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AAAAAA TILL EKWJWHRVEVWGWH <33 THE ART IS AMAZINGGG

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favorite images

“How’s life?”

Me:

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My Alien Stage commentary is about to escape containment for a second, BE WARNED.

Karma enraptured me, wow.

Firstly, I am utterly in love with mini IvanTill's communication through facial expressions. Not a word was said, but god, the message is so clear and so heartbreaking in light of the recent comics.

Mini Ivan and Mini Till fall with the rest of the Anakt children. Till looks down, and starts to look scared.

He reaches for Ivan's hand and perks up when he feels him.

They look at each other and smile.

Devastating. I am in shambles.

Secondly, every single time a scene juxtaposed Mizi's thoughts.

Mizi: "Maybe I just wasn't as desperate for her."

Also Mizi: (cries desperately for her)

And lastly, the image we weren't allowed to see in Round 1 because it reveals the extent of Sua's obsession with dying for Mizi. The way Sua reenacted the pain of getting shot in the neck every single night just so that she would look perfect when she inevitably dies for Mizi. The way appearances and perfection defined Sua's existence and the only way she could return Mizi's love is to become her perfect sacrificial lamb.

Because Mizi was Sua's god as much as Sua was Mizi's, and their differing methods of worship is what ultimately led to their tragedy: Mizi worships by protecting what she can break, and Sua worships by breaking.

They drive me insane holy shit.

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mikan that's actually so real of you (wonderful art btw)

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how alien stage portrays love is everything to me

as a queer person who has more found family than blood family, the way alien stage attempts to portray the entire depth and spectrum of the undefinable thing we call "love" takes my breath away.

it's about the endurance of the human spirit and how marginalized people will always be able to form bonds and be strengthened by their connection to others even if they can't define the bonds they made.

it's about love and loving despite the fact that you know you will lose them some day.

it's about family and finding the people you belong with and sticking by them no matter what.

it's about finding empathy for others, not necessarily because you understand them completely, but because you love them as your family, friends, or fellow humans.

whether it's romantic, platonic, or something indefinable

life is about love.

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saving for soon because I love how op pointed this out 🙏🙏

Make of this what you will but, in one panel from Remember Everything, Mizi does this:

Do you see? The way she holds her hands. It’s the same position she held them in one panel from KARMA

And it’s the position Hyuna holds her hands in ALIEN STAGE (the episode)

Sure it could just be them singing, but i think it’s deeper than that. I think this pose is them reaching out for something. For hyuna; hope. For Mizi; I was going to say Sua but it could also be a symbol of hope (I get the hope angle because we know that Hyuna is a very hopeful character and hope makes sense for both her and Mizi).

In the frame from KARMA she’s reaching out to Sua, to finally reunite with her in the afterlife. But this doesn’t happen, Mizi survives the fire yet she’s still reaching out in that same pose. She still holds hope that she can reunite with Sua.

And that’s why I think this pose means hope and why Mizi keeps doing it.

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WAIT I JUST REALIZED. Who got blown up in the comic?? IT WASN'T DEWEY WAS IT??? 😨😨

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FR I LOVE MI VIDA LOCA ❤️❤️ Akugetsu's vocals pop off every time ugghhhgv I LOVE ITTT

To be inside your heart 💚

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feeding myself content from the new comic because I wanna know about other people's perspectives & interpretations on it.

BUT PLEASE. Why are there STILL people being like "take that mizitill shippers!!!!" 😨😨😨

I don't know what side of the internet you're on where you see a crowd of mizitill fans ramming their ship into your face but take me there so I can at the VERY LEAST understand where you're coming from??

I get the lesbian representation in media thing and how mizitill takes away from that plus the basically canon ivantill, but I CANNOT FATHOM THE SHEER AMOUNT OF POSTS OF "rip mizitill fans 😛😛" meanwhile it's about Till coming to terms with his trauma and his childhood? It's so much more deeper than "take that losers (mizitill shippers) 🥰🥰🥰" ???

Like yes, he no longer sees Mizi that way and Mizi is never going to be attracted to a man, but the way that these posts are worded genuinely makes me think that their whole take-away was anti-mizitill.

