#and I'll reach the unreachable star

[absenceisaformofwinter]

"...and I'll reach the unreachable star"

[firestorm09890]

hi can you tell me about limbus company specifically about don quixote and sancho. i’m trying to piece it together from context clues but i’m not doing well. basically as you may know i’m a huge mili fan and i’ve just been wanting to understand the context behind the song hero so i can appreciate it better

OMG I WOULD BE HONORED TO so the first thing you need to know is that Project Moon worldbuilding is a massive beast. There will be stuff I leave out because it's not entirely relevant to Hero, but I'll do the best I can to both explain everything and keep it "short".

...Not short enough that it can stay without a readmore.

The first thing you need to know is that most of the time in fandom, the name Don Quixote refers to this person

She is extremely passionate about justice and is described as someone who appears to be playing the role of a righteous knight.

Other important information here is that every playable character in Limbus Company has an icon

an associated emoji (🎠), an associated color (Oblivion Yellow; it's just the yellow above but the word Oblivion is important), an associated phrase ("To reach the unreachable star!"), and this thing called a personal EGO, which is basically a special attack that comes from the self or something. Don Quixote's is called "La Sangre de Sancho" and consists of her shouting "Onwards, Rocinante! Justice will prevail!", running at the enemy and stabbing a lance made of blood into them. Rocinante is the name of her shoes, but it was also the name of Don Quixote's horse in the book. This is what the art for that EGO attack looks like.

Lots of posters, she's playing dolls, you can ignore the barbed wire and bars on the windows because that's part of every personal EGO but you do not have to ignore the scary skeleton horse shadow or the fact that outside the window is a carousel where instead of horses, there are people impaled on sticks. This will all make sense later.

This is Sancho. She is the same person as the Don Quixote from above.

With Sancho, you might see someone else named Don Quixote, who looks like this

This white-haired man is the Don Quixote I will be referring to up until the yellow-haired girl takes his name.

Once upon a time, probably hundreds or even thousands of years ago, there was this vampire (henceforth called a "bloodfiend") named Don Quixote. He pulls inspiration from the literary Don Quixote but only some. He lived in a castle in the middle of nowhere by himself until the weight of his bloodthirst got to him and he went to go make some kindred to alleviate the pain (bloodfiends can each turn two people max into other bloodfiends, after that they kinda just become shambling zombies made of blood; the more generations a bloodfiend "family" has, the more spread out the collective bloodthirst gets, so it's in a bloodfiend's best interest to turn others). The first of Don Quixote's kindred was a woman named Sancho, who he found kinda just letting herself die in a ditch. He asked her to join him, and she accepted.

In Don Quixote, Sancho was Don Quixote's squire, who got roped into it by the promise that he would get an island to be the governor of. There's this whole thing in the book about Don Quixote's delusions becoming slightly more realistic as the story passes, while Sancho's ideals trended the opposite way. This will be important I promise.

Don Quixote made another kindred, and that kindred went on to make a bunch of other kindreds until there was a whole huge bloodfiend family living together in that castle in the middle of nowhere. Sancho was unusual for a bloodfiend, having no interest in making kindred herself and being far more skeptical of Don Quixote's whims than any bloodfiend (or squire) should be (they have an instinct to never go against the bloodstream). She was cold and distant from the rest of her family, except for DQ.

One day! A human knight appeared at the door! In the beginning Don Quixote didn't want her there but then she sparred against him to a draw (bloodfiends are EXTREMELY powerful, more powerful than humans) which made him gain a little bit of respect for her. This knight, Bari (not a character in Don Quixote, she has other shit going on), started regaling Don Quixote with tales of Fixers, humans in The City (Limbus Company's main setting) who are... essentially mercenaries but with class- once again a whole thing but essentially she got him thinking about knights and adventurers. She did this to inspire him to take the side of humans in a war against bloodfiends that was happening elsewhere, which he does. Sancho, who thinks Bari's stories are stupid and this interest is foolhardy, stands by his side in battle.

...But wait! Over time, Sancho too grows interested in Bari's stories, though she refuses to admit it. At one point Bari tells Don Quixote about amusement parks, which gets him thinking "waow maybe if we make an amusement park, my family of bloodfiends can coexist with humans!"

It was a lovely idea, and DQ and one of his lower kindred crafted this cool new thing called "hemobars" which were like a little bit of blood mixed with a bunch of other stuff to make a brick bloodfiends could eat to satisfy their need for blood. Guests would pay at the door in blood, and they would be made into hemobars to distribute to the bloodfiend family, who runs the amusement park.

Surprise surprise, the hemobars were not enough, and the family was getting restless. They wanted to drink blood so badly, but they couldn't go against Don Quixote's wishes because he's the patriarch. So, knowing that he was really into collecting cool artifacts, a few of the bloodfiends came up with a plan to even the playing field. They told him about the Helm of Mambrino, which makes anyone who wears it be perceived as being on the exact same level as those perceiving them, so they would be able to rebel against him (they did not tell him any of this aside from it being a cool helm). A wonderful adventure! And due to Sancho's interest in the knight stuff, the family did not tell her about the plan, and Don Quixote took her with him as his squire.

They did adventure stuff, at some point Don Quixote turned a pair of shoes he got into a powerful artifact named Rocinante that will be important later. Don Quixote wants Sancho to get into the spirit of things, Sancho says it's ridiculously juvenile but tries to speak like she's in Shakespeare anyways, it's all great. They get the helm.

And then when they get back to the amusement park, everything's in shambles. Bloodfiends eating people. Don Quixote, who presumably can't take off the helm because it's cursed or something, seals the entirety of the park off (he can do that because he made it out of his own blood. it's normal), trapping everyone inside so they can't hurt more humans, but...

He orders Sancho to leave first. She was wearing the shoes at the time and those shoes take her away even though she doesn't want to go and there's lots of screaming and crying and it's horribly tragic.

Super depressed, she asks Bari to take her to Lethe, the River of Oblivion, a magic river that will wipe her memories. There's this whole thing about how drinking from the river hones some of your thoughts into a mad obsession which is only a tad relevant (correction: turns out this is a different tributary of the one big river. Lethe is also a tributary. she just glanced at this one, mirae-mirae, and actually drank from lethe) She loses her memories and goes to live alone in a lighthouse in the vast outskirts surrounding the City.

