#untilted 3
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(part four of my untilted—now titled—unintentional aeon series)
Until you find me hiding, silently I wait.
1.7k words of aeon just trying to survive. it’s harder on tour than he thought it would be..
cw: aeon being anxious, foraging food, mentions of quintosis used as a defense (in the pit), aeon’s still depressed
part one part two part three
under the cut<3
“Where’s Aeon?”
Swiss looked over at Rain, his eyebrows furrowed.
“What do you mean?” Swiss asked, feeling his stomach twist up at the thought of Aeon being missing.
“I mean he missed head count, isn’t on the bus, and I can’t find him anywhere in the venue,” Rain responded, his long, unglamoured tail flicking nervously.
“Shit..” Swiss hissed.
Aeon did a quick check of the halls to make sure nobody was around before he snuck back into the green room of the venue.
Aeon immediately went for the snack table, picking at his nails that looked more human due to his glamor. They clicked every time he pulled at them, though he quickly began gathering up as much of the leftover snacks as he could, leaving him unable to fidget.
Aeon always felt like a second thought at the ministry when it came to meals, his plate always being filled with what looked like scraps. Though, while on tour, he didn’t really feel like he was given much thought at all.
There was always too little food at the venue provided lunch, the snack supply was full of things he knew the other ghouls loved, but nobody had ever asked him what he wanted to have in the green rooms—which, he only knew that the ghouls were asked because he heard Mountain talking about it with Copia.
Aeon felt guilty as he stuffed his pockets with Goldfish, granola bars, and a few other snacks that he had never seen before.
Probably requested by Cirrus, the new ones. She was always talking about some sort of new food she had heard about.
Just as Aeon had gotten all the food he could into his arms and pockets, he turned to leave the green room, only to hear Swiss running down the hall while talking to someone else.
Aeon squeaked in surprise, his survival instincts to protect the food he felt he had to forage safe on full blast. He rushed over to a nearby cabinet, putting his flexibility to use as he climbed inside and quickly shut the door.
It was extremely cramped due to all the food he had tucked to his body. Luckily, he still had some airflow due to the vented door. Aeon peaked through the vent, his lilac eyes shining with instinctual fear through his glamor.
His anxiety was on full blast, his mind fogging over with awful memories of the Pit. Hiding to survive, using his quintessence to lead other ghouls away from him with a faux scent trail.
Melting their brain when they found him anyway.
The door to the green room flung open and Aeon watched an unglamoured Swiss and Rain rush into the room.
Aeon stiffened, curling around the food he had managed to scrape together for himself for the three travel days the band had ahead of them.
His mind clouded over even more as thoughts of being found made him dizzy. Aeon took a deep, shaky breath in and began tapping his thumb against each of his fingers in a specific pattern.
Pointer, ring, middle, pinky—pointer, ring, middle, pinky—pointer, ring, mid-
“Unholy Father, where is he?!” Swiss exclaimed, clearly on the verge of a panic attack.
Aeon jolted, his eyes darting away from his fingers and back out to the room through the vented opening, determined to keep his eyes on the two ghouls.
“Swiss, calm down, we’ll find him. You can smell him, right?” Rain asked, knowing Swiss was the only one who had been close enough to memorize the little Quint’s scent.
Aeon quietly scented the air, smelling burnt gasoline and something resembling sewage water.
His eyebrows furrowed.
Who are they looking for? Aeon thought to himself, oblivious. Why are they scared?
“Yeah… yeah, it’s a lot stronger in here.” Swiss muttered, smelling the air. “He should be here! It’s too strong for him not to be,” Swiss exasperated, wincing as he tried running his fingers through his curly hair, only to snag it almost immediately.
“It’s okay. He must’ve just left. C’mon, we can find him,” Rain soothed, pulling Swiss’ hand from his own hair and guiding him out of the green room.
Aeon waited for a moment or two before he slowly crawled out of the cabinet, making sure to be dead silent incase someone he couldn’t sense was nearby.
As soon as he determined the coast was clear, Aeon darted off, making a B-line to the tour bus.
Swiss and Rain had split up after about 10 minutes of searching. Rain decided to check the venue again as Swiss raced for the bus, clumsily clambering up the steps and looking around in a panic.
Dew looked over, his eyebrows furrowed when he smelled Swiss’ panic. The fire ghoul was holding a smoking joint, Mountain rolling another one next to him.
“Where’s Aeon??” Swiss asked, looking at Mountain. He completely disregarded Dew, not in the mood for the fire ghoul’s snarkiness towards the new quintessence of their pack.
Mountain gestured to the door that separated the living and kitchenette area from the bunks.
“Everything okay?” Mountain asked, Dew seeming weirdly worried for Aeon, considering how much he voiced his distaste for the ghoul.
Swiss didn’t answer Mountain and still paid no mind to Dew, rushing to the bunks. He slammed the door behind him and rushed to Aeon’s bunk, ripping the flimsy privacy curtain open.
Aeon yelped and quickly grabbed his blanket, shoving it into the corner to hide a pile of something that Swiss didn’t see. Aeon hissed and snarled, gaining an agitated posture, his back slightly arched like a cat as his tail went rigid.
“H-Hey! Hey, it’s okay, relax..” Swiss said immediately, letting go of the privacy curtain and holding his hands up in defense.
Aeon’s pupils were slits, his eyes searing into Swiss’ form as he growled lowly, slowly moving his pillow to the corner that he had shoved his blanket in.