Also, that one part of The True Face comic where it was revealed that Mizi abt Till's crush knew all along + is disgusted by even the IDEA of liking men. I'm so done because of the way people used that to literally bash at mizitill fans—yes you want the lesbian representation, and maybe seeing romantic mizitill ticked you off, sure, but OOUUUHHHH I cannot go one day without seeing another "heh... 😏🔥 mizitill shippers 6 feet under.... 😼😼😌" DO YOU NOT SEE HOW DEEP INTO THE LORE THIS RUNS.

The interpersonal relationships & the characters themselves acc drive me insane the way they're so so SO well-written, but posts like these drive me nuts.

there's so much more to unpack than "haha no mizitill for you 😛😛😛" BE SO FOR REAL.

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I realized this now, but while Till's burden was REALLY heavy, I feel like we overlook just how unimaginably heavy Mizi's burdens are.

⚠️ ALNST SPOILER WARNING ⚠️

- Spoilers for ROUND 6

- Spoilers for KARMA

- Spoilers for "The Witch's Decision," "Scars," and "Remember Everything."

(Comics free to read on VIVINOS' patreon)

Till had to deal with the sacrifice of Ivan. It hurt, and there’s no denying that. It took years of healing for him to come to terms with his sacrifice, but the weight now off of his shoulders and the constant love (whether platonic or romantic) that he receives from his environment allows him to be the stronger and healthier guy that he is now. It was a lot to deal with, and survivor's guilt is real no matter the situation. I'm not trying to downplay his trauma, rather I want to bring a lot of Mizi's to light.

Mizi lost Sua, someone that she truly was dependent on and someone she genuinely loved, whether she believes it or not. They had a close bond—unhealthy, yes, but it was still love. She knew it was coming, but she promised herself and also Sua (though probably without Sua even knowing) that she would take the burden of losing her for the sake of Sua's sanity.

But then she lost Ivan. She thought of him as her best friend, though we were never shown her reaction to his death. We can assume that they had a close bond because of past art of them, where she was comfortable enough to nap on top of him and was comfortable enough to let him give her a piggyback ride, despite her distaste of the idea of being with a man. Mizi knows that she can be comfortable with Ivan because he's the one guy that doesn't like her as a crush. Ivan may not have seen her in the same way, but there was still a bond between them, a familial love that's referenced in "The Witch's Decision." You can also see that he's rated at 70% on Mizi's affection(?) chart. She thinks highly of him, and she lost him that day, too.

On that day, she lost Ivan, believed she lost Till, and lost Hyuna. Perhaps a few weeks before that, she lost Sua. She'd been dealing with the trauma of losing Sua, but now this? While Till was alive, she still lost people that she held near and dear in her heart, and she spiraled so much that she directed her pain and trauma onto the segyein and blew up the stage.

Alien Stage might've ended once and for all, but she's still not free. Remember how she went to Anakt Garden for freedom from her crushing environment? How she grew up in an environment with guardians who could easily crush her?

She is surrounded by equals—other humans. And they all want to crush her. She knows it, and that's why she's in a wig. Mizi left the scene alive but scathed, and she's been carrying a heavy load since the day that Sua died. The weight was there before Round 1 because she knew that Sua would be taken from her, but she still had the strength to muster up a mask to escape the pain, but she doesn't have that anymore.

Instead of a loving environment, she's been in constant isolation for 7 years. Hated by everyone, believing that she's loved by no one, and having lost people she's loved within the span of probably two weeks. She's had time to heal, but that's all she's been granted. Time. No love, not yet. The community that would've loved her now hates her guts and cannot wait to torment and kill her. All she has left are Isaac and Till, who she might think of on the occasion, but definitely does not plan on seeing.

I like the possible parallels that can come out of this:

Till, once a little withdrawn and shy, was especially controversial among the aliens, is now loved dearly by those around him. He always has been, but it's so much clearer now.

Mizi, once open and outgoing, was loved by her fans and by other humans around her, is now hated by those who surround her, and she now has posters praying on her downfall scattered around, a reminder that she is one glance away from getting truly crushed.

Mizi was the one who attempted to save Till, and she did. She literally ran after him just for the slightest and most slim chance of saving the guy, who she deemed as family.

Now, Till is looking for her, hoping to save her because he knows that she's suffering. I couldn't tell super well, but I believe that he sees her as family, too.

