#fandom: alien stage

[specterthief]

ROUND 2 PART 1

(sk8 x alien stage)

[diverse-hearts]

@truethes asked:

if there was one things aliens were good at, it was imitating; a blob of inhuman flesh hitting another in it's attempt at leaning into each others head, ceremonies of love held with traditional black and white outfits so they could claim their very own weddings, the adoption of human children as though they are going to be nothing more than their legal guardians, as if they weren't seen as livestock to be fill a void they'd wish could be a heart - till thinks about it, sometimes, the further him and ivan have managed to escape the walls of anakt garden if only to chase the trails of humans who have done so before them, moments where he wishes to open his mouth if only to question the possibility that he had ever noticed the same reality, what exactly had 'home' meant for him, if not the poor imitation of love pieced together in an executioners vest?

perhaps that is why he finds himself telling ivan he needs to stay at the end of this alleyway, perhaps it's the lead to performing a poor attempt of hide and seek in the very last place they should be playing games; while ivan has played his part ever so dutifully, covering his eyes and counting up to a number till was half certain he'd made up in the first place. the shorter of the two has become more obvious than ever, a small hiss of pain where he cuts his finger on something sharp, yet continued his attempt at rummaging through the trash as if he could fool them both to the idea that he is going to find someplace to hide within it. maybe ivan believes him / maybe ivan doesn't, but any concerns till has over such a situation comes to a halt with a small gasp that escapes his lips, a noise that would have no doubt rivaled a 'eureka' if they had bee in the right time, right place, for now what sits in his hands is a circle of chain.

a chain that, maybe, comes at a steep meaning rather than a thought of liking something. nothing about it screams ivan, but it's the sort of thing that shouts 'till', and if there is one thing that till is certain that he knows about ivan, is that something about him seems to appreciate things that scream till, or simply break them on sight ( which only equals relief, seeing how strong this appears to be ) and though he cannot say for such which one this will be, till makes an effort to jump out, steps as agile as ever as they come to a stop behind the taller male, leaning on the tips of his toes before he taps a hand to the tallers sheek, usual tone escaping his voice as he speaks.

❛ hey, it was your adoption date today - wasn't it? ❜ he acts unsure because he deems it better to be unsure, uncertain; hovering around the edges of ivan as if to make his own degree's of seperation normal, free of exchange. ❛ i remember when they used to give you those gifts back in the garden, so … i decided to get you something. in their place. ❜ and with that does his hands lift the chain over the others head, placing it down as a crude imitation of a necklace. if he had understood tradition better, this would have been the moment he wished him a good day. instead, the younger looks rather pleased with himself, embarrassment hindered if not for the fact it's just been them for this entire time.

whatever ivan brings, till is more than used to it; the reality is that he knows he'd be more lost without it, nowadays. / ivantill, escapee verse! HAPPY BDAY IVAN YOUR GETTING A VALENTINES ONE SOON <3 (cannot believe i made it in 8 mins before midnight call me cinderella---)

Happy Birthday Ivan - Thanks Cinderella :D

Anything that Till wishes him to do, Ivan tends to do without much thought, this not being any different. He is a little confused by what is happening, a part of his mind even seeming to panic that perhaps Till was simply going to run away as soon as Ivan had covered his eyes, but that was easy enough to ignore. He turned his back, placing his hands over his eyes as he choose a random number to count to, deciding to see instead how high he could get before Till returned to his side - that sounded a little more entertaining to the boy.

Used to being hyper aware of any noise since they fled, the sounds Till is making behind him almost sound amplified, though he's aware he's not being as loud as it sounds like to Ivan's ears, his curiosity only bubbling more as he listens out for any clues. Now and then he'd utter out a number, giving the illusion that he believed this to be hide and seek as stated, but it's became rather obvious by now that Till's looking for something - though what, Ivan couldn't even begin to guess. It couldn't just be food - there would be no need for this game and they still had a few supplies left over in the bag Ivan carried.

The slightest smell of iron catches his attention, and he almost turns back to check that Till isn't injured, but the continued movements keep him rooted in place, a mental note taken to check on the injury once this was over with.

"Three hundred and eleven", he mutters as he feels the tap against his cheek, eyes opening to gaze down at Till with open confusion, head tilted slightly as he listens to what he has to say. Was that today? Did that even mean anything? He'd fled from them, they'd both broken away to find their own freedom - so was he even adopted anymore? He's unsure why, but there's something warm in knowing Till remembered such a pointless date, the slightest of smiles forming as the chains placed around his neck.

