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tdl clothing ideas but i found these on pintrest lol

AHHH SORRY I JUST CHECKED MY INBOX

I love the first one might use it (and the glasses... Ooh fancy)

Thank uuu ^o^/

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Announcement

Okay... So I'm going to be honest and... I think I've fallen out of this fandom lately. Don't get me wrong but I love AvA/M, but it's just, I feel kind of burned out. (I even stopped playing Genshin, even though I used to be obsessed with it)

As of late, I've been active in the Vocaloid and Project Sekai fandom, so you could say that my interest has shifted.

I'm not saying I'm going to fully leave the fandom, I'll still stick (heh) around and see updates, though not as much as before.

And with that, I shall take my break, thank you to all of you who has supported me so far! I will come back someday, maybe.

(If you still want to keep contact with me you can just DM me or follow my pjsk blog! @vienn-05)

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Two Flaps for "No"

You are LEGALLY required to go look at Zishu's art on this scene too!!

Crossposted on AO3

"You didn't tell me it could talk, Green!"

Green froze. They all froze actually, staring at the pair of wings still wrapped around Second's back.

"What... what do you mean?" Red asked, just a bit too wary to be unnoticeable, but not wary enough for Second to catch. Not wary enough to keep Second from saying,

"Well, not talk I guess, but, like, it can say yes or no! And maybe! One flap for yes, two flaps for no! And three flaps for maybe. It made that one up itself.”

Green shared a glance with Labby. Then Red. Then focused back on Second, grin just a bit too tight to be real. "Second, it can't..."

"No, see, watch! Raise your… left wing up to say hi!"

The wings remain still. Stiller than they usually were, on Green. That was odd, though. Green had had the cloak for the longest time, should it be super reactive with him? Second had thought that the cloak was a part of Green up until now, and its little motions and gestures only helped with that theory. It was only when Second tried it on himself that he realized just how separate it was. How expressive. How easy it was to read, and how fun it was to talk to. No wonder Green loved it—it was like having a friend on your back at all times.

Well, it was like that. At the moment, it was pretty lackluster. Second grew more confused, as the wings stayed more frozen than ice. Maybe it needed something easier?

"Uh... one flap for hi?"

Nothing. Labby breathed out a quiet sigh of relief, at the lack of proof.

A pout. "Are you shy? C'mon, it's ok, the gems are ok!"

Second grinned as he felt the wings flutter ever so gently, so clearly not his own doing. Going up and down twice in a motion as graceful as a piece of clothing could give. Now they'd have to believe him! The cloak had said hi. 

No, wait, it gave Second two flaps, not one. Two flaps for no.

Second looked up at the rest of the group. Labby’s hand was covering her mouth, beyond concerned, horrified . Green was clenching the edge of his shirt. Red’s eyes were wide open, like if he blinked they would disappear.

“Uh, guys? What, um, what's up?”

The gems were all so good at reading each other, they didn't need words to communicate. They were in tune, almost always on the same beat of a song Second could never hear. He thought it was the coolest at times. 

Second held the edge of one of the wings. He didn't think it was very cool now, especially as they started stepping forward.

"I need you to return that to me, Second." Green never used his full name. "I, uh, just want to make sure it's... undamaged."

"Like it can even be fixed if it is," Red muttered lowly, before Green kicked him in the back of the leg. "Ow!"

Second swallowed. "What's going on?"

"Red's joking! And you know how bad his jokes are." Green grinned, and it was so fake Second took a step back, especially as the others suddenly felt crowding. Trapping. Getting a little closer, moment by moment. "Just, ah, give it back."

The wings were shaking. The finest little tremors that were so clear against Second's back, against the tips of his fingers. He swiped a thumb against the thin material. "I don't know... It feels scared. I don't think it wants this.”

"It's just a cloak, Second. It can't want anything." Labby crouched down, "Give it back to us."

Second gripped the wing a little tighter, shaking his head. The fabric was warm. The tremors were sharper, now, getting worse as Labby got close.. Far, far too clear.

"N...no! no, it doesn't want to, I don't want to."

"I want my cloak back, Second." Green's voice was just a little dangerous. "Now."

Labby nodded, "It's for the best, cmon, listen to Green."

They reached out, Green stepping closer, Red closing in, and, and–

“It said no!”

He smacked whatever was reaching for him, catching whatever else was in the way. Fast and hard, no doubt stinging just a little. 

Whatever else was Labby. He'd slapped Labby hard enough to move her hair out of the way. Second could see the gem that Labby kept hidden under her hair was yellow and sharp. The eye underneath, inverted colors and sharper.

“...Second?” She fixed her hair, “You have one more chance. Give it to us.”

Second, shakily, raised his fists. Slid into a stance for fighting, lowered himself just a little. “It doesn't want to go with you.”

Labby straightened. “Green? Red?”

“Y…yeah, Labradorite?” Green asked.

“Get the cloak.”

Second shouted, as the three slammed into him, into the floor and bruising hard. The cloak was almost torn, from the way that Red grabbed at it, tugging hard enough to nearly choke Second with the clasp, only stopping when Second managed to kick Red back, sending him across the floor. It got the others to pause.

