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Oh just what a mess I am

One thing that prevents me from being completely atheist is my friends. Sounds... a little hypocritical now that I've said it. But every time I remember my friends, I always pray for them. Pray for their happiness, pray for their safety, pray for their dreams, pray for them to always be in a spot where they'd always be seen, helped, and never be lonely even if they like being alone. I want to believe that there's a God out there that always watching them. Or anything, at all, really. I hope that my prayers reaches them. I hope that the time they took out on me will be given back to them in necessary moment. I hope that everyone that has let me into their life, be it in the main path or just the branches of sidelines, be they may or may not remember me, can know in a way or another that they're cherished and loved as much as they have let me in—maybe even more. Because I do. I want to hope that despite my prayers (even if my prayers probably did nothing) they'll always be loved just like how they love me with their entire soul. Despite their own struggles, despite their own inability, despite their "I don't know how", despite every despite, they've loved me a lot. And I want to wish, hope, and pray that their love probably has spread—or even bloomed in me. Shaping me into something that have yet to be, and so I continue on their love. I might be a hypocrite, living in a place where God was worshipped for the sake of it, but if I could, I would've cherished you instead (I do).

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So idea!!

So basically muzan is in a meeting with the uppermoons scolding them for not finding the blue spider lilly and his wife just barges in with it and is "like look at this pretty flower i found!!"

[ “UNEXPECTED SURPRISE” ]

pairings: muzan kibutsuji x wife!y/n

a/n: ts was kinda short so oum..😭

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“you imbeciles! useless rodents! pathetic leeches! all this rank just for you to not find a stupid little flower!?” muzan slammed both his fists on the wooden table, only for it to creak and crack, as other demons jolted in fear except for douma and kokushibo.

douma dared to look at muzan, and his head was immediately cut off. fury filled muzan’s crimson eyes, for years and years of living, not a single demon that he created had ever seen that damned flower.

“akaza.” muzan didn’t call his name, no. it was a demand. veins became visible in muzan’s neck, through his fists, “you were the first one whom i sent to look for it, no? how come you still haven’t found it!?” and there, the wooden table broke.

daki jumped up, resulting in a glare from muzan, in which she also immediately sat down.

the atmosphere in the room was tense, the air gripped at every uppermoon’s throats, even they found gulping hard, a large lump stuck on their throats, but apparently, one demon didn’t get to notice that tension.

“look! muzmuz this looks so pretty— oh.” you immediately shrank in embarrassment, thinking muzan was the only one inside the room.

akaza unexpectedly jumped up, eyes blown fully wide, as you just tilted your head in confusion, you looked around and saw that everyone had the same expression as akaza, even your husband, muzan.

“whoops... did i really disturb you guys that bad...? sorry— i’ll leave—.” but before you can, muzan immediately spoke,

“meeting dismissed. darling, come over here.” that wasn’t a request, it was a command. as douma walked past by you, he gave you a grin which was later on wiped by akaza’s fist, whose eyes still latched on the flower.

“where did you find this...?” he immediately took the flower from your hand, immediately examining it in all angles of light in the room, making sure it was the real deal.

“oh? i was hanging out by the hill when i saw this precious little thing.” you were still confused, but muzan knows that if he explained it to you, you’ll end up being more confused.

from his cold, demanding tone, to the gentle, soft voice he had always used on you, and only you, “do not worry about it, darling. let’s just say you... solved one of my greatest problems.” muzan leaned in and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

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in spite of himself

pairings: m. kibutsuji x gn!reader

muzan would never fall in love with a mortal human being. he was far above that.

and yet, here he was again.

walking the same dimly lit path, gravel crunching beneath his polished shoes as he shifted into one of his many disguises. the same one he always wore when he wanted to see you.

he told himself it was curiosity. boredom. a passing amusement. but the longer it went on, the harder it became to believe his own lies.

now he stood in front of your door, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand.

he knocked. once. twice.

then he waited.

a part of him hoped you weren’t home. that would make things easier.

but you were.

you opened the door with a warm, sleepy smile—the kind that tugged at something buried deep inside him. a smile he would never admit he longed for.

“tsukihiko? what are you doing here? it’s late,” you asked, stepping slightly to the side as the soft glow of your home spilled into muzan’s pale skin.

muzan—no, tsukihiko—stood still for a moment, just watching you. there was something disarming about the way you looked tonight: barefaced, wrapped in a loose night yukata, hair slightly tousled.

he held out the flowers. “i was… in the area.”

you raised a brow, skeptical. “with my favorite flowers?”

his lips twitched—almost a smile. “coincidence,” he lied.