I'm so sorry this was entirely backstory so far.

Cut to 200 years later, Sancho has been basically playing dolls by herself this whole time. Her obsession focuses entirely on Fixers, the sorts of heroes her father (oh yeah that's how bloodfiends work, the guy who turned her is her father now) used to love. She's silly now! She's believing the posters are talking to her! She doesn't know about the unglamorous, "hired mercenary" part of Fixer life, believing everything they do is for justice. After 200 years, this guy shows up to recruit her for Limbus Company and she accepts- at this point, she's forgotten her name, but she also hasn't taken off Rocinante, and who's name is written on Rocinante? ...Why, Don Quixote, of course! So she takes the name Don Quixote for herself.

In Limbus Company (company) she's extremely loud and passionate and will rush forward to fight for justice which causes problems for the team more than once. But the thing about Limbus Company is that everyone on the LCB team has to face their past for their mission to collect these things called Golden Boughs, and her turn eventually comes up. Coincidentally, the amusement park her father built has reappeared in the middle of the City, and it's luring people in.

She goes into this mission completely unaware of its connection to her, even as people recognize her and one guy actively tries to remind her of her past. In fact, she's extremely enthusiastic about vanquishing bloodfiends for their evil deeds. Eventually, though, there are circumstances that lead her to a point where she can't turn away subconsciously anymore, and she dismounts Rocinante (read: takes off her shoes)

The thing about Rocinante is that they have been binding her bloodfiend traits this entire time, and because she was wearing them when she drank from the river, taking them off means she remembers everything. And then she sees her father, the original Don Quixote, who, at this point, has been stabbed with thousands of stakes and is sort of merged with the ferris wheel and the Golden Bough that Limbus Company seeks is stabbed into him as well, which is a whole nother can of worms we don't need to get into

Okay at this point Sancho declares her 200 years as Don Quixote to be a dream that has ended. She fucks off to go be with her father in the center of the dungeon that's formed due to the Golden Bough, and the LCB team, the rest of our protagonists, chase her. A few other things happen but she's mostly bitter and sad.

Old Don Quixote, in his 200 years of being trapped with his starving bloodfiend kindred who have stabbed him a thousand times, has decided that his dream is dead too. There is no way humans and bloodfiends can coexist. The amusement park would have never worked. What's important now is that he feeds his family.

Unfortunately, the LCB's other objective aside from obtaining the Golden Bough is to apprehend the creator of the amusement park- Don Quixote. Sancho, ever loyal, stands in their way. There's this really long battle and whole sequence where they eventually break through to her- they remind her she's never been alone (Bari, the knight, was answering every single letter Sancho wrote to her Fixer idols. don't ask how she's still around), they remind her that the dream is still alive, and even though her father no longer believes in it, it really did become hers. Sancho struggles with the idea that the past 200 years was just a dream- even though she remembers everything from before that now, she can't just forget what she did then. That was also her. There's a cool part of her battle theme where her introductory line from the beginning of the game is incorporated into the music but cuts off before she can say her name. Anyway eventually she decides she'll give moving on with her new friends, the LCB, a chance.

Which means now she's standing against the original Don Quixote. This is the battle where Hero plays. I wish I could get into battle mechanics but that would make this explanation wayyyyy too long. He fights them all, and he's so powerful that eventually he almost kills all of them (including the narrator, who revives all the others; if they die, it's over for good), but Sancho stands in his way. They do an awesome anime clash, with Sancho using an upgraded version of her personal EGO (there is a qte. this game does not do qtes. it's supposed to represent her no longer galloping alone on Rocinante, but together) and Sancho wins. Everything that happens after is no longer relevant to Hero but I'll tell you anyway, as Don Quixote lays dying, he dissolves the amusement park (literally. into blood rain), Sancho cries over him, decides to put back on Rocinante and become the "new" Don Quixote, the one the dream will live on within.

WITH THAT CONTEXT GO FORTH!!!

Also the boss fight itself is long as fuck so the mix made to emulate the in-game experience is 23 minutes long but I can show you the cutscene featuring the final clash (only 2 minutes long), which starts from the line "Stand up, gallop on" and is so fucking awesome and imo seeing what's happening during "I am my biggest fan, I am my biggest fan" is peak

This is the in-game mix if you want it lmao

[contraryclock]

stupid ass Don Quixote ramblings

hi this is my first tumblr post but i really wanted a good place to put this

spoilers for all of current limbus company, including Murder on the warp Express, the Don Quixote book (( kinda )), and a musical (( i'll get there ))

please humor this deranged rant about a character i havent read the source book of

so basically ive had a theory since Don was even teased that she's less so based on book Don Quixote and moreso based on the Man of La Mancha musical which is. an insane thing to suggest but hear me out here (( ive since changed how i word my stance to the much more mild "it will most likely delve into the themes of both works and reference both" because suggesting they would discount the book entirely is TRUE insanity ))

her quote (( from teaser tweets that i cannot find anymore? they seem like they were deleted which sucks )) was "To reach the unreachable star!" or something which is notably not a quote from the original book ((as far as im aware at least?)), and suggests. a lot i think!

One of the most notable differences between Man of La Mancha and the original Don Quixote is their tone and attitude towards Quixote. In the original text, he's shown to be a fool who is ignorant to the vastly more interesting world around him, and prefers to instead sink deeper into his delusions of reality equating to chivalric literature. This makes sense as Don Quixote was written as a parody and mockery of the genre

La Mancha is, notably, much more forgiving on Quixote's character, showing that while still a fool, and his insanity often detrimental to those around him, he is still a good person at heart and that he truly wishes to pursue this justice he posits

I usually say it as "Don Quixote is about how reality is beautiful, and La Mancha is about how sometimes one should strive to make reality a little more fantastical" although i dont know if that. is the most accurate comparison. both Don Quixote and La Mancha have a lot of themes and stuff going on

one of the things that made me scream was learning about "Miguel" being written on don's LCB combat spritesheet instead of her listed name

which if you've seen or read a summary of la mancha is a huge alarm bell

In La Mancha, the whole thing is shown as a Play within a Play

Miguel de Cerventes is sent to prison, awaiting trial by the inquisition, and is tasked with defending himself in a mock trial with the other prisoners so they dont take his belongings. His defense is Don Quixote, Man of La Mancha! With the prisoners acting out the various roles he assigns them, and him acting as the leading man, Don Quixote himself!

that was most of the things that made me think "Oh, maybe it'll be La Mancha!" and then this happened

and i sort of lost my god damned mind

because like what if this is miguel... what if shes simultaneously playing out her life as don quixote as a her delusion, and as her dream, but also as a statement...

idk but this isnt JUST about Man of La Mancha bc i think this has a few implications for how don's canto is going to go

In both don quixote and la mancha, they send someone to cure quixote of his delusions

The final thing they try is setting up an act where a "Knight of Mirrors" duels with Quixote, which ends up working.

