#alnst oc: syd

[tsukacchako]

happy first night of hanukkah from me and my ocs :3

[neverforgetyou]

reach out a hand to the ends of my memory and quietly invite me to go where you are

kel by @ninewhordows

[neverforgetyou]

doing everyone cause heh why not

for season 10/sona season i think syd would be a meister? could be wrong tho idrk myself that well lmaooo

for season 40, cindy and brandon are meisters while willow is a weapon (willow would be like death the kids weapons with their twin)

for season 41, nariko and amane are meisters while hoshiko is a weapon (i feel like theyd all like share each other? like nariko and amane would use hoshiko cause their bond together is just that strong (idr the soul eater rules so if thats wrong then whoops))

for the others, theo and ankoku are both meisters (fun fact mha!ankoku and his relationship with his quirk is based off of crona so :3 funsies :3 and then theo has his soulmate shit with pale so teehee)

chat quickly is your alnst sona/oc a weapon or a meister in soul eater au

Inna is a meister but i fear both Nad and Macbeth are weapons

[doubtscomein]

A New Round is Loading In ..

This was a shitshow, to be quite frank.

A segyein in a round was uncalled for, but these were specific circumstances. At least, that's what Amia heard from the whispers before she stepped onto the stage.

This was all a lot for her to take in. She knew she'd have to go against Kel eventually, but Syd as well? All at once? They were calling it a revolutionary moment in Alien Stage.

Her steps were careful, slow, as she approached her microphone on the stage. With an outfit that made her look as if she was an angel, she knew she was considered favored.

A glance at the two across from her gave her all the determination she needed, though.

Grasping her microphone, she turned to them, a smile on her face.

To sing with her friends for one final time...

It was all she could ask for.

( SYD ; @loveaboveeverything | KEL ; @ninewhordows )

[suchimpossiblebliss]

consume me, yes, me, oh oh

[imperfectnothing]

Kay's intimacy levels (inspired by @apriciticreveries)

Note: this might be a lil bit smaller than Apri's, simply because Kay as a person doesn't have many friends and he's not very good at maintaining relationships!!

Also his percentages are going to be on the lower end for most people and that's because of his own person issues around relationships- not at all indicative of him disliking someone!!

(in alphabetical order) (if there's anyone who i missed who wants to know theirs, put it in the tags or replies and i will do it special!)

Akane (@aakaneeee) - 30%

They're so articulate, I admire how well they explain their thoughts, and they're considerate and understanding, too? It's really quite impressive. I always enjoy talking with them in our classes.

Airin (@apriciticreveries) - 80% (views him as a little sibling)

You've grown up so beautifully. Every time I see you, my chest aches, and I reach out a hand only to withdraw it. You don't seem to need me, anymore. I should not weigh you down with my worries and my love, no matter how much I wish to wrap you up in my arms and protect you from the bitterness of the world. I'm sorry for everything. You deserve better than me.

Aoki (@bluemoonscape) - 95% (boyfriend)

Despite my responsibilities, he knows, and I am plagued with unimaginable guilt. He has lost so much and all of it is my fault. He told me he would stay, but I can't help but wait for the day when he breaks his promise.

August (@junebluues) - 40%

He reminds me too much of myself and I worry for him, the shadows cast underneath his eyes, the hollowness in his gaze. He's a lovely fellow and he's so important to Airin, I would hate to see anything happen to him.

Daian (@apple8ees) - 95% (adoptive brother)

Maybe if I can prepare you for this world, you can survive to see it become better.

Ish (@chevalperd) - 30%

Nadohan's sweetest one. Ish is such a hopeful, bright light, sometimes so much so that it is blinding. I am glad you exist, and I'm sorry, if I've ever made you sad.

Kel (@sotogalmo) - 35%

So clever and creative. I fear for the day they squash your passion.

Nadohan (@alien-til-i-stage) - 55%

I do not know why you let me rely on you. I love you too much.

Para (@solei-eclipse) - 40%

You are truly one of the coolest people I know. It is an honor to know you at all. I hope you know how important you are, to all of us.

Plip (@awaggaa) - 50%

I can never tell when you are angry with me but nevertheless, I love you terribly. You are going to go so far, even if you don't believe it.

Starry (@starry-skiez) - 40%

Sometimes you scare me but only because I worry for you. You, too, remind me of myself. You are much more cheerful, though. You have more friends. Hopefully, you will not fall the way I did.