Heeh, how funny. How many years had it been since he'd last had something around his neck like this? A hand raised to rest against the cool metal. Simply a piece of trash that had just been fished out the junk not too far from where they stood, yet he already knew that he'd treasure it going forward. He needed to remake his collection from Till anyways. Oh right.

Without a word, he reached down, taking hold of Till's hands, turning them over to to look for the source of the smell from earlier, soon finding the small droplets of blood that ran down the length of one finger. Soon enough, that finger would be found within Ivan's warm mouth, a hard suck felt, before he let the hand drop from his hold, "It's shallow", he explained, before his attention shifted back to the gift. What was it he was supposed to say again? Oh, right.

"Thank you Till"

A soft smile, rather fleeting, rather delicate, but something so unlike what usually graced his features. It was so quick that Ivan himself barely registered making the gesture, his fingers instead interlocking with Till's in his uninjured hand as he hurried to lead the way from the apartment. In all honestly, he had no idea of where they were headed, but as long as Till was by his side, it didn't really matter.

[just-a-random-bakugo-stan]

Fanfic so good you gotta stop and scroll on social media to not get overwhelmed

[bluemoonscape]

My favorite relationship dynamic in fiction is a worshipper and their God. Not a literal God, but their God. The only thing in the whole world that matters to them. I will live for you, I would die for you, I would kill for you. My only moral compass is You. You can do no wrong in my eyes and I will never stray from your side. I was born to meet you and to love you. You are the only being I pray to. Your life isn’t just my passion, it’s my religion. You don’t think you’re anything special but you don’t see what I see. You don’t see that you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel this way. You don’t understand how beautiful you are to me and I will devote my entire life to making you understand and accept it.

[mirrorcatcreditcard]

Your honor, they were watering down my favorite character and not letting them be a jerk.

[m00nbuggies]

theyre bffs guys

[lonelykamui]

me, just chilling on twitter, oh! Whats this alien stage thing? .

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oh no.

[afterthesnowmelts]

no one noticed

[chibiskoo]

i have no regrets

[uzi-x33]

they make me physically ill.

[juusbox]

in another place and time

[specterthief]

R O U N D 1

(sk8 x alien stage)

[diverse-hearts]

@truethes asked:

sometimes, rarely, does till find himself watching ivan back.

catching the back of his head in the seconds he finds himself watching what till has taken the chance to draw, catching the way something in those lifeless hues change at the certain way a musical piece has been played, staring at the relaxation that rests across his features when he allows himself a moment of peace / a moment of what he expects to be rest; till hides himself in the parts of ivan he suspects he isn't supposed to be seen, those 5 minute breaks where he is not doing … whatever he does to ivans already troubled mind, leaving him with nothing but peace - well, whatever that sort of peace is for someone like ivan, he would say. or, better yet, whatever sort of peace is known to the ivan that rests in the piece of paper that he now thrusts into the taller boys face with an expression more embarrassed than he ever remembers being.

the ivan in this picture is smiling; drawn from some deep residence in till that he cannot seem to map in the darkest crevices of his mind, in his hands hold flowers (ones without the cameras / without the eyes watching their every move during the day ), with the sun uncannily shining across his back, his face. there are no shadows, no aliens, no exhaustion he believes must rest behind ivans eyes, the sort of pain that comes with knowing all that one shouldn't; to know the truth behind someones kindness and yet take it with a fake smile, with a fake care in knowing that is all you can get, in any case. it's so different to the ivan that stands before him, yet holds everything about his face that till can remember, wants, to remember. he doesn't know whether he should be proud or afraid.

proud, to how many good emotions have been poured into this piece / afraid, to how ivan may react, which is what leads the reaction to him closing his eyes, something scrunched in his expression as he leans forward to press a kiss on ivans cheek all the same - who is to say that this piece won't be destroyed, the catalyst to their next fight in the miscommunication of how till sees him, or wants to see him, at least. the ivan he has now is more than good enough, even if he hasn't quite gotten the heart to admit it, the head to truly understand it in the way he could be. / ivantill valentines <3333

Random Asks - Always Welcomed ~

Anything gifted to him by Till is always treasured - such rare treasures that are given freely without Ivan ever needing to snatch them for himself. He may not fully understand as to why such things from Till would mean something to him, when other such gifts were almost always pointless - Unsha and his wife showered him with much that others no doubt would be envious of, but none of that had ever caused this type of feeling to bloom within his chest. Hot and sticky, he's almost unsure on how to describe it, an unsettling wave that only grows the longer that he spends gazing at the picture that had been thrusted at him - his attention so focused on the stranger on the paper, that he barely registers that Till has kissed his cheek. Ivan is usually acutely aware of anything Till is doing, yet for once, his full attention is elsewhere, dark eyes scanning over the picture that he held, that uncomfortable blood growing thicker and thicker against the edges of his ribcage.