The Knight forces Quixote to see how he is perceived by others, to see the truth that he is no knight.

ignoring the stuff with vampires and mirrors for a second, i feel like this could be more mirror world shenanigans, where either the knight IS a mirror world don quixote, or is someone who will show her mirror worlds. Whatever that will imply!!! i dont know its exciting!!!!!

Her being absurdly old and powerful, plus bloodfiends having a whole familial adjacent hierarchy makes me think theres a LOT of bloodfiends out there that would want her back

I dunno!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im insane!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! i just wanted to get my thoughts out before her canto actually happened so i can say that i did indeed have an opinion on this

-limbus assets taken form Lunartique's asset google drive go look at it -text written by me and not proofread

ok thanks bye dont follow me byeee byeeeeee

[komododad1]

To dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foe To bear with unbearable sorrow And to run where the brave dare not go To right the unrightable wrong And to love pure and chaste from afar To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star This is my quest To follow that star No matter how hopeless No matter how far To fight for the right Without question or pause To be willing to march, march into Hell For that Heavenly cause And I know if I'll only be true To this glorious quest That my heart will lie peaceful and calm When I'm laid to my rest And the world will be better for this That one man, scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage To reach the unreachable The unreachable The unreachable star And I'll always dream the impossible dream Yes, and I'll reach the unreachable star

[deeable]

some cloti quotes because i miss them

🐬my heart races when i see cloud - it’s not because i like him that i get nervous and can’t speak well. i admire him. he’s something beautiful and out of reach. like the stars.

🐬she'd discovered that cloud - the quiet neighbor who had always seemed as unreachable as the stars - was just a normal boy like any other. she'd come to understand that she did like him. and it was that special kind of "like" the one that ties up your heart, making you yearn to be with that person for the rest of your days.

🐬just promise me one thing. when we're older, and you're a famous soldier... if i'm ever trapped or in trouble, promise you'll come and save me.

🐥i'll become tifa's strength. this is the only proof for me that i am really cloud.

🐥but you said, 'long time no see, cloud' right? those words will always support me. i am the one you grew up with. i'm cloud of nibelheim. no matter what anyone else says to me, it's your opinion that counts.

🐬words aren't the only way to tell someone how you feel.

🐬but that's all right, even if no one comes back. as long as i'm with you... as long as you're by my side... i won't give up even if i'm scared.

🐥don't worry. it'll be okay. i'll make a big enough ruckus for the both of us.

🐥you're much more cheerful and strong. if you've forgotten the way you were then, i'll be there to remind you.

🐥after this... i think i'll be okay. because i have you this time.

[yuriko-mukami]

Winter Stars

Diabolik Creations Challenge 2025

Here's my first art piece and story for the challenge. If I can, I'll try to make these every month. This is a side story for my future fic Their Elysium. It only has slight spoilers for the mentioned fic and is mostly of its own thing. So you can read it without worrying about spoiling the main course.

As always, comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated. 🩵

Eden’s library was as quiet as always. While Ruki was going through the shelves, trying to find the information he needed for Shu’s plan, Yuriko allowed herself to pick up the tomes that seemed to be written in Japanese. Mind you, there were quite a lot. The fact she found peculiar. She hadn’t known the late Vampire king too well, but it seemed that the man had enjoyed books from human authors surprisingly much.

With a pile, Yuriko roamed toward an armchair in the corner of the library. She laid the pile on the table and snatched the first book in her hands, sinking into the depths of the chair. It was a collection of short stories from past times, Five Women Who Loved Love it said on the cover.

Diving into the stories, Yuriko enjoyed Ruki’s footsteps that strolled through the room and his occasional deep breaths. Not that she wanted him to stress over the task that she could not help him with, but after all they had been through, this quiet time in the slowly decaying castle was surprisingly pleasant and peaceful.

Or she had simply come to terms with the turmoil they constantly were in.

“Did you find something interesting to read, my angel?”

Yuriko blinked, tearing her gaze from the page she had been eyeing. Ruki was standing right next to the table, his hair messier than usual. Yuriko could imagine every moment he had been running his fingers through it while trying to solve all the problems that lingered around the castle.

“Umh… I guess so. These stories are quite intriguing…” Yuriko smiled over the book.

“I can see you chose several titles. Are you perhaps assuming we will spend a lot of time here?” There was a hint of amusement in Ruki’s voice. At least he was in a good mood.

“Will we not then?” Yuriko tilted her head while keeping her gaze on the Vampire.

Ruki was quiet for a moment, picking up a book from the table. Winter Stars – a poetry collection from an unknown poet Yuriko had considered reading next. There was a bookmark ribbon hanging between the pages, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Karlheinz had marked a specific piece of poetry with it.

“This might indeed take a while,” Ruki said finally, opening the book from the marked page. “While I’m sure the state of Eden has something to do with Shu inheriting that man’s powers, I still have not figured out the deepest layers of the original plan.”

“The one related to Yui-san?” Yuriko moved her short story collection to the table.

Ruki nodded. “I talked with Shu recently. He wants me to go through the Medical Department of the castle as well. There could be some answers.”

The mere thought of the Medical Department of Eden sent shivers down Yuriko’s spine. That was where the bioweapon had been cooked, right?

“Do not worry. I have no intention of taking you there. You can stay here and read.” Ruki turned his gaze to the book and remained staring at it for a little while. Finally, he shifted and recited the words:

Winter stars Distant and cold Like your heart When it refuses mine

Winter stars Sparkling, yet far away Like your gaze When it avoids mine

Winter stars Unreachable and repulsing Like your embrace When it slips from mine

You are a star in my sky Distant and cold Sparkling, yet far away Unreachable and repulsing Never can I catch you Never are you mine Unless I reach those remote realms of your mind

“Hmph, such a gloomy statement. You should not devour something like this.” Ruki slapped the cover shut and tossed the book back on the pile. He roamed around the armchair, behind Yuriko and placed his hands on her shoulders, slowly sliding her pink cardigan and the strap of her top down her upper arm.

