#Gabuli

[limelyrics]

Baba Yaga/バーバヤーガ

Oh

Cast a spell on me

Won’t you do it please?

Cast a spell on me, God up above

Gotta keep the warmth bottled up inside of me

Cover me in your love

Ice cream on my tongue

Candy in my lungs

Neutralize this story unsung

Now I’ve had a taste of honey and I’m feeling great

Baba Yaga set straight

(Babababa baba yaga) x2

Lately, I’m feeling like I just gotta sin

Like I’ve gotta give in to 13 flavors

Sure I know it hurts me in the end

But still, a rough day is the best medicine

With the rainmaker beside me

A bad charade without value or victory

Don’t wanna admit that I’m not worth it

And that my life’s worth only ‘bout a penny or half wit

Every night, every night, the words keep on repeating in my mind

Now I feel like the oxygen that's seeping in is only just diseases and lies

I want to be someone that is treated so sweet

I wanna stand with the whole damn world at my feet

But now, I guess those thoughts are just a sign of mediocrity

Oh

Cast a spell on me

Won’t you do it please?

Cast a spell on me, God up above

Erode me and stain me, that’s my neverending plea

Cover me in your love

Ice cream on my tongue

Candy in my lungs

Melting all the ill deeds unsung

Keep me, hold me, take me under your wing for awhile

Baba Yaga, she smiles

(Babababa baba yaga) x4

The coop is squalid like a car wreck

Shepherd’s purse is scattered throughout the nonsense

I’ve got some flowers for the market that we’ve gotta dispense

Nails scorched red by this dance, so mysterious, giving me that quick glance

It could happen to me by chance

(Who’s the master?) x3

I’ve always craved and favored that flavor

Oh

Cast a spell on me

Won’t you do it please?

Cast a spell on me, God up above

Gotta keep the warmth bottled up inside of me

Cover me in your love

Ice cream on my tongue

Candy in my lungs

Now I’m chained down in a handcuff

I’m unsatisfied, but I’ll make it out alive

Baba Yaga, deprived

Please don’t let the magic drain

Let the magic drain

Don’t let the magic go away

I don’t need those lavish words to up my self esteem

Just give me that “ice dream”

Anguish on repeat,

Words so bittersweet

They’ll disappear once the task’s complete

Providence and bloody knuckles with a final blow

Baba Yaga, she knows

Sold her heart unto the devil for a brand new start

Baba Yaga, falling apart

[gcldfanged]

I don’t want to admit that I’m inferior and that my life is just worth thirty pieces of silver I want to be treated special I want to stand as high as I can But those thoughts are signs of mediocrity Cast a spell on me, just like that Please do it now, God Like being eroded and then slowly stained Please shower me with love 『Who's the master？』 『Who's the master？』 It's the perfect flavor I've always wanted

[waivyjellyfish]

Thanks you @good-beans for the tagging

Last Song I Listened To: last HIMEHINA song, two cool girls sing cool songs

Currently Watching: Undead Girl Murder Farce, found manga saw that it has only one translated arc and then found that it has ongoing anime. Really fell in love with the opening.✨Crack-Crack-Crackle by CLASS:y✨

Currently Reading: um, for now i don't read any books(sad but true) but read tonns of manga at the same time so pointing the last I read: Shiroyama to Mita-san(characters are sooo comfy) and Kaii to otome tokamigakushi(love mysterious and paranormal manga)

Current Obsession: at this momen Milgram, of course, never done so much fan art before and never posted so much of it, first steps yeah

Tagging @tsatsked, want to join?

Thank you for the tag @amugoffandoms ! These are so fun :3

Last Song I Listened To: Baba Yaga by Nilfruits, it's got such a cool vibe and I've been a bit obsessed lol

Currently Watching: Wynona Earp! it's my partner's favorite show so she's been showing it to me. I love it, and we'll actually be watching a season finale tonight 👀

Currently Reading: I'm taking a gothic literature class starting this week, so I'll be starting The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole real soon!

