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cheiyunn · 4 months ago

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Kimisute main story [5部] Part 6

Side: Fantome Iris

[Fantome Iris live]

???: Tonight, I shall grant upon you all, the pleasure of submission…

???: Now come, praise my being. Submit and offer the very proof of your existence; the red blood that flows within you, to me !

HARU: Don’t think you’re all getting home safe and sound tonight !

ZACK: We’ll drive you to the brink of ******** ! Gyah-ha–!

D: The evening banquet is upon us

LIGHT: Let us begin, my Lord

???: Feel the reverence and awe you hold within! My followers, shout our name!

???: We are…. 「Fantome Iris」!

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–[After the live]--

Fan A: Hah~~ The live was so good ~!

Fan B: Don’t you feel like FELIX-sama’s air has kinda changed recently ?

Fan A: Yeah, but thats what makes it so good !

Fan B: Really? Well.. I kinda liked the previous gentleman schtick FELIX-sama a bit more…

Mashu: ….

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[Dreadnought Records office]

–[A few days after the live]--

Tomoru: Thank you for finding time to meet me despite being so busy

Mashu: No problem. Since I also had something to discuss with you as well

Mashu: I want you to explain the new song situation for the 「Sales Ranking Game」

Tomoru: …It’s currently in the works

Mashu: Is that so

Mashu: Normally, the song’s concept is decided by your vocalist Felix no

Mashu: I watched your live the other day… it seems like his whole atmosphere took quite a turn

Mashu: Suffice to ask but, is everything doing fine?

Tomoru: ……actually–

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Tomoru: –is how it stands. Since his return from France, he’s been a bit uneasy…

Tomoru: Of course, the song creation is continuing on, but there’s a rift in the band in regards to the direction of it as of now

Mashu: I see

Tomoru: So erm, I was wondering what to do… um, I’ll follow any kind of instructions given out

Mashu: Up to you.

Tomoru: Pardon?

Mashu: I’m saying that I’ll leave this up to you

Mashu: For comparison, unlike the GYROAXIA that revolves around Asahi Nayuta, Fantome Iris follows a different path

Mashu: Is what I believe

Mashu: …Time is almost up. I’ll request a progress update on a later date

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[Street]

Tomoru: (hm… up to us huh…)

Tomoru: (Maybe the reason Mashu-san said that was because he didn’t think it was best to move forward on another’s orders…)

Tomoru: (... to make me think for myself)

Tomoru: (But I’m sure Mashu-san would have been able to make a better decision than me..)

Tomoru: Gosh I’m in trouble… what to do…

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[Sharehouse]

Tomoru: Hah….

Jun: Ah, welcome back Tomoru

Tomoru: I’m back. Were you perhaps discussing something?

Daimon: No, we just happened to get together like this. I’ll go prepare the food

Tomoru: Thank you

Tomoru: …and Feli-san?

Koharu: He’s in his room

Tomoru: Is he still, just like that..

Koharu: Yeah. 「Wait with patience until I grant you an order」 and stuff

Jun: hUeUe… I have a feeling that whatever song Felix-san puts together is gonna be some jumbled crazed arrangement…!

Koharu: Me too… But, I guess we don’t have another choice other than letting him be

Koharu: For now, it seems like most of the followers have been accepting of this change but still…

Jun: It’s a long way ahead… wait no, this is more like misfortunes that never come alone ? or maybe adding salt to an open wound?

Koharu: We’re having a tough time as is, but from the looks of it, the other bands are in their own pile of problems.. Gotta hope this isn’t gonna be a repeat of LRFes

Tomoru: Did something happen with the other bands as well?

Koharu: You didn’t hear? Apparently Argona’s leader’s household mess got out and fans are runnin’ amuck

Tomoru: Wha–!

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Tomoru: You’re right… I didn’t even notice this

Tomoru: (Goryo-kun’s having a really hard time huh… oh, was the thing he mentioned last time, regarding this?)

Tomoru: (...wait, this really isn’t the time to be worrying about others either though…)

Tomoru: (Since I gave Goryo-kun advice, it’d be lame if I wasn’t more stable on my end either..)

Tomoru: ( About Feli-san, about what to do from now on, we all need to think about this or else...)

#fromargonavis #fantome iris

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defaultfelix · 8 months ago

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North Mural, and the V.H.Z. era

The timeline of Goodbye Strangers isn't strictly linear (or, rather; it's multi-dimensional), which is why the VHZ era has numerous "entry points". So, something I don't think I've mentioned is that within the world of North Mural, Default and Bracey don't escape the Red Hell Engine, and are killed by Argona and Olivia. Default is heavily experimented on by Olivia before his brain is removed (and experimented upon further), and Bracey becomes Argona's general test subject. (It's weird and a little scary to think about this, haha.)

