#rhythm: credits

[tsunagite]

The City of Atoria, and some stuff for Opiographia: A side story about Opia and Einya.

[amethystsoda]

This video has not left my mind since I saw it… thank u tiktok user golblinforeva 🤲🩵

[lamaery]

Vyre He is unchained. Or is he?

I know fans are in two minds about him. Personally, I just want him to be an interesting character. So I wish, we would have gotten a bit more of him, more of the bond he had with Kaladin. I find him difficult to grasp, especially his whole reasoning about how ending his misery would be the best solution for his former friend and bridge leader in RoW. And so I sketched them a bit more, to see what I could get from that, trying to understand him a little bit better (and how I want his face structured for my version of him; I have drawn Moash only a few times so far). The biggest conclusion was, that he should have never cut his hair, since it seems his man-bun contained all his honor.

[posthumanwanderings]

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Bust a Groove (Metro Corporation / Enix - PS1 - 1998)

[ampersketch-art]

Figured out how to make mashups in Audacity :]

Sources: Monkey Watch - Rhythm Heaven Fever (Masami Yone, Shinji Ushiroda, Asuka Ito)

World is Mine ft. Hatsune Miku - ryo (supercell)

[starlightbelle]

I didn't want to derail @meteortrails’ post but I liked @thevastnessof 's tags:

#contemplates how law is an older brother and luffy is a younger brother and neither of them had any siblings left #(well until sabo and luffy reunited but yknow)

You're so right! I hope you don't mind me creating a new post to talk about this but it also got me thinking about how Law is an older brother and Rosi is a younger brother - I feel there's something to be said about that too. It also plays into the dynamic between them I read in a fic this morning by @purplehairedwonder (ao3 link here too)

I can't put it into words very cohesively rn but there's something to be said. I find it especially interesting with Cora and Law because Rosinante is the adult and in objectively a better position to protect Law. But Law is still an older brother at heart and can't deny the part of him that wants to protect/help. The fic I linked to does a good job of showing that, too.

As far as Law and Luffy's dynamic goes, since Luffy is younger than Law, it does put them more fittingly in a older bro/younger bro type of picture from the get-go. Fits the mold a little more just because of their ages. I imagine, to an extent, it probably feels very natural to both of them since it's what they were/are accustomed to.

[mogai-headcanons]

Blue DJ from Rhythm Heaven is a gay man and has a crush on Yellow DJ, who is also gay!

They're friends with the Chorus Kids, who are gender apathetic and use any pronouns!

One of the Chorus Kids was adopted by Munchy Monk, who is demisexual!

Munchy Monk's daughter Handful of Peas Girl is panromantic and asexual!

dni link

[rastronomicals]

9:44 PM EDT August 27, 2024:

The Rhythm Devils, probably -   "Apocalypse Now End Credits Music" From the Soundtrack album Apocalypse Now (1979)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Six minutes and two seconds of visionary and visceral music that was never on a Soundtrack for some reason, and has never been properly credited.

[i-want-to-do-things]

I made them again!!!!!

Ian got them a wheelchair after he found out they didnt like ppl touching their cables, so they kept the cables and gave them wheels :D

[manderleyfire]

I suppose the real reason Ginny Weasley’s like this is because she opened her heart and spilled all her secrets to an invisible stranger.

happy valentine’s day, doc

[vg-music-i-like]

Packing Pests (Perfect) // Rhythm Heaven Fever

[tsunagite]

Something abt gacha classes, each row corresponding to rarity (1*, 2*, and 3*)

I was gonna do more but this took too long.

[arbitrarygreay]

Holy shit someone made a Tanaka Nao H!P playlist hell yes

This song lineup whips ass, damn (sit down Tsubaki)!

[rockintapper]

thr sp torurpe thsysfay have vuris tppaper jwrnjf3nrwjenfdjk3newl;LNSWJKNSE3JWA

[peaches2217]

I DID IT

I BEAT WONDER AND I’M CRYING BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD

Still got plenty left to do! I haven’t even TOUCHED the Special Worlds yet. Wanted to save those 😌 but uuuuuuugh my heart! The final battle was legit the most fun I’ve ever had in a Bowser fight. (And I actually cleared it without dying once, which means maybe I don’t suck as hard as I used to!)

Oh my God, 11/10 game. I can’t even BEGIN to describe how perfect it is.

[fictionadventurer]

When the Frost is on the Punkin

By James Whitcomb Riley

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,

And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,

And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,

And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;

O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,

With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,

As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere

When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here—

Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,

And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;

But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze

Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days

Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock—

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,

And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;

The stubble in the furries—kindo’ lonesome-like, but still

A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;

The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;

The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover over-head!—

O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps

Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;

And your cider-makin’ ’s over, and your wimmern-folks is through

With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...

I don’t know how to tell it—but ef sich a thing could be

As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me—

I’d want to ’commodate ’em—all the whole-indurin’ flock—

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!