hey dudes, here’s a playlist of TMG songs that calm me down and make me (often literally) jump for joy. if you’re ever having a bad day, put some of these into a playlist, hit shuffle, and calm down.
Tulsa Imperative Pure Heat Alphabetizing Downtown Seoul Going to Queens California Song Noctifer Birmingham Going to Utrecht Cheshire County It Froze Me Going to Scotland Commandante Going to Port Washington Twin Human Highway Flares US Mill Evening in Stalingrad Elijah Island Garden Song Onions There Will Be No Divorce We Were Patriots Color in Your Cheeks Jenny Pink and Blue Riches and Wonders Midland Against Pollution Woke Up New San Bernardino So Desperate Genesis 30:3 1 John 4:16 Isaiah 45:23 Never Quite Free Transcendental Youth The Legend of Chavo Guererro Animal Mask The Ballad of Bull Ramos Marsh Witch Vision Steal Smoked Fish Alibi New Chevrolet In Flames Korean Bird Paintings Untitled (Stuck in Time) 02-75 Nikki Oh Nikki You Were Cool Real Good Girlfriend
So this is something i’ve been meaning to draw for months but school always got in the way, now that i’m in summer I was finally able to do it! The big fight between Beta Flowey and the fallen humans (plus monster/human hybrid Highway) I made a speedpaint of the whole process but it was so long even super sped up that I broke it into two different videos.
Vento Aureo; Everyone Lives AU. Abbacchio loves Buccellati and doesn’t know what to do with it (so mostly does nothing) and is especially messed up now that Giorno’s been made boss, stripping away the pedestal that previously separated the two. (Don’t worship people, they’re not symbols, they’re human.
The universe resets and when everything is said and done, Leone is just a cop in Italy who doesn’t say good morning to a fisherman on his way to work. (A Post-Stone Ocean Vento Aureo fanfic, centering around Passione and more specifically Bruno and Abbacchio.)
Abbacchio tips forward until his forehead rests on Buccellati’s shoulder. “I spent so long waiting to die, and now you’ve gone and beat me to it,” he mumbles. “Jackass. Can’t believe you let me exist in a world that didn’t have you in it.”
Death, and what comes after.
Buccellati looks at him. “Abbacchio. I can take it. Just fucking spar with me.”
“Is that an order, capo?” Abbacchio asks him, narrowing his eyes.
Buccellati sighs and lifts his arms over his head to stretch. “No, Jesus. If you really don’t want to, I won’t force you to. But I’m not leaving you alone here and I figured sparring would be more fun than watching you destroy yourself with equipment I don’t even know the names of."
“He offered his hand to help him up. His prideful side of him was compelled to slap it away and stand up with a defiant face, to show him that he’ll be the one to become his pillar of support. The other side of him – the side that longed for the familiar yet forgotten warmth of another person – drove him to grasp that hand and lace their fingers together, a silent plea of ‘Don’t let me go. I’ll never let you go.’”
The story of how Leone Abbacchio met Bruno Buccellati and subsequently how he joined Passione.