#alien stage oc: vant

[ivanttakethis]

Introducing Vant (sona) for Alien Stage Season 10! @alnst-sona-season

Guardian: Vanitas

Personality: Introverted, creative, anxious, good sense of humor, and an overthinker

Notable Attributes

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Vant has canine teeth that are sharper than the average pet human

Her pupils are naturally dilated, making her more sensitive to bright lights, but also make her eyes appear more “cute” and “doe like”

She has a keen sense of hearing, even for vibrations

Her neutral resting face tends to discourage strangers from approaching her

She wears glasses or contact lenses to correct her poor vision

Weak immune system, chronically ill, prone to getting sick

Her brand is on her inner left forearm (the same place as Ivan’s).

(More on Vant’s background below!!)

Background

Early records of Vant’s existence prior to her adoption are scarce, but it is believed she is the product of an illegal pet human factory. As a result, her exact age isn’t known.

Based on average human development, she is estimated to be in her early 20s.

She doesn’t remember anything about her life before being adopted.

When Vant was a baby, segyein used to ask Guardian Vanitas all the time if Vant was a real human or just a doll.

Guardian Vanitas found Vant as a lone stray in the slums, frail and somewhat sickly, and took her in.

She made a list of names for Vant using the letters of her name and allowed Vant to pick her own name from the list.

Other possible names were Navi, Sai, Tia, and Vana.

Giving Vant part of her own name was a show of vanity for Vanitas.

Guardian Vanitas has big plans for Vant.

She wants to create a legacy. It’s an obsession of hers.

Vant is her diamond in the rough. She even calls her “My Diamond” as a nickname.

Guardian Vanitas comes from a long line of wealthy and famous segyein who made names for themselves in the music industry.

One of their ancestors’ pet-humans even competed in the first season of Alien Stage, though they didn’t win.

Vanitas wants Vant to win for bragging rights, and to establish their own legacy as having succeeded where those before her failed.

Vant has appeared in magazines before, though nowhere near as prominent as some of her peers.

She’s camera shy when it comes to paparazzi, but when they do manage to snag a photo of her out in public, Vant is always wearing her mask. Partially because she gets sick easily, but it also affords her some anonymity.

Though she despises “networking”, Guardian Vanitas is constantly forcing her to meet new people who could avail her to greater opportunities.

Vant wants to make a legacy for herself that differs from what Vanitas wants.

She wants to get out of her guardian’s shadow, but it’s hard to do when you’re named after them and raised to be their prized possession. It often makes her anxious.

She spends a lot of time in music studios and has taken a shine to music production.

Vant has even worked with some of her former classmates on songs for them.

Beyond that, Vant is a very private person. Much of her life is a mystery to the public.

She’s not the type to share if you don’t ask her directly.

Vant does not want to compete in Alien Stage, but she has no choice.

[alien-til-i-stage]

SEVEN MINUTES

Nadohan Log: First and Final

CW: Blood, death, and needles

Honestly it’s all a drag.

The fame, the music, the fans who crowd your existence.

The rules and regulations.

It’s so…. Dull…

Nadohan has been doing their work for… years now. About six years now, they’ve been in the spotlight.

She can feel a prick in her neck.

During that time, she had met her loved ones. Daian, Kay, Star…. Even Aoki. And Plip.

Her body instinctively moves, trying to force the collar off, but his hands stay steady. Grasping tightly onto the mic as if it was the only thing they could hold anymore.

To perform was her life, so it makes sense that as the curtains fall, so does he. It was funny in a way. Nadohan spent their entire life being told they were better than everyone else. That they were the ones to receive the honor of being owned by Minski! The owner of ALIEN STAGE! They were the only one that could do it!

A boy with dark hair and a red streak flashes in his mind. Their last memory together, watching him be taken away by the authorities all those years ago.

Their whole life was just for this moment! To jump and throw their hand up and grab that star that would turn them into a legend! A wonder to be beheld!

They can feel the blood being pulled out. The needle is sharp and painful, their nerves are screaming at them to DO SOMETHING! TO RUN, RIP OFF THE COLLAR, GO AWAY. But Nad stays still, keeping their composure as they can feel their blood slowly leaving their body.

Did their life ever have any meaning? He spent it longing for that chance to be remembered, but now he stands in defeat. She spent his entire life running, chasing that door, abandoning everyone who was too slow, only to find it was a painting on the wall.