“sure,” you laughed softly, accepting the bouquet. “do you want to come in?”

he nodded, stepping inside as you closed the door behind him.

the first time you met, he’d been hanging by a thread—irritated, dangerously close to lashing out.

he had bumped into you. and yet you were the one apologizing.

something about that made him stop.

you had looked up at him with flustered eyes and said, “i’m so sorry, i didn’t see you there!”

something in him had faltered.

panicking under your gaze, he’d blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “do you know where the festival this week is being held?”

he hadn’t even been sure there was one.

but you smiled. “oh! it’s on friday. it’s a bit far from here. would you like me to come with you so you don’t get lost?”

he blinked, caught off guard. not just by your answer but by your sincerity.

“…if it’s not too much trouble,” he murmured.

“not at all,” you beamed. “it’s more fun with company.”

you had started walking beside him that day, chattering easily about the neighborhood, the food stalls, and the best places to see fireworks. he hadn’t said much. he didn’t need to. your voice filled the silence, and he hadn’t minded.

he should’ve left. disappeared like smoke. but instead… he met you again.

and again.

and again.

now, in your home, you moved quietly through your space, arranging the flowers he brought. when you returned, you placed tea on the table in front of him and took the seat across.

he didn’t like it.

he didn’t want the table between you.

he wanted you beside him, shoulder to shoulder. he wanted your warmth pressed against the chill that never left his skin. he wanted to feel something alive.

more than anything, he wanted you marked. his scent on your clothes. your skin. your entire being.

because if something slipped past him—if one of his demons disobeyed—he needed them to know who you belonged to. who would kill for you.

you sipped your tea quietly, unaware of the war inside him.

“you smell different tonight,” he murmured, eyes locked on you.

you blinked, surprised. “i—I used a new soap.”

“don’t change it,” he said.

“okay?” you replied, a little uncertain. “i didn’t think soap mattered that much.”

“it does,” he said softly.

because that scent… it was yours.

you looked down into your cup, your cheeks warming. there was something in the way he watched you that made your heart flutter like he could see straight through you.

and muzan… he was captivated.

by your voice, your warmth, your presence.

you were everything he wasn’t—human, fleeting, bright. and yet, you made him want to stay.

you didn’t fear him. you should’ve. but you didn’t.

and that intrigued him more than anything else.

you, without knowing it, carved a space inside him—a place no one else had ever touched.

and for the first time in centuries, muzan wasn’t in control.

he hated it.

and yet—he stayed.

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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I wonder how many artist have died before they even get to be one?

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Found this on my note app

The date was September 2, 2024. 10.09 AM. The entire following are the content of that note:

Last night I dreamt of something that woke me up in cold sweat. My clothes clung tightly to me, my chest heaved out, as I was burdened with heavy longing of something that had yet to exist, and hopefully will never exist. The dream is as following:

"I was grown up, barely dolled up or nicely dressed. I looked exhausted, miserable. I was messy, sloppily dangling my legs over the couch while lying on the hard fabric of the sofa. My arm were over my eyes—I seemed to be asleep. In my 'sleep,' I dreamt I was a young kid again—it was blurry, difficult to determine whether I was in high school or middle school. I shouted to my mom, 'mom, have you packed my meal yet?'—while I was dressed up, wearing a long, blocky dark blue skirt. The shirt was off-white with yellow accent as time has burned its way to the shirt, it was long-sleeved. I look at the mirror, I smiled, happily. I looked so cheerful. I gazed around, recognizing the same wall from my childhood; the bright yellow paint with the many scribbles my younger sister and I had drawn. I remember packing up my books, grabbing my backpack, and heading off to school. My father drove me there. The dream ends with me at school. I woke up, sweats everywhere, my apartment still messy, there were stacks of unwashed plates in the sink, the air was humid, the tears had already falling down my chin, even the sofa under me was wet. I cried, quietly, I can't afford to wake up the neighbors again. I grasp, I clung, I dig my nails everywhere—to my shirt, my hair, ripping it out, ripping the sofa, clutching my chest heavily. It was hard to breathe, I could barely think. My mind was clouded with pathetic regrets and sorrowful mourn of the death of myself, of me, of.... me.

It was before sunrise. I had a morning shift that day.”

I woke up—for real this time—with the same heavy feeling, clutching my chest. My vision was blurry. I couldn't think of anything. I cried as if I were mourning the loss of someone important—even though I hadn't lost anything... and hopefully, it stays that way. It was before sunrise. I have school to attend today.

