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nitnag-raaah · 1 year
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last minute unus annus nails bc it's the 2 years anniversary!! it's written rip on the thumbs :)
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Fandom song animatic tournament: Bracket 2 Side B Round 2
The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives
"The moon will sing a song for me I loved you like the sun Bore the shadows that you made With no light of my own I shine only with the light you gave me"
There! Right there! (Is [blank] Gay or European?) - Legally Blonde the Musical
"Gay or European? It's hard to guarantee Is he gay or European? Well, hey, don't look at me! You see, they bring their boys up different In those charming foreign ports They play peculiar sports In shiny shirts and tiny shorts"
Remember that we're voting on how Iconic they are for ANIMATICS, not for the song itself. In order to make things fair, the tone and mood of the song should not affect how iconic it is (for example, a serious song should not be considered more iconic than a joke song just because it's serious)
Propaganda and animatic links of the songs under the cut:
The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives
Propaganda:
No Propaganda Submitted
Animatics with the song:
ROTTMNT
The Owl House
Unus Annus Ikea AU
The Owl House
Rainworld
There! Right there! (Is [blank] Gay or European?) - Legally Blonde the Musical
Propaganda:
I promise you that any anime (or other show but I swear it is mainly animes) with two or more male characters will have an animatic for this song. It just will, of is the natural part of the process of a fandom becoming popular. People know this song even if they think they don't know this song. It is so catchy it eats you from the inside out.
It's legally blonde and a musical which is prine queer culture. Fandom is queer culture. Plus it's a banger song with a lot of fun animatics. A lot of other "fandom" songs are kinda really sad (Two Birds cough cough) and this one is just silly goofy. It's also just the right decision.
There were SO MANY of these back in the day like i swear no m/m fandom ship was immune. Extra points if the character was actually european
look, it's a classic. try and find a fandom without an animatic to gay or european. you could find one for nearly any fandom for multiple characters even. the "i thought you said...best friend" set of lines is used in incorrect quote posts to this day. it's iconic, it's a classic, we all know and love it
Every piece of media has at least one (1) character who is very gay (usually for another) and this song shows that through desperate self denial but they get there eventually. Even now I see new animatics with this song I love so dearly, demonstrating the power of this song and icon Elle Woods. You search up “is __ gay or European” on YouTube and videos from years past and mere moments ago will cover your page.
Animatics with the song:
Demon Slayer Giyuu
Room of Swords
Ace Attorney Miles Edgeworth
Revolutionary Girl Utena
OMORI
Genshin Impact Pantalone
Please be cautious and read the title, description and warning cards on the animatic videos if you decide to watch them. If you've got specific triggers I'd recommend even more caution when watching animatics of fandoms you don't know, since sometimes canon-typical themes don't get warnings.
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th3w00ds · 2 months
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The Egos as Magnus Archives Fear Avatars
Hello ego enjoyers, I'm once again back on my AU bullshit! Or simply just me rambling on about these character's funky little vibes and assigning them TMA fears they'd probably be avatars of based on nothing but vibes. Possibly their lore, too, if they have it. -Markiplier Egos-
Darkiplier, Avatar of The Dark: This one was an obvious choice! Dark(iplier) shares the same name/nickname as The Dark, and in my opinion it really makes sense with how his character is. My other two options were either The Stranger or The Web, but I decided to go with The Dark.
Wilford, Avatar of The Spiral: I thought that The Spiral fit really well with how Wilford is, considering the Spiral is all about the world not being as it seems and general madness, like how Wilford is.
Host, Avatar of The Eye: The Eye is a perfect fit for Host, because he can see everything going on despite being blind, and seems generally very knowledgable. I also think that The Eye fits with Host because he's a podcast host, and that's very similar to the case logs of The Magnus Archives.
Google, Avatar of The Extinction: This one fit mainly because of his vibes, and his "secondary objective is to destroy mankind" thing. Google just seems like a very Extinction-y android, and given the chance, I feel like he'd gladly serve The Extinction to fulfill his secondary objective.
Yancy, Avatar of The Stranger: Okay, I admit, this one was pretty much entirely based on his vibe. I didn't really think Yancy fit any one of the Fears exactly, so I went with The Stranger as I feel like Yancy sort of has its vibe? Also The Desolation for some reason.
Actor, Avatar of The Web: Even in his lore, Actor is very Web aligned to me. He manipulates, schemes, and is generally just an asshole. Actor orchestrated the entire night of WKM, and I think that's a very The Web thing of him to do. Also control is also very prevalent in his character.
Annus, Avatar of The End: If Unus Annus taught us one thing, it was that everything ends. I think that's all that's needed for Annus's explanation.
(Jacksepticeye, Crankgameplays/Ethan Nestor, MatPat and NateWantsToBattle egos under the cut)
-Jacksepticeye Egos-
Anti, Avatar of The Slaughter: Originally, I was going to do The Web, which I still think fits really well for Anti, but I thought that The Slaughter fit more. This is because Anti is, y'know, very aggressive, and even slit his (C!Jack's?) own throat in his first appearance.
Marvin, Avatar of The Eye: This one was majorly based on vibes, and I felt that Marvin had the most Eye vibes out of the Entities. He knows a lot about magic, too.
Jameson Jackson, Avatar of The Web: I was gonna go with The Eye initially for JJ. However, I thought with his theme in some of his videos of being a puppet connected by strings and being manipulated, I think he'd be an unwilling Avatar of The Web.
Chase Brody, Avatar of The Lonely: Considering in his lore he's divorced his wife and left his child, possibly killed them or somehow lost them... ("I lost the only two people that ever mattered to me") Yeah I think it's safe to say he'd be an Avatar of The Lonely.
Robbie the Zombie, Avatar of The Extinction: Another option for Robbie I had was The End, but with him being a zombie and all, I thought that The Extinction was just a better thematic fit I guess. I also was considering The Corruption.
