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Indie Picks Playlist: March Edition
Maudlin Strangers - “Stay Young”
Blood Diamonds - “Aries”
Towkio - “Involved (Feat. Vic Mensa)”
The Flan - “Ready For War”
Kaytranada - “Drive Me Crazy (feat. Vic Mensa)”
Snow Tha Product - AyAyAy!
Taylor Bennett - “Goldie”
Chelsea Reject - Go (feat. CJ Fly)
Alex Wiley - “Ready”
Oh Wonder - “Lose It”
Cash Cash - “Surrender”
CAZZETTE - “Sleepless feat. The High”
Leon Bridges - “Coming Home”
HONNE - “The Night”
Seafret - “Oceans”
The Amazing - “Picture You”
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[Image description: A dynamic moment. Sephiroth is standing behind Cloud, his left hand resting on Cloud’s right shoulder. It could be a tender moment, but something has gone wrong. Sephiroth’s hand is too tight. Cloud is tense, twisting towards him, mouth open in a pained exclamation. Sephiroth is gripping his own arm tightly, his brows deeply furrowed and startled and afraid. His shaggy shoulder-length hair sways with his attempt to move away. Under Sephiroth’s left hand, Cloud’s shirt is starting to smolder and burn. end image description]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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*~ Two Bonus Images at End of Chapter~*
Day 14: Branding
Cloud held the fractured half a face in both hands, carefully. Held up as if it were on a body roughly his size. Because it would have been. The reflection had looked so much like him before…Well. Now he looked like one eye, most of a cheek, a few locks of hair, and half a mouth.
The mouth was the most recent addition. Cloud had pieced together the face over a month of dreams. Finding splintered fragments of him in the middle of nightmares. broken like porcelain, but they still felt like skin, and hair.
The mouth had come much later. A single visit in the middle of the night during Sephiroth’s long, stretching absence.
"You’re back!“ Cloud had cried, carrying the rest of the reflection’s broken face wrapped carefully in his jacket.
The reflection had shaken his head. Whispered “thank you,” and then he’d reached up. Clawed his own fingers into the hole in his head. Tore off one last chunk of his face. Then he had vanished again, just as abruptly.
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