“Umh?” Yuriko peeked up, meeting the darkened gaze of her loved one. “I… I find the shadows often more fascinating than light…”

Ruki cleared his throat. “Perhaps I should simply embrace your yearning for darkness, for it is without a doubt one of the reasons you were drawn to me.”

Yuriko swallowed a comment about how Ruki had pulled her in almost forcefully and smiled at him. “Yes, yes, you should indeed.”

“As you wish.” Ruki leaned in, caressing Yuriko’s lips with his.

The kiss was soft and gentle, making Yuriko quiver from head to toe as she tilted her head backward and answered the smooch. She laced her fingers with Ruki’s hair, pushing a bit closer still while allowing her lids to slide down. Surrendering to the serene suckles, she felt how warm spread through her and nestled deep within her heart.

Never would Yuriko be a distant star, never would she be cold. She would not refuse Ruki but would give herself fully to him. Everything in her was his.

A sudden light tickled against Yuriko’s closed eyes, and at that very moment, Ruki gasped, breaking the smooch.

“What in the name of –?”

Ruki’s words made Yuriko finally open her eyes. Gaping, she stared at the blinking stars around them. They expanded all over the room, rising from the table.

“Oh my gosh! What is this?” Straightening her body and letting go of Ruki, Yuriko rushed to lean closer to the view.

“Yuriko! Do not –!” Ruki grabbed the sleeve of Yuriko’s cardigan, but just then she felt another pull as if something was taking hold of her body. Stars whirled around her, coating everything with their light until there was nothing but sparks all around her.

[dwoality2123]

Stars Like Freckles

You're like the stars, did you know? Maybe you've heard it a couple dozen times, I'm sure, with your countless freckles mirroring the stars. I'm sure that you've been compared to those balls of gases more than thrice in your lifetime and, surely, it'll happen again. As long as freckles dot your skin like constellation tattoos the sky.

You shine just as brightly as the twinkling and glinting flecks in the sky. As I stare into the calm visage of night sky, my thoughts can only circle around you. I reach out my hand as if wanting to touch the stardust.

How idiotic.

As if one can merely reach the unreachable with sheer will and desire. As if anyone is worthy enough to touch the stars...especially someone so bathed in sin as I am, so covered in the filth that I cannot even distinguish where I am underneath the grime.

I stretch my hand out and tears prick the corners of my eyes. In the patterns of the stars, I see the silhouette of you. I see your ginger hair, flowing in the wind, your cloak billowing around you like some fairy tale hero.

You turn your head and I see your dazzling grin, the corners of your lips pulled taut with the joy pouring out your pores. How easy it is for you to smile as if I never see your eyes dim and darken with insecurities and doubts and fears. How easy it is for you to smile despite baring all the scars you do.

Ironically, I will claim, with all my arrogance and pride, that I know you better than those flocking to you. Maybe in another life I can be by your side as well. In another life, I can tell you that I see you and you see me. In another life, you'll direct that smile to me without snark.

But that life is not for this universe. And I will forever be stuck in a place where I can only admire you from a far. Where I can only smile as I see your smarts at play, or when I catch the fleeting whispers of your conversations. The way you blabber on and on about things and the way you'll scold your friends and be the moral compass.

Sometimes, I will watch you and be pulled out of my paradise with reminders of what this life entails. I'll watch as you turn to me, my heart will flutter for a milisecond and my hopes will soar like eagles and my life would seem brighter, and watch the way your grin drops into a sneer and your jovial eyes will narrow with hatred and anger.

You'll sneer at me and my heart will shatter into a million pieces for the millionth time and I will put it back again as I always do, with my heart gaining another crack as it holds on in all of it's cracked and chipped and broken glory.

In another universe, you'll turn to me and smile wider. My heart will flutter. Maybe I'll stutter. But you'll be happier.

In this universe, I can only stargaze.

[duaansari]

Roses grow in our garden with thorns that only prick me.

After sometime things don't hurt the way they are meant to. Like I worked really hard, I burned very bright but in the end before even reaching near about my destination I just turned into ashes. This didn't hurt at all; it was suppose to, wasn't it? I watch and sleep these days with nothing to wake for. I dance and listen to songs these days like it's all I have to do. What happened? How? When did it turn like this?It turned out like this because -

My chest is more straved than my stomach, so I don't get hungry easily but I do look for love on every food plate, on every shelf, under the bed but love sleeps in the bed with my parents and it seems unreachable. I faint multiple times a day and come to sense on my own nobody comes to save me. And I call this taking responsibility of my own. I faint and I get up like nothing happened and my mother from the kitchen tells me to go and sit for study. My father is worried about the furniture after he hears the noise of my head hitting the chairs as I get knocked down by my responsibility and I lay there with my bloody head. I don't tell them I fell they'll probably scold me for not eating. I really like being reduced to bones if my home can feed me love on spoon. As my bones are really hungry for reason to continue this life. I just let it slide when without any reason I can hear my heart beating so hard that it would jump out of my body if I let my bones lossen a bit. The bones, the blood and the veins that mades up my body sometimes feel suffocating. These bones have trapped my soul from becoming one with the sea. My family members say hard work is the only way to success and I pay for that hard work with my mental health. I wouldn't flich if a truck is on its way to hit me I would stand their to hug my death and let it take me away from here as I'm looking for a way to die these days without making it look like a suicide.

People say I'm mad, Maybe, I'm. Who thinks that flowers on grave are the most beautiful thing to gift someone ?Me. Who thinks kiss is the Intialisation of cannibalism? Of course, me. From where do I got all these ideas? Probably books, poets, loving death and being alone. But, oh! did anybody tell you wild flowers can grow from somebody's death body and the same flower can be grown with pure soil and immense love. Does it matters that emerging out of dead body will make the flower less beautiful? Does it makes the flower less vibrant? NoDo the flowers that bloom on the grave look less of a miracle?So why does it matter that I'm dreaming about stars while living in gutter? Or I'm the lying on floor dreaming to be a moon? Why does it matter that I'm not like others? Does it makes me wrong?Does it make me worse that I'm less beautiful?I'm not beautiful them or like the sunlight that warms your eyes. I'm beautiful like the red blood in your veins that keeps you warm from dying. I have became different. That's it. That's why things don't hurt me anymore now. I have came really far from the body that I loved. I have ended up running away from my own prayers as they were not mine they were of this society. I have made a home out of town in my heart where I live to my content so nothing hurts me other than myself. And it's fine.

