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hello clue! do you have any psychonauts merch or is the archive just for informational purposes?
Unfortunately I don't have any psychobauts merch :[ wich is a shame really, I even tried to get the psychonauts trolli candies when they first came out but every single gas station and corner store I visited seemed to be sold out haha, someday I'll get some merch of my own... but yeah the website is for archival purposes! I noticed that the Wikipedia had ALOT of old low quality images with little to no sources, prices, or dating so I took it upon myself to scrounge up old stuff and archive it... so far I have alot of both merch and promotional pieces to add to the site but if I'm being honest the executive dysfunction hit super hard and I haven't been able to update it in a few months ,,, I do think about it a TON though!
#im semi active on ONE lost media wiki thread about some psychonauts lost media and i actually found some pretty solid leads but they kind of#dried up#i still have so many old links and stuff i found in the wayback to look through#and doublefines old archives (may i say again what. a. SLOG#not everything is tagged and tim schafer used it as a bit of a personal blog back in the day#so i personally went all the way through from its creation date to like. 2012#found some cool stuff i just gotta figure out how to format it n stuff for the site#SORRY FOR THE RAMBLE!!! but yeah its just for archival :]#dustbunnies.txt
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cause u were my baby
pairing: atsumu x (implied black)f!reader (ur Aranâs sister but if u wanna imagine youre adopted go ahead no physical descriptors)
summary/warnings: honestly just based off my boo by usher. ur life around atsumu over the years (from kids to adults)/implied nsfw at the end when ur adults, bad words, thats it./timeskip spolierÂ
a/n: format might be weird because i was initially doing these as headcanons but kept going and it changed. also also started with a sakusa version based on this song so um tune in next whenever i finish it oop-
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It started when we were younger, you were mineÂ
Youâre not exactly sure when youâd met Atsumu. It seemed like he was always around. From the first day Aran came home trailing two considerably shorter twins behind him youâd been intrigued.Â
âAran you never told us ya had a sister!â When they found out your name and exclaimed how cool it was there was no way you couldâve predicted your future.Â
Eventually it became a tiny school girl crush, on one of them as kids (you couldnât quite tell them apart for the longest). Youâd be overly happy whenever Aran brought them around, and always asked to tag along with him, but only when he mentioned heâd be seeing the twins.Â
Youâd watched over the years as your brother only grew closer to them and as a result so did you, sorta. In middle school youâd come back from hanging with your own friends to hear the twins bickering while your brother just continued in with his homework. Being in the same year, youâd occasionally be dragged into helping them out, or sharing answers when it was too hard and âtheyâd learn it later, but need the answers now.â
At some point during middle school youâd grown an official crush on Atsumu, opting to take his side more often than not within his competition with Osamu. Despite that, nothing ever came of it as kids.Â
The older you got, the more attractive theyâd seem to get, but you never paid much attention. After all, once you reached the world of high school, your young crush practically disappeared. Instead youâd taken a liking to all the new people you were exposed to. Â
As they got more and more passionate about volleyball and you parted class ways you never really saw them, except for the occasional times theyâd come to your house. Even then, the conversations were short. Growing more confident, and friendly youâd still jokingly take Atsumuâs side to which heâd parade around like heâd won the lottery. âAt least someone thinks Iâm right.âÂ
Of course youâd heard about Atsumuâs lack of popularity among his teammates. Youâd overheard Osamu telling him at lunch one day to be nicer, and you couldnât help but laugh at the lack of care he showed for others thoughts on his personality. As long as he was doing his job as a setter allâs good.Â
âDonât think youâd say that if they decided to throw you in a ditch one day,â youâd tease hovering over their lunch table. âMaybe you should be a little nicer,â
âIf they suck, then they suck.âÂ
For the rest of your first year your conversations took on similar natures. One of youâd overhear something then butt in for a few moments before returning to your regularly scheduled lives.Â
Youâd watch as the two of them grew into their volleyball skills, alongside your brother cheering from the sidelines as much as you could. Come your 2nd year Their notoriety and your connection to them caused a spike in your popularity. It was something that came to the irritation of your brother.Â
âAnother date?â Your brother eyed the way you searched for the perfect pair of shoes while you waved him off.Â
Youâd heard about the twins biggest fight. Osamu admitted that heâd be quitting volleyball after high school. Heard about the way Atsumu reacted, seen the way they stopped sitting together at lunch
âShouldnât ya be with yer friends,â the blonde twin mumbles, continuing to stab at the rice heâd brought for lunch. Or that Osamu packed, which is precisely why he couldnât eat it. You slid into the empty seat in front of him, not even phased.Â
âAtsumu you need to make up with your Osamu. You two are driving Aran mad. And more importantly you need each other.â Your hand stops his that were previously stabbing at the food, by knocking the chopsticks out. With a sigh, you move the bento heâd been messing over and replace it with your own lunch. âSince youâre on your whole anti Samu stance, figured Iâd get you some non Samu food. Iâll be eating this by the way.â You were intentional in keeping your voice light not wanting to further upset the firecracker. âIâm waiting on my thank you.â
âFor what. Tryna get me to talk to the traitor-â
âAtsumu. He's your brother. Grow up. Iâm just trying to help out my friends-â
âYer just Aranâs sister who has a stupid crush on Samu. Thatâs why yer taking his side,â at that your eyes widen and the annoyance starts to set. Before you could refute he cuts you off. âWeâre not friends. Never have been and never will be. Go hang out with Samu if youâre that desperateâ
Silence settled upon the two of you before you swallowed the lump that had started to form.Â
âYouâre right. Weâre not friends and Iâm just Aranâs stupid little sis how could i forget,â your tone is mocking as you gather up your own food. âYou clearly have some issues to work through with Osamu and youâre upset but Iâm not gonna be your verbal punching bag. Keep the lunch,â you sigh before standing. âIâll see you around, maybe.â Atsumu couldnât pinpoint it then but there sense of finality in your voice mightâve aided in the further irritation he carried through the rest of the day.Â