“It’s okay, Stardust.. you’re okay…” Swiss said softly lowering his hands and gently placing one on the thin mattress of Aeon’s bunk. The young Quint snarled and put it body in front of the corner where all of his bedding was.
Swiss’ eyebrows furrowed as he realized Aeon was in fight or flight. Choosing fight, oddly enough.
“Aeon, calm down. I won’t go anywhere you don’t want me too. Stop curling up like that, you’re going to hurt your back,” Swiss frowned as he kept his hand on the mattress but didn’t move any closer.
Aeon just grumbled and curled up some more, making Swiss hear the sound of a bag crinkling. Swiss’ eyebrows furrowed but he didn’t say anything, wanting so desperately for Aeon to trust him.
Aeon stared deep into Swiss’ eyes, the multi-ghoul practically watching as Aeon’s resolve crumbled and the adrenaline from his fight or flight washed away.
The little quint sniffled and curled into himself, hiding his face from Swiss as he began to cry. He sounded like a distressed kit who had either been caught doing something wrong, or had too much baggage for their poor heart.
Swiss immediately climbed into Aeon’s bunk, staying away from the corner that Aeon was hiding something in. Swiss brought Aeon into his arms, his heart breaking as Aeon snuffled loudly and began sobbing.
Aeon smelled different to Swiss, but he also smelled the same in a way that was different from the rest of the pack.
Aeon usually smelled like smoked ozone, a smell that Swiss would usually attribute to an upset ghoul, but he couldn’t remember Aeon smelling any differently. Now, Aeon’s scent was what Swiss thought of when he imagined the end of the world—Armageddon, if it were to ever happen.
Toxic, polluted air, rotten food, an atmosphere burning away due to nuclear warfare, death…
Grief.
Tears of his own welled in Swiss’ eyes as he realized just how broken the ghoul in his arms was. A soft sob bubbled in his throat and he buried his face into Aeon’s shoulder, wishing that he could snap his fingers and make the young Quint’s loneliness disappear.
He watched the little ghoul, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched how Aeon tapped his thumb against his fingers in a pattern that Swiss didn’t understand.
That didn’t matter. He had Aeon in his arms and he was never letting go.
The two ghouls cried together, both comforting and wallowing in their own pain. Eventually, the two cried each other to sleep, Swiss’ body acting as a shield against the world for Aeon.
“Have you seen Swiss since he came bounding in here?” Rain asked Dew as they hung out on the couch in the living area of the bus.
“No. Figured you’d go check on him eventually.” Dew shrugged. “Could you? My legs hurt,” Rain pouted playfully, knowing he was the only one who was able to make Dew stand up after show.
“You’re damn lucky I love you.” Dew grumbled, pressing a kiss to Rain’s forehead before he stood up, stalking off to the bunks were the rest of the pack was sleeping on their respective tiers.
Dew slightly pulled back the privacy curtain on Swiss’ bunk, his eyebrows furrowing when he didn’t see the ghoul. Dew shuffled down the aisle and went on his toes, peaking behind the curtain of Mountain’s bunk.
The earth ghoul looked over from his book, raising an eyebrow at Dew.
“Swiss?” Dew whispered, his tail flicking slightly. Mountain hummed and shook his head. “I’ve been hearing him snoring. He’s in here somewhere,” Mountain whispered back, setting his book down and pulling back his privacy curtain, watching Dew scent the air, looking for Swiss.
Though, before Dew even got the slightest idea of where Swiss’ scent, tinged with a bit of distress, was coming from, he heard his telltale snoring from a certain Quint’s bunk.
Dew stiffened and walked over to the bunk, slightly ignoring how Mountain was hissing at him not to cause a scene. Dew pulled the privacy curtain back, his body going rigid when he saw Aeon’s tear stained face buried into Swiss’ shoulder, said multi-ghoul curled around Aeon in the most protective hold he had ever seen from Swiss.
And with a closer look, he realized Swiss’ face was also stained with tears.
Dew slowly looked over at Mountain, his golden orange eyes wide.
#aeon ghoul#ghost band#ghost the band#swiss ghoul#the band ghost#dew ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#mountain ghoul#rain ghoul#phantom ghoul#briefly mentioned cirrus#briefly mentioned copia#finally titled this#pierce the veil reference👹#ravenssilver writes#nameless ghouls#nameless ghouls ficlet
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Untilted Katamari Reflections
Preamble:
Content considerations for the following include:
Parental abuse
Bigotry
Worldly anxiety
You're welcome back another day if that's too much right now.
I.
It’s fall of 2015.
You and your virgin college friends drink shitty cocktails called the “Slutty Will Rodgers.” They’re just Pepsi rawdogged with indeterminate amounts of grenadine and Captain Morgan. When you bought the mixers a Wal-Mart stocker yodeled “OOOOoOoooOH, maKIN sOMe DRINKS?!?!” and you knew it was time to leave.
We Love Katamari is on the Telly. It’s a sweet, trippy game you first bought to cope with high school. On Dark Fridays at 1am, when your inbox was barren and your balls were full, you’d drive to the empty gym downtown and sprint six miles. Then you’d come home and replay the firefly level until you fell asleep with your pug.
Your college friends are bad at the game, so they pass the controller. You’re playing the underwater stage. A spaceman falls in the pond of people gunk and stacked crabs. It’s going really well if you’re honest. You point to the screen and say “this’ll be Florida if Trump wins.” See Fig. 1.
Figure 1: Rick Desantis has big plans for Disney.
Your friends don’t reply because they soon won’t be virgins and their tongues battle each other’s. It’s a different game they play, one with fuzzier rules, but greater industry respect. You wish the campus gym was open 24/7.