Only I can hurt myself a lil by lil and call it trauma from others. Growth feels like loss. And look for those lil pieces desperately that I broke myself and be angry on everyone around me. Its like the abused became the abuser. I became the flowers field before storm. It's just like this.The storm will come and I'll be gone. Quietly. Awfully quitely.

-Dua Ansari, excrept from Crying bones bleed love.

[maydayissleepy]

With the semester ending I've got more free time but not more free energy,,, so I've been thinking about music again can't you tell

Anyway. Here's that Starset lyrics I relate to the twins post I promised like a month ago. Most of it is based on my own thoughts about them and my au tbh

And these won't include Every song in each album obviously but I do reccomend listening to them all anyway if rock is your genre

ALBUM- Transmissions

Down with the fallen- (listen recommended)

- includes guttural scream

No particular lyrics I'd like to point out, however because the lyrics suggest the singer is seeking some sort of support for uncertainty, has fallen to a low point in life, has themes of identity in war/death, I will deem it Acronix core

Halo-

While majority of the song is not stuff I'd totally associate with either of the twins, I do enjoy a few sets of lyrics for Acronix

[If it means the death of me, I won't let go]

[If you just say the word

I'll be there by your side]

Carnivore-

. Morro song actually

It has begun-

YEAH!! TWINS LORE CORE!!

[But everyone knows by now

Fairy tales are not found

They're written in the walls]

[But nothing could ever stop us

From stealing our own place in the sun

We will face the odds against us

And run into the fear we run from]

My demons-

Acronix core just by the name. I mean c'mon.

Antigravity-

Krux core just a touch, mainly because of the beginning  verse

[The more I fight, the more I work

The more I dig into the dirt

To be fed up, to be let down

To somehow turn it all around

But then fate knocks me to my knees

And sets new heights beyond my reach]

The future is now-

Just this one lyric for Krux. As a treat

[I have half a life to rewrite]

Point of no Return- (listen reccommended)

!! Acronix core fr !! A song about being drawn to fight? Absolutely

[There's a memory of how we used to be

That I can see through the flames]

[Embracing the fear, chasing the fight

The glow of the fire will light up the night

The bridges are burning, the heat's on my face

Making the past an unreachable place

Pouring the fuel, fanning the flames

I know, this is the point of no return

It's uncontrollable

Such a beautiful desire

There's something sinister about the way it hurts

When I watch it burn

Because I can't go back

The ashes call my name]

Not included in what I relate to the twins, but I still highly reccomend listening to- Let it die & Telescope

ALBUM- Vessels

Satellite- (listen reccommended)

Okay for this one I'll drag my ocs into the mix, because for these specific lyrics I'd associate with Krux/Roya

[Far across the emptiness I walk the night

And search the silence in the dark you left behind]

[And I won't suppose to know why you walked away]

And. These lyrics I don't relate to anything but they're some of my favorite ever so perceive them anyway

[I seek the stars above the world to be the guides

But they all pale against the light in your eyes]

Frequency- (listen reccommended)

-Includes guttural scream

Actually. More Krux/Roya stuff

[I was scanning through the skies

And missed the static in your eyes]

[And now the silence screams that you are gone

You've tuned me out, I've lost your frequency]

[These memories

They never leave]

Into the unknown-

-includes guttural scream

The beginning verse is actually Acronix in the time vortex guys

[Dislocated

Self is fading

Falling back from what I was

Flying through existence

Tumbling towards a burning sun

Something screaming in the distance

Telling me to come

It's calling me]

Gravity of you- (! LISTEN RECCOMMENDED !)

HOLY SHITTT

Intro verse? Time twins and the iron doom.

[There's a silencing

As the machine arrives here

I feel it pulling me

I feel the past that's died here

I hear it calling me

"You can come alive here"

I hear it beckoning

Until I am inside]

[A new world is breaking]

Noww the rest of this is Acronix and Cyrus stuff for my au. Because Ow

[I feel you here with me

When all the hope has died here

It's boring holes in me

Enough to get inside]

[To fall in the star is to be nothingness

To escape is to be empty

Fall into the star and then we won't exist

Or escape into the nothing

Your sky

The beauty alone is worth it

I will risk it all to own it]

Back to the Earth-

Not much here because its mainly a song for the instrumentals, but I always associated it with Acronix in the time vortex. The end is so GOOD though. Goddamn can Starset can make a cinematic song

Last to fall-

Krux lryics? Krux lyrics.

[This world is changing

But I'm still the same]

Bringing it down- (listen reccommended)

-includes guttural scream

Ooh okay so Roya lyrics. About Krux

[There's something inside you that isn't right

There's something that haunts your dreams at night

There's something that you have lost

And you're bringing it down

You're bringing it down

On top of us]

Monster-

In a shocking turn of events, song named Monster has. Krux associated lyrics??

[I've made an art of digging shallow holes

I'll drop the darkness in and watch it grow

My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul

Who knew the emptiness could be so cold?

I've lost the parts of me that make me whole]

Telepathic- (Listen Reccommended)

Pov Acronix has a crush on Cyrus but he doesn't know what the hell that feeling IS and he thinks he just wants to be Really Good Friends with Cyrus because he's Smart

[You had me under spell right from the start

I don't have a telepathic heart]

[But I don't ever know just what we are

I don't have a telepathic heart]

[Give me the words to say to make it enough]

[Should've never felt this way

Cause you're the sun and I'm just a moon

I'm in the dark 'till you light the way]

Everglow- (you already KNOW listen reccommended)

-30. Second. Long. Scream. What more can I say

I dont even relate the lyrics to either of the twins but the scream holy hell. Immediately Acronix core

Not included in what I relate to the twins, but I still highly reccomend listening to- RICOCHET!!!!!

