#also first time using procreate for a full piece yay

[noctusmar]

for the rare and radiant maiden

whom the angels name Lenore— 🕊️

[alcenoterius]

Absolute Destiny Apocalypse Complete 絶対運命黙示録・完全版

Zettai Unmei Mokushiroku is a song from the Banyu Inryoku play Kaspar Hauser. Which was in... 93? It was before Utena. (Seal Spell was also from there.) Kaspar Hauser was a German boy who supposedly grew up completed closed off in a cell. He was taught to say phrases that he only knew by sound and they did weird experiments on him and NOTHING MAKES SENSE. Which is probably why there's a Banyu Inryoku play about him, because, well, nothing makes sense. Anyway he died with a note written backwards on him and everyone collectively went what the fuck. And so Seazer did a play of it because of course he did.Banyu Inryoku is post-Terayama Tenjo Sajiki, led by Seazer who inherited the group after Terayama died. I’m under the assumption it wasn’t going well for them, but Ikuhara FUCKING LOVED Tenjo Sajiki because uhh, Tenjo Sajiki is awesome, and omg neeeeded Seazer to do his anime. Apparently he went eh sure, why the hell not food is nice, here, take some of these songs I already did, and we got weird remixes of them by Shinkichi Mitsumune. At the end of the second season he actually started recording and making original music for the show. While this song arguably isn’t, the second half maybe is.

Also, the Complete version happened in a live concert, the first stage of which was three Utena songs. This was the opening piece. It had more notes. I want those notes back. Please go back and record a studio version with literally everyone please. Yes, that poor girl had to sustain that awful note live.

Anyway, I did the whole thing, cause it felt cheap if I only did half, and I didn’t want to use someone else’s half. Obligatory tags for @hirakumblr and @empty-movement because.

絶対運命黙示録・完全版 Absolute Destiny Apocalypse Complete (Barbara Dwarf Star Child Apocalypse version)

絶対運命黙示録 絶対運命黙示録 出生登録・洗礼名簿・死���登録 zettai unmei mokushiroku zettai unmei mokushiroku shusei touroku senrei meibo shibou touroku

The absolute destiny apocalypse The absolute destiny apocalypse birth records, baptismal registry, death records

絶対運命黙示録 絶対運命黙示録 わたしの誕生．絶対誕生．黙示録 zettai unmei mokushiroku zettai unmei mokushiroku watashi no tanjou zettai tanjou mokushiroku

The absolute destiny apocalypse The absolute destiny apocalypse My birth, absolute birth, apocalypse

闇の砂漠に 燦場・宇葉 金のメッキの桃源郷 昼と夜とが逆回り 時のメッキの失楽園

yami no sabaku ni sanba uba kin no mekki no tougenkyou hiru to yoru to ga gyaku mawari toki no mekki no shitsurakuen

A brilliant place in a dark desert, made of leaves A gold gilded Eden Day and night turning upon eachother Time gilded paradise lost

ソドムの闇 光の闇 彼方の闇 果てなき闇 絶対運命黙示録 絶対運命黙示闇・黙示録

sodomu no yami hikari no yamo kanata no yami hatenaki yami zettai unmei mokushiroku zettai unmei mokushiryami mokushiroku

Darkness of Sodom Darkness of light Distant darkness Endless darkness The absolute destiny apocalypse The absolute destiny apocalyptic darkness, apocalypse

絶対運命黙示録 絶対運命黙示録 死して復活 プロメティウス星体 永生(衛星)登録

zettai unmei mokushiroku zettai unmei mokushiroku shishite fukkatsu purometius seitai eisei touroku

The Absolute Destiny Apocalypse The Absolute Destiny Apocalypse Death then revival Celestial body of Prometheus Records of eternal life (satellite)

絶対運命黙示録 絶対運命黙示録 プロトゴノス　わたし 宇宙　生命　黙示録

zettai unmei mokushiroku zettai unmei mokushiroku Purotogonosu watashi uchuu seimei mokushiroku

The Absolute Destiny Apocalypse The Absolute Destiny Apocalypse The Protogonos Me Universe, Life, Apocalypse

