#Calc.

[jira-chii]

「Calc.」 PV - Kagamine Len cover

The RinLen 「Calc.」 PV I've been working on is finally finished!!

It has been a longtime dream of mine to illustrate a PV. It was so much harder than I thought (I took so long my artstyle changed!!) but it was so fun and so rewarding.

Forever grateful to kimikeiki for the opportunity (and the stunning cover!)

Check it out here!

[decostar27]

Calc.

all that ever passed through your eyes, or ears, or heart.

Weird enunciations bolded. Might upload bad cover to demonstrate.

So now I see our paths only crossed ‘cause of fate, Every moment scripted perfectly just like a play Though you think that it would divert my sadness a bit, I find that I still haven’t the strength

I’ve run the calculations and found that every choice Means a single or even double sacrifice Courage fails me from all of my fear of regret Until I can’t take a step

That song that I once wrote you, has sadly become Nothing more than a love song too heavy-hearted to be sung Let the cool wind carry it, and blow away Back to the time I met you first, to that perfect summer day

So now I see that even our meeting was fate, Every moment scripted perfectly just like a play Wouldn’t it be convenient to believe? And then would all this loneliness leave?

I’ve run the calculations and found that every choice Contradicted itself somewhere once or twice Any answer I could give would erase all the roads Leading to that other place

That song that I once wrote you, has sadly become Nothing more than a love song too heavy-hearted to be sung Let the cool wind carry it, and blow away Back to the time I met you first, to that perfect summer day

If I could get rid of past and future both, Could I too, become able to fly up and freely float? And if I could choose just one emotion to erase, If I threw my love out, then would I feel more at ease?

All you heard, and saw then, and everything you felt, All that ever passed through your eyes, or ears, or heart If someday I knew them, then in another life, Do you think that maybe I would be able to love you right?

original | jimmythumb-p translation | electricraichu version i listened to 1000 times while working on this | dazbee

still can't decide if "melancholy" sounds more or less weird than "heavy-hearted." your pick.

[secretly-a-trekkie]

"Oh good show, sir. For a moment, I was afraid you'd had a rational thought"

[shigayokagayama]

happy one year anniversary to the most insane week in internet history

[musicrevu]

New video!

[nhyhu]

he's just tired chasing after some rascals nothing else 👍

the skin btw (many hugs and kisses for the great hoffen)

[rainesjupiter]

The Devil's fool.

[soupfather]

He’s so happy you’re up!!!

[antisocialshoe]

My prediction for netflix avatar season 2 (real no fake)

Netflix i beg

[paeonie-s]

my current read on yoshidas ch is that hes the equivalent of a high schooler being made manager of a mcdonald’s bc all of his adult coworkers quit which leads him to believe that the fate of the world now depends on his ability to keep the drive thru times below 90 seconds

[dio-in-dogspace]

i think . i think i need someone to bite me so hard they draw blood

[boycritter]

giving up on trying to understand my own thoughts and emotions im going to become a ti-84 graphing calculator

[giccix]

Hinomori Shiho from Project Sekai 💫💫💫

[daily-xisuma]

zizuma after 12 straight hours of code work (all he’s had to eat was 5 adderal and an uncrustable)

[075] Hands stained with blood (stupid coding mistake that takes anywhere from 1 second to 10 days to find)

[azen13]

The Lives and Losses of Lovers

Description: This is actually inspired by a post by @lum1nesc3nce, which you can find here! TLDR: Zhongli x God!Reader, where Zhongli kills his lover but they stay alive. This does have a bit more of a Yandere!Zhongli flavor, though, so be warned!

CW: Yandere Themes, Descriptions of Violence, Descriptions of Blood, Murder, Mild Gore,

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The patio is warm, blessed with the touch of the sun’s earliest rays. Already you and Zhongli sit in two comfortable chairs; he sips on tea, you on coffee. It is a scene that has played out a thousand times, yet one Zhongli never tires of. He never tires of seeing your face aglow, of feeling your body leaning against his, of knowing you are here, miraculously breathing life through your bones and skin.

“My dear, I was wondering,” Zhongli starts, his soft contemplative voice shattering the flimsy silence blanketing the porch. “Would you like to accompany me to Liyue Harbor to purchase some groceries?” It is a reward–he thinks as he revels in your surprised reaction–for how understanding you have been in these turbulent times. With the whole mess regarding the Fatui cleared up and a mundane mortal life ahead of him, Zhongli can afford to spend more moments with you in sweet, blissful love.

Perhaps one day it will make up for that vile scene years ago, the moment his heart became stone: your body splayed stunningly on the ground, looking like the most gilded, horrific masterpiece he had ever seen. Painted in sunlit hues, his spearhead sticking from your chest splattered with blood made of molten gold. 