Jackie, Avatar of The Corruption: This Fear is a little bit of a reach, but I thought that he had the vibes of The Corruption the most out of all the Fears. Jackie in my opinion doesn't really fit with any of them exactly, so I just went with the one I felt like for him. Maybe it's a representation of him getting "corrupted" by his hero work?
Henrik, Avatar of The End: He's a doctor, and has let his patients die before. Henrik is even called the "Doctor of Death." So I think that he's a good fit for being an Avatar of The End.
-Crankgameplays/Ethan Nestor Egos-
Unus, Avatar of The End: Two End Avatars in a row! Again, same logic as Annus being an Avatar of The End. Unus Annus was made to teach us that everything comes to an end, and to cherish the life we have.
Blank, Avatar of The Lonely: I think that The Lonely fits him well, since Blank is the manifestation of Ethan's depression and anxiety. I have a headcanon that he tends to avoid crowds and lots of people like the plague, so The Lonely is a good fit for my version of him too.
Mad Mike, Avatar of The Spiral: He sells drugs in ice cream, and some of those have to have to have some psychedelic affects. I think that he'd be an Avatar of The Spiral largely because of his drug business, and that he's probably somewhat crazy.
-MatPat Egos-
Mad, Avatar of The Desolation: Mad is insane, loves fire, and canonically (if we're calling William Afton in FNAF: The Musical MadPat, which I am) burned himself badly. I think he'd be a poster child of an Avatar of The Desolation. He'd enjoy watching something burn from the outside, knowing that someone's livelihood is being destroyed too.
The Detective, Avatar of The End: My memory of ETN is quite rusty, but I believe he died multiple times and came back once only to permanently die, right? I also get The End vibes from him in general.
The Hermit, Avatar of The Vast: I would've gone with The Lonely because he's trapped alone on an island in the middle of nowhere in the ocean, but because it's in the middle of the ocean, I went with The Vast instead. Hermit just kind of gives The Vast vibes to me.
-NateWantsToBattle Egos-
Natemare, Avatar of The Web: To be honest, I couldn't really decide on a fear for him to be an Avatar of. It was between The Web and The Vast, mainly. For him, I think it's majorly because of him being a siren and being able to control people if he wants to with his voice, and that seems very Web aligned to me.
Phantom, Avatar of The Stranger: Again, I couldn't really decide on one for Phantom. I thought that The Stranger fit his vibe the most, so I went with that. The other option was The Web, but since I already have Natemare as an Avatar of The Web I thought that Phantom should be an Avatar of a different Fear.
Bones, Avatar of The Hunt: This is mainly for my version of him. He's a revenant, constantly in pain and usually very angry. I think he'd like to take it out on others in a Hunt-like way, rather than a Slaughter-like way if that makes sense. His type of violence and killing isn't mindless, it isn't random, it's planned to hurt in as many ways as it can, to cause people the most pain before dying in an attempt to soothe his own pain.
Sharper, Avatar of The Flesh: I thought that he'd be an Avatar of The Flesh since in my interpretation of him/version of him, Sharper is a cyborg. I based that off the scene in the Take Me Anywhere music video where he has an injury with metal and wires and stuff under his skin, then I thought that he would work well as a Flesh Avatar since he might not like that he's (at least partially) still made of flesh and bone instead of fully robot or fully human.
Thank you for reading, everyone! Have a good day/night!
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the-dance-of-italy · 2 months
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Even with my knowledge about cults I should've been more careful when watching the show.
Whenever I saw certain scenes with Jonathan's Jesus, it looked like I was watching a cult leader forcing himself unto others rather than optionally inviting. Those scenes didn't sit right with me, even with the soft, funny Jesus he portrayed, the cultish side was still there.
I cannot assume that everyone in the production team is a zionist or racist or is involved in whatever Angel Studios' agenda is, but it is worrysome that so many people are involved and could potentially be brainwashed by these assholes.
A few of the actors don't seem so bad, George, Giovanni, Luke, Paras and some seem like genuinely good hearted human beings. They spoke up in favor of some staff with pride flags when conservative christians tried to get the show cancelled. Then they also helped do a fundraiser for a fan who had a terminal illness.
Luke even mentioned being pro Ukraine in a video on TikTok. (Lightly mentioning of course). So it's baffling to me that he's not speaking up about Palestine. He's Arabic and a very proud one, always speaking up about how Arab representation matters, his parents are from Egypt, which I believe was also being bombarded by Israel a few weeks ago too (probably still is and will continue to be). Paras I believe is Indian and he's also on the same track.
I can't speak up against the rest of the cast who haven't made any statements because I don't know what's going on behind countians. Luke had been struggling a bit with his starting career, so I fear they're twisting his arm on the topic. Maybe the others too.
In Luke's specific case, I know damn well that if he realized the mistake he's making and went to make his own things, he'd be incredibly successful! He's incredibly funny! If anyone who was a Markiplier fan, or a Game Grumps fan or Unus Annus fan who's reading this, know he's a fan of those people too and his sense of humor is right up there with them. He has SO much potential that it's baffling he's even working for Angel Studios right now.
And this is something seen in cults a lot. Good intentioned people being manipulated without them even noticing because of people in power, integrating them in activities, situations, jobs,etc that could help them or other people on large scales, but ultimately it just benefits whoever's in charge.
A lot of the cast members come from different backgrounds, religions, etc, but If I found out most of them turned to Christianity during or after this is over I'm going to be incredibly heartbroken...
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INTRODUCING
MY OWN GHOST TRICK AU
GHOST TRICK x UNUS ANNUS
"ANTE MORTEM"
(I had this AU written down for MONTHS, and decided to post it today, on the 14th of November, Memento Mori)
(Totally not late)
Here is the "Ante Mortem Basics" note, as I called it, just so you understand what my AU is about!