Youâre not even sure when the twins got back on good terms. One day theyâd started hanging back out at your place with Aran however you made it a point to never be around. It wasnât until your brotherâs graduation months later that Atsumu caught you for more than a few fleeting seconds.Â
âHeâs really graduated huh-â you were sitting in the empty gym after the ceremony. Everyone else had gone outside before you ditched your family with the promise of catching up and being back for Aranâs celebratory dinner. However Atsumu had watched you slip back in and curiosity killed the fox.Â
âHey Tsumu,â you hummed, eyes glued on the chairs covering the floor. You only glanced at him once you felt the bleachers creak and did as he settled next to you.Â
âWhyâre ya in here (Y/N)â
âJust thinking. Iâm gonna miss him-â
âArans really leaving us for the big guys huh- they grow up so fast.â The lightness in Atsumuâs voice has you smiling before shaking your head before focusing back on the gym floor.Â
âNot Aran. Well- yeah Iâm gonna miss him too but Iâm talking about my boyfriend. Well ex who kinda broke up with me yesterday. Something about going off to Uni and needing something new. Seeing him here too was weird.â
Atsumu just nods. Heâd heard that youâd started dating some 3rd year shortly after your disagreement. According to Aran and even Osamu the guy wasnât necessarily a bad guy but wasnât really a good one either. â(Y/N) could do better but if sheâs happy,â heâd listen to Aran complain before, a rarity from a guy who tried seeing the good in people. And it was true, you were happy. Extremely so.Â
âSorry about that,â you just give him another nod before he sighs. âMâsorry about blowing up at ya a while back too. Saying that we werenât friends,â
âIs Miya Atsumu apologizing for someone.â Your fake shock is accompanied by you turning your body to face his. âDo I need to get this on camera for proof. Whereâs Rin.â The way you pull out your phone pretending to film has him laughing before jokingly telling you to shut it.Â
âYou worked things out with Samu?â
Atsumu only shrugs. âIâm still pissed but we still have 1 more year. And I gotta focus on being happier and more successful.â
âDo I even wanna know?â
Instead of responding Atsumu just stands before offering you a hand. âYa going to the party?â He was referring to the one the parents had planned to celebrate the graduates. It was at your house but you werenât sure if you were gonna actually show or just hang with a friend for a few hours. You still hadnât taken his hand up and he looked at it expectedly.Â
âHadnât decided. Kinda sad ya know,â you joke before taking it.Â
âAll the more reason. Forget about that loser. Besides if Aran finds out I knew ya were sad and did nothinâ heâd kick my ass.â You thought for a moment before caving, not even noticing had neither of you had let go.Â
That was the start of it all for you two. Following the party youâd rekindled your friendship with the twin and as break started the two of you grew closer. Thereâd been many nights when you two would sneak out and go on late night adventures. Convenience store runs. Scooter rides or even to parks to help him practice. Youâd even started hanging around when they had official team practices to where heâd started walking you home.Â
Your first kiss happened on one of those walks. Your arms had brushed several times as he complained about poor spikes or missed serves and how they werenât gonna be Karasuno with that performance.Â
âTheyâre stressing you out just how you stressed Kita out captainâ
âAnd yer brother,â you nod as your hands brushed again. âHowâs he doin anyways,âÂ
âPretty good. Just practicing a lot and stuff. Heâs always tired when we talk.â Another brush. You start tuning Atsumu out as you debate on making a move. The two of you had gotten considerably closer to the point where people had teased calling him your boyfriend. However you couldâve been imagining it and the chemistry. Maybe he just saw you as a sister much like Osamu but picked up on your feelings and didnât wanna hurt them and ruin things.Â
âHey Atsumu,â the way you stopped had him confused. However before he could question it you started. âDo you like me? Like-like me?â
He thought for a moment before answering just with a shrug. âWell yeah. Course Aran would kill me for some of my thoughts butâyeah.â You werenât even sure why you were so surprised with the ease of how he admitted it. He always said what he meant and all you could do was nod before managing to could out something that sounded like âgoodâ
âGood. Thatâs all ya gotta say? Câmon (Y/N) give me something. Do ya like me?â With a nod from you he finds himself surprisingly flustered before doing the same as you. Only this time heâd moved closer head lowering. âWell thatâs goodâ
The two of you started dating shortly after and into your last year. It wasnât something that went unnoticed either. The way heâd lean against your locker trying to be cool, definitely falling more than once. The few people that had been privy to your quick makeout sessions when youâd meet up in empty hallways while you were supposed to be using the restroom. The way youâd started eating lunch together more often and if people played enough attention theyâd noticed that you often shared drinks because âthings taste better when they arenât yours.â Then the most obvious, how youâd hang around early at games and stayed after and how he was so excited to beat Karasuno at nationals that heâd actually made out with you in public. (Aran had nearly murdered him upon finding out about that)
After graduation you two had gone off to different places and it was a struggle. There were arguments about not making time for one another. Between your academics and his pursuit at going pro, it was a struggle. But things were always made worth it. The time youâd created and sent him a care package and he texted you back a selfie with the basket with tears in his eyes. Or how you made the 3 hour train ride down for important matches or during your school breaks because heâd sounded super down about not being able to nail a new serve.Â
There were times where heâd stay on video call with you long after he shouldâve been in bed because you were stressed about finals and up still studying. Then the time he surprised you by coming down for a milestone birthday. Heâd showed up at your apartment at some odd hour completely exhausted and ready to fall over the second you opened the door.Â
âAtsumu?â
âSurprise baby,â he slurred using the last bit of his energy to hug you tightly. âHappy birthdayâ
âTsumu what are you doing here,â youâd pull away however he attached himself back to you arms locked around your middle and face buried in the side of your neck.
