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[imperfectnothing]

ALIEN STAGE SEASON 42 CONTESTANT: KOEMI

NOTES

Koemi is a pet human belonging to Guardian Minski, a guardian well known for her long line of idols, including Season 41 Announcer, Andri. Similar to other pet humans belonging to Minski, Koemi debuted as a song artist during her time at Anakt, but her performance style is rather unique. When she performs, no one can see anything of her other than her silhoutte, Guardian Minski has made an effort trying to hide her appearance until Season 42 begins.

This effort is both due to attempting to create hype for Koemi, but also an effort to hide her, as prior to her being owned by Minski, she was a child raised in the rebellion. Specifically the leader of The Meadow, Noir and his co leader, E. We are hoping no one is able to recognize her before the start of ALIEN STAGE.

She’s a rather sweet girl, often quiet and listening rather than calling attention to herself, but she is able to befriend others easily and doesn’t easily recognize drama or ill intents, at least directed her way. She can often be found in the presence of Helena, a girl Koemi seems to have a crush on.

STATUS: [ALIVE]

RELATIONSHIPS

NOIR AND E [ @apple8ees ] - Her parents, she holds the belief that Noir is dead after being lied to soon after her capture.

ANDRI - A pet human owned by the same guardian, she sees her as an older sibling despite the tense circumstances

HELENA [ @/apple8ees ]- A girl she met in ANAKT GARDEN. She desires a life of peace with her.

YAMI [ @apriciticreveries ] - Her biological cousin on her Peppi (E)’s side of the family. She cherishes what blood relations she has and adores her cousin.

[imperfectnothing]

CLOVE: LOG 6

TIME: ???

tws: misgendering, panic attacks

Green: Clove

Blue: Lyra ( @alien-til-i-stage ), Aster (only in name, @apriciticreveries )

Orange: [REDACTED]

Pink: [REDACTED]

"Something's wrong with her eye. She's blind in her right eye, correct?"

"Yes. Her eye was eaten away at by a parasite a long time ago. She has brain damage because of it. She's prone to seizures."

"Epileptic?"

"Affirmative."

"That's not all though, right? There's something in her eye. Did they ever get the parasite out?"

"Yes, the object in her eye is not a living organism. It's an implant."

"To help her see?"

"No. She's... we'll talk about this later."

"Ah. Alright then. What about her x-rays?"

"They healed incorrectly and seem to have been fractured and broken multiple times. It seems she was greatly mistreated by her owner."

"By the Great Anakt... are you sure you want to keep her? With all of these issues, she'll just be dead weight."

"No, she's one of them. We need her."

"You don't mean..."

"Yes. I do."

"Fuck... who's her owner? Did they know this girl was...?"

"Uh-... possibly? Any mention of her previous owner was wiped from her files. We'll ask her when she's conscious."

"Whoever her owner is, they're about to know what Old Earth Hell looks like."

"Got that right."

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What... am I?

♧

The lights hurt my head. It's too bright in here.

"Ah, she's awake. Get her vitals."

"Wh-"

The boy on the mattress is sent into a coughing fit after trying to speak. A worker with a pink buzz-cut rushes over to his side to sit him up and stabilize him.

"Please don't speak yet, you're not stable. Lyra, go get her some water."

Another staff member, Lyra, runs out of the room and returns quickly with an unopened bottle of water. She opens it and pours it into a sterile plastic cup for Clove to drink out of.

The water soothes his throat. It's cold and tastes amazing. The best water he's ever had, really.

"I'm-" he clears his throat, "Uh- I'm a boy."

The three staff members all look at him weirdly, looking back and forth between themselves and Clove. It seems to click for one of them, a foxlike man with short and messy ginger hair, because it almost looks like you can see the proverbial lightbulb appear above his head, "Ah! You identify as a boy? Like me?"

Clove lights up a little bit at the notion of someone like him, and nods.

"Okay, we'll write that down in your new file, any... preferred name?"

Clove shakes his head, "I want to keep Clove. It's all I have left of my siblings."

At the mention of his siblings, the room becomes extremely heavy.