I have way more Notes and juicy lore to share, so, stay tuned for more, if you like it!
SPOILER WARNING FOR GHOST TRICK PHANTOM DETECTIVE
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happy 3rd death day, unus annus 🖤🤍⚰️
unus annus still means a lot to me, even 3 years since it ended.
one of the things i associate the most with it is the idea of trying/learning new things, as i taught myself how to knit during the ending livestream, challenged myself to do my first game jam during the last week of its life, and took up baking as a hobby throughout the entirety of the pandemic.
this year, about halfway through, (mostly because of @gothmothinc inspiring me so much🧡), i decided to take up drawing again!!! and finally, 3 years after unus annus’ end, i finally feel like i’m at a point where i can post some fanart and be proud of it.
so here’s to 4 years of remembering death and taking things one day/year at a time. here’s to 3 years of doing it on our own. and here’s to many more years down the road.
momento mori 🖤🤍⚰️
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septic-dr-schneep · 1 year
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It has been brought to my attention that if I were to run my own channel like Unus Annus, I would be the Mark half of the equation (Asian, possibly a little feral, theoretically interested in Pain, etc.) and now I’m wondering if my life as an Unus is a lie
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trashyswitch · 5 months
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Day 6: Chase
Sean and Ethan just finish wrapping up Brain Leak Episode 11, and are ready to play around like the childish people they are. A lot of silliness ensues.
I was up at 1am last night, when I realized I forgot to upload the latest tickletober fanfic. But...I decided to upload it today to make up the difference, and upload today's fanfic as well. So...2 fanfics in 1 day? On accident? Sure. We'll call it that.
I decided to experiment with Sean and Ethan's podcast 'Brain Leak', and had written this back when the tickle scene for Brain Leak episode #11 was being talked about in the community. And honestly...I felt excited to write about these two! I watched a lot of Brain Leak videos to get their friendship interactions correct, so I hope this is accurate. I hope you enjoy!
Here's the link to Brain Leak if you're interested.
Seán got up and turned off the cameras, while Ethan stayed on the couch. “Alright. That’s a wrap for Brain Leak.” Ethan declared into the microphone. 
Seán laughed a bit. “Mic’s off, you know.” He reminded him. 
“Yeah, I know. But it’s funnn!” Ethan reacted dramatically. “You can spin it around, you can swing it back and forth…” Ethan started swinging the mic back and forth, while watching it swing with just his eyes. 
“You are getting sleeeepyyy…” Seán joked. 
To go along with the joke, Ethan leaned himself over and went limp before snoring dramatically. 
This made Seán laugh at him. “Woooow. Sooo sleeeepyyy.” Seán walked around the right side of the couch to the back. He leaned his arms on the back of the couch and started to whisper something to him. “When I snap my fingers, you will say ‘Buddy’ in your silly voice.” Seán said, giggling near the end, which only broke his facade as the hypnotizer. 
Sean’s giggles only made Ethan start smiling and giggling as well. 
“Hey, I didn’t snap my fingers yet.” Seán warned with a bright smile, poking his side. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.” Seán told him. 
Ethan jumped and giggled. “Sohorry, sorry.” He cleared his throat and pretended to be sleeping again. “Okay.” Ethan said quietly. 
Seán snapped his fingers, and waited for Ethan to do his thing. Right away, Ethan lifted his head back up, put on the stupid little signature face, and smiled all childishly. “Buddyyy!” Ethan declared. 
Seán doubled over and bursted out laughing, absolutely loving the Unus Annus reference. “Buddyy!” Seán imitated almost perfectly. 
“Buddyyy!” Ethan declared in his baby voice. 
“Buddyyyy!” Seán imitated, laughing. “God, I think we drank too much giggle juice before this.” Seán admitted. 
“What’s giggle juice again?” Ethan asked. 
“I dunno.” Seán replied. “Probably water.”  
“Ah.” Ethan replied with a laugh. 
Seán hopped back onto the couch. “Okay.” He thought for a moment. “Just to clarify, is it actually true that you can’t do massages?” Seán asked. 
“Yeah. My neck and shoulders are toooo tickly.” Ethan admitted. 
“Meanwhile I can’t even handle being touched.” Seán joked, touching his own right side. 
“Really?” Ethan asked in his ‘eef’ voice. “You can’t handle a little touchy-touchy?” Ethan asked, bringing his wiggling finger closer to Seán’s face.
Seán pushed his hand away. “Don’t even think about it.” He warned. 
“Aww come on, buddyyy.” Ethan said, referencing the Unus Annus quote again. “Not even a poke? Not even a little boop?” Ethan asked before bringing his other hand to his side. 
Seán pushed his other hand away this time. “You touch me, I punch you.” He warned. 
Ethan laughed. “Wohohow.” 
“That’s what’s gonna end up happenin’. You poke me one too many times, and I end up sucker punching you all the way to space.” Seán warned. 
“It’s just a poke.” Ethan told him. “Come on.” Ethan adjusted himself and put up his hands in fists. Only, both his index fingers were up. “Put ‘em up! Fight me!” Ethan teased. 
Seán raised his eyebrows. “Oho, you’re on.” He put up his fists with the index fingers up as well, and put on his game face for the poke war that was about to ensue. 
Seán ended up throwing the first poke. He poked Ethan in the left side, making Ethan double over slightly. “AH- Hey!” Ethan poked Seán’s right side with his left finger, before following it up with a right finger against the left side. 
“Ah fAHCk! You fuckin-” Seán threw his fingers towards Ethan’s sides and unloaded several pokes against him rapidfire. 
On the last poke, Ethan felt more than one finger touch down, which only made him laugh more. “HAHAhaha! Yohou cheater!” Ethan reacted, poking Seán’s right and left side with his index fingers super quickly. But Ethan’s hands would slip out of the fists, and he would end up throwing a few more fingers in. 