âTalk later, sleep now.â You find yourself nodding before prying his hands off your and intertwining them with yours.Â
âLetâs get you some sleep Tsumuâ
There were the late night drives as young adults listening to old school music and singing your hearts out just having fun. It was during the holidays and you two had both gone back home to be with your families.Â
âHey babe technically this is us.â Atsumu is the one to turn the radio down as a familiar song starts. âAnd you were my babyyyyy,â His screeching fills the car causing you to laugh and swat the hand that had been casually resting on your thigh off. âIt started when we were younger-â
âAtsumu shut up and pay attention to the road.â You smile as his hand immediately finds its way back on you. âBut you are my boo.â
The night the Jackals beat the Adlers you were sure Atsumu would want to go out and party and you were more than fine with it. However while waiting for him to finish up youâd gotten word of his celebratory plans from a post game interview. âJust gna hang at home. Watch a few movies, eat a cheat meal, ya know.âÂ
Itâs about an hour later before Atsumu meets up with you at the stadium's entrance. You notice how his hair hadnât fully dried as he shifts his duffel bag to the other arm to grab your hand on your preferred hand holding side as the two of you make your way across the parking lot. âAre you sure you donât wanna go out with the guys?â
The squeeze of his hand confirms his decision. âIâll see emâ tomorrow. We havenât spent much time together these days. As the two of you approach the car you let go before asking him if he wanted you to drive. After he confirmed he was good to you slipped into the passenger seat listening as he tossed his bag in the back before sliding into the driver's seat. âBesides,â his hand makes its way towards your cheek, guiding your face to his. âI can think of a much better way to celebrate.â
âIs that so?â Your tease is quiet as you inch closer lips only a hair away. Heâs the one who closes the space and you immediately reciprocate. Your lips immediately move against his mumbling a âcongratulationsâ against his lips. You indulge it for a moment before pulling away to press kisses up his neck until you reach his ear before whispering something.Â
âAre ya serious?â At your nod he lets out a groan that you canât help but laugh at him. âYer gonna be the death of me one dayâ
âLove you too.â
The day he found out heâd made the Olympic team had been cause for celebration for more than one reason. The two of you had been getting ready for a regular day of running errands when he got the call. After hanging up he yelled for you so loud it could have gotten a noise complaint from neighbors.Â
âAtsumu why are you yelling. Im in the bathroom not fucking Antarctica.â
âIâm on the Olympic team baby.â
Following that you decided to turn the day into an Atsumu day something that made his heart swell. From the way you kept telling him how proud of him you were to watching his favorite movie even though you hated it. Once you insisted on making his favorite for dinner he knew it was time. In return he convinced you to get dressed in something other than sweats to eat dinner on your couch. âI just think we should take some pictures so I can show off my biggest supporter,â is what he told you with a shrug when you questioned it.
You also shouldve known something was up when he insisted that he had desert covered, because the man couldnât bake for shit. âIt's a delivery, cmon have some faith in me.â
âI do baby. In everything except for baking.â
Youâd just finished eating dinner and the two of you were cuddled on the couch watching another movie, one of your boyfriendâs choices. Youâd shifted uncomfortably for the fifth time before looking at Atsumu. âCan I change yet, these jeans arenât comfortable anymore.â You were caught off guard when he moved so that he pulled you so that you were straddling him.
âBetter?âÂ
âNot at all,â you rolled your eyes while he just laughed, fingers squeezing at your hips.Â
âJust wait til desert, yer brotherâs on his way with it now.â He placed a quick kiss on the skin of your collarbone before pointing at his phone for you to hand to him. âDid he tell ya he's on the olympic team too?â
âHe's my brother. I was gonna treat him to dinner tomorrow. You tell Samu yet?â
âNot yet. Was gonna do it after Aran left.â You donât miss the way Atsumu tries to hide the messages on his phone, his brightness all the way down, something he usually hates. Before you can question anything he's pulling you so that your lips meet his. âStop looking so concerned,â he whispers against your lips.Â
âYer so fuckin pretty baby,â the way his fingers tighten against your sides and the way his tongue slips into your mouth has the quietest moan coming out of your mouth. You pout as he pulls away settling for kisses along your neck instead. âYouâve been so good to me today. Canât wait to get to bed with you.â
Before anything could go any further a knock on the door interrupts. âIt's probably Ojiro,â you whine, mildly annoyed at your brother for interrupting you from where things were headed. âTsumu let go,â you frown at the failed attempt of getting off him. You've met with a quick kiss before his palm comes firm against your ass, a yelp escaping. With that he lets you go laughing at the scowl you shoot him as he goes to get the door.Â
You donât even bother to look at the two yet you can hear Aranâs scold that the two of you were disgusting.
âHowâd ya know we were even doin anythingâ
âYour lips are swollen.â After that the two of them get into a whispered conversation that you canât pick up on no matter how hard you try to listen. Before you know it your brother crosses through the apartment to place a box in the kitchen before joining you in the living room. âCongrats big bro,â you stand hugging him slightly before plopping down on the couch. He gives a smile of thanks before changing the subject.