Is this him? He can tell that it's supposed to be him, but something feels so off that for some reason the thought of Till having drawn him like this makes him rather uncomfortable. Nothing is displayed on his face though, he just continues to stand there, scanning over the drawing, taking in the details, the smile that seems so strange. There is simply no way that he could ever be the man that is staring back up at him - even his eyes seem lighter, kinder - maybe this is simply a dream Till holds? A vision of how he wishes for Ivan to be?

Hmm.

At that thought, he's suddenly walking away, off towards the nearest pond, the nearest source of a reflection that he knows of, having not spared Till a single look since he'd received the present. Instead, he kneels in the grass, leaning over the edge to stare at his lifeless expression, head tilting ever so slightly as he compares the watery image to the paper in his hand. It's difficult to see how these can be the same person, but he knows how talented Till is. This wasn't some type of mistake.

Slowly, his lips shift into his usual smile, before he tries to change it just that little more, trying to get his lips to match the drawings, using his free hand to tug slightly at the corner of his lips, as though somehow he could force them into creating the desired effect. Huh. Could he even be capable of making such an expression? Had he ever done so before? There had to be someplace that Till had seen this from...right?

Sitting back, his fingers shifted to run over the flowers instead, before he just laid back in the grass, staring up at the fake skies above as his mind struggled to make sense of the emotions that currently threatened to crush him.

[always-a-joyful-note]

Actually, something about the way Vivinos has shown a world where people are dehumanized, treated not even as second class citizens but as PETS, and the way alnst keeps showing that no matter how dehumanised, no matter how obsessive and messed up you turn out to be because of that, you are still human with so much love to give - even in flawed, painful, messed up ways. The message isn't that love triumphs over all but also, it kind of does, and aksjryrnsnnsnshdfjfjd

[kakashi-fangirl-ita-blog]

I've been and I currently am in many fandoms and I love interacting with other fans but BY THE GODS the Alien Stage fandom is probably one of the worst because people seem so... illiterate?? In a sense that they can't comprehend characters and actions without having a "black and white" "good and bad" perspective

This is probably because ALNST is a "new" web series born in the Tiktok era where everyone in fandoms seems to be braindead (I blame americans for that, as always, especially teenagers who go around thinking they are some kind of moral police just because they have religious trauma or whatever and need to project their beliefs in others)

But yeah, in the ALNST fandom they can only go "Ivan bad bc kiss and choke Till bad" "Luka bad bc manipulate others bad" when literally THE ALIENS are the reason for all of this and why some characters were forced to act in a certain way (all the time they spend hating on those two characters can be spent hating on the aliens but no)

They are in a life or death competition created by the aliens where they only want to survive or save the opponent and you think the things they do on that deathly stage are THE WORST THINGS??

All the things Luka has done, Ivan's actions while sacrificing himself, Sua's sacrifice, Till's actions, Hyuna's words, Mizi's whole character's point are WAY DEEPER AND MORE COMPLICATED THAN "BAD" "GOOD" "PROBLEMATIC" "TOXIC" OR ANY OTHER WORD YOU LOVE USING JUST TO EXPOSE YOUR INABILITY TO HAVE A CRITICAL THOUGHT ON A MEDIA YOU CONSUME

I can't comprehend this level of immaturity I swear

[thegh0st-of-ingrid]

THE YAOI HEIRARCHY

First off, we got the King Yaois

What are the King Yaois? (Tw: this definition it's entirely made on the spot so don't take it too seriously)

The black coded character in a black and white coded doomed yaoi pair that get's enough traction to get associated with other black coded characters from a black and white coded doomed yaoi pair whose fandom's usually overlap

King Yaoi I: Yoo Joong-Hyuk (Omniscent Reader's Viewpoint)

King Yaoi ll: Cheng XiaoShi (Link Click)

King Yaoi III: Ivan (Alien Stage)

King Yaoi IV: Wreak (To Be Hero X)

Then we got the Yaoi Jesus spot

This spot it's usually taken by Aoba Saragaki (DRAMAtical Murder), but other than him there are other two runner ups

Kaworu Nagisa (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Sunday (Honkai: Star Rail)

Tbh I call them the Holy Trinity atp

Alright that's all I've gathered, feel free to either correct me or make additions to this heirarchy

PS: I would also like to nominate Ryo Asuka (Devilman) for the Yaoi Satan spot if he still hasn't it