This major jump in technology marks North Mural's entry point to the VHZ era – Default's neural tissue becomes the basis for the kaleido-rooms and other kaleido-technology, for example, whereas Argona's experiments lead to major advancements in stranger extrusion. And, this sort of 'entanglement' (with these diverging alternate pasts) is also why the V.H.Z. era is fundamentally unstable… linking it to the meta-level/cross-dimensional catastrophe of the Flood.

#goodbye strangers

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devil-in-the-details-ay · 10 months ago

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A night that was supposed to be romantic is taking a wrong turn....

There had been an ache first in his chest that had told him something was wrong, an almost burning that seemed to grow the longer he stood at the bar. A pull of hurt that grew and twisted, it had no reason for being, and that confused him, briefly distracting him from his anger. Then he looked over towards Yara for a moment just to see how she was doing since he had been gone for longer than he had anticipated or intended to be. Her posture gave it all away, making the ache suddenly make sense to him. It was through their bond and caused by her upset. Whatever had bothered her earlier had gotten worse, and he had a feeling that Argona had not helped it. Turning away from Argona without another word, he strode purposefully towards his wife without another word to the succubus.

“Come, we are leaving.” He gently touched her shoulder, his voice matching the softness of his touch. Astaroth wasn’t upset with her in the slightest, and he didn’t want her to misinterpret that he was. “You are sitting here looking dejected on what I had hoped to be a fun evening out for us, Yara. I am sorry for whatever has upset you. I’ll call the car and we can go back to the cabin and talk.” His expression was soft, as was his voice, but his eyes were studying her meticulously.

“Don’t you need to finish your conversation?” Her voice was a little cold and a lot distant. Yara looked everywhere but at him, uncomfortable,and if he had not been supernatural, her voice would have been too quiet for him to hear. It was all she could do not to cry as she shifted in the chair a little. The last thing she wanted was him feeling sorry for her, pity was worse than anything. “I don’t want to ruin your evening, I’ll be fine. I always am.” She swallowed, fighting her emotions that were having a full fledged war within her.

“It is finished, and I’m not going to leave my wife sitting here looking and feeling dejected in order to talk to anyone.” His brows drew together, not understanding her discomfort and avoidance of him. He hadn’t done anything that he could think of to hurt her, or upset her. Jealousy or insecurity he could understand, but now he was confused. Was this part of that? Was he misunderstanding her reaction? He wanted to support her, but how?

“I'm fine. There is nothing wrong. You do not have to end your conversation with your friend due to me.” She wouldn't look at him, and her voice was anything but convincing. If she met his gaze, he would see the lie plainly in her eyes. At least looking away from him kept it hidden for a few more moments. Actually saying that she knew that he’d prefer to be with anyone in the club but her, would break her. Her father forcing the marriage had been the ultimate punishment on her. Not because Astaroth was cruel, but because he wasn’t. However, he was male. A male that she was quite sure wasn’t oblivious to the fact that many beings in the establishment were lusting over, and most of them would be a better companion for the evening, or for any time, than her.

“Yara, what is wrong?” He waived over a waitress; he needed a drink badly. He took one of her hands gently, still not understanding why she wouldn’t even look in his direction. It felt like they’d gone all the way back to the beginning again, even farther back than the beginning honestly, and he was starting to become frustrated. “You’re lying and I know it. I’m not going to stop asking until you give me a real answer.” For the moment he was able to keep his voice calm, but it was a war that he did not know how long he would be able to win. Her avoiding answering was causing his frustration and anger to rise, and it was not like he��d ever had to contain it before.

“Nothing. I said I'm fine.” Still not looking at him, her chin lifted, and she ordered a blood wine when the waitress came. “You don't have to stay sitting, go finish your conversation. I believe the alluring blonde is still over at the bar.” Now there was an undertone of bitterness that was so palpable in her voice that a deaf being would even have felt it. Yara tried to pull her hand back that he’d taken, but of course he wasn’t going to let that go either, much like the conversation. Once more she swallowed down her emotions and tried to put up walls. Somehow she found that far harder with Astaroth than with anyone in the past. After their previous conversations, the way he had treated her, and the way she had hoped things would be, it now felt like she had been a fool and that stung.

He ordered a demon's brew, neat. After the waitress walked away he leaned in and spoke right next to her ear. “Fine, I will not argue with you here.” His fingertips caressed her upper arm. “I was not having a conversation, I was waiting for the bartender and being annoyed by the bitch of a blonde. If you want to be mad at me for that, I can't stop you. However, you’re not getting rid of me. So, be mad.” He kissed her neck just below her ear then sat upright. His breath had been hot against her neck and ear, fanning out with each word.