âMiya here isnât corrupting you too much right.â You both ignore Atsumuâs exclaim that he isnât the one corrupting anyone has you hear him shuffle around in the kitchen.Â
When he gets back he brings the box, some plates and a few utensils. âWhat is it?â He nearly trips trying to set it all down before you get up to help him. After helping him you notice that he doesnât sit back on the couch and looks off. âTsumu are you ok?â You give your brother a concerned look but he just shrugs.Â
â(Y/N). could ya,â he nervously motions for you to stand back up and you comply confused. Grabbing his hand you watch him carefully, silently trying to check in on him. When he doesnât answer you lean up to place a quick kiss on his lips. A silent âI love you,â something that seems to calm him down. âI I love you tooâ
âYou wanna sit down now?â
âYeah just let me get this off my chest first?â Your nod is his signal to continue. âI don't remember when I met ya. At all. All I know is that there was this super cool guy with a super cool name and me and Samu kinda just followed him around. Then we found out he had a little sister.â You were used to some of Atsumuâs mindless babbling but the reason for bringing that up right then and in front of Aran was still going over your head.Â
âSomewhere along the way I fell in love with ya. I can tell ya that the first day I realized my crush was after Aranâs graduation. You were sittin in the gym and we just talked. You were sad about some loser and I didnt like that. Course I couldn't say anythin cause we werenât even really friends then.â That pause is when what might be happening hits you and you freeze. Itâs something Atsumu notices right away, eyes looking at you with concern. âYa alright?â
The only thing you could do was nod offering a slight squeeze of his hand prompting him to continue. âAlrightâwhere was I âok. Then we got together and I knew it was love. Ya made me feel like I was Iâm top of the world even when I was a jackass.â
âI almost thought we wouldnât make it when ya when off to university. It was hard but we made it. we used to argue so much about stupid shit back then too. You were there before anyone knew who I was as a kid and have stayed with me all the way to being an Olympic athlete.âÂ
At this point you watch as he begins to kneel and youâre hit with the fact that heâs really about to do it. Youâre nodding before he even asks which causes him to laugh. âLet me finish alright.â
âIâm so in love with everything about you and after the announcement I realized we werenât gettin any younger. Youâve been my boo since we were 17 and here we are almost a decade later. Youâre still my boo and I want it forever. So (Y/N) will you marry me?â
Youâre not even sure real words came out before youâve tackled him to the ground in a hug immediately pressing kisses all over his face. Your eyes are teary as his hand rubs comforting circles on your back. The two of you are there for a few moments before Aran finally clears his throat.Â
âI can't believe my little sister is engaged. And to Atsumu no less.congratulations you two.â He shoots you both a warm smile as he watches the two of you. After getting up your arms fling immediately around Aran.Â
âDid you know about this,â the tears finally begin to fall as he just laughs confirming. âI can't believe you let him ambush me like this.â You feel your brother's arms embrace you at the mixture of laughing and crying.Â
âHey, I knew he was proposing soon, not the day. He just called me up earlier claiming today was the day. Now stop crying and look at the cake.â Confusion crosses your face until youâre turned around to see Atsumu holding a cake that reads: marry me? (pls) the ring placed right under the words.Â
After you'd calmed down the three of you just sat in the living room catching up when you realized something. âAtsumu, you were so corny with the song reference.â Looking at Aran the two of you immediately burst into laughter. âI can't believe you referred to me as your boo. Out loud and in all seriousnessâ
âI got it on camera too. Got him in 4Kâ Aran shakes his head.Â
âI can't believe this. I propose and yet still clowning me. I miss when ya were all emotional,â your fiancĂ© huffs. Despite that he doesnât move at all from sitting so close that your legs touched. His eyes kept shooting at the ring on your finger and the desire to get you alone grew by the minute. At some point his hand slipped from the back of the couch to your thigh offering a squeeze.Â
It was then that Aran cleared his throat. âThatâs my cue to head on out. Iâll see you tomorrow sis. Congrats again you two. DonâtâIâm not ready to be an uncle yet, sâall I gotta say.âÂ
âAfter the Olympics work better for ya teammate?âÂ
âHow about never MiyaâÂ
The two of you bid your brother one last goodbye after the warning and before the door is even fully closed your fiancĂ© is pulling you back into his lap. Your heart swells at the way Atsumuâs eyes look at you with so much love and your voice comes out way quieter than you intended. âStill canât believe you quoted Usherâ
Atsumu groans at that The hand that had been plaing with your, ghosting over the ring comes to a stop. . âIâm never showing anyone else that video.âÂ
âItâll be our little secret.âÂ
âYou're lyingâ
The smirk on your face tells him all he needs to know and all he can do is shake his head. âIf yer gonna tell my deepest secret Iâm gonna need you to make it up to me.â His hand slip around your waist, fingers skimming the space where your shirt had ridden up. you return the touch by trailing your hands until palms are placed again his chest.Â
âI think we can arrange something. Isnât that right pretty?â The touch and hushed words were enough to cause heat to flare across your skin.Â
âWhatâd youâd have in mind?â
âA few things,â Atsumu leans close, placing kisses everywhere except your lips. First your close one. Then along your jaw. Right on the corner of your lips. âThink weâve got some celebrating to do, fiancĂ©.â
Atsumu forgot to tell Osamu that night and was ambushed the following morning after watching his private story in which Atsumu made you flash your hand to the camera with an obnoxious number of zooms with the caption: made the Olympic team and got my forever boo đ€Ș
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Film Production Log #3
A frame from âThe Death Of A Homeâł. What year is this? Itâs been a long time coming that I finally got around to writing another one of these things. Itâs three months into 2019 already and I hardly even noticed, made a rude awakening when I looked to the calendar to see that it went from 28 back to 1. With all that, it hit me that I hardly wrote about the progression of any of my current film projects in that period of time. I thought I had a rough idea of how the passage of time worked, as it turns out I know as little about a concept as abstract as time as I do about every other thing in life that defies explanation. Thereâs a reason why I simultaneously dread everything and nothing after all. Iâve written through many variants of this first paragraph beforehand, each draft starting off with the same âlong time comingâ comment, which gained further relevancy with each rewrite. Letâs go and cut this ongoing habit before it goes beyond simple procrastination into flat out absurdity.
A frame from âThe Death Of A Homeâł. Like mentioned with the second production log, we spent most of the December of 2018 haphazardly preparing a forced move that we had to undergo with the sudden gentrification of our apartment at the time. This wasnât the first time I faced the systematic Kafkaesque horror of gentrification. I was pissed, to say the least, and I did the only thing I could do, I documented it. With The Death Of A Home as it is currently, all the footage from the move itself has been compiled and made into a rough cut, adding up to my first proper feature length film at an hour and 12 minutes. The film is comprised of long shots, with scenes ranging from a crew of biohazard workers cleaning the basement of a black mold infestation that was never reported to the tenants to a sequence where long kept hand-painted furniture is forcibly discarded (tossed down a staircase into the back lot to lead to a rain of multicolored paint shards). The whole film will also be accompanied by a harsh noise soundtrack, I mostly have Merzbow stuff playing throughout as a placeholder. Iâll be shooting on the side some abstract visual sequences for the documentary, communicating certain details of our story that werenât captured on film. I have a lot of ideas brewing for the mixed media techniques I could use for creating these images in a live action format, specifically ones that return to the sort of trash bag special effects that I used in my prior film concerning the subject of gentrification, Weightless Bird In A Falling Cage. Setting foot in the new apartment, the first thing we came to notice was the absolutely vacant house next to us. The building was completely abandoned with electricity still hooked up, looked like no one set foot there in years. Having it face the bedroom every day, with our constant visual subjection and time to contemplate we came to the conclusion that something was gonna happen to the building at some point. It was clearly the middle child to an estate that left it to rot. Just in time for when we wrapped up unboxing everything, the building caught fire. At first I didnât pay much mind to the sound of sirens driving through (itâs an Atlanta custom). It eventually hit me that something wasnât quite right when I looked to one of the windows to see bright red, Suspiria technicolor light shining through.