ALBUM- DIVISIONS

(Btw this is when they started giving each of their songs individual symbols. GOOD SOUP)

Echo-

I'm finding many more sets of lyrics for Krux rather than than whole songs like with Acronix. Probably because Starset is more themed with futuristic/Space stuff. Anyway. Specific lyrics for Krux again. And Roya. They've been on my mind alot recently ok

[I know life is a journey

So what happened to me?]

[I know life is a journey

But you gave up on me early

Tell me, why were you in such a hurry?

I don't know, I don't know]

*skips basically the entire album*

Diving Bell- (! Listen Reccommended !)

Oooooh ow wait okay Actually. Actually. Krux core. Breaking news this hits closer to how I imagine him dealing with his problems more than I ever imagined

Just. The entire song ok (except for versions with the "wake me when the new day comes" bit at the end. Ignore that)

Songs I don't particularly relate to the twins but I still recommend listening to- Other worlds than these, Faultline, Telekinetic

ALBUM- HORIZONS

Devolution- (listen reccommended :) )

-includes guttural scream

Krux lyrics yippee!

[We've been burying the pages

We've been trying to erase this

Built a wall between the truth and us

And it's not enough]

Symbiotic- (listen reccommended)

I have no good reason to call this one Acronix core but I will and you can't stop me

Dreamcatcher- (listen reccommended)

Cyrus song Actually. I relate it to how the Overlord stuff in season 3 effected him, it likely making him much more cautious about how he's developing his technology and keeping it out of the wrong hands, likely feeling a sort of duty or obligation to do so and work even harder because of the trouble it had already caused ninjago.

[I know I can't fix what's broken

If I just pretend to try

I'll follow the path I've chosen

Searching in the endless night]

Something Wicked-

-includes guttural scream

For Krux, It was mostly here for some stuff for an early draft of my au but there's still alot about it that I love

[I've been digging through the dirt that was left behind

I've been dredging through the mud for it]

[How can I tell if the sky is falling?

How can I fix what there is no mending?

How can I tell if I am not well?

I've lost myself

I have come undone]

[And all of the horses

And all of the men

Won't put it back in place

Or bury it where it had been

When all of the forces

Have been overrun

You'll whisper, serpent tongue

What you fear you have become]

Songs I don't relate to the twins but still reccommend listening to- Icarus, Infected, The Breach, and Otherworldly.

And a NOTE about Otherworldly, Has one of the song bits ever, 2:57 to 4:10. Good Soup.

I'm not gonna go into their singles or MNQN for now but perhaps in the future

[p0tasiu]

YOU SAY IT'S NOT WORTH IT, BEEN BURNED TOO MANY TIMES

YOU SAY YOUR SPINE'S RECEEDING, YOU CAN BORROW SOME OF MINE

DON'T GO AND QUIT RIGHT NOW, I'D FOLLOW YOU THROUGH HELL

YOU CAN LIE TO EVERYONE YOU MEET, STILL NOT FOOLING YOURSELF WOAH OH OH OH

I DANCE THE SAME DANCE EVERY NIGHT, IT'S ONLY YOU YOU'RE KILLING

SUPER GLUE THE QUEEN OF HEARTS AND THE INFORMATION SHE'S SPILLING MATT DILLON

YOU SAY SO MANY THINGS, WELL NOT A WORD WAS TRUE

IF YOU'RE STILL IN THAT STATE WELL, I'D STILL VACATION INSIDE OF YOU

I THINK YOU'RE WORTH EVERY MINUTE AND EVERY DIME I SPENT

I'LL SPEND ALL MY TIME FIGHTING DRAGONS JUST TO KEEP YOU ALIVE AND TALKING WOAH OH OH

YOUR IMAGINATION'S RUNNING WILD 'ROUND YOUR DECEPTIVE HEART

THIS IS MY CRUSADE AND YOU'RE THE UNREACHABLE STAR

BUT I'M REACHING !!

TINKERBELL, DRY YOUR OWN TEARS

OUTSIDE IT'S ONLY RAINING BUT I'M STILL HERE

YEAH !!

Eu sunt efectiv toata melodia asta btw iubesc pencey prep eu sunt tot albumul heartbreak in stereo

[itzpris15634]

Day 6: Star Gazing

Whoops I missed a day :/ Here to catch up, though!

This time, I got one for one of my OC's. She's from the little world I've been building, though I haven't posted much about it yet. Kinda inspired by Avatar and She-Ra, its got elements and magic stuff, blah blah blah I'll talk about it when I'm more confident about the whole concept.

I did wanna try writing for it though. This is like almost 900 words so it aint too much. Hopefully it's worth your time.

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From the moment she could properly comprehend anything, Jianne was trained for her future as Queen of Crystallis.

She was taught all the right etiquette. All the right things to say and do, and how exactly to act. How to dress and style herself properly. The right people to make friends with.

There was no time for childish daydreaming or frolicking. She had a duty to prepare for. The King wasn’t going to live forever, and Crystallis needed a monarch and Keeper to keep the magic and citizens in check.

Her future wasn’t her own anymore. Everything she said, did, and thought was for the kingdom.

…Most of the time. Not to say that she didn’t have her moments.

When the day was over and her rigid schedule done with, Jianne would retire to her room for the night, as she does. Most nights, however, she opened up the doors to the balcony, letting the evening breeze in. She’d take a deep breath of it in, and she’d feel herself relax.

Making her way outside, she’d tilt her head up and find the most lovely sight.

Stars.

Millions of pretty little dots all over the sky, twinkling and shining. Just like the shining, Crystal walls of the palace, but far out of her reach. There would always be curiosity about the forbidden or unreachable.

She’s been told stories that say that when someone dies, they become a star in the sky to continue watching over their family.

Sentimental, she figured. But she was mostly out for the stars not only because they were glittery and pretty, but also a nice change of pace compared to her day. She liked taking her time to count them, sometimes staying up all night just to do so.

Sometimes, she’d even end up falling asleep on the balcony for that. Or even sleeping at a far too late of an hour. Or a mix of both. She’d face the reprimands and anger, but she knew she’d keep going there anyway.

Later on, her studies took up more and more of her time. She rarely found time for the star gazing she loved so much. She vowed that she’d still find a way to visit them, though, even if much less than before.