Even nearly dying you looked breathtaking. 

He is still suffering from regret for the decision. At the time, the situation was looking grim; Guizhong and Azhdaha were both gone, leaving you his only close friend. He spent many moonlit nights sharing tea and hushed conversation, as well as tears and heartfelt confessions with you. Zhongli is not the god of words, but just the sight of your iridescent eyes made him want to tell you every trouble and every worry had. You were his most valuable treasure, his lover through and through. Your contract with him, to always stand by side, loyal to one another, made him so weak, so soft, so human.

But that was the issue. Everyone knew of his love, his tender affection; unbecoming of a god who wielded earth and stone as weapons. His life was plagued by phantoms day and night. When he dreamed he envisioned you being kidnapped by some evil god like Osial and being tortured. Killed. Doomed to a fate worse than death, even. In the day, every action you did reminded him of a delicate tree weathering a deluge. Your branches swayed in the intense winds and even the earth couldn’t anchor you.

So he pleaded. He begged you to stay tucked away in his private domain where no great evil could stalk after you, promising to love you for an eternity of eternities. He would love you until every mountain had become a valley. But you refused, saying you wanted to live every facet of life, turning the world like a kaleidoscope in your hands.

The mirrors shifted and the skies turned red.

Those prophecies he had dreamt, uttered to him by ghosts haunting his mind, came true. You were taken away by some pesky, lowly god, and confessed all that you knew. That was fine. Zhongli was made of stone and Cor Lapis, and even if this insignificant insect of a god knew his weaknesses–few as they were–Zhongli eviscerated them.

But the contract.

When the god was sealed away beneath the sea, Zhongli fell to his knees, mouth opened but unable to utter any words.

Zhongli is not the god of words.

It is horribly tragic, he mourns as he stares at your hollow expression, that you must face the wrath of the rock because of a ridiculous choice of words. “To always stand by his side.” You have technically betrayed him.

The earth shakes for weeks afterwards. The sudden freak earthquake is talked about for weeks on end before people move on, as life does. Zhongli does not. His memory of you remains petrified, his new specter. He will never truly love again for thousands of years. Every time he is reminded of you, a piece of his heart chips away

But then you came back. 

That day is amber, crystallized in his mind. Seeing you in the bustling streets of Liyue Harbor, so lost after centuries away from home. At that moment, Zhongli decides he will not make the same mistake twice. He would have preferred more time to draw you in carefully, but he is afraid now. Afraid that some hideous twist of fate will rip you from him again. So he whisks you away to his private domain, and drafts up a new contract, binding you to him in matrimony forever. 

Please forgive him, he begs after you sign the contract in gold, tears dripping down your cheeks. He only wishes to protect you; he has always wished to protect you. But the world is cruel to lovers, and not even the strong can uphold such a delicate thing. 

In Zhongli’s private domain, wicked things like time and fate are nonexistent. Zhongli is the only god that rules these lands. He is a benevolent god, if a little possessive. After being deprived of you for so long, he craves your presence, he claims. Day and night, he tries to spend every living moment with you. When he cannot, you are ever-present in his mind–a living, breathing thing instead of the dead spirits that once terrorized it for all those years.

Some days you seem despondent, craving room to spread your branches far and wide. But Zhongli simply chuckles and kisses the top of your head; he smells the gentle scent of your shampoo, knowing this is what is best for you. He whispers it quietly, lacing sweet nothings and honeyed words into his voice as he pulls you into his arms. You haven’t tried to fight him on this in years, either. It’s part of the reason why he has proposed going on a  little trip to Liyue Harbor. Perhaps if all goes well, he’ll allow more trips out of the private domain. All supervised by his watchful eye, of course. After a few moments of stunned surprise, you finally have the courage to speak. “I-I’d love to. Thank you, Zhongli,” you say quietly. Zhongli smiles, leaning to press a delicate kiss to your lips.

“You are very welcome, my treasure,” he whispers, a hand reaching to cup your face; his thumb reaches to brush your lips tenderly.

He can tell that you are still afraid of him, fearful that he will hurt you again. No matter. One day, Zhongli hopes, you will shed your fear like a caterpillar in chrysalis, and emerge into a glittering world full of Zhongli’s love for you. 

[clearcloudlesssky]

O that also I might be Ampeloian, as Apollo is Hyacinthian!

How long will you sleep, my dear? Not dancing any longer?

Why do not you go to-day to the river stream with a fine pitcher to fill with water?

The time has come round again for your familiar dance in the woodland glade.

If you are angry with lovestricken Dionysos, darling boy, speak to the Seilenoi that I may just hear your voice.