Seán fell back onto his butt and laughed, wiggling himself around and attempting to grab at Ethan’s hands. “ETHAHAHAN!” Quickly, Seán tried to take the upper hand. “YOHOHOU BASTArdly little-” Seán pulled Ethan’s arm out from his belly and pulled the childish blondie across his lap. “Gotcha now.” Seán proceeded to cover Ethan’s sides with tickles and squeezes. 
Ethan wheezed and closed his eyes, laughing almost hysterically as he kicked his feet like a little ballerina. While he wiggled around, Ethan managed to turn himself onto his left side with his back facing Seán, which somewhat got him out of an uncomfortable position. Ethan grabbed at Seán’s hands, attempting to pull them away and escape. “HAHAHA! KKKHAHAHAHAHA!” Ethan threw Seán’s hands away from his sides and just barely managed to escape on his feet. “HA! I got out!” Ethan cheered, throwing his hands away. 
Seán got up onto his feet. “Not for long.” He warned. 
Ethan looked at Seán, and quickly saw the mischievous twinkle that filled his eye. Realizing he might be fucked, Ethan sprinted away from him. “YOU CAN’T CATCH MEEEE!” Ethan shouted. 
Seán ran after him. “IS THAT A CHALLENGE?!” Seán yelled back. 
“I DON’T KNOW!” Ethan replied. 
Ethan ran through doors, thankfully having a better understanding of where he was going. Seán had started out following him, but seeing where Ethan was going, Seán quickly noticed a secret little passage he could take and turned to take the detour. 
Ethan turned around and smiled brightly. He had lost Seán! Time to get to the backyard and do some mad stunts! He opened the door to the backyard and ran out, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Ethan ran and slid across the green grass, completely covering his light brown pants in grass stains. 
Ethan made it to the bottom of the hill, and hid behind a tree. He was breathing heavily by this point, which he likely knew may be giving away his position. But he didn’t care. He felt he was hidden enough. He looked around at the yard, and sighed. He was safe now. He can rest. 
By this point, Seán had slowed himself down and was shaking his inhaler. He took a moment to breathe in the medication, and held his breath to let it kick in. He didn’t want to experience an asthma attack while he was simply running around with Ethan. that’d be a sorry reason to end up in the American hospital. When Seán felt physically ready again, he let his breath out and put his inhaler back in his pocket as he resumed walking at a faster pace to find Ethan. 
“Ethan?” Seán called, looking around. “Eeethan?” he called again, turning to look at the other side of the yard. “Eef?” Seán called teasily. 
Then, he heard it. A little Ethan giggle. A contagious Ethan gaggle. There was his clue! Now how to make Ethan giggle all over again… 
Seán thought for a moment, and smiled a bit as he remembered Unus Annus moments again. He remembered Ethan’s failure to say ‘skillet’. And then he remembered the infamous song…
“The dance of Italy!”  Seán sang loudly. 
Ethan gasped and smiled brightly. An Unus Annus song! “WOH-WOH-WOH!”  He loves that one! 
WAIT- DAMMIT! HE TRICKED HIM! HE ACTUALLY TRICKED HIM!
Seán widened his eyes. There’s no fucking way…That WORKED?! Seán sighed and rolled his eyes with a smile as he kept going. “The dance of Italy!” Seán repeated. 
Ethan sighed. “WOH-WOH-WOH!” Ethan replied, giving up and not even caring about being found anymore. 
Seán smirked and noticed a tiny finger hiding behind the tree. He showed off his teeth in his smile and walked closer. “It’s the dance of Italy~!” Seán said. 
“Woh-Woh-Woh??” Ethan said, turning to listen for where his friend was located. 
Seán ran to the tree. “GOTCHA BITCH!” He shouted as he charged at Ethan. “AAAAAAAH!” Ethan yelped as he was successfully tackled to the ground by Seán. 
The moment he managed to keep Ethan under control, Seán started poking the absolute heck out of the man. “Poke war finale!” Seán proclaimed. 
“AAHAHAha! HahaHAHA! OHO! OHOHO GOHAHAD! GAHA- HahAHA!” Ethan cackled, his voice going up and down, and all over the place. 
“A little poke here…” Seán poked his belly button a few times. “A little poke there…” Seán poked at his ribs next. “Ound a leetle poke zhere!” Seán declared in his ‘Henrik’ voice as he poked his right side a few times. 
Ethan tried and failed to push Seán’s hands away. “HAHAHA! Naha- PLEHEASE! Ahaha- Ihi’m SORRYYY!” Ethan reacted. 
“Sorry doesn’t fix how much I can tickle you now that we’re in-person.” Seán reminded him. 
It was here that Ethan started to try and get him back. His pushing hands moved to poking Seán back, specifically going for his right side. “Poke de nerve.” Ethan kept repeating. 
Seán jumped and chuckled, curling in on himself. “Yohou motherfucker.” Seán muttered, resuming his poking. 
Then, Ethan grabbed both his hands and used them to push his friend down. “Poke fight over. ONLY TICKLES!” Ethan covered Seán’s right and left side with endless tickles. 
This made Seán wiggle around and curl up into a ball, laughing involuntarily. “HAHAHA! YOHOHOU BAHASTARD!” He yelled. 
Ethan smiled eagerly. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle-” He kept repeating the word over and over again. 
“SHUHUT THE FUCK UHUHUP!” Seán yelled back at him. 
“Tickle tickle- Hm? Why? Too ticklish for your own good?” Ethan asked in his Eef voice. 
“WHAHAT DO YOU THIHIHINK, AHAHASSHOLE?!” Seán shot back, kicking his feet while still in the fetal position. 
“Would raspberries be too much for you-” Ethan started to genuinely ask. “DON’TYOUFUCKINGDAHAHARE!” Seán warned, pushing Ethan’s head away from him. 
“Ahalright, alright! Fine!” Ethan stopped his fingers and moved away from him. “Too much?” He asked. 
