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[hanabisays]

@inablinkgone

She had woken up in a rather unfamiliar surrounding. The room she woke up in was clean, well kept, and had a lot of cute objects that she knew, she was not even allowed to keep. She was surprised to see things that were unfamiliar to her.

Then, when the singer stepped out into the world, she was greeted by bright light. A sun, the sound of people chattering...People and not...

...She was surrounded by people that looked like her and for those that didn't---they walked amongst the humans.

She feels disorientated. As if she's taken a very long nap and woke up confused. she is confused.

it's only natural that she'd reach for the nearest person, fingers wrapping at the ends of his sleeve, "E-Excuse me."

[heclingmuzik]

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Ismael strums the electric guitar idly, but gently as to not drown out her's and Till's conversation. "I haven't been playing long. I started playing ever since I met my partner. Sal's a really great guitarist and taught me how to play."

She strums again and asks, "how long have you been playing?"

[beforemeteor]

@inablinkgone event starter ►Crystal Funhouse

It had startled him at first. Music wasn't something Sephiroth had been allowed to indulge in too often (frivolous and unnecessary, he was told.) He felt his heart nearly jump out of his chest when the tiles lit up with sound as he enter the ballroom. He hadn't expected it to happen.

He stood still as he listened out. There was a sound in the far distance, a melody that drew his attention. Sephiroth quietly made his way over, the sounds following his steps. The melody that followed him sounded wrong to his ears. He didn't like it and sought out whoever else was in the ballroom. the melody they produced was far better than his own and his curiosity hunger for more.

"How... Pretty." Pretty. That's the only thing he could say as he listened to the other's melody. He wasn't sure if staring was the proper thing to do, but he couldn't look away. He had never heard of music of this sort. It was definitely something the professor would never approve of.

[wldrose]

@inablinkgone

Tip tip tip tap tap tap

What's that sound?

Why, that's the sound of little Kookie Beary running! "Hyaaaahhh!!!!" Followed by the sound of her loud screaming. If one listens even carefully they can hear the sound of something squeaking beneath all that scream!

Kookie Beary has gotten herself in a little pickle and is running for her life as a cat chases behind her. The squeaky noise is coming straight from her red toy hammer that she is slamming about to get this cat off her back!

"MISTER, MISTER HELP ME!" OH, this small doll is running right up to the man urgently!

[ostentumm]

@inablinkgone

...

...?

Countless times, people standing beside him had to hold the child back and tell him none were real. they're not monsters.

Countless times these people had to ensure that those acting were safe. They were okay and not harmed by 'mutants' as Oliver had called them. The kid wasn't used to television. It was still a new and foreign thing to him!

Thank goodness there were people to help him understand that it wasn't real.

When Oliver lifts his head, he notices the familiar mop of hair! Wasn't that guy JUST in this box?

"AH!" And so, he points, eyes wide. He really WAS okay!!! No injuries! Oliver quickly rushes to the actor's side. Not a word spoken, but....he's....sniffing him.

[guidingstarmira]

tiny cutie. sweet baby. smol. i care her...

Beep Beep

So I should make something bad happen to her right?

[divinedevourer]

I love your lil guy. I would never have thought that you're not used to writing antagonistic characters, you write him so naturally. This might come across as rude? but it's 1000% meant as a compliment: I'm delighted to see someone else who likes to write 5 paragraphs of introspection followed by 1 line of dialogue lol! Also. your song headcanons. they're so good...

beep beep!

U GET ME LOL. i don't take that as rude at all, it's 1000000% a compliment to me! i love, loveee doing introspective stuff, i love READING people's introspective stuff, so being able to just get crazy with the cheese whiz so to speak is all kinds of delicious to me! i'm thrilled to know he's a natural-feeling antagonist too, although.. i wasn't quite expecting to touch so deeply on his sympathetic aspects, but that's been a fun surprise! also.. thank u.. heheh.. glad my brainrot super power of imagining amvs for my oc to 638463856 different songs is appreciated!

[punisheye]

I love your big bro Wolfwood! I always make sure to stop and read your dash comms especially, because he always either says what I'm thinking or makes me laugh. But just seeing him around makes me happy. We should thread together sometime!! <3

thank you!! yeah this guy doesn't bother beating around the bush. he's kind of contradictory in the fact that he's both a huge liar and skittish about being open with his feelings but also brutally honest depending on the situation/subject. he's also just very funny intentionally or not. i'm glad seeing him makes you happy!! that makes me happy!! and i'd love to thread sometime, i think these guys would have some good interactions :3

[tatteredcrest]

WINTERES 2024 -> I’M GOING GHOST… INTERACTING! -> @inablinkgone

"Um, hello?" He calls out, his voice echoing back to him as he watches his own breath escape and disappear. The passageway had appeared in the forest (the Forest of...Something. Airaisal, he thinks), and it was certainly magic in nature.