“It's for your own good, Second! And its own good!” Green shouted, and started to reach for Second’s shoulders. He took that as his sign to run. To pick himself up and push off the ground and throw the door open to escape. 

He stumbled, and scraped his knees as he fell onto the sand right at the end of the stairs. He'd grown up on the beach, and the sand had always been his friend, but now it felt heavy, hurtful, kicking up and tripping him as he ran. It was always so hard to run on the beach.

“ Second! Get back here right now, or—" Second clamped their hands over their ears before he could hear the rest of Labby's threat. He couldn't falter, not with this, not right now. Not when the cloak was flapping frantically, almost carrying him into the air. 

Not when Green had looked so scared back when Second had told them, or Red swallowed and glanced to the rest of the gems, unsure. Not when there was genuine panic in Labby’s voice when she chased Second down. Panic, and maybe even anger. Second had never heard Labby angry.

(He’d never hit any of them before either. Not for anything but a spar). 

Second ducked behind a rock, panting. They couldn't run forever. Couldn't hide forever. He gasped, coughing al little, pressing fingers into where the clasp had choked him. One wing came up to lightly press against his hand. Worried. 

"Hey, cloak? I... They're going to catch up."

If a piece of clothing could be hysteric, then it would be this one, from the way it started to shudder. Second took it off and hugged it close to try and calm it down. He could feel it in his arms, fluttering frantically, shivering, before finally wrapping around Second too. They didn't get it until they realized the way it started slipping off a little, like it was tired. No, like it was resigned.

Like it had accepted its fate. What that fate was, Second didn’t know.

“They're going to find us,” Second repeated, "So you need to tell me what I can do to help."

For a moment, the fabric didn't move. Then, after a twitch, one came up. Then the other, gently pushing his arms up. The tips reached his hands, and positioned them right at the gem right at the base of the wings, keeping them together.

"Wh—what?"

The wings fell. Red shouted, somewhere behind him.

Second's fingers curled around the gem.

Ah. He knew what he had to do.

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Ok let's see how much attention a low effort doodle of Second sleeping can get

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Anonymously tell me your assumpmtions about me and I'll confirm or deny them.

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Um chat... They didn't do anything right...?

CHAT THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT??

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Hehey... Long time no see huh? Um, have some doodles :]

Sorry I've been really busy irl rn and I have test week coming up😔

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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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Forgive me, for i am a useless stick figure!

Reblogs makes posts go around faster!

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"Dark and Chosen hate each other"

"Dark and Chosen love each other"

WRONG

Their relationship is WAY more complex than hate or love, so hear me out

I'll explain what I understand about them because OH MY GOD, THESE TWO GO THROUGH SO MUCH MISCHARACTERIZATION

Firstly, at the beginning, they didn't hate each other. And you may say, "But Dark was created to kill him." And yeah, but that doesn't mean he necessarily hated Chosen. That was just the order he was given.

On Chosen's side, he was a slave for God knows how long until he met Dark. He probably didn't immediately hate him and instead was most likely confused, and he saw Dark as an opportunity to get the hell out of the desktop OR to go against Noogai3

They didn't care about each other but about what they could GET out of each other

Now, when they went against Noogai, they became friends, meaning they cared about each other, and that's fine

BUT THEY WENT AND MADE A FUCKING GENOCIDE EVERYWHERE THEY STEPPED

Dark was obviously enjoying it, and he thought Chosen was too (he enjoyed it at the beginning, so Dark must've stuck with that mindset). Chosen, on the other hand, was not enjoying jack shit and was only doing it because "That's what friends do." I'm sure many people can relate

During the showdown, Chosen decides to FINALLY back down and stop Dark from murdering literally everyone

But DARK DIDN'T LET GO OF THE DAMN BUTTON

(You could say it was because he was "confused" that Chosen stopped him, that he was a kid with no knowledge of the terrifying mess he was creating, but he didn't even stop to think about what Chosen wanted and instead just went for it)

That didn't necessarily mean they started hating each other. That's not how feelings work

They were literally each other's first, best, and ONLY friend for years. You can't get over it after just one night or fight

And that's the same reason of why when Dark died, Chosen most likely didn't get over it immediately

He didn't even have a source of help or comfort that could help him forget about his best friend. (The closest thing he had was Second, and they only met ONCE because Chosen needed help with the Mercenaries)

That doesn't mean Chosen "still loves him" or "immediately hates him," but he has mixed feelings about Dark and vice-versa

No, this isn't a healthy relationship. If any, it's probably one of the most toxic relationships of all AvA

(without counting victim/Chosen or Noogai3/ any of his first three stickfigures)

That's at least what I understand about their relationship. It's not the truth TRUTH but it's what I understood whatsoever

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do u ever just

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happy Thursday the 20th

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real writers don’t have writer’s block because they never start writing in the first place.

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STOP BEING SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR CREATIONS STOP SECOND GUESSING WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO STOP DEBATING IT'S WORTH. LET YOUR ART SERVE YOU INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND