#alnst oc: trix

[astoryofsuchwoe]

Happy (OC) Valentine's Day!

theo @tsukacchako ; pale + syona @sotogalmo ; aristea @kyokills

[neverforgetyou]

... am i still young?

tw // implied suicide

I pity you.

You, a shining star in this darkness we call life.

So naïve. Don’t you know?

This is where we come to die.

Whether it’s within these walls, or on the stage.

They feast on our suffering.

They will destroy you.

Don’t you know?

The pain that comes with all this?

You watched it on TV,

A “bonding activity” with your “mother” you called it.

Have you ever felt that pain before?

Your bright smile makes me think you haven’t.

Trix understands,

The scars on her body showcase

The suffering caused by segyein.

I’m sure An knows,

But, like you, she doesn’t know.

I do.

You’re so caught up in the thrill of it all,

The excitement of being in your favorite “show,”

That you haven’t even considered it yet:

Why would they send someone who can’t sing

To compete in a life or death singing competition?

…

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry to be the one to break the news to you.

I’m sorry for the secrets I’ve been hiding.

I’m sorry for not confiding in you like you confide in me.

Cindy,

I’m sorry,

But I

Can’t

Take this

Anymore

…

Trix.

An.

Please … take care of her for me

Goodbye.

an and trix by @astoryofsuchwoe tags: @imperfectnothing @eventseraphim

[tsukacchako]

your friends smile warmly behind you.

trix and an by @astoryofsuchwoe

[doubtscomein]

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AUTISM

[sotogalmo]

8:08

~14 hours and 26 minutes long / Title is possibly a lyric from a MILGRAM song (I dunno tho, since I've only listened to two songs) — @astoryofsuchwoe (art is by her!) (more will be added so the time might not be right)

We also can't have Vic without his sister!

~14 hours and 27 minutes long / Title is possibly a lyric taken from a MILGRAM song — @/astoryofsuchwoe (more will be added so the time might not be right)

[cloverandstuff]

I made sketches of @astoryofsuchwoe 's alnst oc's - Trix and An!!

(didn't get the chance to colour them but i hipe ya stil like them-)

[astoryofsuchwoe]

alnst oc makers. u should make headpat gifs of ur guys. very fun :3

(here's the link to the website :3)

[tsukacchako]

AWWWW THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!

If this is when theyre like teens, then i think cindy and brandon would go as friends since an and trix would go together (@astoryofsuchwoe ) but like the four of them would definitely dance together. cindy would also probably go around to everyone and compliment their outfits (she also probably made everyone a little flower corsages matching who their dates are beforehand). shes probably wearing a lavender flow-y dress (something similar to what i wore to prom). brandon would wear an average tux with like a lil headphones pin for funsies (and ofc his headphones actually on his head)

willow would either skip completely or just stand in the corner by themself. theyre def not a party person, but would go if someone convinced them to. if they go, they'd probably wear a dark blue-ish tux. if ankoku was a participant and went to anakt he'd probably do the same and wear just a normal tux :,] idk if its a blessing or a curse for him that he never went to anakt and experienced the horrors

for shits and giggles, @sotogalmo and amia if toxic ysosu's year had a prom theyd def go as a trio (or maybe pale would be with his ladies, but i feel like eventually hed get bored of them and hang with theo and vic). i can just imagine pale having to drag vic and theos asses out there T-T i think it would be silly if their prom is the origin of theos areph fit, him wearing something very similar and subconsciously holding it in his head until hes an adult and being like "i really liked that, im gonna wear it every day!"

can I start something. alnst oc anakt 39/40 prom. what would they wear. who would they go with. how would things play out.....

[neverforgetyou]

don't stop me now

“What were you thinking?” Vic says sternly. The members of Setup and Takedown who agreed to the mission are all hiding in an underground base near the main ALIEN STAGE building after Cindy’s unexpected derailment of their plans. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed!”

“You could’ve gotten us all killed,” Orian joins, standing up from her chair and walking over. She crosses her arms over her chest, a frown on her face. Vic does the same, the two of them staring down at Cindy.

A chill runs down Cindy’s spine under the weight of their glares. She can’t bring herself to look at them, her shoulders slump and fingers fidgeting in front of her. Her chest is heavy with shame, the anger and disappointment in their voices cutting deep. But despite it all, she doesn’t regret it. She NEEDED to talk to Brandon, and that was the only way she could think of.

After another hour of getting reprimanded by the group, Cindy heads to her room to think. The door slams shut as she rushes inside, warm tears falling down her face. She sits down in the corner, the sense of confinement grounding the messy thoughts in her head. She pulls out a steel flower from her pocket and fiddles with the metallic petals, her body gradually calming with each touch.

The image of Brandon’s performance is stuck in her head, replaying on loop. His skin was sickly, almost green. His eyes were cold and lifeless, despite the energetic tone of his act. And his singing … seeing him perform felt so wrong. He was like a puppet, a shell of the boy she once knew, moving and singing as if controlled by unseen strings.

Her fingers move more aggressively against the petals as more tears fall. “Brandon …” The knock at the door makes her tense up before she turns to see Trix enter, a look in her eyes. Cindy knows that look.