-

Rumors were spreading around about the King and his deteriorating health. Around the palace staff, who’ve overheard the family’s hushed whispers of worry. It spread to the staff. Through their own families. Whoever else heard it. Crystallis found itself in a tight spot, concerned for the King.

But Princess Jianne’s18 th birthday was coming up. Such concerns were momentarily forgotten to give way for the celebration. In case her father was to die, indeed, she would at least be of age to inherit the throne.

And celebrated her birthday they did. No matter how tired or drained he seemed, her father still got up and attended the festivities. Jianne, despite her anxiousness for her dad, tried her best to keep him entertained, at least. They partied on into the night, until the stars made their way into the sky.

He seemed happy and satisfied that evening when she bid him goodnight.

He was found dead the following morning.

Jianne found herself empty. Hollow. Grief-stricken.

In the solitude of her room, Jianne let her tears flow.

She couldn’t dwell on it too long, however.

There’d be so much to attend to. The wake, the funeral…

Her coronation.

-

At some points throughout the party, Jianne found herself struggling to maintain the perfect image. Her dad, and how she felt as if some of it was her fault. Did she exhaust him too much at their dance? Why didn’t she go say hi to him in the middle of the night, or something? She wasn’t there for a proper last goodbye…

She itched to get out of the room and back to her own balcony, where she could watch the stars for as long as she wanted.

Such thoughts only lasted a short while. To her guests, she was as cool, curt, and confident, already fixing herself into her new role. She shook hands with all the right guests. Smiled and laughed at all the right moments. Said all the right things and talked about the right topics.

She had after the party to look forward to. Everyone would be gone. She’d be left to her own devices.

But for now, she was just doing her part. And she was going to do it perfectly.

-

Even after all the guests left, Jianne wasn’t done. She had quite a few things to attend to.

Actually, few was a lie.

Not only were there many incomplete duties left behind by the previous monarch, but she also had new things of her own to work on. Laws and petitions she had to read over, individual concerns, taxes, the other nations, the war…

The stars had to wait.

===

[mulberriesandtea]

I’m back again to just maybe note one thing because it’s probably not just 2 Yoshihides (Uji & Hell Screen) but 3 Yoshihides and 2 Hell Screens, or 3/2 ratio of Yoshihides.

We can link this to one thing: Dante’s seemingly high amount of things relating to film (see: Theater, see: film reel rewinders on chapter rewatch selection) and thus we can head to Hell Screen (1969) adaptation, in that Yoshihide is part-Korean (iirc), now, why is this kind of important?

Dongrang is Chi-Jin Yoo, Yoshihide is also someone who would know just how bad the imperialist Taishō period was and in HS1969, Yoshihide (iirc) is fighting against the Lord.

Ryōshū is the one who calls out Dongrang to Yi Sang, Ryōshū is the one who finds him completely and utterly detestable wretch, etc, with what coincidental evidence we have of Dante and film, and what Ryōshū is in HS1969 - we could possibly have 3 Ryōshūs all blended into 1 Ryōshū.

HEY WAIT AND WE DO HAVE EVIDENCE THAT SOMEONE ELSE DEFINITELY IS A COMBINATION OF THE ORIGINAL AND ADAPTION

Don Quixote for sure is a combination of Don Quixote and Man of La Mancha- Her weapon name being "Impossible Dream" and her quote being "To reach the unreachable star!" both correlate more to Man of La Mancha- so it's not far out to say you could be right. I think it begs the question though that if it's true for Ryōshū and Don Quixote, who else? Sorry anon if this answer is not super satisfying I will let you know that I am shaking a bit in excitement over this this all is absolutely fascinating to me and I think you've already made some really really interesting connections.

Could you elaborate a bit on the fighting the lord part? I'll definitely watch the movie sometime soon, I'm just curious as to what you mean.

[rose-madder-gaze]

A year and a week - 372 poems - now all in one PDF:

ertylerex .itch.io/day-poetry ko-fi .com/s/dcf40775bb patreon .com/posts/day-poetry-2023-78041331

If you give it a read (or just like these excerpts), let me know what you think. ID and transcripts are under the cut:

Image description: A crop of the cover of my poetry compilation. It is a photograph of a sun-gilded storm cloud swelling behind shadowed clouds. The text reads Day Poetry, a complete poem-a-day diary by ABV. The poem excerpts are as follow:

May 9, 2022 Even after all this time and change, I'll tell you who I am in every certain term I have, If you come to me through the ivory gate, Know that I wear a crown of horn; Put your arm around me if you will, I am the shade that you recall, If my voice can reach you still, listen well, I mean not to deceive, not to mislead, not to withdraw; You will leave me one more time, And not look back before you reach the door, Whosoever leads you now is no shade of mine, If she remains, I am no more.

End first poem. The second poem follows:

June 26, 2022 I do not know about intelligent design. In an ultra-high-definition photograph of a bee, I can see its salt-fired face, I know what techniques to recreate it with On paper, canvas, woodblock, but I have a reference point, and, anyway, They've been drawing bees for eight thousand years. When a light falls evenly across my face, halving it, I can marvel At the hidden symmetry, the same as a seedpod, as a mountain, as two near stars That I see and think, how perfect, that I can reflect in my work and think, too prefect. When an egg balances on a spatula, when a leaf balances atop the water, Rock atop rock, world atop the turtle, yes, When water and wind make music, a kitten and fox sound human, When the word comes after eight thousand years of language, the light comes after Eight thousand light-years of distance, when I am half shadow, I know all things, I see what it is, name it, I walk around among them on Earth, which is everything, Two near stars in my mind, receiving the light.

End second poem. Third poem follows:

July 22, 2022 You will pull me out of the water and not find the end of me 'til morning; I kneel in the bottom of the boat, teeth like embers in my mouth; Your hands are cold.

End third poem. Fourth poem follows:

November 9, 2022 If I had five people I could trust, this would be different, But I withdraw trust as easily as I fall asleep, I lay in the dark listening and wondering, do snowflakes make a sound as they fall through the air, or only when they hit the ground?

Trudging through the snow alone, I fold my hands over my eyes against the light like my heart closing, Every stride sours the stomach to think of them needing turned aside, This would be different, this would be done, this shovel makes a dull thud against the ice and my arms shake, do they make a sound as they cut through the air, or only when they hit the ground?