Sun (@paradisedisconcert) - 40%

Kind, thoughtful, and always manages to make me laugh. I hope I am not too much of a burden on your time.

Syd (@tsukacchako) - 30%

I'm sorry.

Toon (@nottoonedin) - 50%

I never want to meet you on stage, I know I would lose. The audience would see your brilliance and they wouldn't be able to take their eyes off of you. They would have to notice how amazing you are, no one can truly miss it.

Vant (@ivanttakethis) - 50%

Too kind to me, she makes me feel like I really might be worthy of this. I can't be worthy of this.

Zen (@zerostyrant) - 40%

I admire you and you care for D, so you can't be all bad. You don't seem to like me much, though, so I'll keep my distance for now.

[loveaboveeverything]

i'm so happy aha! happy go lucky me

@saccharinearia for chuu :3

[setupandtakedown]

HACKING SYSTEMS...

welcome to the sideblog for setup and takedown! this blog will be a central hub for all setup and takedown content

run by syd, amia and kel

[severedscales]

ABOUT: WILLOW

( @tsukacchako / @neverforgetyou )

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Ooh... Willow is kinda scary. In the beginning, at least! They're very tall, and they've got such long hair that covers them, like a tree! A willow tree!

They don't show a lot of emotion, and whenever I'm around them I wonder how I should go about interacting with them. Very stone-faced, seems really hard to impress. But it warms my heart whenever I see them around with Mill, they always seem to soften a lot more with him. What an unlikely yet wonderful pair.

Willow seems to carry an air of loss. Like someone's absence has left them hollow... In a way, I can imagine what that feels like.

...I know quite well what it's like to be hollow.

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In truth, I don't feel very strongly about Willow. We both simply mind our own, and in that I find a rare sense of peace that's so hard to come by within an environment such as this one. I find the indifference to be a gift.

It's a shame what happened to Riley, truly unfortunate. Yet the world stops for no one. We must keep working... I must keep working.

[astoryofsuchwoe]

" Bring me brightness... "

(pale ; @sotogalmo <3)

referencing this frame !

[tsukacchako]

mirror man

[neverforgetyou]

don't you know that you're my joy?

[sotogalmo]

11:46 (two days ago) — 7:12

"Face to Face, we dance—"

Mizisua cure, cured me of my writing slump I had. / Pale is a AREPH member, a group by @/bluemoonscape . Theo belongs to @tsukacchako , subtle Vic (always purple) mentions belongs to @astoryofsuchwoe / honestly this is short but I'm getting my writing back♥️

say thank you to toxic ysosu and the mizisua cure cover for helping me with writing this

Timeline— AREPH, around where Raon is 7. ~mild and subtle mentions of sexual content, child neglect, minor-minor mentions of torture, etc.

Just a conversation between Theo and Pale

"I still can't fucking believe you." Theo spat out, randomly as they both were in Pale's room. Nothing of the sorts, just both of them sitting together in silence. In different areas-

..Ah?

Oh.

This must be about Raon- sometimes Pale forgets about them. It's .. lightly interesting how Theo focuses on that ever since he told of them to him- not right out when they were born.

It was only a few minutes ago that he told Theo of it.

It would be embarrassing if he told him right away-

And I mean, he must've known a little bit. He probably heard how it went. Or not. He doesn't seem to be that type of nosey person anyway (he might be, but only for other things)

.. "About what?" Pale asked. Just for a slight confirmation, even if he already knew about it..? (He doesn't think about it all that much)

"Aug- you know!" He does know, he just wants confirmation. It's simple really

"The kid!", "what kid?"

"Your Kid!"

Ah, yes. So he knew for certain. Hm- that's not his first kid though—

"What's so unbelievable about it?" He might understand, only a bit if this fly explains it

"I just- ... You didn't seem like that type of guy, to do that." Slightly understandable. It felt .. nice though, for the later times. Once he got the hang of it— (all started because of how popular he became when he left)

"And- actually having a kid? Pointless. Disgusting!! We don't need them!" -and by 'them', Pale knows that he's moreso talking about humankind as a whole. To which, yes, Pale does agree, rolling his eyes at such a thing. But-

Theo scoffs.

"Having more just makes this unbearable."

Oh?

Now that intrigues Pale; why did he scoff? And how does it make it unbearable?

"Is it that bad that I have a kid?" Pale asked. Is that the ring that makes it unbearable?

"...." A small huff, out of his always plastered on smile (don't say this to anyone— but that smile.. as ever twisted it might be. is a comfort)

Theo just grumbled what he was going to continue it with. Which, is all fine- Pale doesn't care for the answer. But he- wants- to know.