. . .
Your skills as the prince are not inherent. You first meet him in 2005, when your dyspraxic hands can barely tie a shoe. Your parents catch you lose shit for the Toonami review of Me and My Katamari. They buy it for Christmas, hoping to steady your nerves while your father’s in therapy.
Dr. Flam is a Neo-Freudian hitched to your mom’s guy, Dr. Flim. She’s deep in your dad’s dream journal and makes him watch movies like Cool Hand Luke to really reign in his ego. He gets the DVDs from the Netflix site, then through the mail. As a family you watch your dad’s therapy films and reruns of Inyuasha.
In the waiting room you barely navigate the sticky ball through Namco Bandai’s Satoshi Kon parade. See Fig. 2. You’ve only seen adults express anger verbally, so when you mess up you grunt a lot and let out those Leopold Butters Stotch swears like “crap,” “shoot,” and “gosh darn.” You’re not particularly self-aware, so you probably just say “god fucking damn it” a few times and don’t remember. Years later you realize there was probably a secretary behind the glass watching you do all this.
Figure 2: Bwahbwahwabhbawahbwaaaaah.
Sometimes there’s a girl in the room with you, just around your age. She’s stuck while Dr. Flim teaches her mom about what dream snakes mean for her fear of male puberty. That's what he did for your mom, anyway.
You think the waiting-room stranger is cute, but you won’t admit you like girls yet, especially not to yourself. To cope with the cognitive dissonance, you do your weird shit louder while refusing to make eye contact with her. If you get real stressed you crank up the main menu track and yell “ahhhhh that’s so relaxing” while the “nah nah nah nahs” play through your headphones.
At one point the girl stands against a wall and stares at you with her arms crossed. You bet she thinks you’re cool, but she’s probably just annoyed and hopes you’ll notice, or maybe just ask if she’s OK. It’s probably good you don’t talk with her. You might ask something stupid, like if she's seen the roach corpse in the stairwell. It’s been there for a year straight, isn’t that crazy?
For better and worse, you power through your little game alone. Every time you lose the King of All Cosmos beats, shoots, and belittles you. See Fig. 3. It reminds you of when your own dad shattered your Harry Potter wand over the kitchen counter because you dropped a mini pizza.
Figure 3: The King of All Cosmos offers little constructive advice, all things considered.
You fail quite frequently. Eventually you drop the game because it’s getting stressful and you have the power to relieve yourself of the situation—not the Freudian lobby, just your fake dad.
II.
It’s 2012. PlayStation Network uploads The Prince’s primeval outing: Katamari Damacy. Within, Padre Cosmotic flaps his gums over too much hooch then slams his dump truck ass through the better part of our solar system. He dislodges every recognized constellation and even the moon itself.
Cosmos sends Prince to Earth—the last brick left in the shitstorm—to make slop of our planet and bodies. With the slop space itself will be made anew. The Good Son does as he's told, and every living entity experiences euphoric ego death within the bulbous heaven of the Katamari.
As a Real Gamer Teen you lose a lot less in this one. You really go in and fix Fake Dad’s mistakes, no problem at all. This is why a year ago you hailed “gaming journalism” as your calling. You write clean and play tight; should keep the lights on. It’s the most concrete idea you’ve had since 7th grade when you outlined a YA novel called Tooth Pocket. Even you didn’t think Scholastic would buy that one, though. It was just too hot for the book fair.
One day you’re cranking through FFVI and your real dad swings by, mad you're young. He grills your ass and says “I bet you can’t even tell me the biggest thing happening right now.” It’s some real “What’s a gallon of milk cost?” shit, he could mean anything.
Surprisingly, you can’t think of a good answer. You and your friends are actually pretty informed because John Stewart is still at the desk and y’all chime in every day. See Fig. 4. You also spend hours each week tearing through MSN slideshows in your Graphic Design class because the Photoshop takes five minutes. You’ve seen a staggering amount of the Syrian civil war.
Figure 4: Sometimes in Snapchat you draw glasses on your cat to make him look like Mitch McConnel. You wouldn't do that without this guy.
Still, you’re a little stumped. It’s the middle of a phenomenon native to moralist presidencies known as "a slow news week.” You actually ran out of war shit the other day and clicked through some slides about Pakistani wrestlers. The seniors who offered you Jack Daniels in the Whataburger lot saw it and laughed. They thought you were peeping dong in class. You really weren’t, but they didn’t believe you. They graduate certain you were bricked up in the Dell Lab over big guys in spandex.
“I don’t know,” you tell your dad.
He throws his hands behind his head, hard, like an orangutan chucking logs at a poacher.
“It’s the fucking carbon tax,” he yells. This comes as a surprise, you think, because that shit is last month’s news. It really didn’t go anywhere.
“Do you not pay attention because you don’t give a shit, or are you just a nihilist and think you can’t do anything?” You can tell in his eyes he thinks there’s a real answer. “Seriously, which is it?
You don’t remember what you said. You probably just stammered until he walked off.
A month later he picks you up from marching band. Your phone is dead, so he had to wait twenty minutes longer than anticipated while you found his car. He punches the rearview mirror until the windshield cracks then screams of how your birth kept him from New England.
III.
It’s 2016. A rockin’ MILF in the Psych department gets you really into Hamilton. See Fig. 5. Every day you wake up on the grind and blast “You Aaron Burr, sir?” through your shitty 7-11 cans. While cramming foreign language Quizlets and McGraw Hill Online you do this thing called “Hafilton.” It’s where rock up to “Nonstop” and quit listening just before Hamilton decides what he will stop is being a good husband.
