#this song is so good ough

[thekadster]

Holler House by Spence Hood gives off Phantom vibes

[thatone-highlighter]

I love you albums. I love you songs connected by similar themes. I love you listening to songs in a specific order picked by the artist. I love you reoccurring motifs throughout the same album. I love you album covers. I love you albums with extended editions. I love you songs that reference each other.

[deathianartworks]

'To the master of the eldritch, she's a growing bed of thorns'

[koodless]

Protomen, mostly Megaman and small notes on Proto

I saw in the live concert videos of their performance, and I keep seeing them use a keytar when killing proto. I thought of incorporating it (though it might just be like ahh object on stage that is cool, you will be used in performance art) but also is so cool. So, in this case, it can be used as a weapon latched to the arm, as a cannon, and switches to the other side for close range/hand-to-hand combat with a sharp edge.

also some notes on Proto, on what he looks like, with cut-up hair/ looking rugged, no face just helmet, or if it's just mysterious

[alilarxy]

Happy birthday, Saya! 💛

[synthshenanigans]

someone had to do it

[peppermint-moss]

“I ask god to send a swordsman / And god says look at your hands" - Problem Areas by Melissa Broder

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Candle Light my beloved!!!!! I did soo much work for this piece and I'm so happy with how it turned out AUGH!!! design/planning notes under the cut!!

commission info || ko-fi (tip jar)

heres some planning n design work i did!! for the rapier/shirt (+an initial traditional sketch and some doodles n other nonsense lol)

[shizunitis]

today during mark listens to hozier and thinks about binghe hours i listened to i, carrion and just. thought of time traveler binghe allowing himself to fall into the abyss with a peaceful, helpless, understanding smile on his face. he never let shizun know that he’s done this before, but he somehow uncovered the secrets shen qingqiu tried to keep from everyone, and now that he has to fall again. well. he does it gladly.

this isn’t really anything i just. really miss them

fuck it i’m editing this and adding every single lyric i don’t care. i need this out of my brain

like. LOOK. look at this shit:

ON. THAT. DAY?????? SHUT UP. IM IN TATTERS ON THE FLOOR BROKEN. LEAVE ME ALONE. I CANT TAKE THIS.

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus son (x)

the original. “rama,” i hear you ask, “why is the original on its side?” Well, being that I’m on xbox, I’ve found that the only way i can get the uh, je ne sais quoi sort of dimensions I’d like, i have to rotate the camera by a full 90 degrees, which you can imagine looks very stupid as I then have to lay on the couch or tilt my head at an angle that my twenty nine year old neck doesnt really appreciate

[toughertimes]

THAT TURN SIGNAL'S TICKING, TICKING, TICKIN' TIL ( I WILL BE WHO HE IS )

[feroluce]

When Al Haitham dreams, it's in shades of sandy blonde and red, metallic gold and feather-blue. His nightmares are colored much the same.

Kaveh leisurely strolls ahead of him, shoes leaving deep treads in the soft desert sand. He keeps a careful distance, arms length, and in return Al Haitham keeps an eye on him, the other man's back dead center in his sights.

He curses the sand in his boots and the long line of footprints he steps into, already the exact shape of the soles of his shoes.

They aren't lost. Al Haitham knows where they are. They've been here before. They are still here.

Kaveh doesn't watch their feet. His head is constantly tipped back with his eyes on the stars and their constellations (of which Al Haitham only knows two, Vultur Volans and Paradisaea). He'll walk right into a cactus like that. Al Haitham yells ahead for him to watch where he's going.

Kaveh reaches up to touch the side of his head in a strange motion, but otherwise there's no acknowledgement. They press on into the dark of night.

Something squelches beneath Al Haitham's boot.

It stops him short, pulls his attention like a magnet and as much as he wants to, he can't ignore it. He doesn't want to lose any more ground. But something won't let him move on. Al Haitham watches as red seeps into the golden sand, spills beyond the border of his bootprint until he slides his foot aside.

It's an ear.

It's a human ear, and there's a heavy earring attached, metallic gold, gems red and green, a familiar shape, a familiar shade-

Al Haitham opens his mouth to yell. Chokes. Swallows the lump in his throat as he quickly restarts his pace. Tries again.

"Hey!"

Another squelch under a hurried footstep. He doesn't stop to look. Al Haitham is pretty sure he knows what it is.

"Kaveh, hey!"

The path becomes littered, little slices and small pieces, fingertips and knuckles, Kaveh's arms once held casually behind his back now strewn along the sands. Every time Al Haitham extends his hand to him, reality warps and bends like the twisted image in a broken mirror, lines mismatched and edges jagged. Kaveh flits just beyond his grasp, fleeting fae, no longer able to hear him or to reach out to him. Al Haitham can only grit his teeth and follow.