And now no one else was there. It was just them, standing there.

A memory of the night sky flashes through their mind. They remember laying on their back, watching above. The stars were beautiful and they could hear someone comment about them being just like Star. The grass was cool and the wind brushed against them so peacefully. They looked over to the side to see Vant, enamoured and not letting her attention turn away.

“How beautiful” Nad thought to themselves. They close their eyes, and let themselves drift and fade away.

It was humiliating. Nadohan was the face of ALIEN STAGE. It was humiliating. Everyone in the crowd knew who they were, knew about Nadohan’s identity and pride as being so involved with ALIEN STAGE. They voted against Nad on purpose, didn’t they? They wanted to humiliate him like this.

“It’s all planned… they waited until last second on purpose! Didn’t they!” They think to themselves. No longer in shock of the situation, but fueled with anger, they want to scream at the crowds. Tell them how unfair it is to vote with bias and not performance. But they don’t.

Nad always wanted to die beautifully, not with anger.

“Shhh, don’t let anyone know I got this for you…” Nad whispers under their breath. Technically ALIEN STAGE didn’t own ANAKT GARDEN, just very close and involved businesses, which meant Nad had to follow all the same rules. But He’s sure if he was ever caught she could find a way to minimize it. Even if they couldn’t, it would all be worth it for that smile on Ish’s face.

“Ah! Did you actually!?” She was shocked, which was fair. If someone had told Nad they promised to gift them 5 pounds of sugar, Nad wouldn’t believe them either.

But here they were, late at night, together with 5 bags of stolen sugar. Nadohan was willing to accept the punishment later if it ever came back, but right now they indulged themselves with Ish.

Maybe Nadohan deserved this. Maybe they truly voted without bias, and the winner was Star. Maybe Nadohan wasn’t actually important enough to even try to rig the votes. Star was an equally famous person, if not more. They never got into controversies like Nad did, and everyone loved them. They didn’t fly off the handle like Nad did when she felt she was offended, and he kept his mouth shut when Nad should’ve.

Maybe they lost… because people just simply didn’t care about Nad.

There were flowers everywhere. While everyone ran towards them, excited to make flower crowns for each other or themselves, or to merely just look at them, Nad stood back. The flowers were beautiful but Nad knew the truth, that they were just cameras that would trick kids into bringing them everywhere with them. Once he knew that, the flowers didn’t look pretty anymore.

While everyone had fun, running around or just simply making crowns, Nadohan went to sit down by a tree observing everyone. “Ha, just like the flowers themselves” they think bitterly to themselves. After all they were just a decorated tool themselves too. The difference was that she had more to do then them. Maybe a part of her was jealous that he couldn’t just exist as he was, and let everything happen as it was meant to, just like the cameras.

He watched as Aoki tried to put his crown on Kay’s head, before failing, due to the crown being too small. She giggled to herself, afterall it was funny to see Aoki failing at moments. It certainly made them feel better about themselves. Nad wasn’t sure if that made them a bad person or not, but it wasn’t a big issue for them. Not yet at least.

They watched as Daian showed up by their side, sporting his own perfectly and lovingly made flower crown. The three of them immediately get into friendly talk and laughing with each other.

It was beautiful. But watching it made Nad feel even lonelier.

They got up and left, heading back to their room.

“Fun fact, since the needle’s supposed to drain you of all of your blood until you die, the collar won’t be able to hold it all in.”

Now Nadohan knew what Madam Minsksi meant about that. Their face uncontrollably turns into a grimace and they start to shake as they feel blood slowly pour out of their collar. Shakedly, they reach their hands towards it, touching the cold metal of their collar and the contrasting warm blood that belongs to them.

Nad is unable to withhold it anymore, feeling their tears prickle at their eyes. They move their mouth to say something, anything, a plea for their life, but nothing comes out. They can hardly breathe anymore, but Nad isn’t sure if it's from panic or if the collar has something to do with it.

Maybe Star is saying something, but Nad worries no longer for everything else in that room.

She’s scared.

“Come on! I’m like besties with your brother already! Isn’t that a sign I’m such a good person?” Nad flaunts. They were speaking to a person they hadn’t often spoken to much, perhaps like once or twice purely because they had to. But even then, Nadohan couldn’t help but quickly become obsessed with earning his friendship or trust. She couldn’t stand being ignored or deemed unimportant to someone.