Figure 5: Like Kojima, you know "MILF" is a mindset, not a factual inquiry.
It’s 2018. Your grades are notably better and you’ve snuck into the honors program. Like Hamilton himself, you really flourished at 19 and thought about running for office. You immediately abandoned this idea after remembering your allergy to recordings of your image or voice.
You cohabit with the Psych MILF, and she offers some advice: she’s really had her boots on the ground with this whole “clinical psych thing” and honestly, respectfully, she loves you, but dear God it might not be your scene. It’s taken a real toll on her and the friends, and she can’t imagine you going through that shit.
At 1am in your living room you boot up DOOM (2016) and listen through some Hamilton. Angelica is thirsty on main when you remember that you, yourself, could be a lawyer. You don’t have to run for Congress to fight the establishment. There’s just the common law, and it’s right there. You can just get your grubby little hands in that shit and work your magic.
. . .
It’s the last semester of undergrad. Your Western Thought professor says Hamilton wasn’t really a huge deal and really James Madison shat out the big parts of our faction-proof empire. Yes, there was, in fact, a civil war, but the caplock rifle worked it out. After the Federalist papers he has you read the Bill of Rights but no Supreme Court cases. There’s a lot of talk on negative liberties.
Just before finals, the learned doctor says your generation only has two things to worry about: the climate and the poverty. Yeah they’re big, he says, but they’re just two things. You’re crafty kids, smart as the framers, even.
. . .
The state decides law school is your jam and lets you come inside.
There’s the negative liberties but you actually read Supreme Court opinions when the big boys aren’t shaking fists for Valley Forge. They have you listen to Hamilton for context. You feel dirty. An LRW professor puts on the “I’m Just a Bill” video and your sectionmate with Ivy degrees gets really, really mad.
. . .
The Federalist Society has a comfy presence at your law school. Along with Big Oil they sling out free pizza to every Little Scalia with a rumbly tum tum.
On your way to class you hear what the pizza boys feel. They hate Europeans, those social democrats with the rotten armories and clumpy cash. The Euros, they think, give too much wiggle room for the mentally ill, and by that they mean they mean gay people and probably just women overall.
There are more than two things to fix, you think.
. . .
The pandemic hits. You and some pals start a Google Doc to stay afloat. It barely works. In the Zoom review for the property final your professor catches multiple people crying. "You don't have to be here," he tells them, “there are other jobs.”
. . .
A year passes. You’re in a niche public interest class you do all right with. The professor looks you and thirty-five others dead in the eye and says how sorry he is that law school is traumatic. You shed a single tear in your little window. You're pretty in the shit and haven’t worn pants to class in months.
Then public interest prof takes a big, big drag from his long, fat spliff. He spins his desk chair and baseball cap at the same time, never letting go of the joint.
“Hey,” he says. “It’s not your fault, really, but the world is fucked. It’s time to fix what your parents did.”
The next week he gives a practice exam where the best solution is to sell an old lady’s house to Nestlé.
IV.
It’s 2022. After throwing your whole gooch at it, you fail the bar exam.
You fall back hard into exercise. When you’re not slamming Barbri you’re at the gym binging curls and cranking the Chainsaw Man soundtrack. One night on the way to squats you finally hear “Black Parade.” Just like you, Mr. Gerry Wayland is stuck between global disrepair and the desire to write Funny Little Books.
You just started an FLB yourself, actually. It’s spin on a Story Break episode you love. In your version there’s a fucked up civil war horse that moves like a spider and is covered in bugs. Rich people kill the planet then the horse gets lost in space. It’s compelling, you promise. There’s body horror and pirates dressed like Gorton’s Fisherman. See Fig. 6 It’s about the horrors of the contemporary world state. It’ll be fun.
Figure 6: An untapped horror icon. Imagine blood contrasting that yellow.
Big problem, though: you remember rich people love hiking. There’s no grass on Mars, not that good shit anyway. Would they really fuck all of it?
You edit. In the last few years, the real breathless ones, the oligarchs cash their tab. A cartel, they think, could really muscle those stragglers, the tragically common. There’s one city left with both breathable air and refugees. They level it. The few survivors are spread amongst the stars, so their loves and languages may die.
. . .
It’s the middle of Bar Prep Round 2. You and the patient MILF see Hadestown in the Big City.
There’s a juke joint on stage flanked by devil trombones. A sad little guy slinks in from the janitor’s closet. His name is Orpheus and, just like you, he’s a sad, short writer who likes a lady so much it comes out weird. He has a vision, he says, for a little ditty. It’s compelling, he promises, and shit’s gonna change. His love is functional and realized, worth the investment of a hardened woman displaced by capital’s torture. She believes him.
You cry because you know where this goes.
It’s just a single tear.
Don’t worry.
Nobody sees.
. . .
There’s this game you like, by some corporate anarchists who hate themselves. They’re Scandinavian, from the spot in Tallin where you stopped for a cruise. Every gift shop there had swastikas and gas masks leftover from the bloody years.
In the game is a liberal yacht MILF. She thinks you’re stupid but someone’s helping with your gun, so you’ve got that on her. And yet, she pins you, re your whole writing thing. See Fig. 7.
Figure 7: She sucked, but it still hurt when she left.
Your favorite Supreme Court podcast says the ocean’s last hope is other countries. But those countries’ people cry to the Disco game, and their ministers also bought The End of History. You meet them on the subreddit. You're all geeked out, waiting for the tide.
. . .