A frame from âBurning Fragments: Mode 3 - Winter 2019âł. Did I go out to have a look? Of course, so did the rest of the neighborhood. Made an interesting meet your neighbor type of gathering, to say the least. I also brought my camera with me, and I came back with a metaphorical stack of raw footage along with a slow-cooked pair of lungs, the film is more important though. From that raw footage, I got the visual edit for the short Burning Fragments, a part of my seasonal âModeâ series that was first kicked off by Hard Drive and continued by my currently unreleased Factory Dreams. Burning Fragments is a montage of morbidly humbling sequences, from a roof visibly caving in through the smoking windows to medical staff cautiously carting out a stretcher, prepared for the worst case scenario. No one came out injured luckily, though I donât mention that in the film (to keep up the haunting atmosphere). Power was cut to the building, the fire was put out and the street stunk of smoke for the next month. I thought it smelt like a smoked rib, one neighbor of ours said it smelt exactly like pot smoke.
A frame from âFactory Dreams: Mode 2 - Fall 2018âł. Right around there was where we thought the story would end, but several days later the building went back up again. This time around I went to one of the firefighters to ask what started the fire in the first place. As it turned out this second eruption was from the ongoing work of someone who had a great disdain to a singular sofa in the abandoned building. The first fire was started off by the arsonist setting this certain sofa aflame, and the guy returned to the scene of the crime to incinerate it for good. Our friendly neighborhood sofa arsonist is still on the run to this day. Going into rapid-fire mode, some other noteworthy moments of the year so far include: OS updating, film editor street fighting, more OS updating, cool experimental film screenings (as seen in my documentary Moonlight Tunnel), one last OS update for good measure and discovering the new OS is as thought out as a tumble down a staircase.
Kafkaâs Supermarket sorta ended up bunched between everything, seeing one quick, sporadic development at a time. The issue with actors still stands, gotta track down some people for the film to act in those pesky performed segments. It all goes smoothly until youâve gotta spend the time and physical resources of other living, fleshy beings into your freaky unscripted cinematic daydreams. Around the end of February, I collaborated with local collage artists Steven and Cassi Cline to write the dialogue for the film, collage literature style. We took several different approaches when it came to fully fleshing things out, some were done as experimental writing games while others were the more familiar cut n paste technique. The script took a wide variety of resources, including the FBI documents printed from the internet archive, the prologue of a Georges Bataille philosophical text and a book on nuclear weapons. I was largely the supplier when it came to the process, while I do visual collage stuff often Iâm less of a writer (both letter by letter and cut up source by cut up source). Readings of the literary collages will be interspersed throughout the film with an announcer who seems completely detached from the surreal nature of the scenes he describes. Burroughsâ approach for writing Naked Lunch aside, the primary source of inspiration for this detail comes from my memories of a radio clock that we had during my childhood. I would tune through channels with it searching for classical music, but most often Iâd find news stations. Not knowing anything about politics at the time (being 5 to 6 years old and all), the nature of what was being discussed was completely alien to me. With how Kafkaâs Supermarket is focused on the nightmarish distortion of everyday life in capitalist America, I felt it was necessary to recreate the atmosphere of those broadcasts that confused me all those many years ago. One detail that left the production hung for a significant amount of time, as minuscule as it may seem, was the masks the actors would be wearing. The visual style of Kafkaâs Supermarket was adapted from my 2017 zine What Brought Me To This Point, an experiment in nihilistic writing that focuses on the mental state of a man with prosopagnosia and a non-specified mental illness. My general understanding of prosopagnosia at the time was admittedly limited, I had just heard of a condition where someone couldnât recognize faces and something about the idea creatively resonated. From this, all the characters were designed with the same basic facial template, prioritizing the bare essentials of the human face with an emphasis on the uncanny. Kafkaâs Supermarket further branches out this aesthetic in using it as a wider embodiment of the lack of individual personality in a capitalist state, where everything is selling to a set of categorized markets that represent the general populace.
A frame from âKafkaâs Supermarketâ. The thing is, human heads arenât structured like these figures I was drawing. I spent an absurdly long time contemplating how exactly I could recreate the look of these characters not only with a budget but with a budget without having it look too âstore-boughtâ in a way. The main catch was I was going by realism and not surrealism. At that point, I briefly lost sight of what exactly I was doing. We all make mistakes. I brooded on how I could convincingly recreate an abstract illustration. It took until I started reading the screenplays of KĆbĆ Abe that sense hit me again when I questioned how it would be done in a theater production. That was when I remember that Iâm making a non-narrative experimental film, not something like a superhero fan film where a certain level of suspension of disbelief is expected. Since then I plotted out an alternative thatâs simultaneously more affordable than anything I was theorizing beforehand while also being more surreal and true to the theories and atmosphere behind Kafkaâs Supermarket (and even itâs predecessor, What Brought Me To This Point). Since then Iâve found myself further experimenting with the fusion of film and theater, specifically the use of minimal props and images to convey a greater concept. Iâll be reposting cast calls for actors through the next several days, hoping for the best while I also simultaneously pester a nearby grocery store for permission to shoot a short sequence on their property. Productions like this are the ones that leave me realizing the oxymoronic nature in pursuing capitalist chains about the production of strictly anti-capitalist cinematic rhetoric.