Astaroth could have said everything sitting up and she would have heard him. He could have refrained from touching her. The kiss was not needed since at the moment she was doing her best to attempt to pretend he wasn’t there. However, he knew one thing: sometimes you had to gently push someone to pull the truth out of them. It wasn’t something he’d ever done often, but he knew just enough to be able to do it.

She felt a wave of desire flow through her for him when his lips met her skin. There was no doubt that he had known just what he was doing. He wasn’t fighting fair, but then neither was she by not saying anything. She guessed they were even. “I'm not..” Yara looked down, as he took her hand now in both his and laced their fingers. “What are you doing?” Now her head turned to look at him, brows drawn together. What WAS he doing? And WHY?

Smirking, he leaned over until their foreheads were touching as he replied, “not allowing you to push me away because you misread a situation.” When she tried to pull her hand back a second time, he held tighter between his two. “I brought YOU here to have an enjoyable night. If you wish to ruin it, I won't stop you. I, however, will also not argue with you. I’m not leaving your side, and I am still going to show the only woman here who I care to be with, the affection she deserves.” Pulling her hand up, he kissed the back without breaking eye contact. “Together.”

She sat blinking at him without saying anything. What kind of game was he playing? Why did she feel so confused? There were new emotions and feelings flowing through her and she didn’t know how to handle them. Everything was so overwhelming. The words of Lucifer battling the words of Astaroth now in her head. Astaroth’s actions battling her father’s words of foretelling.

While he waited for her to say something he was glad their drinks were delivered. He needed the strong demonic liquid to help him deal with whatever set this round of emotions off. He was perplexed by her behavior and feeling suddenly closed off from her. Why did she suddenly think that he was looking to be with someone else after they’d had this conversation. They’d agreed. This had been covered. Did she not trust him? What had he done to deserve that?

“Asti, I…” suddenly she felt unsure again and her head dropped away from his; so that her eyes were looking at her lap, “I mean you don't have to…” She sighed, and her jaw worked. Why had coming here made her feel so off balance suddenly?

“Have to what? Act like we're married? We are. Act like your husband? I am. Act like I like you? I do. Act like I care?” He reached over and took her chin gently to turn her face to look at him. “Papilio, we may not be madly in love with one another, but I do care about you and want you happy. I’ve told you that before, I don’t know why any of this should come as a surprise. I wasn’t flirting with that female, if that is what you think, and there isn't anyone else here I want to spend time with. I don't know why you're now feeling insecure, but I am yours.” Astaroth leaned over and softly kissed her cheek. He was starting to understand, remembering what she had told him about things Lucifer had said. This was their first time in public. Maybe a place with fewer people would have been better. A wine bar instead of a nightclub.

“Only because you are being forced.” Suddenly her voice was colder, she was fighting tears and she didn't know why. She was trying to put on her millennia old mask of indifference and condescension but it wasn’t working. “We both know I'm not the one in this bar you'd be with if you had a choice.” Her eyes again swept the women lusting after him, then could not meet his afterwards.

His eyes followed hers and he sighed. “I cannot help how others look at me. Just like I can't control the men who are ogling you.” They quick whip of her head, to look at him, told him she hadn't even noticed. She had been so caught up in her own jealousy and insecurity that she had not noticed anyone paying attention to her. He found that intriguing. She had been afraid of losing him. It had never occurred to her that there were others within the bar that would have been glad to take her away from him. It still bothered him slightly that she was taking her insecurity out on him, even if he was beginning to understand. “Why are you getting upset at me for what they are doing?” Astaroth wasn't sure where this patience was coming from, but he was thankful for it.

“I'm not.” Yara protested. “I just know how this goes.” She saw one of his brows raise so she continued with how her thoughts went. “Once you find a way out of…” a finger landed on her lips very softly, but it was the darkening of his eyes that gave her pause more than that. She knew that look. She’d seen it during their wedding. She’d seen it with her father. This was anger. Deep, dark, anger. The fact that what she had started to say evoked that emotion so strong and deep told her one thing: she was very, very wrong.

“I have not, nor do I plan to look for a way out of this. I have tried making plans for the future with you today about the house. We will be visiting someone who can tell us about your mother. Do not finish that sentence if you truly want things to work out between us, even if just as friends in this arrangement. Because if that is what you truly think of me, then there is no future of anything but resentment and discord.” He was angry but trying not to lash at her the way he normally would at someone who insulted him like that. A temper tantrum from her was the last thing he fucking needed.