It’s the era of desert cradles. God thinks you’re disgusting, so he sends his better kids with a memo: the flood was too much work on his end, it’s time for something different.
“Just keep walking,” he says.
Your skin bares his figure. So do the corpses. You little birds among billions, gassed out and screaming, move to clean.
V.
It’s 2023.
We Love Katamari is up on the PlayStation store. You sit with the cats and mow down some crabs. You don’t need it so much these days, but it’s nice.
There’s a Bar card in your wallet, just below your gym tag. There are two interviews in your Google Calendar. Good stuff might happen, hopefully soon. You crawl into bed and wrap an arm around your wife’s rib cage.
Everything matters and nothing is safe.
You are loved enough to sleep.
#gaming#actually mentally ill#disco elysium#fuck freud#writing#satoshi kon#2000s anime#law school#environment#hamilton musical#aaron burr#politics#marriage#philosophy#the daily show with jon stewart#bad parenting#my chemical romance#gerard way#existential despair#katamari damacy#we love katamari#succession
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aypierre lore recap!
two months ago, started to have weird dreams, but got distracted by maximus <3
the dreams come back, always the same : him on a surgery table
he decided to extract his dreams with his Dream Machine and the help of Antoine's guided meditation
he wasn't sure if those dreams were memories or not until Cucurucho asked him to come for a routine fiteness check, where he found books untilted "medical report"
This describes a surgery that was done on a him (report written by Fred), after he was tortured for information -this put him on the brink of death and to avert this they had to use a dangerous procedure given to the federation by a unknown third party
The operation involves slowing down his heart, and a strange helmet to put on his head.
Normally this operation is supposed to leave no traces, and no alterations to memories
But so far this is the last thing Aypierre remembers before the plane - and even that memory is weirdly detached from him since it came in the form of a dream
Aypierre's thoughts about all this :
the most important thing to him is that FRED knows about all this - he wants to ask him questions, but he doesnt want to go through Tubbo for it.
he'd like to maybe get his hands on his "fitness check-up" report, to know what the Feds were looking for.
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Hello! Have you any haikyuu fics u recommend? :)
oh boy i do (all on ao3)
literally everything by snoqualmie but esp cotton breathing, routine, untilted (<- iwaoi), mixed signals and mint and pine (<- kyouhaba)
birdcat dude their fics wreck me Every Time, like that shit touches me at my Core esp: mercy is a shade of blue and the north : south : east : west series (<- iwaoi)
also literally everything by deathbelle esp the loyalty of a traitor!!!!!!!!!!1, lockdown (<- iwaoi), burden of blame, different kinds of dysfunctional (<- sakuatsu), liminal space!!!!!!!!!, the monster of shiratorizawa, true colors (honestly the whole plumage series tho), where you've been (is who we are) (<- tensemi)
fairycake as well, absolute forever fav will be insert coin to play, also red dahlia and three sheets to the wind (<- sakuatsu)
desperado (and the prequel teenage fever) by verbrennung (iwaoi)
the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle by kittebasu (iwaoi)
stumble into the sun by sunsmasher (iwaoi)
also i could have sworn i have some kuroken and matsuhana bookmarked but apparently my dumbass didnt but if i find them ill repost and add them but that's it for now<3 (more recs are very welcome ofc!!)
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⠀⠀𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.)
1. The Wilbur Van, sootwilbur / 2. Philza & his son Wilbur, robotic-poet / 3. / 4. One More Life?, haissitall / 5. Untitled, melon-milku / 6. Old Black Train, paragal / 7. Untilted, Peecoa / 8. I'll Kill You Again, KNP / 9. Scratching, sea_lems
#tommy#wilbur#crimeduo#pogtopia#exile#death#limbo#hotel#web weave#quote#lmantommy original#crimeboys#ctommy#cwilbur#phil#web weaving#dsmp#dream smp#ccrimeboys
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star i know i dmed u about this but like i cant. i cant. AAADSJDJDADJSDKJDJDDS I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABT THE CONCERT (ISABEL LAROSA + ARI ABDUL GODS WATCHING TOUR!!!) I WENT TO YESTERDAY
I GOT THERE AT THE VENUE AND FOR SOME REASON EEVRYTHING WAS DELAYED BY AN HOUR AND I DONT . I DONT KNOW I WAS DEVASTATED I WAS LIKE SHIT I CANT EVEN SEE THE SECOND PERSON PERFORMING (IT WAS A DUAL TOUR) AD IW AS SO SAD BUT SOMEHOW. BY SOME MIRACLE. MY DAD TEXTED ME AND WAS LIKE "IM SO TIRED PLZ COME USING THE TRAIN" HOLY SHIT. I COULD STAY AS LONG AS I WATN AS LONG AS I COULD DRIVE THE LIE EVEN FURTHER WITH MY MOM. AND THATI EXACTYL DID!!@#!@#!@# I KNOW I SHOULDNT BE SO EXCITED AND HAPPY ABOUT LYING BUT IM JUST. HAPPY I GOT THIS EXPERIENCE INT EHE FIRST PLACE. LIKE THIS WAS THE BEST POSSIBLE OUTCOME. I GET TO GO HOME BY MYSELF, I DONT GET CALLED BY MY PARENTS, I GET TO SEE (ALMOST) THE ENTIRE SHOW, I GET FRONT ROW VIEW?? LIKE IT WAS LITERALLY THE BES TPOSSIBLE OUTCOME AND I THINK PERAHPS IT WAS A REWARD FOR THE SHITTY WEEK IVE HAD THIS ENTIRE WEEK. YETSERDAY SINGLEHANDEDLY MADE UP FOR IT. I LEFT THE VENUE AROUND 11:40 PM ISH??? AND GOT HOME AROUND 1 AM LMFAO how was i not questioned at all idk. i dont wanna jinx it like what if my mom asks me today abt everything i did. but also what the fuck how was i able to get away with such a big lie WHILE keeping it for HOURS???????????? HOURS PAST THE TIME I SAID ID BE OUT?!?!?
