bonus post today because i don't really know where else to put this cover (i don't plan on making a video for it...)
same warnings from the initial post apply (audio jumpscare, possible headphones warning) but it's a pretty standard cover overall beyond the obvious (despite my warning, i'd recommend headphones for the middle part, just the middle.)
also as per the standard whenever i post full covers: music and lyrics are by 32ki/satsuki (check out his other songs!), tuning in this cover is by me
i might not end up doing the other two parts i planned on doing cz this was so tiring and i dont even rly like how it looks. but i also might bcz i rly wanna do ame brainwashed... we'll see. i have a lot of stuff to do soon but my brains fucking stupid anyways so We'll See
If the twin's parents were both originally gods!
I drew this idea out!
but really... what IS Tsukuyomi's role in this story? What are the gods and stars up to in it? If this is how it is, then she could actually be like the twin's aunt in a way. She seems to know a lot about Ai's fate, at least
Working on Grian's model next.
Thank you Bugs' Fandom Stuff for taking my request and making the Jinriki UTAU cover.
Can't give a timeframe for when the animation will be finished, but know it will exist, preferably in the near future.
slight volume warning i think?? idk the song's kinda loud (also slight body horror, someone please save this man he's havin A Time)
so uhh,, i made this mostly for @sunset-of-the-void (and also just bc this song and this short had been driving me insane) but i really like how it turned out so i'm posting it here too. i stand firm that rare case is the best coa skin and he deserves appreciation and love
YAAAAYYY MORE IN CRAFT AND CAGES CONTENT!!!! YIPPEE WOOHOO!!!! Ive been meaninf 2 do one of these 4 a while (shoutout 2 the handful of drafts for these lost in the vast expanse of my Drafts) Time for The Horrors smile.
(content warnings - self harm, suicide + idealation [both simply mentioned but. It’s pretty obvious what’s going on], short but relatively graphic depiction of death/injury - this one is heavy)
There are many ways for you to end a loop. You don’t like any of your options, but you have them. The House is tall enough to jump from. Messing up crafting the bomb works, but it takes longer than you'd like it too-- and Change forbid someone finds you. The tears are nice enough, better than anything else you have access to. The King; well, the less he kills you the better.
The EASIEST option you have is in your room.
Easiest. Not the kindest- just the easiest.
It’s not hard to see how many… extremely dangerous chemicals you have. They litter your desk you should have cleaned it you should have cleaned it you should have cleaned it.and fill your closet. Spilled over and swept up and hid in all the little nooks and crannies of your shared room. Mirabelle knows not to bother using them for anything - and thank Change, because you're not sure what you'd do if you hurt her because you were careless. Yeah, you two have your little squabbles; but in the end it's all fun and games to you. You don't want to hurt her.
You don't want to hurt anyone, actually. Barring the King, of course. That was never your intention. Every now and then, your mind wonders to all those cut-off loops, and you wonder if they continued without you. It's something you've started to manually block out.
They are the fastest the quietest the lonliest an avaliable option. And it sucks, because they hurt. They hurt so, so much. But it’s the fastest way out and you don’t have to make others watch.
The first few times; they were all accidents. Back when you couldn't make the craft bomb fast, back when it took you hours to craft -- it's hard work, making a bomb from scratch! -- you'd always eventually mess up trying to take a drink of your water.
The first time was the worst. You don't remember all of it, not really, not anymore -- blotted that one out as much as you possibly can. You do remember the pain. It was basically acid, so it absolutely tore your throat up.
Everything after the realization point is blurry. You remember screaming, maybe, and blood spilling everywhere. A hand smacking your back. Choking to death. Waking back up at the very same desk with the lingering feeling of gore mashed against your mouth.
Even now, you can still taste it. Like the blood and toxins have seeped into your very being, coating your teeth and your throat. If you bit something you'd probably poison it, too, like a snake, or a scorpions tail.
It's... not that bad, now. You can hold down the sounds that scream in your chest, and simply lay down and die in a puddle of lightless, and that's fine. You've gotten the whole ''look like your sleeping at your desk'' shtick down too. It still hurts, crab does it ever, but you must've burned through all the nerves in the area recently, bevause the pain just gets further and further away. Smaller. Quieter.
Eventually, there's a possibility someone will find you. It happened the first time around. It's not a thought you'd like to entertain, but every hypothesis has a line of reasoning behind it, and eventually the variable will pop up. You very well could be running on a tightrope of when the other side will drop, or a coin flip or something. Until that actually happens, you swear off thinking about it.
For now, you close the door behind you and make your way to your little glass bottle-ridden prison. You need to loop back.