起嫄の中の無限わたし 二つの月と太陽に 宇宙開闢わたし誕生 わたしのわたしが わたしプラクリティ

kigen no naka no mugen watashi futatsu no tsuki to taiyou ni uchuu kaibyaku watashi tanjou watashi no watashi ga watashi purakuriti

In the origin is the infinite me, in the two moon and sun, I am born in the creation of the universe, my myself is the Prakrti me

原初の起こり 受胎 モナリザシオンと誕生 円満愚息 球体 わたし 宇宙 原理

gensho no okori jyutai monarizashion to tanjou enman gusoku kyuutai watashi uchuu genri

Conception of the original source Mona Lisa's Zion and birth Sphere of the perfect foolish son Myself, the universe, philosophy

天地　 昼夜　暗闇光 双月　男女 アンドロギュヌス

tenchi chuuya an__kou futatsuki danjo andorogyunusu

Heaven and earth, Day and Night, Darkness and light Twin moons, hermaphrodite, Androgynous

もくし くしも しもく くもし もしく しくも

もくし くしも しもく くもし もしく しくも

mokushi kushimo shimoku kumoshi moshiku shikumo mokushi kushimo shimoku kumoshi moshiku shikumo

Oh yay. Notes! So many notes! (Conversely, the song didn't have enough, I'm making up for that.)

桃源郷 Literally means The Peach Blossom Spring, which is a story about a magical utopia, full of happiness where they're untouched by politics and the outside world and some guy just waltzes in. (It's mostly about politics really. Please take me. I love peaches.) Anyway the dude leaves and can never find it again. Apparently it gets used to mean a magical utopia, and I just preferred Eden over Shangri-La, especially since I was in an oasis type thing and statistically speaking, in English I don't need to explain it.

Paradise lost is also written the same way as the novel title.

Prometheus was a Greek titan that made humans and gave them fire and is now punished for eternity.

Protogonos (but apparently usually Phanes) is the first born and deity of procreation and life in Orphism. Who is also apparently both male and female. And hatched from the world egg. And created the universe. He smashed the world shell.

Prakṛti, which has a weird dotted R apparently, is the primal matter of nature and femine existence in Hinduism.

Mona Lisa Zion. (Or it's Mona Lisazation. But Probably not.) Okay. Seazer apparently made this word up. Team Japan seems to think it's a combination of Mona Lisa and Zion, and according to that and a few random books that put the words beside eachother, it seems to mostly be based off the idea that Leonardo da Vinci filled La Gioconda with secrets about Jesus and stuff, which I will always think is stupid.

The original live version of ...this version, had the ending lines 天地　 昼夜　太陽　月 ラララ　男女 アンドロギュヌス Heaven and earth, Day and Night, Sun, moon Lalala, hermaphrodite, Androgynous

Also, I have no fucking clue how they got darkness and light to sound the way it does in song. I hear like, aninkou or an'ninkou or something. I didn't feel it was worth holding this up for that though. What's written means darkness and light though.

mokushi kushimo, etc is the syllables of apocalypse tossed into a blender. Mokushi by itself does mean apocalypse. 黙示録 is also the way Book of Revelation is written, but they seem to like it as Apocalypse. FYI if you join the Utena 4 lyfe club you're legally required to randomly spew this line.

[salty-dracon]

TMX- Chapter One (rewrite)

The school bus wheeled forward on scratched rubber tires, rumbling over the dirt. 

Do you ever wonder why we live?

Brooke stared at her yellow reflection in the metal before boarding. Her blue backpack bounced behind her, stuffed to the brim with binders and papers.

Do we just make up meaning for our lives? What defines living? Enjoying ourselves? Procreation? Or is it truly pointless?

A cool breeze blowed a few tendrils of her red hair in front of her brown eyes. She brushed the hair out of her dark brown eyes as she went to pick a seat. 

What does my life mean to me?

The last thing she heard was the sound of a truck honking.

The last thing she did was turn around. 

The last thing she saw was a truck, twice the size of the school bus, barreling towards her, with no time to stop. 