Exhaling he steps back, shoving his hands in his pockets to warm them. Gnawing at his already raw lip, he waits a few minutes, both wanting someone to arrive and then also immediately jumping half a foot into the air with a shout when he hears someone else walking through the woods.

It was a boy, probably a few years older than him, and while that wasn't quite enough to alleviate his anxiety, it was enough to calm him down a bit.

"Are you, uh," he points to the passageway, very clearly not of this world.

"Going in there, or...?"

[smithysouled]

"It is an insult." He had waited until he could find out more about this situation. About the material of the false armor he had been handed, about where his armor was. Taken, again! The park is mostly empty this evening, lights on and most out of the bitter cold.

Perfect weather for a bear. And the perfect moment to express his rage. It emerged from his throat, violent and echoing through the night sky, a roar that shook the ground around him as he lifted the armor onto his hind legs, and smashed it onto the ground, splitting it cleanly.

"An outrage. Once again, a disrespect, to steal one's soul." One large clawed paw reached out and smashed the plastic armor once more, shattering a larger piece.

Huffing, he smells the boy before he sees him, turning to face him, teeth revealed in a growl.

@inablinkgone

[revivalbeast]

Winterfes 2024 -> Spine Chilling Fun @inablinkgone

"Frosty's House of Horror." She read the name, allowing it to settle on her chilled tongue. Metallic chains rattled behind her as she bypassed most of the line, walking through both excited and nervous crowds as she looked at the maze.

But the prize at the end...A t-shirt. She needed that t-shirt.

"I will conquer it." Moving past the boy at the front, she walked with purpose into the maze, seemingly brushing off anyone who tried to stop her, taking off at a sprint in her bare feet into the icy horror.

The attendants looked helplessly at each other, and then to the person at the front of the line. "Uh, sir...Do you mind? Going in after her?" Pleadingly, they gestured into the maze.

"If we didn't have the crowd, we'd send someone in, but given how she's dressed- and we didn't give a warning. Shit."

[foreverembrace]

Looking at the scripts he'd picked up, his brow was furrowed and he chewed nervously on his cheek. The park was cold this time of year - wait, how long had he been here...? - and so he bundled up as best as he could. Maybe he should've asked to meet somewhere else, but it was difficult to run lines with roommates, and there had been nothing available at the production studio.

So, at least, he had his senior here with him. Wherever this was.

"Oh, hey," a small wave, and nervousness mingled with nausea.

"Thanks for agreeing to run lines with me. I'll admit I'm a bit nervous about this one. It's in the amphitheater." Holding out a copy of his lines, he can't help but smile a toothy grin. Things have been...strange, on this island, and he can't help but feel odd about even seeing his senior here.

Had he always been here? He felt like the last time they spoke had either been a long time ago, or had gone very, very wrong.

"I guess we could walk over there, if there's no show going on."

@inablinkgone

[heclingmuzik]

"This is late but- I wanted to tell to you how instrumental you were in helping me feel comfortable when I first got here. I'm not so great at expressing myself face-to-face so... Here this is. I don't have a lot of money but when I finished writing this song I realized I'd written it while thinking about us playing guitar together, so I'm giving it to you. It's just the instrumental backing, no lyrics, but if you wanted to write some I know you could do it justice. If you wanted to preform it or pass it off to somebody at Starberry, I'd be happy with that. I don't think I'll be performing publicly for a while. Merry Holidays. -Till P.S. Thanks for looking out for Ivan too. I know he's a handful."

Attached to the note is a piece of sheet music with sketches of snapdragons climbing up the sides. Till has always been talented in getting the audience to feel his emotions through his music; the song starts off suddenly with overwhelming noise right off the bat before turning into something enthusiastic and cautiously optimistic.

Ismael must have read the note and the music sheet countless times. Okay, maybe the note she's read 5 times, but the sheet...She has yet to put it down. This is something special. For Till to have even thought of their time playing the guitar together and write this sheet from that...OF COURSE it's special.

That meant Ismael had to take extra care with it. Placing the sheet down, Ismael reaches over to send Till a text.

Txt: Till! Thanks for this! I'll make a masterpiece out of it, so stay tuned. Happy holidays to you too! You should come by when you have the chance, okay?

Txt: LOL Iyana and Yairie are asking about you btw!

Once the texts are sent, it's time to get to work!

@inablinkgone

[isolaradiale]

hello! hopefully this works but i'd like to, upon prior reserve, app Till from Alien Stage! his application can be found with the url /app or under the appropriately named link at the top of his blog

Welcome!

You'll be staying in HOUSE 113!

You'll be given a toy guitar.

Enjoy!