His right foot marches forward. His left follows. His right again. His left suddenly doesn't follow, and Al Haitham is thrown off balance and pitches forward, swinging his arms outward to land on his palms and keep his face off the ground, because he's been in the desert enough times to know what a foot suddenly being stuck can mean.

Quicksand.

Al Haitham curses and swears in just about every language he knows as he tries to spread his weight as evenly as possible, stay afloat at the top of it because if he sinks, he knows he'll be done for, and shit, Kaveh.

His neck cranes uncomfortably in his search, Kaveh had only been a few feet in front of him, he can't be sunk much further, and he's in the desert much more often than Al Haitham anyway, he'll be familiar with what to do-

Kaveh stands in front of him, empty sleeves fluttering loose. Still just out of his grasp, still watching the stars. The quicksand is already up to his calves.

"Say, Al Haitham..." It's the first he's spoken this whole time. His voice resonates somewhere deeply nostalgic in Al Haitham's chest, produces a ripple that momentarily stuns his heart.

Kaveh is sinking.

Al Haitham stretches out on his belly as far as he's able, it's quickly up to his knees, Kaveh isn't even trying to redistribute his weight or pull himself out, it's at his thighs, Al Haitham sucks in a breath and yells for him, his hips, yells louder, his waist, Al Haitham's trembling fingertips can almost reach, his chest, Kaveh drops level with him, quicksand about his neck like a noose.

Kaveh's head tips back, back, impossibly far back, until it hangs, angle awkward, and he's looking right past Al Haitham with his tired smile and gouged, blinded sockets full of starlight.

"Do you believe in karma?"

The quicksand swallows him entirely and Al Haitham dives, shoves his arms deep and pushes off with the one foot he'd had left on safe ground, because he can't, he can't, it's not the same without Kaveh, not anymore, he needs him, no one else keeps him sharp, no one else challenges him like Kaveh, if he can just grab him, if he can just pull him back up-

Al Haitham thrashes, against the sands, against gravity, against the hardwood of his bedroom floor. Clumsily scrubs the back of his hand across his face to rub the grit of quicksand and sleep out of his eyes.

Sometimes he thinks he preferred it when the Akasha was still harvesting his dreams.

He pops his head out from under his weighted blanket and lays where he'd fallen out of bed for a moment, blinking blearily against the lamplight shining from his desk in the corner. Deep breaths. His consciousness shifts along the blurred line of nightmare and reality, crosses over the slow transition into wakeful awareness.

He's home, Kaveh is home. It's dark out. The house is dead silent.

He's just going to go check, he tells himself as he peels himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt and roots around for a replacement. He's already losing memories of his nightmare, the details spilling away from him like wet ink, but he knows he needs to see Kaveh. It'll feel better to do something, anything, than try to go straight back to sleep.

He's quiet when he slips out of his bedroom door, because they both keep late hours but their bedrooms are right next to each other, and Al Haitham will never hear the end of it if he wakes his roommate up.

Lights off, door shut. Nothing conclusive. He moves out to the main room.

Kaveh sits on one of those ridiculous sofas he'd ordered three of for some reason, back to him as he tucks a lock of hair behind his ear. A mostly-empty wine bottle stands tall on the table, next to the cobbled-together remains of an architectural model that's been picked and fussed over for four days straight now.

"Kaveh? What are you doing?"

This earns him an exaggerated startle, but Kaveh doesn't turn to look at him, preoccupied with whatever new sketch or blueprint he probably has in his hands. "Ohhh, nothing," he slurs cheerfully. "Just working. Just thinking."

Kaveh has always been the world's chattiest drinker. Al Haitham waits for the rest of it.

"Say, I think...I think I asked you this years ago, back then, but you never answered me." Al Haitham feels all the blood drain from his face in ominous familiarity, drip cold down the length of his spine. Kaveh sinks into the couch until he can tip his head over the back of it, looking up at him with a tired smile and exhausted eyes.

"Do you believe in karma?"

[wil-dvane]

Nerdy Prudes Must Die has permanently rewired my brain and I wouldn’t have it any other way

Specifically the running motif of “If I could finally be cool, I will know that I’m not a loser”, it gets me every single time. It lives rent free in my head, especially Richie’s delivery right before he dies. Literally what the hell, I will never be the same again

Catch me randomly singing this to myself for the rest of my life

[doyoulikethis-vocaloid-song]

NUMERO CIEN YESSSSSSS WE DID IT!!!!!! 100 VOCALOID SONGS IN 5 MONTHS!!!!!!!

[hyperfixationtimego]

The songs from meet frankenstein and meet the wolfman have no business going that HARD!!!!

[volivolition]

guy who's unaware he's gonna spend the next 3-5 hours reworking the lyrics of dream sweet in sea major: haha maybe i'll write a silly little narrative for my hmself, wouldn't that be fun? :)