...

...

...

Brooke’s eyes opened. 

The light blinded her back into closing her eyes. It was then that she realized she was curled up in the fetal position, her body full of feeling. Carefully she pried her arms away from her body, checking her joints to make sure they could still move. When her arms were sufficiently mobile, she wiped the goop off her eyes and opened them again. 

The thing in front of her was spotlessly white. As Brooke examined it closer, she realized it was a flat piece of plastic with a latch on top. She undid the latch with shaking fingers, and jumped back when the plastic fell in front of her, revealing a shiny black screen.

A... tray table? With a screen behind it?

Brooke uncurled her legs. She realized she was sitting on a similarly white leather seat. As she glanced around, she saw a window to her left. The view was of a golden sky, with little white clouds here and there. There were no trees, houses, fences, or even ground to be seen. As her ears adjusted, she heard the gentle clicking of train tracks under her feet. 

Am I on a train?

As Brooke looked to her right for answers, she was startled by the tall form of a... Julien wasn’t sure whether they were a boy or a girl. Perhaps neither. Their face was pressed against the seat in front of them, and they were snoring lightly. Across from both of them, there was a slightly shorter boy curled up in a brown trench coat. 

Julien tried to glance at the other passengers. There were people of many races and skin colors in the car. Brooke reflected on the fact that she must have been one of the lightest. 

“Woah!“ 

Brooke jumped back when she heard the voice. 

The person next to her opened their eyes. They pulled back their blue-dyed bangs and yawned. “Hey, what the fuck?”

“I don’t know!“ Brooke shouted. 

The boy in the trench coat gave a small mumble of restlessness. 

All around them, people were starting to wake up. Brooke was sure she heard someone call someone else’s name from the front. They began to talk to each other, Brooke realized with surprise, in perfect English. 

“Nikolas, you’re okay!“

“Yes, yes, I’m fine.“

“But we both died in that explosion!“

Brooke sat down. 

“Julien.“ The person introduced themselves. “I’m a they. Got it?“

“Okay... “ Brooke held her hand out. “Brooke. I’m a she.“

“Nice to meet you.“ Julien waited for a few seconds before asking “Fuck, you’re kinda cute.”

Brooke did not know how to answer.

The boy in the trench coat shot awake. “Woah! Woah woah woah! Where are we?!” He glanced around the train car. “Are we in a train?”

“Hell if I know.“ Julien held their hand out. “Julien. How ‘bout you?“

“Arthur.“ Arthur shook their hand.

Arthur’s outburst seemed to awaken more people. Within twenty minutes the entire train car was talking to each other and introducing themselves. 

“Brooke. I’m from Long Island.“

“Where?“ Julien asked. 

“Long Island. New York?“

Julien looked confused. 

“America?“

“But you’re speaking French.“

“I’m speaking English, and so are you!“

“I’m pretty sure I’m speaking French, Brooke.“

“Nope, she’s speaking English,“ Arthur said. “At least, that’s how I hear it.“

“Well, I’m from France, so if that changes anything-“

“I’m from England.“

A bell rang in the car, interrupting everyone’s conversation. A woman in a white robe appeared at the front, smiling brightly. “Hello, everyone! Welcome to the Heaven’s Express! I will be your conductor today, and I hope everyone is enjoying the trip to heaven.”

“Heaven?!“ Arthur exclaimed. “Are we dead?!“

“In short, yes, you’re dead.“ The woman kept smiling, as if it were perfectly normal. “Every single one of you is dead.“

Gasps arose from the car. 

“But please don’t worry, everyone! You’re going to heaven, which means you’ll be here in a land of total paradise, yay!“

“Go fuck yourself!“ Julien shouted. “Bitch!“

“Language, dude.“ Brooke punched their shoulder.