Current Obsession: uh YEAH Milgram as well 😂

Tagging @sharkyboye, @bunnyboybosom, @tokyogruel, @jayfeatherss, @blueepink07, @shiikiyun, @waivyjellyfish and @captainstrawberrywings -- No pressure and also if anyone else wants to do it!

[phantasmiafxndom]

Do you read manga then? If you do, any recs?

Litchi Hikari Club — The first obvious answer! Whatever plot summaries are listed with it (like the one in that link) do not even begin to accurately describe what's going on in it. I'll spare the full rant since I've talked about LHC here before, but yeah. It's amazing.

Innocents Shounen Juujigun — The other obvious answer! Same as LHC, I've gone off about this plenty of times before, so I'll leave my recommendation as just an enthusiastic YES.

Sundome — This one teeters right on the edge of being just plain porn, but the plot goes way beyond that. I can't say too much without getting spoiler-y, though. If the initial lewdness seems unimpressive, the relationship that develops far outshadows that, in the end.

Saiteihen no Otoko — A fairly short series that delivered the exact kind of entertaining cruelty I was looking for! The translated title, "Scumbag Loser", is pretty damn accurate— as in, the characters in it are all kind of just terrible people. Though the explanations for certain events are a bit weak, it's the kind of story where the fun outweighs the need for things to completely make sense.

Kurosagi Corpse Delivery Service — This series was unfinished when I read it a number of years ago. I'm not sure how it ended up, or if it's still ongoing, but the part I went through was delightful. Dark in a deeply entertaining way, with a great balance of morbid horror, character development, and engaging plot points.

GABULI — This one is a mixed-media web series that includes manga as one story format, along with Vocaloid songs and short stories. While there's not a lot of story available yet, what's there has thoroughly caught my attention. It hasn't updated in a while, unfortunately, but there's been no notice of discontinuation.

Oyasumi Punpun — I couldn't get even halfway through this before it sent my mental health spiraling, but what I did manage to read was outstanding. Incredibly depressing, yes, but also vividly emotional and strikingly unique. Read it if you're feeling brave. >.>

[kittybunnycoded]

omg i never noticed but is your pinned pic azuna from gabuli :0?

HI ANE!!! unfortunately no </3 googled them and i can see why youd think that...

the guy in my pinned (and pfp. help /j) is owner from phantom tales of the night!! here are some more photos of him he's so pretty

maybe in a another universe they're related /j

also. now im curious. whats gabuli about...

[toky09]

[invertedphantasmagoria]

GABULI — Episode 1: Ashen Crow (Translation)

Three-Minute Novel “White Crow” #1: The Gray-Eyed Girl and the Blood-Soaked Dream

#1: "Gray Eyes"

A single white crow swoops down from the sky. Before us is a landscape of innumerous people, breathing their last, piled up in heaps, staining the earth red with their blood. 

Standing before this wasteland covered in the deceased is a little girl in a yellow raincoat, her hood concealing her face.

《Both eyes that disagree on the color of the white crow, at the same time perceive two phenomena surrounding the girl》

Reflected in her white right eye is the girl still covered by her hood. If she’s can’t see what’s around her, she will have no knowledge of the dead, and her peaceful world will remain. 

Reflected in her black left eye is the girl taking off her hood. The moment she sees the light, she will become aware of the dead, and she will witness the frightful world.

Above these opposing scenes, the white crow lets out a screeching cry. The curtain rises on the story of the girl who split in two. 

*　　　*　　　*

Gray eyes seem to reflect the winter sky. 

Why is it that you feel a trace of anxiety when you stare at the self you see in the mirror?

You should be used to seeing them by now, but those gray eyes still cast a feeling of malaise at you, like a pebble finding its way into your shoe.

>>>

Nineteen years ago, a girl named Miriam was born weighing less than thirty-six ounces. 

According to the story her mother told her, the high concentration of oxygen in the incubator caused a condition called “retinopathy of prematurity” to affect her eyes, and although she was able to avoid being blinded, one of her eyes turned gray because of it.

Miriam’s mother, Thelma, works as a librarian in a public library and raised her daughter alone.