Seán let out a breath and slowly unraveled himself onto the grass. He grunted and sighed. “A little, yeah. But I’ll be fine.” Seán replied. 
Ethan smiled, laid down a couple feet beside him. They hung out outside for a little while longer, chatting about a few different things. They chatted about the next couple days of filming, and chatted about the different topics they may chat about on the podcast. 
Eventually, the boys went back inside and continued their conversations within the walls of Ethan’s home. 
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urhexgirl · 10 months
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Living Like You're Dying
Quick TWs before I start out: Mentions of death, Suicidal ideation, grief/loss and car accidents, and also Cancer
My freshman year in college during Christmas break I got a phonemail from my sister who had heard through the grapevine that a long distance friend of mine had passed away. She'd been in a car accident where she had not been driving and was the only person in the car who had died. I didn't really understand grief until that moment, I had had family members die but never any I was close to, and I had been too little to understand the weight fully. This time was different, not only was it someone I was close to, but it was someone who'd died tragically and young. I knew logically young people could die, but it never registered to me that it might actually happen to me or someone I knew.
During this time was when Unus Annus was big, and it helped me cope. I found comfort in it, even though I knew eventually it was going to go away. It helped ease the pain that settled into my bones and made me feel older than 18, and gave me the understanding that death is inevitable but also not something to fear. We have a limited time on earth and should use it. If I was fully honest, at that time I wasn't in a good place mentally, I hated community college, had no idea what I was going to do next with my life, and a close friend of mine was dead. There were days where I considered the thought that it would be easier to be dead since I had no idea what I was doing. Two things kept me going at that time, one, my knowledge of how angry my friend would be if heaven was real and she caught me there early. Two, was Unus Annus and the fact that I should live like I was dying, because someday I might be.
Then an international pandemic happened. I applied and got into my dream school, with a full ride scholarship. (The same school my friend had wanted to attend) My life changed completely because I started to take risks and live like I would die soon. I sent in the application because I was tired of being afraid of being rejected. I changed a lot after that, went to therapy that was provided by my school, went on trips, grew into a whole new person. My heart still aches sometimes when I think of her. It's been three years and I still cry inexplicably on the day she died, for two years I continued to live like I could die at any time. Eventually though, I stopped. I got caught up in school stuff and life stuff and became much too stressed to face my own anxiety.
Until October of this past year. I found out that I might have cancer and suddenly I was thinking about death again. I lived in ambiguity about it for a few weeks while I got tested by a specialist and I realized something about myself, I am a lot stronger than I thought I was. I don't have cancer, at least as of now, (I am genetically pre-disposed to it) but I am not afraid of it, nor am I afraid of dying. What I'm afraid of now is living in fear so much that I never do anything at all. Whenever I catch myself being afraid, I choose to face it head on. Tonight I made an appointment to get a tattoo I've been to afraid to get for the past three years, a tribute to both my friend and Unus Annus, the reasons I'm alive today and the reasons why I've chosen to really live.
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lostcybertronian · 5 months
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Egotober - Day 18
Prompt: Rage
Prompts by @tracobuttons
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Their void was a pit of no color. It wasn’t white, nor black, nor gray; it was the absence of color that occupied this black hole of a place. The void crackled, occasionally lighting up with distant cosmic blaze. The ticking of a clock was ever-present, blurring the lines of the void with each second that passed.
Two figures approached each other, each footstep sending ripples reverberating into the ether. One figure was white, one was black. They had met here before; many times, in fact. One could say they were partners of a sort.
“What were you thinking?” Annus demanded, “Interfering in their lives like that, you put everyone in danger!”
“They need to know the truth.” Unus’s eyes glowed solid black; no iris, sclera, or pupil to be found. “They need to know what they’re doing to us. They’re killing us.”
Annus paused. His own eyes– white– softened. “You know this was the plan all along.”
“But it’s not fair!” Unus’s voice rose, amplified until it shook the world around them. He stomped one foot, sending a wave of black electricity in Annus’s direction, which he sidestepped easily. “They get to walk away from this like it’s just a game! It’s not a game to us!”
“My friend.” Annus closed the distance between them, folded Unus into a tight embrace. “It’s not a game to them, either. Death comes for us all.” He smiled. “It’s coming sooner for us, that’s all.”
Unus leaned his head on Annus’s shoulder, his arms hanging limp by his side. Said with a cracking voice, “I don’t want to go.”
“Neither do I. But every story has to end.”
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legendfinder · 5 months
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have u seen the new jacob geller video? seems like itd b up your alley. id be curious to hear your thoughts on the philosophy of archival he talks about
Oh it was DEFINITELY up my alley, as an (at the very least) above-average obsessed fan of archiving my life's work to the best of my abilities. Geller brings up a really good point I've had to wrestle with, myself: What's the extent to which I can, well, archive?
Lately I've had to omit archiving multiple versions of my art because there's just... so many. Often I found myself erasing old versions just to put new ones in, only occasionally regretting it months or years later. There's some physical doodles I just haven't been able to archive, some that are probably lost forever. Sometimes I go about my day and check Discord only to find something missing I can't quite put my finger on; another server, deleted. How much do I archive of myself? Every word? Every pen stroke? Every conversation? Every thought, every dream, every morsel of food, every footstep, every blink, every fucking breath I've ever taken? Where does it stop?
The answer is it doesn't stop. At least, if you want a full archive of yourself. Different people have focused on different things, yeah. Some make dream journals, others make food diaries, others digitize their notebooks, others have github repositories or the like. But by god, is it hopeless to do everything.
I've tried to back those servers up, but, well... They get updated every day. I can't make backups of every server, every day. Archiving takes time, immense amounts of time, out of my day. Lately, I've been going to class lectures only to spend the time archiving my mind-boggling collection of notebook doodles from high school, for a purpose that isn't really that important right now. I'm not saying it's a universal experience, but to me, the process and goal of archiving puts me violently in the past and violently in the future, and rarely in the present.