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♡♪ ꪆ alnst main cast matching pfps／icons

No ID/kin/f/o tags unl fam or moot

Credits required in any form

Notes: pretty rushed im sorry. i just wanted to make smth to kickstart my motivation. i dont id or f/o anyone here but still. for my fam... anyway yeah

tags ++ boost thank u, ask to be removed

— @vividhrt @hauntingmizi @medicalcutie @velcrucis @tokkikape @hwizou

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Love—Humanity’s Biggest Curse and Blessing

A freeform fanfic or some sort. Written post-Karma (which I missed the livestream, and I'm still mad for myself abt it).

Summary:

Love is humanity’s oldest curse and blessing. Perhaps, it was a karma sent for Mizi (and everyone else) for dared to invoke. And yet, they decided to love anyway.

(Or: A messily written fic about what’s POSSIBLY going on within the casts in Karma after I missed the live. Very rushed)

Note: This is my first time publishing and writing something like this seriously. Please be aware there might be some possible mischaracterization. Also, English isn't my first language, so there will be lots of errors and weird dictions. This was written messily and very rushed, I'm aware. Sincerely, I apologize for all of those.

Crossposting this from my AO3 too

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Since long ago, ever since life existed, love has always been a foundation in its creation—in one way or another. Regardless of the circumstances, love would bloom, crawl, and force its way into every hand and breath that belonged to them. It has been the root of every living being, including humans. 

Even if it grows from a place as dejected as this. Even if it’s so pure, until everything around rots it. Even if they force their way through as intense as it seems. Desperate, pure, messy, imperfect—one word can never explain it. Even with multiple words, they don’t always make sense; they’d clash and contradict each other. Yet it is the pair that has held on since the beginning. Was it karmic for us to simply wish something beyond our ride?

Love has always been a belief for those who follow it or not.

To some, they live to worship it as their god and universe.

To some, they live to yearn for it, yet feel undeserving of such a shallow feeling.

To some, they live to love everyone despite their unresolved feelings towards them.

To everyone, it was the root of a lot of things.

For the longest time, Mizi thought she could escape it and somehow a happy ending would drag its way to her. Yet that very decision to stay oblivious has led her to this. A mess. Does she regret? Does she suffer? Should she feel relief, or guilt? Just like before, one feeling clashes with another. Her breath caught at the sight—what sight? Her vision blurred. A fist clenched as she grabbed Luka’s hair, wrenching his face toward her.

What a pitiful sight. Should she feel upset? Should she be mad? Should she feel… guilty? 

“Neither you nor I…”

Her voice staggered. How could she do this? Mizi would think to herself. A flash of everyone’s faces would flash before her eyes. Was it the guilt speaking or her own heart? What’s the difference anyway if it all rooted back in her?

“... deserved to live.”

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The stage was bright, as bright as it could ever be. Loud and full of hysteria, boisterous, filled with the aliens’ chants. It was like a guidance, a compass—at least it is to Luka, whose entire life was driven solely to perform and entertain. It’s his entire purpose, his entire experience. To perform meticulously and perfectly under the charm of a prince. Those cheers were like guidance for Luka. Something he could never understand, yet he has to anyway if he wants to live. It was written in his blood, heart, breath—he was the prince of the stage; this is exactly how to live, right?

Or so he thought.

Until a certain someone shows up and shows him something. A guidance—one that’s different from those cheerings. A different anchor that held his hand under the so-called tree as he count his fingers. A smile adorned each of their faces, full of innocence and love. Not sure what, but Luka made sure it won’t ever slip from his hands again. For she was his anchor, his compass in his life now. He would keep her safe as long as she was in his hands.

Or so he thought.

So, when his guidance died in his hands, she would whisper something with such gentleness—could Luka truly protect Hyuna as he initially thought?

“Luka, live with love.” She said right before her body limped down to the floor, slipped from his hands, that he claimed would protect her. There was a crack somewhere—not sure was it his heart or hers.

How could she?

How could he?

Live with love? With his reason to live just left him?

His last memory was blurry. He remembers Mizi beating him up with eyes filled with rage yet remorse. And then the next was fire. But clearer than everything, beside Hyuna, was his figure—Hyunwoo. Luka wondered how everything would have gone if there was another way to keep his love instead of the one he committed.

And finally, the last memory was of his very guidance slipped, passed right in his embrace while protecting him—the very thing he claimed he’d do to Hyuna.

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Everything happened so fast when Mizi stood up. One moment it was Till, and now she saw the figure of Sua flash her eyes as the rocket she just unleashed burned everything down on the stage. Full of laughter, full of love. She’d cradle the face of her beloved like there was no tomorrow to worry about. The nights where they’d practice together, the night where she’d held Sua’s face naked in the bath, the nights where she’d discreetly spy on Sua practicing her death, swearing she’d stay oblivious and keep on pretending—only for her to run and hug her very source of suffering and blessing anyway.