She never spoke of Miriam’s father, and Miriam never asked. But just once, on her tenth birthday, a man wearing glasses appeared at her home.

“Miriam, when you grow up, I’ll come to see you again.”

She thought that the man with that kind-looking smile might have been her father, but as time passed, she forgot about it all. 

>>>

Miriam washes her face in the bathroom. After quickly putting on makeup and getting dressed, she’s putting on her shoes by the front door, when her cell phone rings.

“Hello...”

“Miriam, I see you’re finally awake.”

Her mother’s exasperated voice comes through.

“You’re a terrible oversleeper. If you keep dawdling, you’ll be late for school.”

“I get it. I’m leaving the house now.”

“Did you eat breakfast? There’s a sandwich on the kitchen table.”

“Yeah, but I’m in a hurry.”

“Speaking of which, you cried out in your sleep this morning. Are you alright?”

Miriam answers that she’s alright. She doesn’t want to make her mother worry, so she doesn’t speak of the dream where a white crow appeared. 

“Mom, I said I’m in a hurry.”

“Alright, alright. Be careful and have a good day. I love you with all my heart.”

Miriam hangs up the phone, unties her shoelaces, and goes back to the kitchen to bag up her mother’s homemade sandwiches.

As she goes through the front door and turns the key to lock it, the sight of the doorplate, stating “Room 101”, ever-so-slightly tilting must have just been her imagination. 

*　　　*　　　*

The Royal Academy of Dramatic arts that Miriam attends is a 20-minute subway commute from her home.

When she was in elementary school, she saw a stage production of Joan of Arc that inspired her to become an actress. 

Jean was a maiden of Orleans who heard the voice of God, fought for her country, and was sentenced by the Inquisition to be burned at the stake.

In that play, there’s a scene in which the imprisoned Jean confides her heart’s troubles to a white crow that had landed by her prison’s window. 

That scene took Miriam’s breath away.

【White Crow】

A crow with pale feathers. Highly intelligent, it appears in Greek mythology as a “messenger of the gods”. A symbol of non-existent, impossible things.

According to the book she found in the library, the white crow is described as a sublime being. But to Miriam, it’s a sinister bird that descends on the earth stained by the blood of the dead.

Why has this terrifying dream plagued her since her childhood? 

Miriam is shocked back to reality when the subway car stops with a creak. This morning as well, she makes haste to chase away the memory of the crow in her dream. 

As she rides the flow of people heading for the ticket gate, she suddenly gets the feeling that someone is watching her.

Even if she turns around, she wouldn’t know who it is. As she stands frozen by the escalator, a plump, annoyed-looking middle-aged man pushes past her. 

“Hey there, Miriam.”

As she exits the station, a voice calls out to her. It’s a young man from the same school who has feelings for her. 

“So it was you, Simon?”

“Huh? What was?”

“You were staring at me when I got off the subway.”

“That wasn’t me. I rode a bike to get here.”

Simon points at the public-use bicycles lined up by the roadside.  Miriam shrugs. 

“Anyway, were you painting yesterday?”

“Um... what do you mean?”

“Weren’t you walking around all covered with paint? I called out to you, but you just walked away.”

Miriam frowns at Simon’s words. 

She doesn’t remember that in the slightest.

“It wasn’t me. That must have been someone else.”

“No way. I’d never get someone confused with you. There aren’t many people with gray eyes like yours.”

*　　　*　　　*

Morning classes wound up being canceled due to circumstances with the acting teacher.

Miriam goes to a nearby park, sits on a bench, and fills her mouth with the sandwich her mother made. She shares a bit of bread with a wild squirrel who was watching enviously, and it eats wholeheartedly.

A girl with eyes just like hers—

As she thinks about Simon’s tale, the image of her face reflected in the bathroom mirror at home enters her mind. All of her little anxieties come back at once.

“Were you painting yesterday?”

Covered with paint? What could that mean?

Simon said that he saw the mysterious girl on the south bank of the river in the brickwork warehouse district. He said she was wearing a yellow raincoat. 

“There hadn’t been any rain, so that coat stood out to me.”

A yellow raincoat.The same as the little girl in her dreadful dream... 