no but like i cant beleive that these people are REAL like wym iw as in the same ROOM AS THEM? IC ANT. I CANNOT! the first girl (isabel) was BEAUTIFUL like ic ouldnt stop staring at her at all she was GLOWING. the crowd was lowkey fake and dead af tho.....like live in the moment stop staring at your phones tryna get aperfect fancam of her this aint a kpop concert!!!!!!!!! you came here FOR her not a recording of her!!!!!! well i undertsad the recording part bcs i was recordin gtoo but liek NO ONE WAS JUMPING OR SINGING ALONG OTEHR THAN ME BASICALLY AD IW AS LIKE WTF?!?! i love her older music so when she performed one of my favorites (heaven) i almost cried out of joy. but the crowd wasnt evenr ecording or singing along so i hope they were at least admiring her in person bcs she truly looked heavenly. like an angel. the white spotlight was shining down on her and she looked liek she had WINGS bro. i cant believve i got to see this live. INCLUDING ONE OF HER UNRELEASED SONGS THAT IM JUST SO IMPANTIENT FOR. NOW I HAVE AN UNOFFICIAL RECORDING OF THE ENTIRE SONG FOR ME TO LISTEN TO UNTILT HE ACTUAL RELEASE! i actually like her older songs a lot and one of my faves from her next to heaven is closer but she never performed that </3 i guess it was never on the setlist and she never performed it live pensive emoji
stop i said i was near the stage nad i ltierally was like i dmed u the video of one of the girls (ari) TOUCHING MY HAND .. WHAT THE FUCL. I ALMOST ORGASMED HER VOICE IS SO HOT SED HELP stop her normal speaking voice made me DIZZY. it was raspy and lowkey deep and so like. so. it was giving dominant. why was she speaking liek that thru the mic do you want me to explode in my pants . someone needs to study me and my infatuation w women that have sexy deep voices like i also am heavily obsessed with fu hua from honkai impact bcs her voice is so hot and Ugh okay lets not get into the voice kink (guess my skz bias if u couldnt already from my previous asks .) BRO SHE STARTED TAKING OFF HER TIE TOO I ALSO SENT U THAT CLIP LIKE IAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOKAJOASKOAKOAOKOkookakokoakoakokaskodaidjaddsk
while i was buying merch before i left (i had to leave before the last two songs from ari, one of them being my faves </3 bcs i didnt wanna risk it any further) i was telling the girl by the stand that i had to be discreet bcs my paretns did Nawt know i was at a concert and some girl w her mom overheard and laughed and we made small talk and her mom was like "dont even worry about sneaking out for a concert, ive done worse as a kid. im glad you were able to give yourself this experience bcs we only live once" and i was like 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 damn some validation from a mother that isn't even mine surely feels nice. ANYWAYS. i got a signed photobook from them! i really wanted a shirt w the tourdates but alas my paretns once again dont know i was at hte concert and they are also religious as fuck and im pretty sure any shirt that mentions god in a nonreligious context would get my ass beat. Im still in disbelief like how did i even get away with this i cant believe it. also im crying bcs in order to drive the "conference" image, i went dressed in a whole business formal outfit LMFAOFOOFO you kow that meme that slike "me at my wedding vs me at some other event" with that guy. yeah that was me. me at my wedding (in my pjs) vs me at the gods watching tour (in an all black blazer outfit)
anyways yeah thank you for the lil pep talk you gave me and your comments on it <3 im glad i took the risk and went and therefore i had to tell you everything about it.
SPEAKING OF CONCERTS I SAW THAT U GOT LOLLAPALOOZA TICKETS!!! CONGRATSSSSS I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WHEN YOU GO!
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HELDPDOSKKEMFKFKEKRKJRKTT THE LAST PART OF THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD W YOUR REFERENCE TO THE MEME W THE SUIT AND RHE CASUAL DRESS PLEELWKKSKXKEEO THATS SO REAL 😭😭😭😭 NO but real talk im so fucking glad you went AND that everything somehow worked out in your favor????? YOUR DAD COINCIDENTALLY GETTING TIRED HOLY FUCKKKKK I always feel bad when something happens where I can’t be 100% honest with my parents but like that lady said it’s literally worth it because it’s a once in a lifetime thing!!!! When I first bought tickets to see bts and booked my hotel and flight and everything I told my parents nothing but the bank called about the charges and they found out and I felt soooo bad but I literally regret NOTHING like concerts are such a fleeting thing and you gotta take advantage and GO when you can!!!! Holy fuck dude though I can’t believe you got that CLOSE to them??? AND GOT AN UNRELEASED SONG???? I do know Isabel from tik tok her music’s GOOOOOD (she’s always the audio in those hot ass skz edits djkekekckdkdkd) BUT I CANT BELIEVE YOU GOT TO BE SO CLOSE TO THEM also getting a signed photobook????!:!:!:!!:!:!:!.! YOU WON SOOOO GOOD BESTIE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 IM SO GLAD YOU WENTTTT I hope you’re able to take advantage of whenever you have special opportunities and that you always get this lucky!!!! Don’t feel guilty about lying either one day these years will be mere memories and you got out of it clean so relax and celebrate bc YOU GOT TO BE SOOO CLOSE TO YOUR FAV FUCKING ARTISTS HOW COOL IS THAT……… ILY BBY MANIFESTING MORE MOMENTS LIKE THESE FOR U IN THE FUTURE 🫶💓💖💞💘🩷💕
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♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.The start of brightst☆r,episode 4:♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:
"Untilted?!.."