"You have siblings? There's more of them??"

"Huh?"

"Don't worry about it [REDACTED], it's not a genetics thing. None of her- his siblings should have it."

Everyone besides Clove breathes a sigh of relief.

"Is... there something I should kn- wait why am I alive?"

The belated realization that he is, in fact, alive, makes the navy-haired woman who handed him the water giggle, "The guard who shot you purposefully avoided any fatal points."

Tears spring to his left eye, "I... I wanted to die! I don't want to be here I want to be with Aster and my siblings- I-"

The pity on her face makes him seethe. He turns away and wipes his face. The silence in the room is stifling and awkward.

"We... can't let that happen. We're sorry."

"WHY!? What the fuck is so important about me that I have to be kept alive in this- this-" he looks around the room frantically, "WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!"

"Please- Clove-"

"NO!! I WANT TO- I need-! I-!" He grabs onto the sleeve of Lyra's arm and chokes down a sob. He can't fight his tears. The area around his right eye hurts. There are no tears there.

Instead of restraining him or trying to put him to sleep, Lyra wraps her arms around Clove and tugs him close to her chest.

"We'll let you get some rest, but before that... can we ask who your previous owner was? The one who... hurt you?"

"I-Ignis. He- uh. I don't remember why but he, um-" he stumbles through his words as he tries to remember why Ignis abandoned him, "I remember him... something about me being one of... something... and that he... he- I..."

"That's enough information, don't worry. What did Ignis look like, can you tell us?"

Clove could feel his brain shutting down, this usually happens after he has panic attacks or seizures. His speech becomes slurred and he ends up fainting.

"Huhmm... Fire..."

And then he was out like a light, still being held by Lyra.

♧

"We have to get his new file ready, right? Did those old fools at ANAKT wipe him or did they send it over?"

"They wiped him, so we don't have his ID."

"Would he remember it?"

"I don't think so, we'll see."

hi lol, pink and orange are areph nurse ocs that are WIPS

@ivanttakethis @apple8ees @chevalperd @bluemoonscape @rockwgooglyeyes @nottoonedin @starry-skiez @junebluues @awaggaa

[imperfectnothing]

intro post!! (updated) (≧∇≦)/

Hello, my name is Rock (or Rocky) (he/him) and this is my sideblog specifically for Alien Stage original characters. Here is a list of those characters! I've organized them by the Season they're relevant to :)

Season 39 - Onyx (ID: 001247) he/him trans man, escaped participant of season 39, twin brother of Aurien (@apriciticreveries) and father of Asahi, Yami, and Natsuki (also Apri's) & Dian (ID: 291341) he/they gnc man, famous pet human model and stage actor, graduated from Anakt the same year as Nyx. Nyx's partner (in private) and publicly in a fake romantic relationship with Tov (@ivanttakethis)

Season 40 - Yumi (ID: 027819), she/her & agender, participant of ALNST season 40. Selectively mute and partner of Asahi. Nausikaa (ID: 007793) she/her trans woman, former member of AREPH and current rebel. Asuka (ID: 217342), he/him gnc man, participant of ALNST season 40, younger brother of Isla (@nottoonedin) and boyfriend of Leto (@paradisedisconcert). Faisal (ID: 001011) he/him cis man, younger brother of Dian and announcer for ALNST season 40 alongside Zhuli. Dante (ID: 291353), he/any trans man, former participant of season 40 and member of AREPH, currently MIA.

Season 41 - Mori (ID: 101011), she/any trans woman, participant of season 41 of ALNST, younger sister of Nyx and Aurien, partner to Light. Memento (ID: 110101), she/her lesbian, participant of ALNST season 41, Mori's "other half" (not romantically) who is down bad for Akari (@disillusionedhope). Shizuka (ID: 815814), he/him trans man, participant in season 41, currently stuck in a time loop. Shiv (ID: ??), he/him, hunter of AREPH.

Season 42 - Kaluga, she/they trans woman, participant in ALNST season 42 and head over heels for Lin (@apple8ees). Mica, he/they enby (amab). Participant in season 42, Monica's younger sibling who is obsessed with Jean (@lookatmysillies).