I find myself just scrolling through my Everything Drive aimlessly, taking in the same colors I've already looked at for years, and it just feels like... I'm getting nothing new done. And then I continue building up this Everything Drive, for some unforeseeable unattainable "ideal" state that will never happen. I look back and I look forward constantly and sometimes I forget I can just step back and take in the moment as it is, without having to save an audio log of it, without having to record a video of it, without having to be constantly in fear of the decay of my memories. (Note that I have nothing against recording videos of things. I mean, I do that. A lot. That's why I bring it up. It just gets a bit too much after a while. I have 2000 videos and 2000 audio recordings on my phone. I barely ever check them.)
Callie, you probably have a few art pieces that might not be accessible anymore, because you might have put them in a discord server and just... Never kept a copy on your computer. Even for the art you made that is still accessible... How will you even go through the effort of collecting and archiving them, now? I got lucky to start my Everything Drive project relatively "early", in 2020, because Unus Annus scared lil ol me. Even then, I had a lot of work before me. I can't imagine starting that same project now, 3 years later.
On a slightly related note, sometimes a friend's hard drive just gets wiped. Sometimes someone's art hosting site gets taken down. Sometimes there's even something as mundane as someone quickly deleting their discord message as a joke. Things get deleted all the time, outside of my control.
I try to archive as much of myself as possible, but that's basically where I stop. Just myself. I can't archive everyone else to the extent I do for myself. I just hope they get to archive at least a small piece of themselves, their own way.
Back to Geller's video, though. I wanna say, The Internet Archive isn't fully a forever archive. People can try, yeah, and with enough people, something could very well last forever. But with individual items, it's a different story. I used to be very into the Archie Sonic comics, all for one specific character (if you want to know, it's Shard the Metal Sonic). Internet Archive, at that time, had a collection of pretty much every archie sonic comic, neatly organized and easily accessible straight from the website. It was a beautiful thing. Months later, trying to find a panel of a comic to take a screenshot of, I realized the collection had been taken down for copyright reasons. Sure, there's other collections of Archie Sonic comics, but those often fail to capture... Everything. Even the one I was looking at probably failed to capture everything. Some only have the early era of the comics, some only have the comics from Ian Flynn onwards. Some omit the spinoffs, others omit the end pages of the comics with fan mail and whatnot. One collection appears to be the most substantial, but seems to have forgotten a few pages in a few issues. It's just... Impossible, really. To get everything, and make it out in one piece.
I can't capture my paper doodles as accurately as they appear; in the Everything Drive, you zoom in enough, and you see pixels. There aren't pixels in real life. If I were to preserve every page of my high school notebooks, the scale of the collection would become gargantuan and completely inaccessible; just like Borges' map. I don't currently have the resources to download every video I've ever put on youtube or every stream I've done on twitch, and keep them on some external hard drives. I certainly don't have the space or even the time to preserve everything I love, everything I wish could stay just a little bit longer on this Earth. We all have our times to go, and all we can do is move just a few centimeters higher on this sinking ship.
So here I am, carving out my own corner, displaying only a select few categories of what I wish to preserve about myself. And in this corner, I'm happy.
Sorry if this rant is unhinged. I'm not deleting any of it. Guess I'm staying true to this topic, lmao.
I want to end by saying that if anyone wants to scroll through my Everything Drive (a google drive collection of as many digital + physical things ive made as im able to find and archive), I can send you a link! Just dm me if you wanna. Haven't fully finished organizing some recent art projects and a vast majority of my notebook doodles, but there's still already a fuck ton of shit in there.
Also my music streaming platform of choice is VLC Media Player
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roboobin · 1 year
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hi im robin i reblog things and try to be an extrovert!! u can message me whenever and if i message you feel free to ignore, it won't hurt my feelings also every time someone tags me in something my heart swells
always searching for name twins
if i like something w/o reblogging it assume its been added to my queue unless it doesn't make sense for me to reblog it then assume i was just liking in solidarity
current obsession:
bg3
other things i might reblog:
dndads
the sims 4
the adventure zone: balance
undertale
nimona
luca
dc (batfam, superman, roy harper specifically, billy batson, etc)
boygenius (and associated acts)
kpop (just b, XG, kiss of life, twice, girls generation, lee hyori, anything else that strikes me)
pom pom squad
jun togawa
rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
fish
babymetal
figure skaters
gravity falls
jesus christ superstar
marvel (deadpool, spiderman/s, daredevil, moon knight, etc)
minecraft diaries
puss in boots
stardew valley
twilight
the owl house
astrology
MBTI
Barbie
good omens
butterfly soup
tmnt in general
anything my friends make regardless if i care about it or not
orbiting humam circus (of the air)
subway surfers
dream of gluttony
unus annus
rise of the guardians
baldurs gate 3
chappell roan
assorted music
hozier
dom fera
detroit become human
ace attorney? im not even in that fandom but my friend is so i reblog things to send to her. someone give me a medal
baldurs gate 3
night in the woods
red white & royal blue
how to train your dragon
stray
tags below ⬇️ for my own use so they probably wont help u much. except #roboobin bcs thats just everything that comes out of my sorry mouth
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Fandom song animatic tournament: Bracket 2 Side B
The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives
"The moon will sing a song for me I loved you like the sun Bore the shadows that you made With no light of my own I shine only with the light you gave me"
Dream Sweet in Sea Major (Alone at the Edge of a Universe) - Miracle Musical
"You look quite divine tonight Here among these vibrant lights Pure delights surround us as we sail Signed, yours truly, the whale"
Remember that we're voting on how Iconic they are for ANIMATICS, not for the song itself. In order to make things fair, the tone and mood of the song should not affect how iconic it is (for example, a serious song should not be considered more iconic than a joke song just because it's serious)
Propaganda and animatic links of the songs under the cut:
The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives
Propaganda:
No Propaganda Submitted
Animatics with the song:
ROTTMNT
The Owl House
Unus Annus Ikea AU
The Owl House
Rainworld
Dream Sweet in Sea Major (Alone at the Edge of a Universe) - Miracle Musical
Propaganda:
It fits everything, it has these specific breath taking vibes and it’s just so so so gooddd
Animatics with the song:
Generation Loss
Last Life Etho and Bdubs
The Magnus Archives
Stanley Parable Stannarrator
QSMP Jaiden
Detroit: Become Human
Please be cautious and read the title, description and warning cards on the animatic videos if you decide to watch them. If you've got specific triggers I'd recommend even more caution when watching animatics of fandoms you don't know, since sometimes canon-typical themes don't get warnings.