Miriam stands up from the bench after she’s done eating her sandwich, still deep in thought. On instinct, she starts toward the warehouse district.

*　　　*　　　*

The river’s powerful current makes one reflect on the perpetuity of time. 

In this area where the past and the future collide, old buildings and new shops stand side by side, elderly people loitering on the street corners stare indifferently at the youths rushing around.

Miriam gets an uneasy feeling as she walks through the stone-paved alley under the overpass.

Feeling like she could encounter the girl in the yellow raincoat at any second, she’s startled by her face reflected in a window.

At that moment, she hears the screech of a crow.

Miriam’s head whips around instantly. She can’t see the crow, but she can hear the flutter of its wings. As she follows it down a small path, she smells a rotten stench. The smell of fresh blood, it’s her nightmare come to life.

Just as she’s about to go deeper down the alley, someone grabs her shoulder from behind.

“You’re Miriam, right?”

While she’s paralyzed with shock and fear, a tall man speaks to her in a cool voice. Although he’s wearing sunglasses, she remembers the gaze peeking out from under them.

In the subway, amidst the flow of people heading to the ticket gate. When the annoyed middle-aged man, pushed past her as she stood in front of the escalator, a calm-looking man wearing sunglasses was nearby. She’s been followed since then.

“...who are you?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have time to explain. For now, please, just follow me.”

Miriam struggles when the man tries to pull her along. She bites the man’s hand and runs as fast as she can.

“Oww... hey, wait!”

Run, run, run, through the maze-like alleyways. 

Before she knows it, Miriam enters a dead-end alley. Surrounded on all sides by brick walls, she’s shocked by the graffiti art painted on the wall at the very end. 

“...a white crow...”

Something clicks inside of her. 

The scene from the ominous dream she’s had countless times since her childhood is recreated in this mysterious mural. As she cautiously approaches it, the man who had chased her calls out.

“Stop! Don’t get near that painting!”

Ignoring him, Miriam touches the white crow. The next second, something strange happens to her body.

《Miriam’s gray eyes, stained with white and black, are able to concurrently perceive the events of reality and dreams.》

Reflected in her white right eye is the reality of the man staring at her in the back alley. Suddenly, a crack runs through one lens of his sunglasses, and he drops to his knees with a groan, covering his eye.

Reflected in her black left eye is the dream of the little girl standing on the blood-stained earth. She casts off the hood of her yellow raincoat and gazes over the deceased with her jet-black eyes. 

“...don’t look!”

Miriam shouts at the girl in an instant.

“Why?”

While Miriam is stuck speechless, the girl tells her with an innocent smile—

“I’m the one who killed them.”

(ORIGINAL)

[arcdiris]

"I want to be treated special" "I want to stand as high as I can" Those thoughts are the signs of mediocrity

[otenamihurricane]

GABULI - Antisystem’s Prologue “Room 101″ english translation! :)

Two men are alone in a dimly-lit room.

The only possessions either man carry are the roles they have been given - the Interrogator and the Subject. Any additional information about the two - name, age, shoe size - is irrelevant to this case. What is relevant, however, is the questioning that will shortly begin, and the figures that the questioning will concern: the young men known as Liu and Tough, and the many mysteries which surround them.

*　　　*　　　*

“…Help me…” The Subject, bound in handcuffs and struggling to push past the fear in his throat, begins to speak. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Whatever is to happen to you is entirely irrelevant to the matter at hand.” The Interrogator remains completely still as he replies, his voice cold. “Remember your place in these proceedings. I am the one who will be asking the questions here.”

The walls of the room are windowless, and not a single timepiece can be found within. The Subject, perception of the passage of time failing him, finds himself unsure whether he had been thrown into the interrogation room mere minutes ago, or if it had happened weeks prior. But what scares him far more than not knowing how long he has been here, is not knowing how much longer this situation will last.

*　　　*　　　*

“I suppose it’s time to begin questioning. I want you to tell me what you know about that pair of troublemakers from the slums, Liu and Tough.” “I don’t know anything about those guys, I swear.” “Don’t lie to me.” “I’m not! I swear I’m not lying! No matter what you ask me, I won’t have any answers for you.” “Everyone I’ve questioned has said the exact same thing.”