“Just because you’re friends with someone doesn’t automatically make you a good person, Star’s just a friendly guy. And who even knows if you and Star are that close like you say you are, you could be lying.” He pointed out.

Ouch, Nadohan thinks to themselves. Star didn’t talk about me to his brother? Kinda hurtful. I'd like to talk about Star to my…

“I mean no but like, I’m pretty cool. I’m so sure you can tell, aha. And! And if you think I’m not! You could just stop hanging out with me!”

“Is your defense for me being your friend literally just I can stop anytime because you’re not giving me actual good points to being your friend.” Ok so this guy was a critique, maybe he should be giving Nad reasons to befriend HIM, she’s already starting to regret this.

“Sweating, maybe because… You care about Star… and it would make him happy if the two of you shared friends?”

“....Fine… But know, I don’t actually like you right now.”

“Good enough for me Sen!”

“DO YOU NOT KNOW MY NAME?”

Their head feels dizzy, there’s too much blood. It’s everywhere, her clothes feel soaked and Nad is just leaning their entire body on the microphone now. How long has it even been? Seconds? Minutes? Maybe an hour? Would anyone even want to watch her die that long? Would anyone even care to? He imagined they would just sweep their still alive body off the stage, just to die behind the curtains, uncared about.

Is this how Mercury felt? Even just watching them, Nad couldn’t help but feel bad.

“They don’t deserve this…” But Nad held her words. He wonders if anyone is thinking that of them as they die.

Nad can’t hold on anymore, they fall to the floor like a limp doll directly in a puddle of their own blood.

They can see everyone else.

Nad is chasing after Star, before tagging him in a game of tag, however he falls and he gets upset. As Nad tries to go for him to help him up, the scene changes and now he’s back at Season 8. Neli is there and she speaks excitedly about the next round and how she hopes to send either themselves or their opponent off with a nice note.

“Neli is a truly kind soul, it’s a shame what their guardian is…” Nad thinks bitterly. But also in another way, if Neli’s guardian wasn’t who he was, would Nad have even befriended or bothered with Neli? She opens her mouth to say something to Neli, but the kind girl disappears in front of their eyes. Suddenly a piano is there in front of them and their words to Neli are twisted into “You’re doing so wonderfully Daian!”

Daian’s fingers dance around the keys of the piano. He was surprised when Daian came to him to learn how to play, especially since Aoki was the better player of the two of them and Daian was always closer to him than Nad. But Nad allowed himself this, she wouldn’t ask about it.

“Just let me cling to this a little bit longer… please…”

But the memory changes once again, Nad can no longer see Daian.

Everything is getting darker.

Her vision starts to become spotty.

All she can see,

Is Plip.

Plip, plip was everything to her. Her roommate, her rival, the human Madam Minski had tried to set her up with when her and Mercury failed. Plip, the person Nad had known for almost 6 years now. The one she had always been chasing behind always.

Plip was her first friend, her rival, her first kis-

Suddenly, she’s in a room. The lights are a dark purple, and she had hardly see. “It doesn’t matter anymore” He thought to themself, grabbing one of the bottles she had seen the guardians drinking.

“It’s all going to be over by tomorrow.”

After that it was all a blur, but she could’ve sworn she saw Plip. He could never forget seeing how beautiful their eyes were.

Staring into said eyes, the beautifully bright red and spiral pupils, the ones Nad could get lost in, he wanted desperately to say something.

“I love you”

And then his vision

Went out.

–

Nad awoke with a start. The pain in their neck was no longer gone. Their limp body was still on the floor, no longer in the same position they were in when he had died, but Nad wasn’t worried about that as of now. Instead of the vibrant lights of Round Two, the lighting was now much easier on the eyes, a soft light instead. Instead of the roaring crowds, it was just silence, dead silence.

Above them, there’s a familiar person.

Mercury.

For a second, they wonder if everything was a dream. That Round One hadn’t happened yet and that they’re still alive. But she also knows Mercury. Mercury would never be this close to them if this was real.

We’re really dead. Huh?

They move to sit up, Mercury moving out of their way to allow them to.

What do I even say…

Nadohan can’t help but feel that maybe there shouldn't be any words. Not right now. They go to stand up, but with the memory of seeing their own body covered with their blood, it’s hard to. They can’t help but worry about standing and falling, just as they had already did.

But Mercury reaches out. Their hand inviting Nad to grab and hold it.

When was the last time we had ever been like this? When was the last time Mercury tried to help me?