The stage was bright, brighter than it ever was. Loud and full of hysteria, boisterous, filled with the panicked voices of the rebels, humans, and everything around. The crackles of fire swallowed each panicked scream of everyone around. 

Luka sat there motionless, the fire consumed him whole. Would he have survived had anyone helped him? What’s the point anyway—his guidance wasn’t in his hands anymore. There was nothing to survive for anymore for Luka. The temperature rose, soon to blanket his princely body in a cocoon.

Soon there would be no prince no more—at least not the one we know.

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As if mocking, or perhaps grieving along with Mizi, the fire around her. With everyone standing as they turn into ashes and flies away like those snows she’d saw back in the Anakt garden. The figures of everyone she once knew, while she was still unable to drag her body out despite the fire.

Mizi sobbed into Till’s body, desperately fighting and praying to whatever out there—and secretly to her God too. And for once, she could have her prayer answered. She thought she was finally going insane, or maybe it’s just a piece of her mind trying to save her from going so. An angelic figure, petite, with a white dress and familiar black hair, embraced them both. 

And then Mizi heard it. 

A heartbeat. She swore she did. She did—she swears it! Yes, yes, it is a heartbeat—she could hear it… right in her ear when she pressed her face against Till’s chest.

“ANYONE PLEASE—!” With swollen eyes, she looks around and flaunts, desperately, panicking, grabbing one of the rebels’ clothes—is that Isaac? It was blurry, “Please… he’s… he’s alive! Please… save him. It’s- it’s what she would’ve wanted.”

She begged, desperate—pathetic, maybe. Was it the reason Till liked her? Because she would save humans? Perhaps not, Till’s reason to like her back then might be reasonably childish, but he was full of love nonetheless. Deep inside, Till has always been full of love, since he grew up with love and was gifted with love too.

Had he survived, would they have grown close to each other in the future?

Till and Ivan, that’s it. A stubborn person with an even more stubborn admirer. Even love filled each of them, even if they couldn’t catch each other’s language. Despite it all, Mizi feels like Till knew, or at least had hints, that this Ivan guy was either very stupid or just couldn’t show what his heart yearned for. And so Till let him hang around—perhaps Ivan isn’t as bad as he makes himself out to be.

Mizi wanted to save that boy, the boy who was filled with love. So, at least, there would be someone even dearer to remember him. So, at least, his sacrifice before this round wouldn’t go to waste. Unlike her (so she thought of herself). So, at least there’ll be just one more person in the future to save the other, too. She wanted to save Till. Just as much as she wanted to save Sua.

In the end, it would lead us back to her—the one we’d call a witch now. Even after her disappearance. She who is always searching for love.

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In the end, it has always been in us all—to love and to be loved. Each of the desires that consumes, in every one of their own way, has always existed; and it’s called love. 

How could something so shallow gut us so completely? How could you blame each of them, disregarding that their feelings are untrue or at fault? How could everything the way it is will always remain a mystery to us, including their endings. Because love is love, even if it doesn’t suit your taste, even if it can’t be portrayed properly by the holder of it, even if we didn’t understand it, love is love—and that’s what has led us so far in survival, or was it selflessness?

Love is the root of each being—including human’s. So, love. Love, regardless of it.

That’s what Mizi would have wanted.

That’s what Sua would have wanted.

That’s what Till would have wanted.

That’s what Ivan would have wanted.

That’s what Hyuna would have wanted.

That’s what Luka would have wanted.

That’s what Isaac, Dewey, Jacob, and everyone in Anakt would have wanted.

Because if love is rooted in humans, then this was all humans’ doing; every right, every wrong, every act and consequence—each of it. Everything that was done and given, it was all humans’ biggest curse and blessing. Humans’ biggest mistake and prayer. Humans’ biggest exploitation and cultivation. Love is a karma none of us prepared for, yet we would always wish for.

Let love burst our hearts—let them bloom joy, even if it crushes us.

So, live with love, don’t let the feeling stay shallow in your heart, let it be a universe of your own.

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how cunning you are

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Special guest 🫣

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just a group of karaoke besties hanging out 🥰

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how cunning you are

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[KOR/ENG/JP] IVAN INTERVIEW

ENG Ivan, the rookie star of commercials

Only two months into his career, Ivan has already been appointed as the ambassador for the famous luxury brand, Q. He is the first pet-human to become Q's ambassador.

Q's creative director added that ""Ivan's playful yet grounded image is the perfect fit for Q's various charms.