So, Pale hums- and repeats his question

To try and get him to answer- because, what was he going to say? It sounded slightly interesting (or maybe it's because he grumbled it, and how it's human to want to know anything - everything and all of it all. Human nature to be selfish)

"is it that bad that I have a kid?"

Theo rolled his eyes, possibly knowing what it means whenever Pale hums (that's interesting~♥️, but maybe it's because he's always done that when they would do those "special" things, to others. Just because the 'guest' would be a bit too loud and Pale doesn't want to lose his hearing)- and repeating a question, so- with doing that. He just looked away and made sure his face wasn't visible to Pale (not like Pale cares)

"Not That .. unbearable....since they are yours."

[tsukacchako]

ankoku. next! /lhj

ankoku is not used to talking so hes very quiet and often struggles with speaking

which oc speaks so quietly you have to get closer in order to hear them?

[suchimpossiblebliss]

ENA-fied theo! pngs are under the cut :3

[neverforgetyou]

it'll stop any day now (any day now any day now)

Willow’s fingers found solace in the hem of their dark green dress jacket as they stood next to Guardian Bagzoi. The air around them was tense, a contrast to the wild excitement of the aliens below them. News anchors from stations across the galaxy were taking 20 pictures a second, the flashes from their cameras blinding the contestants on the platform.

The weight of the dress jacket on their shoulders sent goosebumps up their arms. They were used to loose sweaters, not fitted dress jackets and dress shirts. Their skin crawls at the layers of clothing on their skin.

Despite the eight of them having graduated and this being a professional appearance, the contestants were still required to wear their collars. Willow understood why, some of their classmates were a bit … unstable … and the event to come could trigger them. The plastic constricts around their neck, its clingy texture making it a bit hard to breathe.

Beads of sweat drip down their face, tickling their skin. They couldn’t tell if it was from the bright lights or their nerves.

They glance around at their classmates next to them, the eight of them in a line on a floating platform 10 feet off the ground. Some have wide smiles across their faces, others are anxiously sweating.

Standing to their right is Mill, graceful as ever. Smiling just right, the shine in his eyes glowing just right, his hands relaxed at his sides just right. Growing up as an idol has taught him how to perfectly present himself. His blue tendrils flow slightly in the natural wind, giving him an even more ethereal presence along with his white poet shirt and navy blue pants.

He glances at Willow, smiling a little wider when his gaze falls on them. He gives them a playful wink, the lighthearted action comforting them slightly. They nod their head back, the both of them looking forward as the voice of Keeron, the current owner of ALIEN STAGE, rings throughout the stadium.

“Hello fans from all over! Are you ready to see the bracket for season 40?” Keeron, like Guardian Bagzoi, is a slug-like breed of Lophrid, a type of sea alien that needs to spend a lot of time in water. His giant slug body moves right in front of the podium, standing in the center of the stadium and blocking them from seeing the crowd. He wears a stereotypical tuxedo, with a pin of ALIEN STAGE’s signature microphone on his chest pocket. He holds a matching one in his hand, one fit for his giant three-fingered hand.

He dramatically raises his hands up as the stadium erupts into cheers, the volume making Willow wish they brought earplugs. They wouldn’t be surprised if their ears bled by the end of the night; human hearing is significantly worse than alien hearing after all. The eight of them clap along with the aliens as a screen with the empty bracket appears behind them.

The wet, icky slime from Guardian Bagzoi’s tentacle triggers their body to tense the moment it hits their shoulder, already conditioned by the fear that always follows. The already tense air around them gets tenser, as if someone violently grabbed their throat and pulled them down. However, their body stood still, knowing the dangers of moving even a single inch.

“You know the rules.” His breath pulls the hairs on their neck up, standing as stiff as they were. Only Willow heard what he said, but his words echo in their ears like an alarm clock. Slime drips down their back under their clothes as they continue to face forward, not daring to risk it all and wipe it off. 

“Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for …” Keeron clears the mucus from his throat, adding suspense as he pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket. He starts to read out the rounds.

Willow’s body starts to strain as they hold in their anxiety, the urge to fidget becoming more and more desperate. Their face continues to break out in sweat as they wait for Keeron to call their name. Guardian Bagzoi’s arm still rests on their shoulder, adding to the dull invisible weight they feel on their chest.