A frame from âEmpire Of Madness: A Wilderness Within Hell 2âł. While juggling well more than a handful of personal projects (all the films mentioned earlier, a second chapter of Iron Logs and a harsh noise album experiment), I also convinced myself that I can get back into animation again. I was publicly tiptoeing around the idea of a second Wilderness Within Hell film for a while, and now it seems that it will likely be a thing with Empire Of Madness. Itâs not really a direct sequel as much as it is a continuation of the style that was first started with Madhouse Mitchel. Set in the same age of industrial totalitarian inferno as Madhouse Mitchel, Empire Of Madness follows the life of Prometheus after his divine punishment for giving mankind knowledge. Having finally passed physical torture in the complete separation of his physical body, Prometheus wanders the Earth as an anomalous figure that assembles itself in a seemingly manufactured, mechanical nature. With pieces of his blood and flesh inherited by every man and woman with his given wisdom, he is inconsequently responsible for a curse put on all of humanity that destines man to collapse in paranoia and violence. Prometheus is shunned by everyone who crosses his path, seeing him as a sickly demon. Prometheus comes to realize that aside from his physical torture, the true act of divine punishment enacted on him will be the experience of having his own creation slowly destroy itself while it collectively tries to kill him.
A frame from âEmpire Of Madness: A Wilderness Within Hell 2âł. Iâm simultaneously writing the filmâs screenplay while I draw certain visual intensive scenes. Like I mentioned Iâm still a bit rough around the edges with writing, so for this phase of production, Iâll actively study KĆbĆ Abeâs scripts and also the screenplays to an Akira Kurosawa film and Battleship Potemkin. Iâll still in a way aim more to minimalism with how certain things play out, with this seriesâ influences in Japanese guro art itâs more inclined to create a certain nightmarish atmosphere above all else. While Madhouse was largely anti-systemic rage, this film leans more to bleak existentialism. Bits of the soundtrack are already recorded, the main theme can currently be heard here. Thatâs about all I have to write for now. Now to wait another four months until I post anything text based on here again.
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Fly Me to the Moon :: Ch 1
Genre: Pure fluff crack
Word Count: 2,510
Pair: Yoongi x Jimin
Collaborated with @tayvengeance
Chapter: 1
"CHEER UP THIS SAD, EMO BOY!"
02-222-3333
Jimin stared at the note on the bathroom wall for a solid 5 minutes before he pulled out his phone and typed in the number.
authors note: we do not own any of the pictures, for better formatting so itâs more comfortable to read, check it out on AO3! AO3 link:Â Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/14944508/chapters/34626863 Twitters: Taeâs Sujinâs <3 - Tae & sujin
Chat with Mochi_Moves
2015.11.15
14:00
Mochi_Moves:
Will this make you feel happier?
SUGA:
What the fuck
Who is this?
Mochi_Moves:
That doesnât matter. Did the picture make you laugh? c:
SUGA:
No what the fuck
I think you have the wrong #
Mochi_Moves:
Aw :c
No, I just found this number and wanted to make you a happy emo boy!
SUGA:
Wait, who are you
How do you know Iâm emo
Also itâs not emo
Itâs grunge
Fuck you
Mochi_Moves:
But..Iâm not supposed to tell strangers my name :c
Just call me Mochi
Iâll be your anonymous friend c:
Why are you a sad grunge boy?
SUGA:
Life is a bitch
Thatâs why.
Mochi_Moves:
Ohmygod, this poor soul
Who hurt you??????
SUGA:
Like iâm gonna tell a stranger my life story
Mochi_Moves:
But didnât you know?
Itâs easier to tell strangers
Come on c: c: c:
SUGA:
Add another smile to that and I just might strangle you
Iâm kidding
But not really
Mochi_Moves:
:c
SUGA:
Now thatâs a relatable emotion
Mochi_Moves:
Okay alright
I wonât pressure you
You can tell me tomorrow c:
Instead tell me something happy about yourself!
c:
SUGA:
I have mint hair.
I guess thatâs happy?
Idk
Coloured hair makes me happier
Mochi_Moves:
Mint???? Wow!
Iâve never seen anyone with mint hair
That must look so cool *.*
SEND ME A PICTURE
SUGA:
No, what if youâre a predator
Iâve watched Catfish
I know how this shit goes
Mochi_Moves:
But Iâm not! Just the hair
Pleeeaaassseee?
c:
SUGA:
Only if you tell me who you are
Mochi_Moves:
How do I know youâre not a predator either?
Maybe youâre the bathroom janitor for all I know
SUGA:
YOUâRE THE ONE WHO KNEW I WAS AN
EMO BOY
YOU MESSAGED ME FIRST
Mochi_Moves:
I just found it in the bathroom and wanted to
cheer up a sad grunge emo boy
SUGA:
Goddammit Hoseok.
He fucking put my number on the
stall wall again, didnât he
Iâm gonna fight him
Last time he did this, I got calls
nonstop
Mochi_Moves:
Hoseok?
JUNG HOSEOK??????
SUGA:
for a week.
Holy shit.
You know my arch nemesis?
Mochi_Moves:
Yeah! I dance with him!
Heâs a great friend
Annoying sometimesâŠ
BUt wonderful c:
SUGA:
Holy shit
Youâre that Jimin kid he always
talks about
The revered dancer
âGod, Yoongi you should see him. The way he moves his body is
the closest humans will get to magic.â
Mochi_Moves:
He really said something like that?? Wow, heâs really pushing it
Hah..
But you exposed yourself,
Nice to meet you Min Yoongi c:
SUGA:
Thatâs Yoongi HYUNG to you
Well, since I know youâre not going to prey on my gay ass
Mochi_Moves:
Ah, well
Two gay boys can be friends
c:
So donât worry
I wonât be a gay predator
SUGA:
Fellas,
Is it gay to have gay friends
Mochi_Moves:
Letâs try it and see if itâll answer your question!
c:
SUGA:
Well, I showed my face.
Your turn, punk.
Mochi_Moves:
Iâm not a punk :c
According to Hoseok
Iâm a soft mochi
SUGA:
Is that that Taehyung kid
Heâs in my art class
I swear to GOD
Loudass motherfucker
But I guess he makes me laugh
Mochi_Moves:
BITCHDV
WATCH WOT U SAY BOU
M E
I KNOW WHE REY
YOU SIT
SUGA:
Holy shit heâs been reading over
your shoulder?
Hey kid, youâre wild. I admire it.
Especially when you got the fire alarm to go off
in the middle of free painting the other day.
Idk how you did it. You didnât even leave your
seat.