Winning first place in the recent fan popularity poll, Ivan is regarded as the next rookie star to follow in Luka's footsteps. Countless segyein brands are dying to collaborate with him, and he's already worked with 9 major brands. We can't help but wonder how his ever rising popularity will affect the next round of ALNST.

You've become extremely popular since the airing of Round 3. Do you feel the difference?

I do, every day. I was shooting a commercial the other day, and one of the staff members recognized me. During the early stages of the broadcast, I wasn't recognized much, but now there are crowds of people wherever I go. It's definitely a new experience (haha).

You're currently in the 78th rank. Do you think you'll reach the top 20 soon?

Thank you for putting it that way. I would like to reach the top 20, but I'll leave the choice to the audience.

You have many titles, do you have a favorite?

I read in a recent article that I was the "Blocell brand reputation ranking #1" - that's my favorite so far, because it makes me feel like all those days of shooting wasn't for nothing.

What do you think is your charm?

I can't really think of any, because I think I have more flaws (haha), but... hmm, I suppose the fans mention my snaggletooth a lot. I think my looks are quite average, but many of my fans remember me by my teeth.

Do you have a special secret for taking such perfect photos in your shoots?

I like to read up on the brand the day before the shoot. That way I can understand the directions clearly during the shoot. I think it's a basic requirement for a model to have an understanding of the brand. I also think it's important to take care of myself regularly.

What are your recent interests?

I'm only thinking about the next round. I can't stop, really. I try not to get too emotional... but thinking about how I'll be on stage for the first time with a childhood friend makes me want to do my best. I'm sure he's worked hard to come this far, and I hope he feels the same way.

What is your ideal type? Many segyein fans want to know!

I don't really have a type. I've never thought about it. But I guess there is one thing... No, never mind. (haha)

What does your normal day look like?

It hasn't changed much since my time in Anakt Garden. I guess I have a schedule now instead of classes. I work out in the mornings, and I like to read classics during my free time between shoots.

You must've been quite popular at Anakt Garden.

Not really, no. I've been asked out a couple of times, but I wasn't that popular. I did have a lot of friends, though.

Are you close with Till?

I'm not sure what defines "close." (haha) We were fine, I guess. That's about it.

What is your favorite part in round 3?

Towards the end of the chorus when the camera zooms in. I was actually quite startled, but thankfully it doesn't show in the clip. I always tell myself that I need to get used to the stage, but running simulations in my mind is never the same as the actual thing.

Did you have any memorable instances while preparing for this round?

I remember when I first tried on the costume. You know that belt on my thigh? It was quite heavy, so I thought to myself, "can I really wear this on stage?" I'm thinking of asking them for a lighter costume next time.

Speaking of the next round, how are you preparing for your performance with Till?

I'll have to do my best somehow... and do a good job. They say Till's a genius, so I'm sure it won't be easy to beat him. But I'll try my best anyway, like I always have.

Do you think you'll win?

Well... maybe, if I do something aggressive like him?

How is your relationship with your guardian?

Not bad. It's more of a business relationship, really. But I'm always thankful that they took me in. I try to be careful wherever I go, since they're quite well known (haha).

Do you have anything to say to your next opponent?

Cheer up...?

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Alien Stage oshi stamps

All chibi art found on the wiki | Stamp border credit | Other oshi stamps

Feel free to use them on profiles, websites, ect, credit is appreciated!

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Alien Stage Album Cover edits! Free to use!

Likes and reblogs appreciated!

This show has consumed my mind, pray for them yall lol.

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alien stage is definitely one of those medias where you need to see all the supplementary material (comics/sub songs) in order to properly understand the lore like if you're just a casual viewer you'd completely be oblivious to stuff like - hyuna having conflicting feelings about luka, which would make it really confusing seeing the jump from her having a mental breakdown over him to sacrificing herself for him and telling him to live with love despite him assaulting her and killing her brother - till having conflicting feelings towards ivan and their relationship not being a case of "A didn't care about B's feelings until B is out of the picture" - (likely to be brought up in karma) mizisua wasn't all sparkles and rainbows with their only flaw being codependency, which would be confusing seeing the jump from them being happy in r1 and tragic in r6 + the mizisua vid to mizi exerting control over sua (i think in my fragile god, fading fast?), unintentionally forcing her to keep up this "paradise" for her and (probably?) coercing her into continuing their plan of doing a tie in alnst even though both of them know how risky it is - ivan being a freak (which i guess you can technically see from r6 but it's more tragic than freaky) in paratise where he sings about digging into till's wounds and living inside him like a parasite

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what could have been

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