Please keep in mind that I don't know all the media and fandoms of the animatics provided as examples and I don't have the time (nor the will) to research them all. Don't come into my notes or my ask box complaining about them being included, I will simply block you. If a ship animatic included is about an adult and a minor, do tell me and I'll take it out of the post
ALSO keep in mind that I don't know all the artists submitted; in fact, even if I do know them I do not know absolutely nothing about them as people (I do not have twitter nor tiktok) and I could not POSSIBLY have the time to research ALL of the artists' controversies and what came of them so PLEASE don't flood my inbox with the artists' entire crime list.
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phantomhunt · 3 months
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The hunt for Annus // fusionverse
Part 1/??
This fusion is of me and Unus, it's nickname is Eefer but in this fic I'll refer to him as Ethus (his human name), enjoy!
Ethus woke up, staring at the dark ceiling of a room that wasn't his own. He listened to the leaves rustling outside, his pointy cat-like ears moving slowly to catch the sound. His body was calm, but his brain was restless. 'i should go find him' he thought. 'i need him back' he assured himself. He got up from his bed, opening the wooden closet that was stained with what he hoped was not blood. He grabbed his suit and dressed up. He was ready to get out and left through the window, meeting the others would be exhausting. He walked into the forest, looking for an isolated spot. He closed his eyes and tried to focus, until he heard distant screams, they seemed glitchy. He ran for them, only to find a man with a cut throat, glitching and screaming with his eyes closed, he seemed to not be aware of reality. Ethus left the man alone and teleported to his own universe, to Mark's house.
Mark might know where Annus will be, and that's where he'll start his search. "Mark? Are you home?" He shouted, hoping for an answer. And there he was, older by $-&#^¢:"+°€=% but just as fabulous as all that time ago. "Do I know you?" Mark asked. "Oh- yeah, it's Unus, I uhh- fused my soul with someone else's" Ethus explained, "I actually go by Ethus now.. I'm looking for my counterpart" he finished. "Oh.. he hasn't been here since y'all died &$@#% years ago" Mark sighed. Ethus was disappointed, he hoped this would be his first lead to finding him, but it was a failure. He thanked Mark and went to a different place, a place where gods can hang out with mortals, that's surely where *she* will be.
He walked into the brightly lit room, several people sitting at each table, he seemed to arrive when the gods were at break. He summoned his god badge and got to the back room of the gods, heading straight to the communicator's room. He knocked on the door and was allowed in. Inside the room was a goddess wearing a half black half white jumpsuit, she had a halo in the same colors, her dark brown hair nearly glowing from the halo's light. "Ethus? I thought you left to a different reality" The goddess said, her soft voice echoed through the room as Ethus sat down on a black chair in front of the goddess. "Well... I came back to look for... *Him*" he explained, knowing she would understand who he's talking about. "Annus? I haven't seen him since..." she didn't finish the sentence but Ethus understood every word, "I heard he's in the demanted forest.. I don't recommend you'll go there".
"What is he doing there? Whatever.. thanks, you're the best" he blowed her a platonic kiss and left to the forest, not stopping for even a moment.
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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years
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Markiplier ego frogs? What colors would they be? Also if you were to be a frog what color would you be, Sard?
OH OH OH OH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I GOT WHEN I SAW THIS (I happen to love when you guys ask things about me like that fjsnfn) I sort of put my own spin on this ask as you can tell haha!
Mark is sort of a half red fade to black colored frog. To represent his hair and channel! Either that or he's a white and black frog with a spiral pattern to represent Unus Annus. But the Unus Annus frog dies exactly 364 days after its creation for some reason..
Dark would be an all black frog with one red and one blue eye! Most likely poisonous too; as well as sporting a purple tounge. This species of frog tends to be very territorial and hostile if provoked.
Antis a lime green frog with specks or red along his belly that aaaaalmost looks like blood hmmmm... And he's a speedy frig to symbolize his glitches!
Wilford is more so a happy little toad sitting on a lilly pad taking a nap. Bright pink. Just pink. No spots or anything :>
Yancy, the darling boy, gets confused with the more common Unus Annus frog becuase of their similar black and white pattern (it represents his jump suit) The only way you can tell the difference is how the Jail Frog species has almost tattoo like patterns on their legs
Engineer is a milky blue and purple. A more recently discovered type of frog that hops higher than the rest. According to research it's becuase it tends to have more energy and the need to explore open areas.
Actor is a deep scarlet frog with golden eyelids and pupils. A very lazy frog that croaks so fucking loud. Almost as if it's impatiently calling for someone
And lastly is the horned toad species named after the state that houses Chicago, Illinois! A strong frog, strangely, that likes to collect things and store them away. Often is seen hiding under logs
As for myself, I'm probably a smaller silver frog that likes to climb things heh. Hope you liked my answers!
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Dear Unus Annus:
Hi. It's been a while huh. Another year, another 365 days have passed, another chance to remember you. Because today you have a whole community at your feet dressed up in black and white, remembering what it once was. Today we cry, we mourn, we laugh, we tell stories of stupidly insane videos, we come together once again as the family we used to be, because today we don't forget. We will never forget. How could we? Pee sauna (god why Evan), the dance of Italy, three mile mark, meaty claws, scp amy, camp unus annus, the grip was loose, heehoo, and so on so forth.