01:57 ━━━━●───── 02:55
ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻
After that,before sora left ami gently grabbed her hand,making sora tense up "what the fuck!?- oh,sorry.. and thank you.. I guess..,what is it?" She didn't smile but she didn't frown either,ami stepped back a little,letting go "sorry,didn't mean to scare you,I just wanted to know your number,so we can keep contact!.." she smiled at the blonde,who blinked. "Uhh sure.." she Said awkwardly. Giving the peach pink haired girl a slip of paper,"thank you.." she said softly,stuttering after she finished,holding her hands together "mhm.." Sora nodded,dreading her home.
"Uh.." Sora turned,her hand in the doorway. "N..nevermind,sorry,you can go.." ami said,sora nodded "okay.. see you tomorrow,. See you all tomorrow.." she said,holding back a smile. Akira nodded "see you tomorrow!" Rei spoke in a barley hearable tone "see you tomorrow.." Akira gasped,turning "awww! Your voice is so cute!!" She squealed,making ami giggle, "akii,you can't just!-" Akira sighed "sorryy,her voice is just so cutee!" Rei couldn't help but smile,"oh.. thanks." She said,"aa!! I can't wait even more to see you tomorrow!!" Akira said brightly,and they cleaned up,leaving.
♫₊˚⋆｡♪₊°♬˚.⁺Ami was setting up a music playlist,but she got stuck. She felt scared,what if they didn't like it. She then,with shaky hands made a group chat sending a message...
Ami - "hey,sorry to make a groupchat without your permission. But what music do you want me to add to our playlist? :)
Sora - "it's fine. Leoneed or some other band,I don't mind much."
Rei-"soft songs if that's not to much"
Akira-"I don't really know rn,:(( I can't thinkkk,give me timeee!"
Ami-"haha,okay<3 send it wheneverr!"
Ami felt herself smile. Someone knew leo/need? That was nice her friends band was getting recognized,and they seemed trustworthy. They were just scared,maybe.. she didn't wanna draw conclusions. She started to make it,and messaged shiho for the best of Leo/needs songs. And then added those,and other songs they liked.
♫₊˚⋆｡♪₊°♬˚.⁺ Ami played the music softly on her phone as she helped them,humming to the song playing,the songs they chose were good. As the playlist was coming to an end the music stopped.. or so she thought. "Hey,what was that about?" Sora asked with a rough,caught off guard tone,"don't know,I'll check,sorry for the problem.." she said,going to her phone,reading the song title, Untitled. "...untitled?.." she asked,clicking on it. She dropped her phone as she heard the others gasp,as the world went white.
(HAHAHHA,I'll work on ep 5 cuz I have motivationnn!)
#project sekai#project sekai oc#brightst☆r#project sekai fanfic#project sekai fangroup#hastune miku colorful stage#oc x oc#oc x canon
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🗝️: an old file
[A text file, untilted, with the date around 3 years ago at 3 in the morning.]
[that damn tauros haunts me, it didnt do anything wrong and yet i didnt grab it. fuck me what kind of idiot does that. i wouldnt even have room but at leasy it would have gotten into a shelter fuck FUCK.]
#pkmn irl#pkmn rp#tw pokemon harm#((? idk that doesnt seem right but this feels like it needs to be tagged
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WIP Folder Names Tag Game!
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, & then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS.
I got tagged by @hallwriteblr , @rbbess110 , and @phynewrites !!! Thank you for the chance to participate <3
Oh boy-
Okay, so, we have:
Not me rewriting a chapter because my writing skills sucked
Not a stripper AU of Cryptid Coffeehouse
Chapter 5 but better
Give it a try
Current draft!!
Timeline
Timeline x2 because the first one became a scene
Wsjdjdjf
Djkdkv
BOOK ONE YALL (scrapped)
Book one but actually the format we’re sticking with
PLOT PLOT PLOT
Notes????
Untilted
Rose colored glasses
And to this mess, I am dragging kicking and screaming @sm-writes-chaos @trynafindhope @covenscribe @antihell @stanrendipity @hollyannewrites @lilac-honey @dyrewrites and @scribe-of-stories
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I know this is annoying but do you know when the next chapter of Spider's mistake is coming out? Have a wonderful day and I hope you enjoyed watching avatar again. <3
Don’t worry, it’s not annoying. It should be out within the next three days or so, I just finished writing it today and now it just needs some editing and final read-over, then I’ll be done. I actually quite like this next chapter so I’m excited for it to be posted :)
I also really enjoyed rewatching TWOW. It was my fifth and final time watching it in theaters untilt he inevitable rerelease. I never get tired of it. I love that film so much 😭💙 you have a wonderful day as well !!
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WIP Ask Game
Rules are as follows: post the barebones plot of your wips in a new post and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most, then post a snippet/tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have wips. I was tagged by @bluedaddysgirl !! Thanks for the tag and sorry I’m so late to this haha
1) Finding Obi-Wan - A galaxy spanning adventure with pirates and peril and gladiators. The only problem is, Obi-Wan has amnesia, and no one knows where he is.