Sona Season / Season 10 - Kay (Nikolai) (ID: 328863) he/him trans man and participant in ALNST Sona Season. Amalgamation of robotic and organic parts, the AI in his mechanical brain was modeled after his predecessor Katy's memories and personality. He failed to fulfill his mission of becoming her and instead became himself. Brother of Daian and boyfriend of Aoki. Trine (Petrine) (ID: 328864) she/her cis woman. Pet human clothing designer and stylist. Clone of Katy and "twin" sister of Kay. Currently dating Vant. Primary caretaker of Ris. Ris (ID: 650513) he/him, biological son of Aoki and Kay. Created by ADRE (Kay and Trine's owner) as a gift to whoever won Kay and Aoki's round. Chronologically almost 3 years old but physically closer to 12.

This will be updated over time, most likely, but it's concurrent on the date of its creation, May 7th 2025.

[imperfectnothing]

Warding the Ones You Call Close - SPECIMEN LOG ID: 328864 (PETRINE)

TW for . . . possible body horror? just. keep it in mind.

❊

Life is such a fickle, delicate thing. So easily it wilts beneath THEIR hands, falling away into ash, fluttering away in the wind, to the earth it returns. THEY do not worry, though, persevering through hardship and heartbreak, waiting until THEY can once again hold the buds of growth in THEIR hands.

THEY can always start again. Till the soil, plant the seeds, water them and wait for new life to grow. THEY live for long enough that a year is simply a construct, slipping through the gaps in THEIR fingers like sand.

A fetus burgeons into a child, curling in on itself, floating within the fluid of the pod. Accelerated growth is simple when coded into a being from birth, a little baby born at the ripe age of fifteen, heavy dark eyelashes hiding vivid bleeding heart irises when the silly young thing comes out of the gestation chamber for the first time. It wobbles, tottering on its new limbs, and it blinks at THEM with a haze over its eyes, confusion and wonder in equal measure. THEY hold out a hand to the child and it stares at it for a long moment before placing its hand within THEIR own.

“Welcome, child, to the land of the living,” THEY say. It blinks again, slowly as if treading through syrup, brain most likely still coming online. Well, this one is fully organic, so really, it is more apt to say that its brain is waking up. Unlike the failure, this one should succeed, burgeon and bloom into a beautiful flower.

“You. . . are. . . Mother?” The child asks, the words coming out between tentative breaths. It is obviously still becoming accustomed to its body, unfamiliar with its limbs and faculties. THEY will leave it be, to let it come to itself, as soon as THEY have finished these introductions.

“Yes, I am your creator,” THEY confirm, petting it on the head. It leans into the touch, dark hair matting as it tries to get closer to THEM. “You are my child and that means you are perfect.” It frowns slightly, confusion plain in the crinkles of its nose.

“Per. . . fect?”

“Without flaw, sweet one,” THEY scratch THEIR nails through its hair, watching it purr with a distant amusement. “You will succeed where others like you have failed.”

“Others. . ?”

“We will speak of them later. Now, you may rest,” THEY tell it. It hums, still curious but willing to let itself be guided towards the correct path. This pleases THEM as obviously this child is more amenable to suggestion, more obedient already. Once, Kay too was pliable in THEIR hands, willing and ready to be molded into what he was meant to be but he lost himself along the way, stumbling into the darkness and out of the light of THEIR guidance.

All THEY hope is that this child will not stray, too. It will be better, the perfect form, without flaw, without the corruption that rots Kay from within.

She will be stone, unflinching, impartial. She will be Petrine.

❊

Mother holds life within THEIR hands and molds it, twisting sinew and tendon as if it were mere clay. THEY have told Petrine that she is perfect, without flaw, the ideal child. She was shaped this way by THEIR steady, unshaken hands. THEY smile at her and stroke her hair and reassure her that she is the one who will surpass them all, she is the greatest, the shining example of humanity, especially compared to her twin, Kay. THEY do not speak of him often and she sees him even less, a white wisp flickering through the hallways of the Solarium’s central complex but his appearances are once in a blue moon, made even rarer by his responsibilities at ANAKT.