The Interrogator stares down at the Subject, his eyes seeming to pierce through his very being and see all the way down into the depths of his heart.

“However, once I’ve got their jaw pried open and begin pulling their teeth one by one, they always change their tune. Crying that they’ll tell me everything they know if it means I’ll let them keep the teeth they have left. I wonder if you’ll react the same?”

The Subject’s expression stiffens. The Interrogator smiles faintly, before producing a small glass container. “Do you know what this jar contains?” “…??” “Jelly beans. The kind that Liu always keeps on his person. Tell me, why does he eat these so often? What secret purpose do they have?” “…Secret? Um, I think… he just likes them…?”

The Interrogator shakes his head, seemingly unsatisfied with the Subject’s answer. “That isn’t all there is to this. There’s clearly some other motive at play here. It doesn’t matter how much he likes them; no normal person would eat such a large amount of candy in a single day.” “Well, I mean, he’s not really a normal person, is he?” “You’re right about that. I’m very familiar with the kid’s eccentricities myself; the fact that he “isn’t normal” isn’t what I wanted to hear from you. What I did want to hear from you was the effect that high-volume consumption of these jelly beans has on the human body. There’s no doubt that this is directly linked to the abilities he possesses.”

The Subject only stares back blankly, seemingly completely clueless as to what the Interrogator is trying to say. Growing impatient, the Interrogator makes a noise of frustration before adjusting the lamp upon the desk, angling the bulbs directly towards his Subject. A jolt of pain sears through him as he is suddenly overcome by the intense light.

*　　　*　　　*

“Let’s discuss a different subject. I trust you’ve seen the tattoo Liu has upon his arm?” “Yeah, of course.” “Are you aware of the meaning behind it?” “No, I’m not, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know himself. Poor kid can’t stand that the one mystery he’s never been able to solve is one that’s inscribed right onto him.” “So, you’re saying that he wasn’t tattooed of his own accord?” “I guess not… I mean, it’s kinda hard to know anything about him for certain - he doesn’t really like to talk about himself, and he usually keeps a pretty big distance from other people. The only person he ever lets his guard down around is Tough.”

“Well, why don’t you tell me more about Tough, then?” “That kid’s simple to a fault, kinda comes off as an idiot sometimes. But, God, it’s scary how strong he is. No matter who he’s up against, he can knock ‘em down in the blink of an eye. …Speaking of, there’s this one rumour I’ve heard going around. Apparently Tough really likes playing hide-and-seek for some reason. But he never hides; he takes on the role of seeker, every single time.”

The Interrogator thinks deeply about the strange rumour presented to him, drumming his fingers upon the desk. Watching the movement, the Subject suddenly finds his eyes drawn to the man’s fingernails. They are strikingly neat, carefully filed to perfection. In this moment, the gap between the fortunate and the less-fortunate couldn’t have felt any wider.

*　　　*　　　*

“You tell nothing but lies.”

The Interrogator suddenly ceases tapping at the desk and begins to speak.

“As did your parents, and their parents as well, and their parents’ parents before them. They are all nothing but liars. And, to tell the truth, I myself am very experienced at lying as well. We as humans owe our very existence to our ability to lie - constructing ourselves as a species from a long string of falsehoods, creating our desired fiction and designating it history."

Listening intently to the words of the Interrogator, the Subject nods.

“Let me tell you something. This room is known as Room 101. However, it is not the only Room 101 within this building. There are hundreds of interrogation rooms, each identical, each bearing the same designation of number 101. Do you understand the reason why? The fiction we compose in turn composes the world itself. And within that fiction, you and I are merely playing the roles of “Interrogator” and “Subject” as the narrative demands. Tell me, are you and I any different from our shadows?”

Upon the cold, lifeless wall, two cold, lifeless figures are cast. The Subject gazes upon them as he considers the role he has been chosen to play.

*　　　*　　　*

“I tell nothing but lies.”

