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caramelmochacrow · 1 month
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"You're so 'lovely' when you're blushing."
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posthumanwanderings · 1 month
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Rick Lake - Main Theme / Opening / Go Ricki Remix
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kply-industries · 1 year
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todd-machine · 1 year
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he’s groovin
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kirayamidemon · 1 year
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I feel like "politely unhinged" fits Jade very well and Floyd is "I don't give a shit/openly(?) unhinged" I don't know ajdhdgd all the Octa boys have their own flavor of unhinged and I love them
YE SYE SYE YESSSSS
Jade hides his feral n wildness under layers of civility, like completly buries it so no one can see. He has more of an iron grip n control over his more animalistic violent tendencies n nature n qualities, trying to not let it be visible or known or openly shown n mostly his unhingedness is def more subtly let out thu his barbed quips n sharp words. He hides them like he hides everything else, deceit n trickery is his way n alley after all.
Floyd obv is the complete opposite. He hates holding back, hiding is not his way, he prefers being more honest n open n out there. N you see it with the way he acts, how he’s fucking wild at times, how he openly fights n is willing to fight, how he doesn’t care n gives 0 fucks much to Azul’s dismay n displeasure sometime. His unhingedness is always there, in his words, in his manners, in his actions, it just all comes down to whether or not he wants to or feels like acting on them.
Octatrio unhinged in their own ways n thats wat I love bout them, I fucking live for feral unhinged octa hhhhhh
i just live for any of these boys being feral really hhhfhd
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blu-owo · 2 years
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All these years, I thought I couldn’t sew, and all I needed were a few pins. I’m a pretty decent seamstress actually. Astounding.
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maxmayfieldirl · 2 years
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I sleep easy at night knowing that if vecna ever chose to go after me I'd never get tired of my favorite song bc I constantly have the same 5 songs on loop
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grudlebay · 1 year
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Grunge Groove - Grievers Grooves - Magnetic Force Music
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CORE is the best song from the undertale soundtrack. fight me if you don't agree (and kiss me if you do.... on the forehead please)
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fullmoonfireball · 7 months
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due to high demand (i assume? i don't actually know what the demand is like, but based on the notes these translations have been getting, combined with what's featured here...) here's today's comic translated! while translating this one, i listened to Groovy Long Legs's theme on loop for immersion
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freakadr0id · 2 years
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I saw someone request on here (maybe Twitter?) that they wanted a gif of Donnie bobbing his head to the music in The Clothes Don't Make the Turtle, and you know what, I do too.
I don't know if that person ever got their gif, but since it turns out I love making gifs, I said "screw it" and did it myself anyway. So here you go - have some groovy Donnie:
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Here, have a couple more looping ones too:
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posthumanwanderings · 2 years
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[ Rollercoaster World (PS2) - Station Select BGM 🚉 ]
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mysteryshoptls · 6 months
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SSR Kalim Al-Asim - Playful Dress Voice Lines
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When Summoned: It's time for the show. Let's all move our bodies and dance to the rhythm!
Summon Line: This please looks like it's gonna be awesome and lively, and super fun. Alright, let's go ride some attractions!
Groooovy!!: Sing, dance! Come one now, help me get the stage even more pumped up!
Home: Let's all have a ton of fun!
Swap Looks: Woooah!! That surprised me…
Home Idle 1: It's awesome how Gidel always has a smile on his face. I can't help but get happy whenever I see him!
Home Idle 2: They got so many different merch of the amusement park's mascot characters. I bet my little brothers and sisters would love it if I sent some home to them.
Home Idle 3: Woah, there's some kind of instrumental performance over there. The song's really got a bright and cheery beat. My body can't help but move on its own.
Home Idle - Login: This is my first time at an amusement park that's not been completely reserved for me and my family~! Everything from the screams I can hear echoing everywhere to the really long lines are all so new to me!
Home Idle - Groovy: I heard all the attractions light up at night. We should totally check it out from the top of the Catch the Star wheel while we can!
Home Tap 1: The huge loop on the roller coaster ride was amazing! I'll have to have my magic carpet do that sometime.
Home Tap 2: Don't you think my outfit is an awesome, bright yellow? I also super love the look of these pants!
Home Tap 3: Oooof, all the quiz questions they keep popping us with in this game is so hard! Maybe if Riddle was here, he would've been able to answer them all right!