There are nights when Petrine will stare at herself in the mirror and study her own face, holding it up next to the memory of his. They look practically identical save for his pale locks and dark eyes, compared to her own ebony strands and intense magenta stare. He is the dark reflection of her soul, the warped shadow stretching out from her heels as she stands in the spotlight- and yet, he is beloved by so many.

Every so often, there is a voice in the back of her mind which whispers to her that, in fact, she is the lesser half. Perhaps, she is the echo of his spoken word, the imitation of his lived experience.

After all, Kay is the one surrounded by smiling faces, standing in the artificial sunshine of the garden. She is relegated to the shadows, darkness clinging to her ankles, dragging her back into the murky depths. She wakes up gasping for air, clutching at her unblemished throat. No one knows that she begs for breath in the shadowy recesses of the early morning. No one sees the panic in her eyes when she’s called to the front of the class for her presentation, for her persecution in front of a jury of her peers.

No one cares. Kay looks at her with carefully masked pity in his eyes, a forced smile twisting up the corners of his cracked lips. He ruffles her hair and takes care of her when Mother isn’t around but she knows that it’s only out of some twisted sense of obligation. They’re family but only in name, so far removed from each other that it’s all too easy to forget that they share the same face. It’s not as if it’s only his fault, though, Petrine knows that she is often too busy trying to pave her own way that she never really remembers to look back.

There’s Aoki, who treats her with a careful kind of care, soft smiles and fleeting touches but never anything concrete. His kindness will never be anything more than that, she knows that now. he will never look at her the same way that he looks at her brother, she knows better than to hope for anything more in the way that she used to do.

There’s Nadohan, who is too vibrant and fiery to even think about touching, lest she is burnt. Whenever Petrine attempts to catch her, Plip slips through her fingers easily, inscrutable and frequently amused. Toon is friendly and bright, bright enough that Petrine has to squint to look at her, blinded by her radiance.

Vant is different, somehow. She takes Petrine’s hands in her own and grins at her with no guile in her smile, her braids fluttering in the breeze. She gives Petrine the nickname of Trine and laughs at the jokes that Trine mutters under her breath when she’s sewing, agreeing to be her model for her first attempt at making a bespoke line of clothing.

Slowly, the brilliant blue of the sky above Trine burns into a vivid violent, the comfortable dim of twilight wrapping her up in sweet dreams of warm obsidian eyes and a laugh beautiful as the first blooms in spring.

Trine was hopeful, again, for once, she was trying to see the stars up in the murky black of the sky, looking up to see the silvery sliver of moon in the churning ink sea of the night. Holding out her trembling hand only to have someone else place theirs within hers, dark brown fingers wrapping around her own and the warmth of another on her cool skin, it was a dream come true.

❊

Mother holds life within THEIR hands and molds it, creating a vessel and forcing life into it, weaving a fate of THEIR own design.

The twins were about eighteen years old when Trine was handed an infant swaddled in sterile gauze. She looked up to Mother in confusion, her dark brows knitted together as she tried to understand. THEIR face revealed nothing, porcelain smile staring back at her without a hint of expression. She glanced back down to the baby, poking the thing on the nose lightly to see if it would react in any way. It scrunched up its face and let out a yawn, baring its gummy maw, before its eyes fluttered open. The baby watched her with a dark brown gaze that she had seen so many times before, in the eyes of her own brother. Suddenly, Trine’s stomach roiled.

“What did you do?” She demanded, trying her very best to keep the fear from her voice. Mother didn’t reply, only tilting their head to the side, implying their inability to comprehend her question. “Whose baby is this? Why does it have Kay’s eyes?”