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greetingspathetichumans · 2 months ago

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hi argona it is I, a humble earthwoim, 🪱, trick or treat!

oh hello dear

#agrona tag

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sarahtrolls · 1 year ago

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7/42: Cielle Argona Pronouns: she/her OR doll/doll/doll's/dollself Blood Color: purple Height: 5'11" (180 cm)

Quadrants Matesprit: Svalih Velkul Moirail: none Kismesis: none Auspistice: N/A

Info under cut.

Having a famous ancestor is an unusual boon. Cielle, however, did not benefit from her ancestor's notoriety. The notoriety earned by Atenus Argona among the Dark Carnival was such that, when Cielle was too young to understand why, her local Big Top excommunicated her. She was shut out from the conditioning and cultural molding that made her fellow highbloods into high-artist murderers.

Shortly afterward, her hive burned down, and her lusus died in the flames. Too young to really know what to do next, she began a lonely life of sleeping rough. She was eventually brought into a hive hosted by Svalih, who had assumed she was near death and planned to eat her.

In Svalih's overbearing, controlling care, Cielle has become extremely passive and pathetic for an Alternian. She's taken an extreme liking to dolls, occasionally convinced that she's a doll herself who's come to life. But on days when she feels the need to get away, she knows she can just pick a direction and walk away; Svalih's bloodhound-like nose can track her scent, and she'll be brought back home when it misses her.

#cielle #sarah art #fantroll #fantrolls #artists on tumblr #homestuck #hiveswap #homestuck fantroll #hiveswap fantroll #select

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exclamania-news-network · 1 year ago

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[A sentient chess set, minus the board, floats in. the pawns start speaking one by one, from a to h, alternating white and black.]

♙Hey, I'm Alfred, and I'd like to vote Nefarious!

♟Oi'm Aaron, and Oi'm vot'n José.

♙Bailey here, I'll BE voting Nefarious as well.

♟Name's Bianca, and I'm gonna vote for the Wizard also!

♙I'm Chloé, and I'll vote Nefarious.

♟My name'sssss Carter, and Nefariousssss hasssss my vote too.

♙I'm Dani, and I'm voting Nefarious.

♟Drake's the game and chess is my home game- aw wait. Whatever I'm voting for The Nefarious Wizard.

♙ei'm Edith, aend ei'm votinge Nefarious alsoe.

♟Emerson. I'm voting Status.

♙Hey, name's Felix. I'll cast my vote for Nefarious.

♟I'm Finn and you're watching me vote Nefarious!

♙I am known as Grace. I will use my ballot to increase the number of votes for the one known as Nefarious by one.

♟Gerry Mander here, I'm voting Status.

♙i'm... my name is henry.... and i'm v-voting for josé...

♟HEY MY NAME IS HARPER I AM GOING TO VOTE FOR NEFARIOUS!!!

[The other pieces begin talking one by one, in the same order of a to h and alternating white and black. The kings, however, remain silent for now.]

♖Akta like chaos. Akta vote Nef.

♜Argona is me.... Nefarious is my president...! If I am to decide...

♘I am Belle of the Ball. I will vote for Status.

♞Bolaro says Bolaro counter Balls Belle vote.... José.

♗I am High Priestess Christiansen, and I will cast my shining vote for The One who Updates, Status.

♝I am,, Higher Priesbt, Carlosen. I vooote Nefarious. Hehehehe.... I surej am th higher Priest of dis land..

♕Hello, friends.... I am Darci, Queen of the army of Light. I am going to vote for Status Updates.

♛I'm Dianne, Empress of the Army of Shadow. I will do my best to ensure Nefarious gets his reign... with a singular vote, of course.

��My name and title is Lowest Priest Fitzgerald. I have been documenting my findings on each candidate, and have decided that none of this matters. I cast my vote for a write-in, named Spinel, just to see her name on the results.

♝I be low priest Fabio. I will vote for the true chosen, José.

♘I am Great Galerider. I will cast my ballot for Nefarious Exclam.

♞....they named me Grecy Guuci. I'm voting for Nefarious as well.

♖Hantril Cobblesplitter. I vote for Nefarious.

♜Hudileg Bonegrinder's the name, voting for José's my game, right now at least.

[...]

♔ I am Ernest, King of the Serious and those of brightened sun. I hold no hostility to those who went against me, though I will not change my mind from their actions. I am voting for Status Updates.

♚ I am Erebou, Monarch of the Primal and those of darkened shadow. You need not know my story, though my vote is clear. I will cast all my strength, and this ballot, to Nefarious Exclam.

[okeey....]

[20 for Nef, 6 for Status, 5 for José.]

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