2) When The Ground Breaks - A Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt (Yes, I’m still working on them, I PROMISE). There’s an earthquake and whump and angst for the disaster trio
3) Untilted Obi-Wan and Cody vs Grievous fic: that’s pretty much what it’s about, idk what else to tell you
I have other WIP ideas written out (and other prompts to fill) but I don’t have anything substantial for them yet. These three are my most well-developed at the moment.
No pressure tags: @kckenobi @pandora15 @indigostars @skywalker-tano-kenobi @ashinaburrito @peachgummycandy @adaliak
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5, 9, 10 and 11 for the ask?
5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself
depends of the time of year / the Mood but right now it's probably 50/50 innit. i do a lot of sketches/preliminary drafts and all of that sorts while Having Artistique Merit i'm not posting bc. well is for meeee <3
9. What are your file name conventions
these days it tends to me Untilted File PNG but when i remember i name it with a bit of the caption i want to post it with so that way i know what i meant :3
10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw
SHIRTS AND WAISTCOATS..... & when i get the occasion, fancy 18th-19th century dresses...
11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what
either Musica OR long videos that i have already seen so i'm not tempted to keep my eyes on them in case i miss something!
thank u 🫂
ask me some!
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! 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 !
i'm so sorry @thetypingpup i just realised you tagged me in this! i have a few wips in the docs but some are just mindless ideas and others are neo tech college series related stuff D:
𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 ! post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues then and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. tag as many people as you have wips
𝐧𝐞𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 !
the way life goes (pt.6) — jaemin x reader
you'll never find anyone like me (pt.1) — donghyuck x reader
boyfren (pt.1) — jungwoo x reader
why you (pt.1) — jeno x reader
something about you (pt.1) — mark x reader
f**k you (pt.1) — doyoung x reader
love is a crazy thing (pt.1) — jaehyun x reader
he knows it (pt.1) — hendery x reader
𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 !
just between us (pt.3 final) — yuta x reader x mark x winwin
punk 00 — jeno x reader
babydoll (probably will be changed) — yangyang x reader
(untilted) — johnny x reader
(untitled) — jisung x reader
desire — taeyong x reader
(untitled) — chenle x reader
some of these might not go ahead bc i'm not sure how i'm feeling abt them.. but these are all my wips atm!! but i'm gonna tag... @ncteez @dollyji @guanana @yutasabi... and anyone else who likes to join, just say i tagged you :) also!! to those i tagged, you don't have to do it if you don't want to!
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OH MY GOD YOU TURNED 22?!?!?!? HAPPY ATE FUCKING BIRTHDAY?!?!?!?!?!?!?! BEST WISHES OGMGMOGMOGMO WHAT DID YOU DO ON YOUR BIRTHDAY TELL ME EVRYTHINGGGG
aaannd keith is actually a name one of my moots gave him!!!!! my first pet crab was named frankie, and then i mentioned it in a dc server i was in and then they were like 'cool now name the next one keith' AND BEHOLD KEITH
yeah he was cool!!!!! i had to release him at the end tho LOL
and i actually!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just ordered a fuckign album!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH IVE WON ITS HELLO FUTURE I'VE BEEN WANTING THE BAD BOY FOR A YEAR NOW
its supposed to arrive in 2-3 days so watch me dash to the door every single time a vehicle drives by i will scream at them untilt hey give me my album GIVE ME MY ALBUM!!!!!!!!
also also im not sure maybe it was my shit wifi but did my ask about the renjun fic come in orrr :000
-ccsa anon <3333
AND HOW ARE YOU LANAAAAAAAAAAA
AHHHHH THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH, MY LOVELY SWEET CCSA ANON 🎉🤩🥰🥳💖💕💞 i’m sorry this response was so late DFKSAKAFL 💀 BUTTTTT my friends and i went to an anime convention and went shopping and just had a fun girls’ weekend 😌 it was like 10000 degrees and the convention was so packed that we felt like sardines but i missed going to big events so much :’)))
omfg i am such a boomer it took me so long to realize dc means discord 😭 that’s so adorable though 🥺 shoutout to the moot who named him, stellar naming sense 😩 awww it’s sad to say goodbye but it’s good that you released him <333 i’m still emotional bc i just watched pokemon ranger and the sea temple and i’m not over may releasing manaphy 💔
WOOHOOOOOO!!! only 2-3 shipping days??? that’s insane sm usually takes months to ship albums 💀 LMAOOOOO FR THOUGH 🤧 the seratonin boost of receiving a package is unmatched >>>>> !!
yes it did!!! i’m sorry i’m getting through my asks at snail pace but i did get it!
i’m doing wonderful, my love!! it’s currently 102 F here so i am melting but other than that i am having an extremely hot hot hot girl summer of staying inside and watching pokemon and playing sims 🥰 how are you!!!
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New art again??!?
Okay so
I'm going insane... Viktoryia has a new design. I have her reference thing... and she's going to be the goddess of the sea. I have no ideas but yes.
Also, don't mind how fast or how much art I make.
I'm definitely not on like...untilted 560+ in ibis paint x on my phone <3
I want people to draw her...PLEASE.
She's my silly gal.
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Deciding to do the WIP Ask Game, yay
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I don't have anyone to tag, though, because barely any of my friends are writers
Untilted Document
lythe does cannibalism
Then the Gods said 1
Then the Gods said 2
Then the Gods said 21
BACKSTORY???
Yes, I know 3 of them have the same name, but that's just because it's the fanfic I've been talking about(but haven't been writing because holy shit writers block is a bitch)
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