“Why, it’s Kay and Aoki’s baby, of course!”

tagging @ivanttakethis for Vant mentions, @alien-til-i-stage for Nadohan, @nottoonedin for Toon, @awaggaa for Plip, @lookatmysillies for Aoki and um. hm. . . yeah I think that's everyone. I'll tag @verdantlights too <3

[imperfectnothing]

"Aim for the head"

Dying for a second time is not as scary as the first one

[imperfectnothing]

ZEN LOG: SIX

TIME: R O U N D T W E N T Y O N E

I can't breathe. It- It all happened way too fucking fast.

D-Daian... is fine! He's fine! He's alive and well, they just... took him away for... for...

"Five minutes, snap out of it. That boy won't be a hindrance to your performance. Play the game the way you're supposed to."

Fuck you, Scorpius.

They shove me in clothes that are too warm and thick to be comfortable. I'm not used to being fully covered up like this.

This is so fucking dumb- I need to find Daian. I can't do this without him. I need to find my Comet.

My arm is grabbed and I'm forcefully dragged to where I'm supposed to be.

"LET GO OF ME- GIVE DAIAN BACK TO ME!!"

"You saw the audience enjoy their meal, did you not?"

I look at the guard with abject horror.

"Sh-shut the fuck up... They didn't enjoy shit 'cause he's still fucking alive!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, mutt."

I can't fight back because before I know it, I'm on stage with Stas.

I look at them a bit frightened, knowing I probably look like shit right now.

Due to my own mental state, I can't get a read on them. It doesn't matter, I'll win and kill Kay myself.

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This is not a game now, nobody can save you.

Spent up all your change, and now your turn is done.

We won't be afraid, 'cause we're the ones who made you.

Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone,

Game on.

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The score goes back and forth, neck and neck. Stas is in the lead one second and I take over the next. Back and forth, back and forth. I was right in believing Stas would be wonderful competition, but I can't savor it.

All I can think about is Daian. He's alive. He has to be.

Everything is spinning. I'm dizzy as hell and I honestly want to lose just to be free from this fucking migraine, but that's just wishful thinking. I have something I want to do. I have something I need to do. I can't lose here.

I know you want to win, Stas, but I'm sorry.

I do too.

And I don't stop until I get what I want.

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But I'ma be the face of a generation,

Kids wit' no patience or directions,

Never doubt or question my effort,

Game on, game on, hope you people ready.

I'm reloaded and my trigger finger steady.

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Stas' song is interesting. And if it weren't for our circumstances, I'd think they want to die. I wouldn't blame them, but I know they want to win. I know they're trying to.

My dizziness and the migraine is only getting worse. This is nothing, though. I won't let my body stop me from winning. I was taught endurance. I was taught how to fight. I will fight to the very bitter end if it comes to that.

I won't go down quietly, they're gonna have to bury me face fucking down.

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I've traveled plenty seas, spent many hours

To make myself be the best I can be,

So you gon' show respect when you talkin' to me.

That number one spot legacy I see is my hit.

And what you take, what you is, what you leave behind,

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Here, at the last hook, I'm in the lead again. I'm pulling ahead more than I was before. I'm winning.

I'm winning.

Everything still hurts. It's getting worse. I can feel everything starting to shut down and give out. I can't pass out here. I can't, not yet.

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This is not a game now, nobody can save you!

Spent up all your change, and now your turn is done!

We won't be afraid, 'cause we're the ones who made you.

Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone,

Game on!

Game on!

Game on!

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My throat closes up and I feel sick. Panic is surrounding me from all sides and I can't see anything. I want to scream and cry and shout but I can't get my throat to work.

I'm angry, it hurts. I'm panicking, it hurts. I want my brothers, it hurts. I want my mother, it hurts.

A pistol is thrusted in my hands. I have to kill Stas.

I'm sorry, I'll try and be quick.

My feet are unsteady and I'm shaking. I can feel myself choking and hot tears falling down my face. I hesitate.

I hesitate.

For some reason, I see Kay. I see my brother falling into the crowd, and I scream as I shoot. It hurts, it hurts so bad. It feels like I'm tearing my vocal cords.

I miss their head. I hit their shoulder.

I shoot again.

I miss their head. I hit their thigh.

I shoot again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

I missed every single fucking shot.