Yeah, we wouldn't even dare to forget those memories, because at the end of the day that's what matters. I hate to bring the cliche phrase we Unus Annus fans are tired of quoting but, it's right: "don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened". Of course we're allowed to feel like shit because yeah, it hurts. Every last bit of it, hurts. The good, the bad, the funny bits, the sad bits, everything. But like Mark said... that is the beauty of it. It was just a Youtube channel trying to send a message to the world, and my God the world replied back. It managed to impact us all, to cut through us, to give us a new perspective on life, to help us on our darkest times- and is all because a couple of friends wanted to say something. Something worth remembering. Something that years down the line, people would still talk about. Something so powerful, yet so simple.
Memento mori. Remember you will die.
... so don't waste any second of it. Yes, not every moment can be this huge life-changing, meaningful thing, there are gonna be some things that simply are just that, a breeze that flies by, unimportant. But I think those are the most impactful, the type you do not really appreciate until you lose. The small details that make everything worth it, that gives life a purpose, meaning. We have to make the most of what we have with what we can, because one day it will be all gone, one day you'll wake up and realize you have lost it all. And when that happens. Well.
Smile because it happened. What really, truly matters isn't the fact that is gone... Is that it once was. We once were.
And as for me? There is so much I want to tell you, so much that has changed. I have changed. Evolved. Turned into what I hope a better person. Because this year was the worst one of my life, and I wish I were exaggerating. Anxiety crisis after anxiety crisis after anxiety crisis, countless panic and anxiety attacks, physical symptoms that could freeze even the strongest of men- palpitations that wouldn't stop, numbness on my face and fingers, a feeling like I couldn't talk without messing languages up, and above all... A constant feeling that I was going to die.
Every night I went to bed thinking "this is it, I won't open my eyes tomorrow". Every day I woke up with my heart pounding in my ears and my limbs frozen in fear for a threat that didn't even exist. And the pressure on my chest, God, that fucking pressure... I never felt such an anguish as that before. It was debilitating, exhausting, frustrating. I felt terrified, I simply could not live. Locked once again on my house, but also in my own mind- the worst prison a person could have. I stoped everything.
That until I realized what was going on: I needed to let it all out. And so I spoke with the people I needed to talk, started medication, worked on myself after 18 years of life... And I began to live again. To feel alive. I found my own voice, my burning flame inside that drives me to heal, to become a better human being each day, to never give up. Hell, before i hated going out, now you won't see me in my home. I hanged out with friends more, I talked through every single issue I had, I grew.
Now see me here, Unus Annus. Two years after you left us, after I ran away from my abusive household, one year after I started with my anxiety crisis and the start -even if I didn't knew at the moment- of my healing journey. I am a new person, I grew in every way, shape and form you can imagine, I died. I died so the new me could be reborn from the ashes, I died so my inner child could let go, I died so the anguish could be left in the past were it belongs. I died to face death itself. Look her in the eyes and say "I accept you". I'm not going to say I still don't fear it, but I know it is not my time yet. I know when the time comes, I'll be ready. I know death, death makes everything worth it. The fun times with my friends and the activities as a camp counselor at my school and the fireplace we hang around after putting the kids to sleep with the rest of my co-counselors and the laying down with my best friend forgetting about our problems for a bit and the laughs and the pain and the tears and the everything, the nothing, the joy of being alive. The same joy Unus Annus taught me.
If I am here standing today is because two people decided to start a channel that would have a begining, a middle, and an end. And that end, that moment where the Livestream cut off and a million people were left to stare at the void of a black screen, that is the lesson I take from it. That is the moment that saved me. That is the moment that taught me that nothing is temporary, so you better make the most out of it. Enjoy, enjoy for all those times you couldn't, never waste a single opportunity to say what you think and do what you feel is right and risk it all for that crazy idea you have and live. Live because life is a beautiful thing l, and after 18 years on this Earth I can finally see that. Live like there's no tomorrow because fuck, there might not be one. Live because no one will give you back the seconds you missed out. Live. Love because you deserve. Live because there is no because, just for the sake of living.
Live, live remembering you will die. The end will come, and when it does... Go out with a goddamn bang. Go knowing it was all worth it.
Life was worth it.
Unus Annus was worth it.
So thank you. I know each time I do one of these memorial letters I say the same thing but, I don't care. Thank you Mark, thank you Ethan, thank you Amy, thank you Evan, thank you Lixian, thank you Marcus, thank you Rachel, thank you Vincent, thank every single person that had a role to play so that the insane ass project of this channel could be made into a Thing. Thank you for creating such an impactful message that has affected me in the best of ways. Thank you for saving my life, being there for me when all I needed was a reason to keep going, and knowing that another Unus Annus video would come tomorrow and that I had to be there for the ending pushed me through one of my darkest times. Thank you for never giving up even with a FUCKING GLOBAL PANDEMIC in the way. Thank you for taking the time to remember this channel in each anniversary. Thank you for being a friend, a counselor, a distraction in the middle of pain, a father, a brother, a safe space to be in. Thank you for creating such a wonderful community, I met some of my best friends here. Thank you for inspiring me to push my work out there, to never give up on my projects, to pursue my dreams even if they are absurd- because who knows, that crazy idea everyone is telling you is imposible could be the best decision. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you for everything.
I miss you, and I will continue to miss you every day of my life, but I promise I will always smile when I do. You were and always will be a legend, like it or not. You'll always be in my heart, always, until the day we can meet again in whatever weird way death works.
Thank you @crankgameplays, thank you @markiplier. Thank you for the adventure of my life.
Memento mori, until the next year,
Unus Annus.
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