“Please, may all of you enjoy the conveniences of Heaven’s Express! If you just undo the tray tables in front of you, you’ll see a system that’ll help you wash away the last traces of guilt you feel. You’ll know that everyone is okay! The system also allows you to order any food you’d like, so... “

As the lady rambled on, Brooke touched her screen. A list lit up, displaying a number of different words: “English, Francais, Espanol...” Brooke selected English. Another prompt appeared. “Please enter your full name.“ Brooke typed in the letters carefully- “Brooke Alice Malone“. One click of the “enter” button later, and she was greeted with a picture of herself boarding a school bus, with the words “IS THIS YOU?” underneath. Brooke selected “Yes.”

The screen changed. Another list displayed itself, except instead of being different languages, it was names. Martin Malone, Alicia Malone, Kelley Malone, Ariana Smith, Katrina Maston... 

All the names of people she new. 

Brooke selected her mother’s name, Alice Malone. The screen turned black for a moment before playing a video with audio. 

An office cubicle. A hand with veins popping out reached for a picture in a frame. A picture of Brooke on her sixth birthday, with a little sparkly party hat, hugging her father. Next to it was another picture of Brooke- her senior picture, where she wore her mother’s favorite pink dress. Two drops of water fell onto the picture, shielded by glass. 

A view through Mom’s eyes? 

“Is this... “

“Every one of the names in this list thinks about you.“ Brooke turned around to find the woman in the white robe leaning over the back of her chair. “This is a view through their eyes, so you can see how they cope. Though they grieve, as you will find out later, it won’t matter to you.“

Brooke sent an angry frown in the direction of the woman before staring at Julien’s screen. They were crying at something. 

���Shit, man... “ they muttered.��“I wasn’t that fucking nice... “

Arthur watched his feed with seemingly no reaction. But all around the car, people were watching their feeds and crying.

“Excuse me?“ someone called out from the front. “How long do we have to watch them?“

“Oh, dear, I’m sorry I mentioned them at all.” The conductor’s voice sounded sad and concerned. “You all look so unhappy! Heaven is paradise, you shouldn’t be sad like this! Come come, turn them off. Here, I’ll turn them off myself. Let me just-“

The statement was met by angry protesting from the people. 

“Okay, fine, fine! I’m just saying, you don’t have to worry about earth anymore! Release your sadness! Forget about your parents and friends! None of them will matter in a few hours!“

There were more angry shouts.

The conductor sighed and walked away. As she turned around Brooke caught the sight of wings on her back. 

“An angel in heaven.“ Arthur smiled. “I wonder what kind. She’s probably mid-tier, since the lower levels of angels look like spinning rings.“

“What?“ Brooke asked.

“I read lots of mythology. Greek, Norse, Christian, Chinese, Indian... ooh, Nigerian too! And Philippine!“

“So how did you die?“

“...I think I choked on some food.“ Arthur said.

“I was hit by a truck.“

“Beat over the head with a nail bat. Ouch.“ Julien pointed to the back of their head. “What’s the backpack for, Brooke?“

“Oh, this?“ Brooke pulled it out. “It’s my backpack. It’s got everything in here. Like pens, pencils, a compass somewhere... “

“Wait, does that mean-“ Arthur rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a Swiss army knife. He beamed with joy when he rubbed his finger along a series of monogrammed letters. “Yes! It’s still here!“

“Oh, that looks dangerous... “ The woman in the white robe suddenly appeared behind Arthur in a puff of white smoke. “You shouldn’t take that into heaven.“

“Why not?“ Arthur pointed to some blue plating on the side. “See? It’s got my name on it! It was my birthday present this year!“

“Still, it’s dangerous, and we don’t want anyone to get hurt... “ The angel’s eyes shifted to Brooke’s backpack. “Oh, and all that stuff! You shouldn’t-“

“Hey, shut the fuck up.“ Julien snapped at her. “Brookey can take whatever she wants, got that?!”

“I’m just saying, even if you don’t use them, someone else might-“

The crowd began to protest again, especially the battle-scarred ones. To their outburst, the angel sighed and walked away again. 

“We are really ruining that lady’s day,“ Arthur muttered.

“Fuck that lady.“ Julien leaned back against Brooke’s chest. “No one touches your shit, Brooke. Not on my watch.“

“Are you... hitting on me?“ Brooke blushed. “You’re awfully bad at it, just so you know.“

“Am I?“ Julien laughed. “Wow. So, like, can I get your number in heaven or something? Did I do it right that time?“

Brooke chuckled. 