Almost 6 years…

Nadohan takes it, and allows Mercury to guide them over to a spot where they can watch the rest of the show.

Maybe I can stay here… Just a bit longer.

–

An observer stares at the screen, almost pressing up against it. It shows a closeup of Nad, her mouthing something, but no one can tell what it is she’s saying.

The blood makes it difficult.

Either way the observer can make a pretty clear idea on what it is he’s saying, afterall they have a deep understanding of the idol.

What they’re more curious about is, why would Nadohan do that?

They brush their fingers through their long hair, surely Nadohan didn’t think saying that would somehow save them from death? Did they do it as a publicity stunt? A way to keep audience’s attention on them?

They couldn’t figure it out. They may know Nadohan quite well, but you can never truly understand them and their every act. Not unless you got inside their head.

“It’s such a shame I can’t do that anymore, oh well.” They sigh, turning off the TV. Now that Nadohan’s dead, they have a job they must do.

–

OK GUYS WOW finally finished this,,, cries

To be completely honest I had no idea who was gonna win, so writing this did make me a little emotional. I’m so happy for Star though! Congrats on that win! Let’s go! (ignore any circumstances around that)

This won’t be the last time you see Nadohan be relevant nyeheheh, this is only the beginning for them really.

Also I want to talk a little bit about the times too!

Nadohan was standing upright for almost a minute, like a little less, and collapsed on the ground, they were there for like another minute as their vision went out. However they were still alive during that, but their senses kinda was slowly dying after their vision. During this, Nad was declared dead and was,,, in fact,,, moved off stage to allow round three to begin, but she was still alive

All in all it was 7 minutes long, two minutes on stage, and 5 off stage,,, wowie,,, thats also why she was moved too!

I also wanna say nadplip will be explored more, i didn’t talk about it as much as I had wanted tbh, i felt like i was dragging this out, so think of this as,,, idk i will yap more about nadplip,,, trust,,,, dont ask how but trust,,, (also the rest of their relationships too, but this was mostly just nad rushing through their memories)

Star belongs to @starry-skiez

Daian belongs to @apple8ees

Kay belongs to @imperfectnothing

Aoki belongs to @lookatmysillies

Zen belongs to @verdantlights

Ish belongs to @chevalperd

Neli belongs to @friedclownshrimp

Vant belongs to @ivanttakethis

Plip belongs to @awaggaa

Mercury belongs to @messengers-of-the-gods

Wow ok i had a lot of cameos,,, sweats,,, let me know if i ooc them,,, sorry,,,

[apriciticreveries]

AIRIN : LOG 1 ( of 3 )

” as we keep going in this broken world, “

” nevertheless, we are both breathing, together . “

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( TW : blood, attempted suicide, slight suicidal thoughts, kind of disturbing imagery, but nothing explicit or much . also this log is very long . . )

. . .

airin felt a vague sickness wash over him, when he sung those lyrics . it showed clearly in his tone .

( that should do it, shouldn’t it ? he’s already made enough mistakes, too high or low of a note or falling behind tempo, as his and august’s voices split out of sync— plus, his much lesser popularity compared to august’s— august should win by at least a landslide . )

but . . he couldn’t say exactly why, he felt sick to his stomach . but he could try to . he could guess .

they both wouldn’t be breathing together after this .

he tried picturing it . standing perfectly still while the beeps of the scoreboards— only getting slower and slower as they reached their final points, blocking out the audience’s constant noise .

( maybe, almost like what his heartbeat would be like, too . as he would bleed out on the cold metal floor . ah, he hoped august would give him a quick, pitying death .

he wouldn’t have to see hurt in those eyes, if they would be any . he hoped he wouldn’t .

it would hurt so sincerely, but he hoped, like the roles august would play in the shows that he and the others would make for fun— that it was all a lie . that august never really loved him, ( whatever love even is, to him at least . ) and could move on from his death, barely deserving of any grief in the first place . )

he snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the final beat, looking to the scoreboard .

it’s exactly what he expected, and wanted . the perfection and satisfaction he felt, the slowly progressing, overwhelming pain, hurt nicely in a way .

he heard bullets being loaded into a gun, the next moment . a guard handed it to august . he couldn’t see his expression, august’s head facing the floor, but he was sure it wouldn’t be very important in this situation . he lowered his head, too .

