the contrast between deadf1sh in their first promo art from octo expansion compared to the bankara walker teasers... am so mentally unwell
LIKE--- the colour around them ??!?!?! how the windows indicate they are finally on the surface and no longer trapped ?!?!?!? the plants that symbolise life as contrast to the original trailer for side order and the lack of life in their og art ??!?! the softer colour pallette compared to the harsher octo one, where red is much more prominent!?!?!?!
and the light in their eyes and the subtle unsure expression as they start to adapt to having music as a hobby instead of it consuming them. and how they represent that in how they take off the glasses and put the headphones to the side.... and their piercings !!!!!!!! acht went outside and talked to other inkfish got those themself, as a form of self expression, without having to be influenced by octarian society or the likes of kamabo co...
theyre finally beginning to learn what it is to be living again, and learning to be safe, and learning to goof around again...... im so okay im good trust i promise
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Being a huge Max and Charles fan is so annoying.
Like YES my boy won but also why couldn’t my other boy at least get on the podium? I’m more sad about Charles ‘ P4 than I am happy about Max’s P1. (mostly because it was expected.)
And once again it wasn’t Charles’ fault, his car kept locking up. It was doing so much better yesterday. I don’t know what happened, but he should’ve had at least P2 honestly.
Anyways, GO MAX, but still :(
Also, I’m making a playlist of the Dutch national anth- I mean of the F1 race winners if anyone’s interested. I’ve also got a Lestappen playlist.
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Festivals (1/1) (Regulus)
Regulus loved going on tour with James, getting to watch him play had always been one of Regulus’ favourite things, but touring, doing show after show after show, was just something else. It should have been gruelling and exhausting. Instead it was exciting and refreshing and always brought them a bit closer together.
Regulus loved to watch James play at festivals most. He would be out in the sunshine or as the sunset behind the stage as James’ and the band moved through their set. Regulus knew every word, and as he photographed them he would mouth the words. It would drive James crazy and Regulus knew it.
But more than the closeness, the experience of touring and working together, and driving James a little wild, Regulus loved that they would go to the other shows together. It wasn’t something the other band members usually wanted to do, so it gave Regulus and James the perfect excuse to sneak off on their own.
They would find a good spot, not too close to the front but still in the mix of the crowd where they could get lost in the sea of people. All James wanted was to get lost in the sea that was Regulus’ eyes, as they sang songs and danced the shows away. Regulus loved how James would never take his hand off of him, whether it was around his waist, slung over his shoulder, or holding Regulus’ own, he loved how possessive James was, making sure everyone knew Regulus was taken.
Regulus loved when James would take his hand to dance with him. Spinning him around, pulling him close, and laughing endlessly as everyone else was a little bit grossed out by how cutesy they were being. Regulus and James were far past giving a shit what other people thought, finally just happy to have each other.
“Should we stay for this last band?” James asked as he swung Regulus’ hand as they walked to get another drink.
“I mean neither of us have heard of them have we?” Regulus replied as he guided James through the crowd weaving and bobbing here and there.
“Not really…” James said, and Regulus could hear the disappointment in his voice. But he knew that tone too well to let James feel it for even one more second.
Regulus turned and pulled James in so he was facing him, faces now inches apart as James stumbled a little bit into Regulus. Golden brown eyes meeting wistful grey, Regulus locking James into him.
A smile crept up the side of his lips, sultry and cheeky, aND James nearly chuckled as he studied Regulus’ face. He raised an eyebrow at Regulus.
“I’m not ready to leave yet,” Regulus said, biting his bottom lip because he could not get enough of James and he needed something to slow his body down from jumping at James and kissing him passionately right there.
James looked t him, looked at his eyes then his lips and couldn’t look away. “Don’t bite your lip,” James whispered leaning in. “It makes me want to take you right here,” he added.
Regulus threw his arms around James’ neck as he threw his head back with laughter. “So stay? Or do you want to take me back to your hotel?” Regulus pumped his eyebrows and James squeezed him in a hug.
“God what are you doing to me?” James said. “You ruin me…”
And Regulus couldn’t help but kiss him after that.
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Born from blood and dust her womb nurtures us
She gives us the power of revenge
She leads us from the will of the chosen
She dances with us in every raging flame
She guides our path, our future
They tried to burn our knowledge
To hide the footsteps she left on this earth
But she always prevails
We always prevail
Mother Lilith will not stand down
We are her demons, not their dogs
She gives us life
She is the Mother of all Mothers
And her womb nurtures us.
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