I also want to point out that there are visual representations of the weight that Ivan and Sua had over Till and Mizi.

There was quite literally the hallucination of Ivan on Till's back, leaning against him, therefore his weight literally against Till's back to carry. Then, we have Sua, which is also seen in KARMA and in one of the other recent comics. It seems gentle, like she's resting on Mizi's back, but it's still a weight. They have literally been adding weight on their backs visually, whether they meant to or not.

I feel like Till might (accidentally?) ruin some of the rebellion's plans to save Mizi. There is definitely still danger out and about, but since there are probably gonna be a lot of parallels between the two, I feel like sacrificing the plans of the rebellion might become one of the many future parallels.

We'll see, though. In six month's time :)

✧ If you saw the same commentary on the YT post, know that it was me ‼️

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Isaac: Good work.

Till: Thanks dad.

Till: Why's everyone staring at me?

Dewey: You just called Isaac, dad. You said, 'Thanks dad.'

Till: What? No I didn't. I said, 'Thanks man.'

Isaac: You see me as a father figure Till?

Till: No! If anything I see you as a bother figure cause you're always bothering me!

Dewey: Hey! Show your father some respect!

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Frieren finding grimoires is equivalent to a child opening up presents on Christmas day 🫶

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BEAUTIFUL WRITING UGHH GORGEOUS DEEP POETRY ❤️❤️

Fewer Hands Frieren Fanfic by MythboundCal

As the years pass, there are fewer hands left to hold yours.

Not because they forget you. But because life draws them elsewhere— to guild halls, to families, to faraway towns where letters no longer reach.

They still care. They just walk different roads.

What once was a companion beside you on the trail becomes a name softened by time, a voice you haven’t heard since the last snowfall.

Shared inns grow rarer. Laughter becomes memory. The promise of “next time” turns into another season, then another, and then—

Nothing.

The people who knew your story become the people who once heard it.

And the ones who loved you most— they disappear. Sometimes in battle. Sometimes in sleep. Sometimes within the silence of carved stone.

Each time you share a fire might be the last.

But you won’t know until it’s far behind you.

You stop asking when you’ll see them again. You stop saying goodbye.

Instead, you walk beside them, while you still can. And you hold their hand, if it’s still there.

And for that brief moment of your life, You hope it stays.

Just a little longer.

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A/N: This is dedicated to anyone who’s ever missed someone who disappeared slowly, in distance, in time, in silence, or in passing. And to the ones who keep moving forward with their memory. —🦋

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“You seem down. What's wrong?” He asks, gazing at you. There's no doubt about it now that you long for him. You smile at him in an attempt to conceal your thoughts.

“I'm okay. I'm just a little tired.” You sigh, slumping your shoulders to hopefully convince him. The thing is, you know that it won't do anything to convince him, and you also know that he won't back off until you tell him the truth.

“Tired? Something else is wrong. Tell me, and I'll do what I can to help you.”

“No, no, please. I'm okay. I just need some time to rest.”

He purses his lips. Why are you lying to him? You watch his fingers press against the wood of the bench, the pressure obvious beneath his gloves.

“You can't lie to me. I know that there's something wrong. Tell me what it is. I want to help.”

You purse your lips, too. What can you say now? Telling him the truth will only hurt you and destroy the friendship you built with him. You're anxious, and you feel your own fingers pressing against the palms of your hands, and he watches the pressure turn your fingers white. He doesn't like it when you lie to him about your feelings. He knows that something's up, so why can't you tell him? What are you thinking about? Why can't you just say it?

“Why should I tell you?” You answer, shuffling away. The fabric of your clothes droop off the side of the bench, and the tall grass feathers around them.

“I want to help you.”

“Thank you, but why do you always want to help me? You aren't obligated to.”

“Do you not want my help?”

You don't answer that one. You can't. How do you explain that you do want his help, but you can't have him help you with this issue?

“I asked you a question first.”

“And I'll answer that once you answer me. Do you want my help or do you not?”

“I can't say.” You say, but you sounded more hurt than you intended. Actually, you didn't mean to sound hurt at all, but you can't risk this.

“You can't say? Why?”

“Look. I appreciate how much you help me and want to help me, but this issue—”

“So you did lie to me. What is it, and why don't you want me to know?”