I'm so sorry, it's not your fault, Stas.

Through my blurry vision, I can see them laying collapsed on the floor in a pool of their own blood. They raise their hand and point at me weakly with a finger gun, before bringing it to their head and tapping. I can't see what their face looks like, but I think I know what they're feeling now, what they want.

There's a small moment of clarity where the adrenaline tunes out all other pain, noise, and emotion. I steady my hands and my stance and aim for their head, pressing the trigger.

The pistol doesn't go off.

I press the trigger again, still a dud.

I try messing with the magazine but I can feel that clarity slipping away. I can feel myself slipping away.

No, I have to at least grant them death. It's the least I can do.

Fuck no I can't pass out now, this isn't-

I can't-

I feel myself swaying, before it goes dark and I hit the ground.

━☽【❖】☾━

Oh, my Lord, take this hand, save me from the gallows.

Hear this news, bear my gold, lay me in the shallows.

Evil'll come if you call my name, the wicked day shall rise.

The river's sins gonna wash me clean, the river don't run dry.

Oh, my Lord, take this soul, lay me at the bottom of the river.

The devil has come to carry me home, lay me at the bottom, the bottom of the river.

Stas: @billwasnot

Daian: @apple8ees

Kay: @imperfectnothing

@alien-til-i-stage @ivanttakethis @chevalperd @junebluues @friedclownshrimp @awaggaa @yunoftheclouds @subzeromoron @messengers-of-the-gods @apriciticreveries @paradisedisconcert @starry-skiez @bluemoonscape

[imperfectnothing]

ZEN LOG: FIVE

TIME: ROUND TWENTY

It all went by way too fast. I don't want to watch this. I almost lost it when I thought I'd lose Star, and here I am now, watching my other brother step on stage with someone I know he cares deeply for. I personally never saw what was so special about Kay, but Daian can see it.

My heart hurts. Everything hurts.

Daian can pull it off, right? He can win, right?

Daian can win, I know he can-!

"If Daian wins, you'll have to go against him upon winning your round, which I know you'll do."

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"I won't let that happen."

Scorpius doesn't respond.

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They sing beautifully, and Daian wins. Daian wins. Thank fuck, I couldn't take the horror of watching Kay do to Daian what he did to Aoki. I know the execution is different, but I can't help being scared.

I watch with bated breath as Daian pulls Kay towards the edge of the stage. One of the most brutal executions, Alien Audience. I couldn't watch Daian get torn apart by them. I'm glad I don't get t-

Pivot. Spin. Kick.

Daian falls instead.

━☽【❖】☾━

Oh, my lord, take this soul, lay me at the bottom of the river.

The devil has come to carry me home, lay me at the bottom, the bottom of the river.

Oh, my lord, take this soul, lay me at the bottom of the river.

The devil has come to carry me home, lay me at the bottom, the bottom of the river.

Daian: @apple8ees

Kay: @imperfectnothing (@/rockwgooglyeyes)

Aoki (mentioned once): @lookatmysillies (@/bluemoonscape)

Star (mentioned once): @lookuptotheskiesandsee (@/starry-skiez)

@alien-til-i-stage @ivanttakethis @chevalperd @junebluues @friedclownshrimp @awaggaa @yunoftheclouds @subzeromoron @messengers-of-the-gods @apriciticreveries @billwasnot @paradisedisconcert

[imperfectnothing]

ZEN LOG: SEVEN

TIME: POST ROUND TWENTY ONE

It's so dark. I can't see. I can't breathe. It's so cold. Can you hear me?

Come along, down with me. You're not alone, you will see.

The children, they have each other, And each other is all they need.

━☽【❖】☾━

He's just passed out dw lmao

@alien-til-i-stage @apple8ees @chevalperd @ivanttakethis @bluemoonscape @rockwgooglyeyes @friedclownshrimp @awaggaa @nottoonedin @starry-skiez

[imperfectnothing]

ROUND TWENTY-ONE: STAS VS ZEN

STAS

➽───────────────❥

SONGS

ST: "Are you still watching?"