Keeron keeps reading the rounds. “Round Three, Willow … Round Four, Mill …”

Immediately after announcing the final round of the first part, the aliens cheer louder than before, signaling to the contestants and their Guardians to turn around. Willow’s red hair sways as they slowly turn, trying to shove any hope they have out of them as their eyes gaze upon the eight profiles in the bracket. The light on each contestants' collar turns the color of blood, a sea of deep red glows against the big screen in front of them. The butterflies in their stomach rise up to their heart, flapping their wings against each beat.

‘I’m Round Three. If I win I’ll go up against … against …’ Their thoughts stop in their tracks as they take a closer look at the screen. Mill’s round is right after theirs, Round Four. If they win Round Three, and he wins Round Four then … then …

Willow spent the past 16 years of their life bored. They rarely show any emotion, they rarely feel any emotion. Now, on a 10 foot tall podium, their back to the entire galaxy, their face can’t control itself as it contorts into extreme shock.

The voices around them slowly fade out, leaving just the increasing beat of their heart. They instinctively clutch it, breaking Guardian Bagzoi’s rules as they dig their nails into the fabric of their black dress shirt.

They should have seen it coming. 

They recall a story Riley told them, about the beginning of Solaraith. Her small face was filled with a giant smile as she plopped the book right into their hands. Thousands of years ago, an army of aliens from hundreds of planets got together and took over Planet Earth, enslaving the human race. After the last human boarded their ship, they exploded Planet Earth right in front of them. Alien’s take whatever hope humans have and crush it right in front of them.

They should have seen it coming. Of course they would make them go up against their best friend, their everything.

After a few more words, news anchors bombard Keeron with questions as the contestants get ushered off the podium. Willow, towards the end of the line, glances over to hear one question.

“Keeron! Keeron!” A neon pink spider-looking alien with four long, furry legs and a giant horn on their head shoves four microphones in front of his face. “Rumor has it that ALIEN STAGE has gotten an even BIGGER budget this season, is this true?”

Keeron chuckles, his three eyes gleaming above his toothy grin. “Ah yes, we are so grateful for the increase in budget for this season and the seasons to come. We are using it to get better equipment for staging, costumes, and punishments. Yes, my team has come up with wondrous punishments for the losers of each round.”

The butterflies move up their throat as they enter the Cast Room, daring to exit. An explosion of voices fills the room, each contestant suddenly hit with the reality of their future. 

A tug of their arm makes them jolt, and they turn around to see Mill standing there behind them. “Willow …” There's a faint shimmer in his eyes, something inside of him desperately holding on to words neither need to say.

Their tongue sticks to the roof of their mouth, breath shallow and dry. The image of their potential matchup violently appears in Willow’s mind as they look at him. They don’t want to go against him. They don’t want them both to go at all. But this was their destiny, they had to.

They can tell Mill feels the same. The mingled voices in the room were loud, but his silence was louder. They both are forced to accept their fate.

They nod to each other as his Guardian softly leads him out of the room, silently agreeing that some space is needed between them to focus on their rounds. They watch as his back slowly disappears from their sight.

Normally, the idea of space from Mill terrifies them. The last time they took a break was when they were kids–right after Riley died and everything became too much. Those nights spent on the cold, hard floor of their dorm alone were nights they never dared to repeat again. 

But this time is different, a mutual acceptance and agreement for this break. Neither want to see the other unless it’s on their television screens.

The butterflies that once rested in their body are gone, driven out by the loud beat of their heart. They know what they have to do. They have to win this round. They have to have a final moment with Mill.

They start to think of potential ideas. Knowing Guardian Bagzoi, he will want them to do something out of their comfort zone. He will want them to do something outstanding, flashy and loud. They want to groan just thinking about it.

They quickly make a mental list of songs they could sing, songs that they and the aliens will enjoy. They also start to think of potential outfits. They look down at the outfit they’re currently wearing. The green dress jacket is no longer a burden on their shoulders, and the black dress shirt no longer clings to their skin. 

They know this confidence won’t last long in them. They are ready for the long, sleepless nights that the next few months will bring. Nights kept up from working, from fear, from despair.

Their hand tightens at their side, almost as if they were holding a small hand. Riley. Willow is still trying to wrap their head around her sudden disappearance. They assume it is a ghost thing that someone could explain to them, but they hope it is nothing bad for her. Maybe she just stayed too long. Or maybe it was her time to go.

Suddenly, Guardian Bagzoi wraps another tentacle around Willow’s head and shoves them out the door and into the cold winter air.

@waterydream for mill