You grit your teeth. “Let me finish! This issue is something that I need to deal with myself. This is something that I just can't explain to you, and you won't be able to help me.”

Now he's silent. Thinking about it now, this might be the first of many times that he hasn't been able to stick by your side since you met him. He's always been there one way or another, whether you wanted his help or not. He's probably thinking about that, too.

“We've been through a lot,” He starts, “and I... we did it together, right?”

“Right. I was thinking about that, too. The thing is, I do appreciate your help, but just this once, I need to deal with this alone.”

You look up at him. He looks distressed, like he needs to help you.

“Look. I'll be okay. I really do appreciate how you always want to help me, but just this once, okay?”

“I don't want you to be alone.”

You say nothing. Your lips form a thin line. You look down at your hands, pressing them together.

“I want to help you.” He doesn't give up. “Please. I want to be there for you.”

“Why?” Your heart both flutters and sinks.

“Why can't I help you this time?”

“Maybe this issue is internal. Maybe it's a me thing.”

“What?” He nearly shakes the entire bench. “Are you ill?”

“No, no, not like that. Just my own... I don't know, feelings?” You hope he doesn't get the hint, but you also hope that he doesn't ask anything else. He opens his mouth to speak. You know him too well to think that he won't say anything.

“...I still want to help.”

“It'd be much harder on you than it is for me.”

“Why?”

Your lips twitch. Did you say too much?

“We're talking about my own feelings. I've dealt with them all my life. I know you help me a lot, but I know that I can get through this. Actually, in all honesty, by telling you, I might put myself in an even rougher spot.”

Thankfully, he doesn't say anything. You hope that this shakes him off and that he doesn't realize that you like him.

The silence is a lot less comforting than you thought it'd be. You watch him in the corner of your eye. His eyes turn to you, but before he speaks, he looks away. He's pondering for sure, but you can't read his mind. What's he thinking about?

You look around the area. The prairie is never bustling at night. Actually, it's hardly ever busy, but there's not a single person in sight. You let him contemplate further, hoping that he leaves you alone.

“Do you... want to know why I want to help you?”

You look up at him. For the first time in front of you, he seems hesitant. Wordlessly, you nod.

“At first, I helped you because it just looked like you needed it. You were always kind to me about it, so I... I didn't mind it too much.”

You smile at the ground. He continues.

“But after a while, I never felt at ease knowing that you were alone out there. If you were in any danger, I felt like I had to find you and help you. Not because I was asked, and I know I wasn't ever obligated, but I couldn't rest knowing that you might be needing my help.”

“Is that why you decided to travel with me?”

“Yes, and there's something else.”

Your heart fluttered. You don't say anything, but you hope and pray that he likes you, too.

“I feel lighter with you. Around you, I feel... warm. It's awfully comfortable. I don't understand it fully, but I think I want to be with you for as long as I can.”

Your face forms a wide smile and tears start to well up in your eyes. He jolts, but reaches out to wipe your tears.

“Do you really feel that way?” You choke through your tears. He takes you by your shoulders and nods eagerly.

“Yes.” He says, sounding genuine and devoted, “I don't feel like this with anybody else.”

“You really, really feel that way?”

He struggles to hide a smile, “Yes.”

You laugh, covering your mouth despite the tears wetting your hands, and you don't stop crying. He holds you in his hands, trying his best to wipe your tears away.

“This— this is what I've been so worried about.” You cry into your hands as he tries to wipe your face. His eyes shoot up at you.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I like you, and I've been worried all this time that you—” you take a moment to breathe, “–you wouldn't like me back.”

You fail to notice, but he's unable to wipe your tears. Your tears aren't soaking in his gloves, but his gloves pass right through them. He doesn't seem to notice, either.

“Then,” he says, finally smiling, “I'm glad that I told you this.”

You reach out to hug him, but you stop smiling. You don't hug him, instead, he phases right through you. You don't even try to look back because you know he's not there.

You look down at your phone. It's fake. It's just a fanfiction again. You wipe your face, drenching your own hands with your tears. You've stopped smiling by now. It hurts.

It hurts so bad.

Why can't he be real?

Why?

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suga suga suga suga suga!! suga!!! SUGA!!!!

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LOL this blog is two years old now (it's been two years old for a few days...)

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Have you heard of Jesus?