Home Tap 4: The haunted house sure was scary. But as soon as Floyd came in, all the ghosts started running away from him. Ahahaha!
Home Tap 5: The feather in my cap is touching the ceiling? You're right. The tip of my feather turned a bit white... Oh well, this is kinda stylish in it's own way!
Home Tap - Groovy: Let's ride the merry-go-round next. They have horses, camels, and carriages… Which one do you like best? I'll ride the same one!
Duo: [KALIM]: Time to get pumped up, Cater! [CATER]: Show 'em what we got, Kalim-kun!
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Requested by Anonymous.
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lovelybarnes · 10 months
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Ducks on Plaster- B. Barnes
pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: injuries, reader does not have artistic abilities, i haven’t written bucky in so long, i am so so sorry if this is awful about: request! (PF34) person a has a cast, and person b is doodling on it to cheer them up + (PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, etc notes: projecting. i can indeed only draw ducks and they come out damn well
“Okay. You know I’m not a very good artist,” you say forewarningly, glancing up at him for emphasis, “so I do ask that you lower your expectations starting now.”
Bucky raises an eyebrow at you, chin lifting to assess the damage, but you place your hand over your work; fat, wobbly lines peeking out from under your fingers like dark, plastically foreboding veins.
“I’m not done yet,” you protest.
“People usually warn how shaky the board is just before they tell you to walk the plank.”
You wrinkle your nose, going back to your drawing. Your lines are haloed with sharpie bleed, the tip of your marker dented with little plaster crumbs. You persevere, twirling it between your thumb and forefinger to make one wonky eye. “That’s not an expression I’ve heard before.”
“Doesn’t it get the point across, though?”
You contemplate it, trying to concentrate on ellipsing the circles. “I guess, yeah.”
“Because my analogies work.”
“Again, I guess,” you shrug. Carefully, because you’re overly focused on your loops.
“That’s what I told Sam. But he says they have to be relatable.” Bucky shakes his head and smacks his lips. “You don’t have to have searched for a needle in a haystack to know that it’s fuckin’ hard to find.”
You frown at your creation, lifting your sharpie off the plaster as if insulted and then dipping to the opposite end of the cast to draw a curvy flower with petals fat at their ends leading to a small source. The ink is fading and scratchy, but it’s objectively better than your first attempt at another edge, its start inky and confident, petals losing their roundness and symmetry until they gave away to a lousy lump trailing off.
Renewed, you finish your first masterpiece.
“That one looks good,” Bucky offers, referring to the flower. It’s groovy-style, practice showed. “No artist, my ass.”
“You’re not supposed to look yet,” you chide quietly, not looking up.
“It’s right in front of me,” he reasons, but he looks away and flops down onto the bed, lifting his head to observe the focus lining your features, the tip of your tongue peeking out at the corner of your lips.
“It’ll be worth it,” you insist passively.
“Sure.” Bucky knows this very well. Likewise, you know very well how impatient Bucky is. “But I want to see.”
You roll your eyes, a canine pinning your lip from curving into a smile. You pull back with satisfied drama, making a show of pushing the cap back on the marker. You twirl it between your fingers, missing the second twist and making it fly to your side. “Done.” You dip down and press a kiss right above your little cartoon. “You can look.”
Bucky sits up, leaning over his arm to get a good look. An eyebrow goes up, its sharpness rounded by the blue that meets your eyes. “It’s a duck.”
He’s correct. A huge beak erupts from a bowling pin, prickly stalks shooting out from the bottom. “It's a duck,” you repeat, a lot more enthused about it. Your index taps rapidly against it. “Isn’t it cute? It’s the only thing I can draw.” You trace the petaled headband it flaunts. “It has a flower hat,” you say excitedly, nose wrinkling with pride. You glance at it once more. “A flower hat. I didn’t have any colors, but I figure, it’s fun. You can fill it in when you’re bored.”
Bucky nods. “I like it.”
“Of course you like it,” you say axiomatically. “It’s a duck with a flower hat. Look, he’s so happy.”
Bucky complies, amused lines at the pinches of his eyes visible from your angle. There are no delighted wrinkles that indicate it, but somehow he can see you’re right. The duck is happy. “It’s great,” he says, chiseled with a happy authenticity unlike him. Somehow, you pull all sorts of things he doesn’t expect from him.