--Mod Lyra

[foreverembrace]

As quickly as his own tears had come, they left. For him, there was little point in crying, as it wouldn't change anything. Would it be viewed as fake? As a lie? His hand is smacked away and he almost goes to put it back, fingers twitching and then falling to his side. No point, he considers, he'd already forced Till enough. He wonders, briefly, if the fight will continue. He is disappointed, briefly, that it's over. His blood mouth the closest he could get to feeling warm.

That same warmth when he knew he was dying. Ah, how disappointing. The spotlight of anger is removed, and it leaves him just as confused as he had been before.

At least, he's disappointed until he feels his hand grasped for. Salt and iron sting his own scrapes as his hand is put on Till's head. He hardly knows how to respond, leaving his hand and fingers limp as he observes the other. He's confused, still, but the nuzzle reminds him of their time in the Garden.

He remembers pressing his face against the side of Mizi's face. Sua and Till would swat at him, but Mizi would press her face into his. He never understood her as much as he understood Till and Sua.

But he also remembered the dog, gentle with him and only him. Pressing its nuzzles into him. A quiet understanding and acknowledgement that he never quite felt with anyone else.

Quietly recording the songs that sat at the bottom of his heart.

"It's alright if you hate me."

He says after a long while.

"I don't mind."

He's cheered up either way, finally pressing his palm to Till's head, ruffling his hair. The words conflict with the gesture in the same way that Ivan's heart often conflicts with his actions. He wonders, briefly, if Till would understand what he's trying to convey. That this was all okay. He can be mad. Be the same level of annoyed he was when they were kids.

He doubts it, but a fool can still hope.

Maintaining eye contact with Ivan has always been challenging for Till, and that's usually what he took it as: a challenge. There was something Till found uncomfortable about looking into those glowing coals, an intense warmth that made Till sure if he reached out to them he would regret it. It's because he can't bear to look at Ivan any longer that Till doesn't register Ivan moving his hand until it's gently resting on his face.

(Ivan's hands - warm hands - cold hands - dead hands)

Till flinches away violently. The breath he'd been unconsciously holding escapes through his gritted teeth in a hiss and he scrambles back away from Ivan, scraping the palms of his hands against the pavement.

'Cheer up.'

It's those words that bring Till back out of his own memories and he looks at Ivan, momentarily too shocked to cry. 'Cheer up', as if Till is a pathetic wilting flower in the Garden. 'Cheer up', as if Ivan is a little kid who earnestly believes saying that will fix what's wrong with Till. It's unbelievable that out of all the significant moments in their lives, Ivan would latch onto something that seems so insignificant. To Till it seems insane. It seems sappy... and it makes Till feel as if there's a massive weight on his chest, slowly crushing him.

When Till looks back at Ivan, the weight almost stops his heart for a moment because he realizes that... there are tears in Ivan's eyes. He can't remember Ivan ever crying. Not when he'd been shot or bled or died - and Till realizes that it's his fault Ivan's hurt like this. Part of him feels a sick satisfaction at hurting Ivan like the other had hurt him, but a larger part feels his guilt increase. If Till had been thinking, surely there was a better way to break it to Ivan that he'd died for nothing - but of course, Till hadn't been thinking at all.

'Cheer up.'

Maybe he's just too used to doing the opposite of whatever Ivan asks him to do, because suddenly Till's face crumples and he's crying even harder than he was before. He has to press a hand to his chest because if he doesn't he's afraid his heart will burst out of his ribs. It's hard to breathe through the pressure sitting on his lungs and he struggles to get even a single syllable out between breaths.

"T-that's all you got to say to me?! You're such an ass-hole." Till brings his knees to his chest where he sits on the pavement and hides his face against his against them, soaking them with his tears almost immediately. He hides his face so he doesn't have to see Ivan's bloody mouth or his tears or his stupid fake smile.

The press of his knees to his cheek makes him think of Ivan's hand on his face. It reminds him of when they were younger and he thought that Ivan was pulling him into hugs just to piss him off... until he saw Ivan doing the same with Mizi and Sua. It was then that Till realized there might be more to it than that and begrudgingly let Ivan hang onto him - within reason, of course. Till didn't quite get it, but it seemed to placate the other boy. Maybe even made him genuinely happy.

Face still tucked into his knees, Till uses his bloody hand to blindly feel the pavement between him and Ivan. He finds Ivan's hand and grasps it so tightly he can feel the other's pulse through his fingers. Bringing Ivan's hand up to his own head, Till rubs the back of Ivan's hand against his temple, nuzzling it like Ivan likes to do with him and their friends.

"'Cheer up' your-self, lo-ser." He still struggles to get words out in between harsh breaths, but Ivan's hand in his own grounds him. It's warm. Alive. "Cheer u-up."

[mirror-sua]

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