ZEN

Z: "Good luck, Stas."

EXECUTION: GUNSHOTS

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.

➽───────────────❥

[ Stas belongs to @billwasnot / Zen belongs to @verdantlights ]

[imperfectnothing]

I hope we can meet in the world that I envision

Always hiding behind jokes

My true feelings lodged in my throat

As our voices filled the air

[imperfectnothing]

close your eyes, at the end of one’s remembrance

✦•〰〰〰〰〰〰•★•〰〰〰〰〰〰•✦

MEMORY LOG: KY-10-20

SUBJECT ID: 382947

READ?

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trigger warnings for mentions and depictions of death, grief, blood, violence, and s**cide

어딘가 숨 쉴 수 있는 곳

어딜까 아픈 눈물 없는 곳

it’s dark onstage.

darker than the last time you had to face the crowds. strange, with the ethereal glow that permeates every part of the stage around you.

아무도 그 아무도 모르게 Close your eyes 멀어져만 가는 기억 그 끝에

maybe it’s the way they let you style your hair. maybe it’s the veil over your eyes.

maybe it’s the audience, creating their very own dark sea for a comet that should have burned out at its first pass.

알아 언제나 넌 미소 뒷편으로 맘을 가려 숲을 만들어

how often had you dreamed of this moment?

of performing together live onstage, being able to sing your song,

of how the lights would shine on you both as you stood together, showing the world just what he’d made you.

애써 숨으려 두 귀를 막아도 번지는 noise 막을 수도 없는걸

don’t you feel foolish now.

너무도 많은 색들이 뒤섞여 버린 물감처럼 알 수 없어져 반복되는 하루 널 바꾸려 하는 사람들과 그 안에서 무뎌져 가는 너를 본다면

you can’t help but look up, so much alike, but so different from how you did the last time you stood out here.

gazing up, trying to catch the views of your friends, your family… and…

…

best not to think about him, for now.

Run away 숨쉴 수 있는 곳

Run away 아픈 눈물 없는 곳

Broken heart 시간이 더 갈수록

Close your eyes

점점 흐려지는 너의 눈 앞에

Paradise (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

Paradise (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

muscle memory kicks in, in a way. singing that first chorus… letting your voices blend together…

it’s almost enough to forget for a moment. to believe you can stay here, forever.

끝이 있을까 너를 위한 곳은, oh 꿈에서도 답을 못 찾은 채 넌 그렇게 그렇게 아픈데 이토록 기나긴 시간 동안 (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ah)

he’s still dazzling in the light. you used to watch in the garden, as the artificial light shone and reflected off his pale hair and skin.

you told him once, it’s like you were made for the golden hour - you could picture it in your head even then, how the light would turn his hair into a flame, casting light and shadows onto the light backdrop of his features. he smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

너무도 많은 색들이

뒤섞여 버린 물감처럼 알 수 없어져 반복되는 하루 널 바꾸려 하는 사람들과 그 안에서 무뎌져 가는 너를 본다면

looking back now, you were wrong. in this light, the blue ripples of light reflecting off his partially bound form,

(how dare they, you thought, undoing the ropes around his arms earlier. how dare they punish him for his grief)

you can recognize it. he was made to shine in the light of the moon.

Run away 숨쉴 수 있는 곳 Run away 아픈 눈물 없는 곳 Broken heart 시간이 더 갈수록 Close your eyes 점점 흐려지는 너의 눈 앞에

이제 감았던 눈을 떠 You're not alone, not alone, not alone now 더 이상 슬퍼하지 않아도 돼 You're always in my heart, ooh-ooh

scores, ticking up one by one. when you were little, you had never understood the adage of feeling your heart in your throat — it’s impossible, after all.

it made more sense after he explained it. but you always thought it was also appropriate for singing — why wouldn’t it, if your voice was made of love?

you can’t help but think both apply here, at the end.