“I can do a variety of costumes,” you continue, your voice an echo of a saleswoman’s, but you’re tendered with dulcet excitement, the twitch of your pen at his cast proof of how gladly gratuitous your service is. “Bunny ears, complete with the cotton-ball-tail, maid, with the little cap and feather duster, I can even do you!”
“How about we do that another time?” he requests, sitting up to hold your shoulders. His eyes are twinkling when you meet them, mind hazy with the sparkly trail his fingers leave as they drop down to your waist. “‘Cus you’ve been down there for so long and I only took time off to have you…” He pulls you toward him, and you go like a rag doll over his chest, not expecting his strength, never expecting his strength no matter how many times he shows it to you. “A little closer.”
You’re delighted, nuzzling your face into his shoulder the moment you land on his chest. You’re careful to not touch his injured leg as he settles you beside him. Like instinct, your chin gravitates to the nearest part of him, tilting a little to kiss the underside of his jaw. A bite of purple catches your attention, a grape-sized oval already haloed green.
“You have a bruise under your chin,” you tell him after a moment, a gentle thumb raising to graze it. The contact should hurt no matter how tenderly you do it, but it doesn’t. Nothing hurts with you. “How’d that happen?”
“Who can keep track?”
“Well, I’d like to,” you muse. He feels your nail hovering just above his adam’s apple when you lean up and press your kiss to his injury. It blooms everything but pain. 
“Well, if that’s the way you’re doin’ it…”
You chuckle, another kiss laid at the corner of his lips. He’s sure you can taste the metal from a fresh cut, but if you do, you don’t mind, punctuating your point with another kiss now fully on his lips, your index turning his face toward you. He’s thrilled to oblige.
He refuses to let you pull away completely when you finally do, trailing after you to press another, softer kiss against you. It’s only to taste you one last time; as if he’d been too caught up in its nectar to prepare himself to say goodbye.
“Aren’t days off nice?” you beot.
“Can’t say no right now.”
You wrinkle your nose at him, bumping your nose against his cheekbone in retaliation. “Right now?”
He drags a thumb along a naked stretch of skin he finds under your sweater, grinning boyishly. “Especially right now,” he corrects.
You lean in closer, air pregnant with your implicit secrecy from the walls. He can feel your heart thrum from your proximity. “It was my duck, right?”
He can’t help but laugh, nodding earnestly into the crook of your neck. “I love you,” he tells you like he needs to. Totally unrelated but so sewn into everything that it’s a requirement to put into the world before he can do anything else. He nudges your nose with his, humoring you. ”Mhm. What else could it be?” 
You crack through your theatrics, face breaking into a smile as you kiss him, thumbing a light crescent moon right beneath his right eye. He can already feel it heal with your glittering touch.
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Super Star Spectacle (Revue Starlight)
It's beautiful, it's dazzling, it's painful, it's frustrating/To take, to be taken from, it's heartrending/Being captivated, growing closer, being attracted, parting/In you, I end up losing myself
"I'm going to try to not say anything about the source material itself and start by saying this song has everything. It has the somber ballad at the start! It has the audio nightmare (loving) for dramatic effect! It has the more upbeat, catchy melody! It has the flute solo! It has the moment where it finally turns somber again, but in a more bittersweet way! Finally, it has the grand closing audio, sending off the song, the scene and the series as a whole! I will admit right now, between the scene it was in and the song itself, I began weeping the first time I heard that ending because of what it represented, and I won't deny that I sometimes cry over it! There might be songs from this series which I ultimately prefer just by a little, but no song fucked me up as much as this one did."
Spiral of Ants (Lemon Demon)
Over and over/The pheromones, the overwhelming harmony/Consuming the colony/Creating its own gravity/Before we knew it we became a hurricane/And the bugs who laughed got blown away
"The instrumental is so melancholy but somehow so groovy, and I love the bassline and the singer's voice and the synthesizers. Not to mention the background vocals and the ominous humming at the end. Mmm just let me lay on the floor in the dark and let me sink into the void while I contemplate my mortality and my fleeting existence. Anyway this song is about how sometimes ants get stuck following their own scent trails and end up walking in a circle until they all die of exhaustion, but metaphorically it's about how conformity can cause a society to collapse. Not to mention this is the last song of the album. The last line is "The Circle rules your life" for a song about death and the first song, Lifetime Achievement Award (a song about reviving the dead) starts with the line "Die hard fans adored your hands" making the album a loop of death and revival linked by ominous white noise."
Super Star Spectacle submitted by @insertbrowsinghere
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