( please just do it . please . )

. . .

huh ?

all he saw next, were in flashes .

he heard the BANG !! of the gun being fired, but he didn’t feel anything . no sharpness, or pain . nothing .

he finally looked up when he heard a loud thump .

a clump of brown hair, ends dyed purple . red splattered, and pooling beneath what he only recognized as a head .

no .

no . no . no . no . no . no no no no no no no no no nonononononono—

this can’t be happening . it can’t . please i’m fucking begging you— this isn’t real .

( yet he still fell to the cold, cruel ground— and crawled to the body . propping him ? it against him . he could not bear to see his the face . blood slowly enveloped his hands in their cold touch of a now deeper crimson . )

he can’t breath . he can’t fucking breath . he’s gasping for air and he can’t feel any breaths coming . his lungs clamped closed, his throat dry .

august is saying something . he can’t hear any of it . he’s too focused on the blood starting to seep, more and more each moment . he wipes the blood from his forehead— but he only leaves more .

august smiles . his eyes are shining . airin can’t tell if it’s from tears or from the lights .

august reaches up to his face .

just for his hand to fall in the next second .

airin desperately grasps for his hand . it’s cold . it’s getting cold .

he claws at his chest in the next minute, trembling and shaking pathetically— as if he’ll force himself somehow, someway . august isn’t breathing either . he’s sweating so fucking much now, too .

noise fills his head— voices and shouts and screams— pounding in his head— he feels as if he’ll die, ( but that’s what you want, right ? ) next to august this body, growing cold even in an tight embrace of warmth .

he blocks out every single thing when his wide - eyed, panicked glance turns to something black .

a gun . still in the hands of the body .

( you know what you want to do . you know what you need to do .

aoki, kay, star, vant, the others— as if they’d ever really need him . did they even show up ? he searched the crowd and saw none . )

he reached for it hesitantly at first— hands still shaking and him somehow gasping for even more air now, but he slowly aimed it up, and—

his fingers suddenly pressed down, hard on the trigger .

it all cut to black .

beep . . beep . . beep . . beep . . beep—

. . just like the scoreboard .

all he thought he saw now— was white . he turned to his side, to see both a hospital monitor, and a window open to a view of completely black, sparkled with stars of white and other colors . he heard the familiar sounding chatter of some outside the door of room .

he was alive . somehow .

. . did life itself hate him, too ? death would have been a kind mercy to someone like him— ( he could see august, too . )

but no . he wasn’t even allowed that .

( did he really fucking fail ? )

he yanked his arms up, not even noticing as the restraints tore at his sudden movement— cutting into his arms as red stained the bed’s once white sheets .

cupping and clawing at his face in his hands, he let out a scream of all he felt .

when he heard the knob of the door being turned, and the door being pushed open— without a second thought—

he grabbed a fishbowl on the table next to him, and threw it at the door, hearing it thud against the wall and shatter onto the floor .

muffled yelling filled his ears, but he tuned it out . he looked to the fish on the floor, not moving .

ah .

this truly was all his fault .

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ok, i think ill just clear up somethings . . the reason airin isn’t dead, is because he actually missed a vital spot . he just shot onto an area around his collarbone . he was also saved, because a winner was still needed for the round .

I think that’s all I needed to say . . now for tagging ! @junebluues for all the august mentions, ( I didn’t write him doing anything, like talking because I really didn’t want to mischaracterize him . . ) and @apple8ees , @alien-til-i-stage , @ivanttakethis , and @friedclownshrimp because they wanted to be tagged ! ( also yes nad !! you are right about the symbolism of airin breaking the fishbowl and blaming himself ! )

i won’t tag rock, blue, or star because their characters are only mentioned once and i don’t want to bother them . other then that, i think that’s all : D

edits : just adding and taking away some words and spaces . also added something i forgot . .

[imperfectnothing]

art dump of oc drawings that either I finished and never posted or ones that I'm just not going to finish. trigger warning for scars (self harm and autopsy scars)

anyuways also I will tag the people who are included in these @ivanttakethis for Vant, @junebluues for Nene and Sirius, and @apriciticreveries for Asahi :3

tagging per their request!! @apple8ees, @nottoonedin & @alien-til-i-stage

[ivanttakethis]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens but it’s sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out <33 !!! 💖💖💖

HI VANT!! your works are always incredible and I am utterly bewitched by everything you write. I'm particularly in awe of the way you've developed Tov's story and relationships, it's so full of depth and quite the experience to read. All of your other posts are immaculate as well and I'm always eager to hear what you have to say on the dash. Hope you know that I appreciate you lots even though I'm not as active anymore :)

- love para

PARAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! Thank you so much!! This really means a lot to me that you enjoy my writings and ramblings 💕���💕

You were the first account I followed when I joined the Alien Stage fandom and made this blog.