Run away (Ah) 숨쉴 수 있는 곳 (숨쉴 수 있는 곳) Run away 아픈 눈물 없는 곳 (Don't you cry no more) Far away, far away 아주 멀리 (Oh-whoa) Open your eyes (Open your eyes) 긴 밤을 건너 눈 앞에 펼쳐질 Paradise (Ooh, ooh-ooh) I'll never leave you alone (Ooh-ooh-ooh), oh-oh Paradise (Ooh, ooh-ooh) I'll never leave you I'll never leave you (Ooh-ooh-ooh) I'll never leave you

Paradise

as the last notes linger, your eyes and his find each other, and then the scoreboard.

73 to 73–

74 to 73. your favour.

DAIAN WIN

that’s—

inexplicably, you want to laugh. this— it can’t be happening like this, not again, are you FUCKING kidding—

your eyes return to his, wide and dark in the azure lights of the stage. he looks…

he looks relieved.

you feel sick. you feel… you…

you know what you need to do.

you have to approach him, take his hand. feel the marks on his skin where they tied the rope taut. lead him to the edge.

don’t look him in the eye. you can’t— you won’t be able to do it. not if you can see him first.

one step at a time, left foot goes first. keep your gaze fixed on the target, until you reach it.

staring at his back, as he gazes before you into the sea of eager, hungry faces. you take a deep breath.

“…Kay? I’m sorry.”

he turns back around to face you, and you

spin.

you can feel how your leg catches him in the side, knocking the breath out of him as he’s thrown away from the ledge, falling to the ground as you tip, overbalanced,

right into the waiting crowd.

the last thing you see is his horrified face, as he reaches out to you over the ledge.

despite everything, you smile.

i’m sorry. thank you.

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JIMINY FUCKIN CRICKET THAT WAS A LOT

soooooo daian nation how we feeling :3 i have a bio assignment due tonight lord save my soul

taglist bc they asked for it: @ivanttakethis @chevalperd @friedclownshrimp @starry-skiez @saurekin-the-gillicuttin

and also for implications of the guys: @lookatmysillies @messengers-of-the-gods

and finally @imperfectnothing for heavy and loving depictions of kay (KAYYY MY SHAYLA)

and the beautiful and wonderful @alien-til-i-stage for helping me fix this damn log formatting and putting up with my nitpicky ass i love you nadddd

i need to go shower i am so fucking tired

[imperfectnothing]

unfinished/scrapped miscellaneous

[imperfectnothing]

GAME ON.

This is not a game now, nobody can save you.

Spent up all your change and now your turn is done.

We won't be afraid, 'cause we're the ones who made you.

Knock you out the frame, we won't stop until you're gone.

GAME ON.

heheh hihi stasyaaaa!!! game on nyeheheh >:]

i should mention purple doesnt represent stas here. i wont say who but its a bit obvious based on the last zensona log LMAO

@billwasnot

@alien-til-i-stage @apple8ees @ivanttakethis @bluemoonscape @rockwgooglyeyes @chevalperd @junebluues @awaggaa @yunoftheclouds @subzeromoron @messengers-of-the-gods @starry-skiez @friedclownshrimp @apriciticreveries @nottoonedin @paradisedisconcert

[imperfectnothing]

Going out in style

[imperfectnothing]

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“ in the morning, you’ll learn i disappeared off into the night so quietly— / that your love for me will vanish too . “

( @severedscales for very slight para appearance )

[imperfectnothing]

ROUND TWENTY: DAIAN★ VS KAY

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SONG

DAIAN★ AND KAY

D: "I'm sorry, thank you."

KAY:

EXECUTION: ALIEN AUDIENCE

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[ DAIAN★ belongs to @apple8ees / Kay belongs to @imperfectnothing ]

[imperfectnothing]

Kay's outfit for Round Twenty (against Daian⭑)

"Now, open your eyes~ you are not alone,"

his hands are tied behind his back for most of the round (until Daian unties him) as a consequence of his crashout after his round with Aoki

detail of the back of the outfit (when his hands are tied) and also three other different color schemes below

main motifs for this one are shibari/red string of fate as well as restraint/bondage in general.

taggin @alien-til-i-stage & @apple8ees because of daikay round and also since its sona season heehee