Mochi_Moves:
I hav my ways ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ Next time i jasdskjf
Sdfgk
Sorry! Taehyung took my phone
When I left the room
But yes itâs the one and only
Weâre roommates
c:
SUGA:
I see. So no hanging at your place.
Haha
Iâm just kidding
Not really
But yeah
Mochi_Moves:
Oh, so you do want to
come over sometime then?
Is that what youâre saying?
c: c: c:
SUGA:
I thought we had bonded over being
Hobiâs friend
I thought WE were gay pals
Without it being gay
Mochi_Moves:
Ah, youâre right!
I thought maybe
You already went onto the next base
Im so glad it didnât turn out like that
My best gay pal c:
Second to Taehyung of course
SUGA:
I mean, you are a handsome fella
But
I donât uh, date, really.
Mochi_Moves:
Ahhhh, does your love life
have to do with you being a sad emo grunge boy?
A tragic backstory?
SUGA:
A tale for another time.
(like far beyond this time)
Hahaha
Mochi_Moves:
So like
tomorrow?
SUGA:
Someoneâs persistent
Why do you wanna know so bad?
Gonna try to fix the depressed grunge boy?
Mochi_Moves:
Youâre just an interesting person
Min yoongi
Iâll figure you out c:
SUGA:
Thatâs hyung to you, brat.
Chat with Mochi_Moves
2015.11.16
02:30
Mochi_Moves:
Did this cheer you up?
c:
He had too much soju last night
SUGA:
You all drank without me
What the fuck
Mochi_Moves:
Iâm sorry :c
Iâll invite you next time!
It was a night out for the dance team
But it can just be us the next time
And Iâll bring taehyung
And hoseok
c:
You donât want to be around the dance team
When theyâre drunk
Trust me
SUGA:
Iâll take your word for it.
Mochi_Moves:
But did it cheer you up????
SUGA:
How can I not laugh at his dumb face
Mochi_Moves:
Just donât tell him
Heâll make me do push ups for days
if he finds out I have this
considering he blacked out
and doesn't remember a thing
heh
SUGA:
I told him you found my number yesterday
He screamed
Then he sent me this:
And asked how gay I was for you
Mochi_Moves:
DELETE THIS NOW
!!!!
SUGA:
No. it brings me joy.
Mochi_Moves:
Yoongi
Whyy
:c
SUGA:
Hey, havenât you been trying to make me
happy?
It worked.
Mochi_Moves:
Thatâs true..
My pain is your happiness
câ:
SUGA:
But I told him I wasnât gay for you
AND THEN
He sent me this:
And said âhow about now?â
I just need to know, what was the
occasion?
Mochi_Moves:
Why does hyung still have this
I swear
Iâm going to go talk to this..
Brb
Heâs in the other room
c:
SUGA:
Tell him I said thank you for our new
Kakao chat background pic
Mochi_Moves:
YOU DIDNT
MIN YOONGI
TELL ME YOU
DIDNT
SUGA:
Mochi_Moves:
Thatâs..heh
I donât know what to say to that
Asdfhjkl
That was a performance I did a few years back
For a dance competition
Hoseok hyung begged
I didnât want to
But i did anyway, itâs hyung
I canât say no to him
I retired the exposed chest look
So donât expect another one
C:
Ever
SUGA:
Not to sound gay or anything
But
You have a nice body.
Good job.
Mochi_Moves:
What about you Mint Yoongi?
What do you do?
SUGA:
Write/compose/play music
A lil art here n there
Iâm skilled on the piano.
And I have some beats on soundcloud
Mochi_Moves:
Wow! I love a good artist c:
Have you released anything to music companies??
SUGA:
Uh...
Kinda?
Mochi_Moves:
You must be famous! Can I hear some of your work??
SUGA:
Iâm about as famous as you.
https://soundcloud.com/bangtan/agustd103
There you go, I guess.
Mochi_Moves:
It sounds amazing!
Youâre so talented
One day you could compose a song
For one of my shows???
How cool would that be?!
SUGA:
Woah, take me to dinner first
Mochi_Moves:
So are you asking for a date??
Mint Yoongi
We havenât even met formally yetâŠ
So fast..
SUGA:
You were the one talking about intimacies
Composing a song for someone is as
intimate as fucking them.
Mochi_Moves: Â
Alright alright
Just gay best pals
Whoâve never met
c:
SUGA:
Well are you insinuating that we should get up
get out and go meet somewhere?
Mochi_Moves:
That would be a good start
Besides
Hoseoks been wanting me to meet you for forever now
I just never had the time
Letâs do it for the sake of this poor hyung
SUGA:
Itâs a monday morning.
I donât have class.
Weâre getting coffee.
Also
Why is Hobi hyung but you REFUSE TO
CALL ME HYUNG
Mochi_Moves:
ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
Meet me at the campus cafe at 10?
SUGA:
Yeah. Sounds good.
Chat With Mochi_Moves
2015.11.25
13:00
SUGA:
Hey
Heyyy
Heyyyyyyy
Jimin
Ji
Min
Mochi_Moves:
Mint Yoongi?
Hi!
What
What is it?
SUGA:
Did I leave my composition notebook
at your place? I canât find it
And Iâm honestly freaking out
Iâm gonna have a panic attack
All my songs are in there
And some stuff I donât want people
poking around in
Mochi_Moves:
Give me just a second, Iâm walking back to my room
Iâm almost there
SUGA:
Fuckkkkk
Okay
Itâs okay
Mochi_Moves:
Oh goodness
Uh
I found it!
I caught Taehyung holding it, but I donât think he read anything
Iâve never lurched at him so quickly
Do you want me to drop it off?
c:
SUGA:
Yes <3
Ew
That heart was so entirely
A you thing
Mochi_Moves:
Aw c:
Youâre sending hearts now
SUGA:
Did it make yours go bangya bangya
Mochi_Moves:
Just a little
c:
SUGA:
Thatâs fucking gay wow
Mochi_Moves:
Iâll safely return your notebook now!
Iâll guard it with my life
And I wonât read anything
I promise
<3
SUGA:
Jimin
Youâre a true hero
I might end up composing that song for
you if you donât watch out.