The Interrogator’s voice rings out through the stale air.

“Within the fictional location known as Room 101, the moment any phrase is uttered it becomes a lie. The blackest crow, in an instant, becomes the purest white. And thus it becomes clear: the only thing you can do is lie.”

“…I can only tell lies?”

“That’s right! Our lies become truth, and we surpass the paradox!!”

Unable to contain his excitement, the Interrogator stands from his chair. The movement causes the lamp to topple, and the shadows cast upon the wall erratically shift and warp.

“Within this world, there are certain lies that must not be questioned, truths that must not be uncovered. But according to information we’ve received, there is a group of unregistered slum-dwelling non-citizens, a group of NoIDs, who aim to violate the taboos that have been put in place. And at the centre of it all is Liu, who will uncover the truth at any cost, and Tough, who will take out anybody in their way. What are they planning? What kind of expression are they hiding behind those masks?”

The Subject simply grins widely in response. The Interrogator can only grimace back at him before he is interrupted by the phone as it begins to ring.

“Hello? …W-- What!?”

In a panic, the Interrogator rushes to switch on the nearby monitor. The television feed springs to life, proudly displaying a group of NoIDs wearing yellow raincoats and masks breaking into a government residence. More images appear in succession - the forgery of famous artworks, the destruction of the slums with no regards for its residents - truths that the authorities had a great interest in suppressing, now being laid out for the world to see.

“Stop the broadcast! Right now!”

As the Interrogator shouts into the receiver, the Subject brings his fists down on the desk. The sound of his handcuffs hitting the surface rings out once, then twice, then many times in succession. And then, as if in response to his call, the same sound begins to resound through the walls - hundreds of handcuffs beating against hundreds of desks in hundreds of instances of Room 101. The building is engulfed in a deafening noise.

── This is the noise of those left behind by society, shouting their opposition to the world. ──

[kxlinthesky]

Kuriyama Yuri needs to stop putting out bangers that drag me into new projects like this I swear -- 

[torikobako]

ハイド&ハイド / 柊キライ feat.吉乃 with.GABULI 【https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L59OJZo35l8&t=0s】

好きなデザイン故にお名前が分からないまま早期退場されて泣いている。

[ritsmew-sakunya]

music series with some connection to vocaloid have such a grip on me

[booler]

gabuli is a good url but noone knows about it

[red-dyed-sarumane]

@ the anon who mentioned fabric flower earlier. i did not realize there was a rin version i had only seen about wolpis singing it. best of both worlds very exciting

[wildcatfourteen]

What are some of your fav meiko songs??

i feel like a bad meiko fan tbh bc a lot of the genres she's used in arent my thing TT___TT but her voicebank is still my fave...

this producer SO AMAZING WITH HER??? LIKE SINCERELY THIS IS THE BEST USE OF MEIKO I'VE EVER HEARD im really impressed with the effects in this song in particular and they have a lot of nice tunes on their channel to check out!!!!!!!!

i also really liked the producer OPA in the 0-9 duo one of the best of the best with meiko.... i feel like these songs are older so theyre probably well known already but here are my faves: this this this

oh this one is fun too...... shake it up baby... a ha ha.... her laugh is cute in it -___-

im still listening to more of MINO U but they also have some nice meiko songs here's a recent one

her 15th anniversary song was sooooo cute n__n

ill post some songs including meiko with other voicebanks too:

fuck it up stickman!!!!!

this is such a classic it'd be a shame to not mention it i miss the older MMD models.....

one of the promotional music videos for that gabuli project used her with miku in a song and it was pretty neat

[pricechecktranslations]

Are there any other vocaloid/music projects besides evillious you enjoy? The only ones I've seen recently are gabuli and milgram, I'm not sure if theres any other big ones now.

Oh, let me think...

Parties are for Losers, Royal Scandal (though I don't really consider it a VOCALOID series given Luz covers all of them), Putin-P, the one Shama series, Records of Dolls Singing Certain Songs...

I think I wrote a comprehensive list a while back but I can't remember all of them. Those are the most recent, I think. Only Putin-P has VOCALOID characters in it, though.