The next twenty hours of the ride went on as such, with Brooke, Arthur, and Julien conversing amongst themselves and with others around them. All the time, the light outside the train car grew brighter and brighter, until, at last, they arrived. 

...

The first vision of heaven they received was a giant train station, with marble as white as snow and so clean that you could see your reflection. The pillars were made of marble as smooth as a seashell, and towered up to the sky, so high that no one could see the top. People dressed in different garments, with strangely colored hair and wings, talked to each other. Brooke’s heart pounded as she saw them. Their faces were all beautiful, serene, and perfect. It was almost scary.

“Are they looking to board?“ Arthur asked.

“Attention, everyone!“ The conductor appeared again, at the front of the car. “Before you exit the car, I want to stress a few important points! First of all, if someone grabs you, let them. They’re your guardian angel, and although you might not recognize them, they know you better than even you might. Second, once you meet them, you’ll want to make eye contact with them. It’ll help later on. And third, please stay on good terms with them! They’ll be your servants, best friends, and husbands and wives for the rest of eternity. And fourth, you may leave all of your belongings here on the train. You don’t need them, and we can put them to good use. Thank you all for riding Heaven’s Express, yay!“

The doors at the side of the cars opened. Immediately, people began to pile out. Most of them took their guns, backpacks and other objects with them, much to the conductor’s chagrin.  

“Got everything?“ Julien asked. “Let’s just wait for Arthur, and then let’s head out, okay?“

Brooke zipped her backpack and glanced at Arthur. 

Arthur appeared to be frozen with fear. His hand was slipped inside one of his pockets. 

“Hey,“ Brooke said. “Is something wrong?“

“My Swiss Army Knife. I can’t find it.“ Arthur’s voice was shaking.

The conductor sighed. “Your guardian angel can just-”

“No, you don’t understand.“ Arthur turned to the conductor. “My dad gave it to me for my birthday. It was the last thing he gave me before he-“

“Like I said, your guardian angel can just give you a new one.“

“But it won’t be the same!“ Arthur exclaimed. “Because-“

“Arthur, we’ll help you.“ Julien sighed and stretched their arms. “C’mon.“ They kneeled on the ground and looked around as more people shuffled off. “Brooke, help me, will ya?”

Brooke nodded and hopped over the next seat. She kneeled on the ground and peered between the moving legs and train car seats. “I can’t see it.”

“You’re wasting time,“ the conductor urged. “Your guardians are going to get worried.“

“I don’t give a shit.“ Julien watched as the last person left the train car. “Shit, it’s not here.“

Arthur’s hand reached inside his other pocket. He gasped and pulled out his Swiss Army Knife. “Oh.”

“It was in your pocket? Fair enough.“ The conductor sighed. “And since your backpack’s-“

Brooke picked her backpack up with an angry frown.

“Geez, fine, fine.“

Together, they exited the train. A few seconds after Brooke’s feet landed on the ground, the train puffed quietly away. 

“She said our guardians were waiting for us,“ Arthur whispered. 

“Over here!“ “Julien!” “Welcome!”

“Angels… ” Julien muttered, as they saw the source of the voices.”

One of them was a short woman with blonde hair and purple wings in a white Greek-style dress. The second was a taller woman with darker skin and chocolate brown hair in a lacey black gown. The third was a man with golden-orange hair in a white suit with golden and red accents, with orange wings unfolding behind him.

“Arthur! Come on!” The blonde bolted forward and embraced Arthur, who looked shocked at the prospect of being hugged so suddenly. She kissed his forehead and danced him around. “Ohhh, I missed you so much!“

“Julien.“ The brunette tenderly wrapped her arms around Julien, smothering them in many layers of dress. “Welcome back home, my dear. How long has it been?“

“Brooke.“ The golden-haired angel kneeled in front of Brooke and took her hand. “I’ve missed you for longer than you could comprehend. Welcome to heaven, my dear. My name is Grey. I hope we’ll be good friends.“

“Grey... “ Brooke whispered. “It’s... nice to meet you too.“

“We met once before, you know. But we were destined to separate. Thank the lord you’ve made it to heaven.“ He embraced her and kissed her cheek.