It was your analysis posts that inspired me to dig deeper into the lore and make my own posts analyzing (and probably over analyzing, tbh) different elements of the series.

And THANK YOU for kicking off the idea that eventually became fan season 39. I wouldn’t have created Tov or shared my writing with everyone if it weren’t for you. I can honestly say I have become a stronger writer from this experience.

I always enjoy reading your thoughts on ALNST as well as stuff about your OCs (Solei my beloved), even if you don’t post as often these days. I appreciate you a lot too 🤗

[aakaneeee]

IVE WAITED FOR THIS EVER SINCE ROUND 26.

End of Round 26 - Tov’s Log

Tov (?) vs. Akane (?) -> ??? Win

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Late into the night, Tov settled on Towards The Sun as her song.

It was fitting, considering Wren’s words of encouragement to her in the hospital.

“The Sun is a star too.”

Tov didn’t know if she was capable of becoming the Sun just yet.

The shadows of Round 24 and Himei’s death still loomed long over the path ahead of her.

But that message — Tallis’s song — maybe that could be the Sun for now.

Something to keep her going.

While Tov couldn’t write sheet music or lyrics, she knew how to mix music. It was likely the only reason she did well in Music Composition.

She wove the melody Tallis wrote into the last reprise of the chorus, after the music swelled and the stripped-back instrumentals guided the song to its end.

A natural enough transition that only someone listening for the difference could hear it.

Tov hoped it would work.

———

They were dressed the same, her and Akane. White dresses and stars.

Tov sang of the Sun.

Akane sang of the Moon.

By the end of the round, one would eclipse the other.

As the last notes of the song faded, the score calculation began.

Akane didn’t look at the screen.

Tov couldn’t look away.

She tried her best to appear only mildly anxious, maybe even moderately so.

But the white knuckle grip on her microphone was a dead giveaway to how she truly felt in the moment.

She only had to wait for score calculations once before, with Minori.

With Lark, there’d been no need.

Akane was a strong opponent. An honor student back in Anakt Garden.

Tov knew it would be close.

The ticking sound stopped and the screen displayed their final scores.

Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach.

50 - 50

A perfect tie.

The first of the season.

Tov couldn’t even remember what the protocol was for a tie. Her mind was too scattered to think.

No—

Not too scattered, too scared.

This is it.

She thought, chilled to the bone.

I’m going to die here.

Nyx and Dian are going to watch me die here.

Solei and Aurien are going to watch me die here.

Cassio is going to watch me die here.

Wren is going to watch me die here.

Tallis is going to—

Movement in Tov’s periphery caught her attention and she turned to look, only to find Akane walking off the stage and down the stairs into the crowd.

“Akane?” Tov called out. Her voice was swallowed by the ruckus of the crowd.

The bright lights made it harder to see beyond the first few rows of seats, but she kept an eye on the long train of Akane’s white dress.

She stopped in the middle of the aisle and pulled something metallic out of her pocket.

A gun. Tov thought as Akane aimed the weapon at a crowd member.

How many times has someone gotten their hands on a gun this season?

She didn’t have time to even finish her thought before Akane pulled the trigger.

A loud crack echoed through the crowd.

Her target fell out of their chair to the shock and horror of those around them.

Fuck! No—

Tov knew what was coming next.

She could only take one step toward Akane before another gunshot rang out.

Akane’s head snapped sharply to the side and she collapsed to the ground in a bloody heap.

Her veil fluttered in the air for a moment longer, then came to rest on her body like a funeral shroud.

Tov fell to her knees, covering her mouth to muffle a scream.

The crowd erupted in applause.

Her own portrait stared down at her from the scoreboard:

TOV WIN

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Rest in peace Akane, you truly were a shooting star 🙏

Honestly, Tov and Akane having the first 50/50 tie of the season is so fitting given how similar they are (older contestants, star motifs, wearing wedding dresses, etc.)

Also it’s pretty ironic how the first time Tov sings about something other than grief she nearly loses lmao

Hopefully her message was received…

Akane belongs to @aakaneeee.

Tallis and Himei belong to @lookatmysillies.