“Cindy–”

“Don’t. It’s no use. I already know what you’re going to say … I heard it for the past two hours.” She faces the wall again, wiping her tears, barely attempting to hide the fact that she was crying. 

The creak of a cot as Trix sits down breaks the silence. “Still, maybe you need to hear it again.”

“You should’ve seen him Trix … Up close … He looks nothing like him, but exactly like him at the same time.” She gets up and sits on her cot across the room from Trix’s, the cot squeaking loudly. She gives the steel flower a light kiss before putting it back in her pocket and looking up at Trix. “I just …. What did they do to him?” Warm tears fall down her cheeks. “I can’t get his face out of my head. I have to … I have to …”

The feel of Trix’s hand on her shoulder grounds her, as she starts to quietly sob. “I have to save him. But his face … the confusion on his face was so clear, Trix. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t remember. … I have to make him remember.”

“Cind–”

Adrenaline fills her body, her legs moving on their own as she stands up and starts pacing around the room. “His second round is not for a while, that’s plenty of time to think. I just need to figure out what will make him remember me, remember who he was.”

She looks at Trix, the air around her lively and bright. Her eyes are filled with a determination she thought she lost.

“I will save him Trix, I have to.”

@doubtscomein for vic and trix || @sotogalmo for orian and yuuki (implied)

[tsukacchako]

Me and My Broken Heart

Trix and Vic by @astoryofsuchwoe

[doubtscomein]

wanted to post my sketches of the s41 squad (+ others) >:3

and minwoo doodles on his own

[astoryofsuchwoe]

"Have you heard of that resistance group?"

CHAT.... THE RESISTANCE MY BELOVEDS. so sorry if any characters ive drawn are off at all FHBDKSNF

okay. trying to list them off ;

itsaso ; @lookatmysillies

nausikaa ; @rockwgooglyeyes

minerva ; @cloverandstuff

cindy ; @tsukacchako

felix, bastienne, orian and yuuki ; @sotogalmo

token ; @kyokills

vic and trix ; yours truly!

[astoryofsuchwoe]

I WANTED TO. MAKE A GOOFY SETUP AND TAKEDOWN ANIMATIC(?). SO HERE WE ARE. in my head this would be a "promo" video that turns into them goofing off

apologies for the tags/lh

nausikaa; @rockwgooglyeyes / itsaso; @lookatmysillies / felix, bastienne, orian, yuuki; @sotogalmo / cindy; @tsukacchako / minerva; @cloverandstuff / token; @kyokills / vic, trix; me

[astoryofsuchwoe]

babies ..

sorey for the tags </3

aristea ; @kyokills / cindy, brandon, theo ; @tsukacchako / pale, syona ; @sotogalmo / eun ; @mondaymelon / kei ; @apriciticreveries

[astoryofsuchwoe]

VIC ANGST CHAT‼️‼️🔥🔥

vic + trix ; yours truly

cindy ; @tsukacchako

token ; @kyokills

felix ; @sotogalmo

[astoryofsuchwoe]

Pain . . .

(i wasn't lying i had to make a drabble. vic gets shot in this one and im bad at describing pain. dividers by @/cafekitsune !)

(other characters mentioned are :: pale and felix ; @sotogalmo , theo and cindy ; @tsukacchako , token ; @kyokills )

Vic had never felt a pain as overwhelming as this.

He's felt pain before, obviously. When he was younger, he almost broke his leg during his first mission. He's been shot at before, stabbed a couple of times, definitely broke his arm once.

But nothing could really compare to this.

He had been ambushed on his mission, overwhelmed by the sheer number of guards that came after him. He definitely should have listened to Felix and at least brought back up, but he was too stubborn to do so. Too afraid to endanger anyone else.

And now here he was, bleeding out of his chest. The guards were incompetent, sure, but he was pretty sure they had punctured a lung, or at least the area around one.

It was excruciating. His vision faded in and out, his breaths coming out in shallow pants, a sweat building on his forehead as he stumbled his way back to the base.

He had to get back, he had to make it back home. He promised Cindy that he'd be there when she played her new piece. Promised Token that he'd let them try one of his cigarettes (but he obviously wasn't going to). Promised Trix that he'd return safely, even when they both knew that was never a certainty.

He struggled, clutching his chest as he stumbled about like he was drunk. He wished he was drunk. Maybe it could make him forget about the pain.

He collapsed when he was a couple blocks away from base. He knew that someone would find him eventually while on patrol. He just hoped it'd be soon.

He leaned against a building, attempting to catch his breath while the pain refused to cease. He gasped, and not for the first time, his life flashed before his eyes.

He could see the entire resistance, laughing and joking even when they were supposed to be taking their planning seriously. He could see his old groups, the kind adults that shared their bread with a stowaway like him. He could see Trix, clinging onto him after a particularly rough beating by their Guardian.

...He could see Theo and Pale, sitting with him in the grass, listening to his ramblings.

He didn't even realize it, but he was mumbling to himself. It was mostly nonsense, he was far too delirious to even think. But, as he was starting to black out, as he could see someone's faint figure, as he could hear his name being called, he could only mumble two old nicknames to himself.

"...Signs...Glasses..."

(signs and glasses are his nicknames for theo and pale <3)