End fourth poem. Fifth poem follows:

December 15, 2022 Wind's outside, content to have all the world, save me, And winter, SHE DOES TURN IN HER SLEEP, softly, pianissimo, Will she wake to find me here? Won't she, and know me, And know the loss I suffer even as SHE GIVES ME BACK THE LIGHT, slowly, adagissimo, That was stolen before she ever woke? We are always meeting at the end.

End fifth poem. Sixth poem follows:

January 27, 2023 One more absurd use of time, gone ahead with nothing to bring back, I didn't plan this far ahead, my hopes are as far-flung as that star that just went supernova, unreachable, (meaning) I cannot fold my mind around the thought of distance into any shape that means anything, I've travelled the same highway both ways for two decades already without ever once wanting (wanting) to be anywhere else, is that ambition? My understanding can unfold outward and take sympathetic forms without knowing how one end of the crease connects me to anything else, just like a hope of a plan and the supernova a star never thinks of becoming, (but then) I'm burnt down to a fine, soft powder that darkens the hand and shines just a little in the sun.

End ID.

[taevisionceo]

💭 #ThoughtInTheNight YOU STEPPED INTO MY LIFE AND YOU TOOK ME IN YOUR ARMS WITH TENDERNESS. NOW MY LIFE IS FULL OF LOVE, JOY AND HAPPINESS. YOU'RE MY SHINING STAR, THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE… I WANT TO SPEND MY LIFE WITH YOU… TO BE ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE. YOU BRING MEANING TO MY LIFE. I OWE EVERYTHING TO YOU… YOU'RE MY LIFE. I BLESS THE DAY THAT YOU WERE BORN. HERE'S MY LOVE FOR YOU… MY BIG LOVE. A LOVE WITHOUT MEASURE AND UNCONDITIONAL. MY LOVE FOR YOU, IS THE ONLY WAY TO GO BECAUSE I ADORE YOU, YOU MAKE ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE… IT'S A ROAD FULL OF DREAMS AND FANTASIES… BECAUSE I SPEND MY DAYS THINKING ABOUT YOU, DREAMING OF YOU…. YOU'RE MY IMPOSSIBLE DREAM. IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO GO BECAUSE YOU HAVE AWAKENED INSIDE ME FEELINGS OF PURE AND TRUE LOVE… IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO GO, TO FEEL ALIVE AND HAPPY. THAT WAS MY QUEST… AND I'LL ALWAYS DREAM THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM… A LIFETIME TRYING TO REACH THE UNREACHABLE STAR. MY LITTLE GIRL… YOU’RE SWEET AND WONDERFUL… BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT. BELLE IS THE ONLY WORD. I LOVE YOU AND I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU ❤

[enchantedephiphany]

"The Impossible Dream (The Quest)"

To dream the impossible dream,

To fight the unbeatable foe,

To bear with unbearable sorrow,

To run where the brave dare not go.

To right the unrightable wrong,

To love pure and chaste from afar,

To try when your arms are too weary,

To reach the unreachable star.

This is my quest,

To follow that star

No matter how hopeless,

No matter how far.

To fight for the right

Without question or pause,

To be willing to march

Into hell for a heavenly cause.

And I know if I'll only be true

To this glorious quest

That my heart will be peaceful and calm

When I'm laid to my rest.

And the world will be better for this,

That one man scorned and covered with scars

Still strove with his last ounce of courage.

To fight the unbeatable foe.

To reach the unreachable star.

Andy Williams - The Impossible Dream (The Quest) Lyrics | AZLyrics.com

I mean... if this doesn't define Navalny idk what does.

[sexydarkchocolatesposts]

Lantern Distance is relative to the starting point. From where Clark was standing you were light years away. Even further from than his decimated planet; you were completely and utterly unreachable. Arm strung onto Wayne's arm smile brightening up the room as the cameras all flashed at you. All eyes in the room in your direction enamored by you. Including him in that moment his powers did him no good for all the talk of him being a deity he was well and truly mortal as all he could do was watch as you passed by into the event. Sure he could rush towards you in the blink of an eye. Set himself apart from all the rest by imbedding himself into your subconscious. He could, but he could barely breathe and he'd almost missed the snapshot of you. In this moment he was powerless, divinity turned man. He nearly died when Wayne introduced you to him. Your gentle grip perfect in comparison to his awkwardly stiff one. Struggling to control his strength, desperately holding back the urge to rip your glove off and feel your skin. Breaths suppressed before they became ragged. He smiled because that's all he could do smile and hope to rao you didn't notice how every fibre of his being was drawn to you. How every single cell yearned for you. When you smiled back his heart filled with joy as he said his name. "Pleasure to meet you Clark but unfortunately it has to be cut short. I'm obligated to mingle with a few more guests but I'll hopefully see you again before the festivities end, and again it's been a pleasure. Bye Tommy." As you walked away the two men watched before Clark broke the silence. "Tommy?" "Thomas, it's my middle name." Clark looked at Wayne incredulously. Who only looked back straight faced. Shrugging he continued. "Bit odd Bruce Thomas Wayne is going around giving his middle name. Let alone allowing nicknames. What will the press think." Playful smirk on his lips he glanced at Bruce who shrugged. "Press talk." "Normally it annoys you." "She's not normal." His hand gripped the wine glass he was sipping on slightly causing a crack. Luckily Bruce's eyes were wandering around the room. "She's not?" "Childhood friend." He gently sighed at he loosened around the glass and took a sip. "They've simply run out of things to say at this point." Walking away Bruce turned back and said: "goodnight Clark try not to break anymore glasses" and with that he walked off. Eyes glancing around the room he swerved conversation and people as he pursued you. You had walked a considerable distance away from the crowd. It would take him microseconds to cross him but the distance felt immeasurable. Finally having caught up to you he glanced up in awe as your silhouette glowed from the moonlight and city lights. Sparkling more beautiful than any star he'd ever seen. Suddenly feeling the urge to close the distance he stepped closer hand reaching out to touch your exposed arm finally gaining contact which he'd been yearning for all night he reach out and... (part 2. I know you guys are tired off me starting stuff off and not finishing it i have a problem and i am adressing it but as i am hyperobsessing on this man currently so expect a whole lot more to come. Check out my other fanfics and yeah if you're really feeling me comment your continent of residence just curious where majority of readers come from)