Mochi_Moves:
You want to go to the next base already?
wow
Iâm impressed
SUGA:
Donât get your hopes up, sweetie
My emotional capacity is that of a
teaspoon.
Mochi_Moves:
If you triple the recipe, youâll get a tablespoon
I just gotta triple my love
And your emotional capacity will go up
c:
SUGA:
Which girl group sang that
Bc thatâs what you sound like
Itâs pretty gay.
Mochi_Moves:
I live with a gay roommate,
I learn a lot of gay things from him
Now open up Mint Yoongi
Iâm outside
SUGA:
I would yell @ you for not calling me hyung
But i want my damn notebook.
Iâm coming.
Chat With Mochi_Moves
2015.11.27
02:50
Mochi_Moves:
Mint Yoondi
Min
T
Yonff
Ccd:
SUGA:
Wha
Are you drunk?
Mochi_Moves:
Yeff
Yessd
So muffh soju
Whaff aru yo u ding
SUGA:
Where are you?
Are you safe?
Mochi_Moves:
I jusf go t home
Tae t ae passef out
I wasa bored
And mussed u
SUGA:
You saw me like 7 hours ago
Mochi_Moves:
Oghmygo
Ohmydo
That wascd so lo ng ago
::(
SUGA:
Jimin
You should drink water and go to sleep
Please
For your health
Mochi_Moves:
Im
Im nof tierd
Ill  dinrk wahter though
Aru you still u p wrintinh musi
C
???/
SUGA:
As usual.
Mochi_Moves:
WHAt isi it about this tim e/?
SUGA:
My first love.
Mochi_Moves:
Fird love?
I neve r heARd anything abo ut your love life
Didi somethin rly happen to make u
An emo grunge bo y?
Can you ttell me about it??
SUGA:
Not when youâre drunk.
Ask me when youâre sober.
Mochi_Moves:
Ehehhehfdhe
You sitll won t share about yourself :c
I thoght we were best gay pals
I thoufht we got close enough to talk abuot these kind
Of things
SUGA:
Your hangover is gonna be nasty.
How about
I come over in the morning, bring some fire ramen
And tell you about me.
I just donât want you to forget the conversation.
Mochi_Moves:
Wooooooooooow
minT yoon gi
The sweetest man
Fire ranen sounds
fantatiiiiiiifc
SUGA:
You bet your ass Iâm the sweetest man
Iâll fuck up anyone who says otherwise.
Mochi_Moves:
Sweet as suga r
c:
SUGA:
Damn right i am
Mochi_Moves:
<3/
Chat With The.V.Zone
2015.11.29
15:00
The.V.Zone:
Lstn Yoongz
I saw your notebook
SUGA:
I figured you werenât above snooping in my shit
Trying to figure me out
Or whatever.
The.V.Zone:
I was nvr a fan of you in the first place
Ill b honest
SUGA:
Understandable.
I used to find you unbearably obnoxious
The.V.Zone
I donâât kno what my Chim has goin on in his head
But heâs all ovr u these days
And im gttn weird vibes
I dnt feel comfortable with this situation
Bck off a little
Chim is a sensitive soul
I donât want any1 hurting him
SUGA:
Just curious, but what did you read
The.V.Zone
Smthn abt ur first love
SUGA:
Ah.
Thatâs uh,
I wrote that about my piano
The.V.Zone
Wut.
SUGA:
Look, my family situation was kinda
Eh
It wasnât great
So I played piano and wrote music
And well
I fell in love with it.
I think itâs the only thing Iâve ever loved.
The.V.Zone:
âŠ
weLL WHY DIDNT U JUST SAY SO
LOOK @ U
A SOFT EMO BOY FALLIN IN LUV
WITH A
PIANo
Wow u r so gay
SUGA:
My name is literally sugar, why are you all
so surprised to find out iâm nice?
The.V.Zone:
U always look rly grumpy
Like ur ready 2 kill someone
I dnt want my Chim around a murderer
SUGA:
Itâs call resting bitch face and Iâm sorry it
bothers you.
Jimin is a dear friend to me. I would never
do anything to hurt him.
The.V.Zone:
Well
If u say so
THEN BY ALL MEANS FEEL FREE 2 CUM OVR ANYTIME
But im not kiddin bout backing off
Chims mine
Furever
SUGA:
Wait, are you harbouring romantic
feelings for Jimin?
The.V.Zone:
Am i
Am i harborinfdsf
LMMAAAAAAAAOO
Ohmyg o d
Hyung
Ur so funny
Im crying
Oh dear god no
Im happily taken
But ty for ur concern
SUGA:
See, we donât talk so I donât know these
things about you.
Donât worry
You still and will forever remain Jiminâs #1
The.V.Zone:
Good
But wait
What abt u
R u harboring feelings for my Chim??
SUGA:
âŠ
I liked it better when we werenât talking
The.V.Zone
Oh
O h
OH
I liked it better when we werenât talking too.
BUT 2 LATE 4 THAT
SPILL THE JUICES
I WONT TELL I PROMISE
SUGA:
Every single fiber of my being tells me that
that is a lie
The.V.Zone:
:)
U dont kno me
SUGA:
Yeah thatâs the problem
The.V.Zone:
Okay
Rmbr Jiminâs recent performance?
U 2 sick with the flu
And cldnt go
SUGA:
:/ I still feel bad about that.
He was so excited for me to watch.
The.V.Zone
Well
I hve pics
V good pics
If u tell me ill send them 2 u
U wont regret
:) :)
SUGA:
You know, I might have misjudged you, Kim Taehyung.
I apologize for that.
The.V.Zone:
U r forgiven
SUGA:
Well. I havenât told anyone this
but
I have
emotions
regarding a certain person
named
Park Jimin.
The.V.Zone:
*sigh*
Some1 in luv
With my Chim
SUGA:
You throw the word âloveâ out so easily
Iâve only known him personally for like 2 weeks
The.V.Zone:
Gr8 point
Thats why ur perfct 4 him
An intellectual
Iâll deliver what i promised
Cherish these with ur lyfe
Regrettin that flu yet?
SUGA:
Holy shit
Iâm gay
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