“Okay, okay... “ Brooke pushed him away. “That’s enough.“

“Your eyes are beautiful, you know.“ He pulled his chin towards her. “Can I take a look?“

“What?“

“Look at my eyes, darling… ” He leaned closer. “I’ve always dreamed of gazing into those eyes.”

Brooke’s heart pounded when she heard his words- not out of love or excitement, but out of pure fear. Somewhere the back of her mind, she recalled the conductor’s words. 

“No!“ She pushed him away. 

Gray seemed shocked. Even the other two angels stopped doting on Julien and Arthur and stared at Brooke.

“No?” Gray asked.

“Sorry. It’s been a long ride.” Brooke pinched the area between her eyes, as if she had a headache.

“That’s absolutely fine. I apologize for troubling you.“ Grey smiled. “Come now, we should leave. Night will be falling soon.“ He led her towards a large door at the end of the hall.

“Wait.“ Brooke pulled him back. “I want their phone numbers.“

“Whose?“ 

“Arthur and Jule’s.“

“You don’t need them.“

“Yes I do! I want to chat with them and stuff!“

“... I understand. There is no such thing as a cell phone in heaven, but as long as I know the names of their guardians, I should have no problem contacting them. And I believe their names are Amelia Victoria Fisher and Lucia Constantinou.“

The two winged women nodded in response.

“Goodbye for now, then?“ Julien smiled. “Can I get a hug?“

“Of course.“ Brooke ran up to Julien and embraced them. They were joined by Arthur, who almost knocked all three of them over. 

“Soon, right?“ Brooke whispered.

“Yeah. Soon.“ Julien squeezed them both tighter. “Hey, don’t let go of your shit, okay?“

“I certainly won’t.“ Arthur whispered. “And when we meet again, we’ll have fun, right?“

“Of course.“ Brooke said.

After a tight squeeze, they released each other. Brooke and Grey exited out of the train station into the world outside. 

As Brooke walked off, she couldn’t help but feel that despite their location in heaven, there was something dangerously wrong with the world they now lived in. She glanced up at Gray, who smiled back down. Something was wrong with him, too. Perhaps it was just her heart, trying to right itself from the shock that she was dead.

...

“That’s it?!“

Brooke stared out at the expanse before her. They were standing on a narrow paved road, surrounded on both sides by completely still water. In the distance stood a city. Beyond the city, the sun set, creating a palette of orange and red in the sky.

“Heaven is made of many planes. This is only one of those many.“ Grey pointed further down the narrow road. “This is known as the commonplane of Elysium, one of the six domains of heaven. Down the road, many humans are enjoying time in the marketplace with their guardians.“

“And that?“ Brooke pointed to the city in the distance. 

“That was simply built for show. Many humans complained of the lack of scenery. The city is inhabitable, but unused.“

“Okay... “ Brooke sighed. “So then what?“

Grey sighed and turned around. Once again, he kneeled in front of Brooke. 

“I can hear it in your voice. You’re nervous and impatient for rest. As your guardian angel, he who has possessed nothing but love for you since the day you were born, I promise you that everything will be okay as long as you stay with me. I realize you know very little about me. You only know my name and appearance. I know you barely trust me. But I’ll provide for all of your needs, and I’ll care for you. Please, my dear, no matter what transpires, do not fear me.“

Brooke sighed. “So now what?”

“Taxi?“

Brooke heard a screech of wheels. She glanced to her side to find a taxi where one hadn’t been moments before. Grey opened the door and motioned her in. Brooke climbed into the taxi, followed by Grey. Brooke was nervous to see that the windows of the taxi were entirely blacked out.

The driver’s seat was blocked out by a curtain. “Name?” a voice said.

“Grey de Aur.“ Grey said.

“You have arrived at your destination.“ 

Grey opened the taxi door. When Brooke stepped out, she could not believe what greeted her eyes.