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[lovejustforaday]

2023 Year End List - #5

The Redshift Blues - Dispirited Spirits

Main genres: Art Rock, Progressive Rock, Midwest Emo

A decent sampling of: Space Rock, Post-Rock, Jazz Rock, Math Rock, Experimental Rock

Midwest Emo, and probably just Emo in general, really ain't usually my thing.

There's definitely some good and some great in nearly every scene, but I find this one in general to be saturated with overly indulgent projects that don't add up in the quality factor, and bands that just come off as harsh and grating. There's also a prominent few artists in this scene that give off the kind of Nice Guy™ energy that makes my skin crawl.

So if I'm completely being honest, I really just came across this record by chance, and decided to check it out almost purely because of the spectacularly awesome cover art and the equally awesome record title. To quote anime youtuber Hazel, that shit owns.

Dispirited Spirits is the moniker of Portuguese singer/songwriter/producer Indigo Dias, who was just 19 fricking years old when he made this record, and just typing that sentence out makes my head wanna explode. HOW??? HOOOOOOW???!?!?!?

What's even more, this is frigging fantastic by my own standards, and I'm not even someone who regularly enjoys a whole lot of Emo music. If there's any young newcomer who's gonna take the world of indie rock by storm, then it's gotta be this guy, right? If I was a betting man, I'd be putting my money on Dispirited Spirits.

Case in point, his latest project.

That is to say, The Redshift Blues is a stunning record that captures the awe and the angst of being that diminutive human being, bearing witness to the grandeur of the night sky which acts as the gateway to the unfathomably vast realm outside of our tiny little blue planet. Who needs expensive VR headsets to simulate floating freely through the endless sea of the cosmos, when you can just listen to this record, close your eyes, and get just about as close to the real deal as you're ever gonna have in your lifetime?

This album does a little bit of everything on the nerdier side of modern rock music - mostly a midwest emo/art rock/prog hybrid, with moments of post-rock, jazz-rock, and math rock all thrown in the mix. At the same time, this very much reinvents and kinda defies genre, clearly aiming to be its own singular thing.

Dias takes his lyrical inspiration from various astronomical phenomena on this record, the title itself being clever wordplay for the death of a relationship that invokes the universe's redshift or tendency towards expansion, causing objects to become more distant from each other over time. Some may find this dorky or try-hard or whatever, but I think the execution is mostly brilliant.

Anyhow, let's cut to the chase and hone in on my favourite tracks.

"Nine Clouds" swims through skies of glittering space dust, with gently gliding guitars that resonate in endless ripples through space and time. This track is impeccably cushiony; disorienting in the sense that it's as if I'm turning in random circles as the musical notes twist, soar, and plummet, but all the while I remain perfectly cradled in a bubble of warm nurturing light.

"Bring Down The Sky" is a journey through cosmological purgatory and back, with various trials of harsh emo power chords separated by periods of rest nestled between mellow psychedelic phaser pedals and flourishing harps. Also, kudos to whoever laid down the many different drum patterns on this track - really holds the whole thing together to give it some solid form and muscle.

"Methanol Fire" interpolates a samba-jazz beat into its hard-rocking midwest emo riffs, making it the grooviest and most rhythmic track on an otherwise sometimes very free-form record. Leisurely space jazz atmosphere interchanged with sad boys moshing in the nucleus of a supernova. These two major components blend together so seamlessly in a way I probably wouldn't have otherwise thought was possible.

The titular outro "The Redshift Blues" is hands down the real showstopper here, as well as the emotional lynchpin of the record. This ten minute opus is one part looming space ambience, one part post-rock epic poem, yet another part part solitary acoustic ballad, and one part cinematic orchestral elegy. The moment of that final line of the bridge where Dias utters "I'll find you in the stars" and everything comes forth in this really mind-blowing, unearthly harmonious sound swell - that moment just really gets to me. A simple instance of pure, raw, ephemeral beauty in the midst of a very chaotic composition.

There are a few sparring moments here or there where it meanders or overly indulges itself - mostly on "Saturnine Saturn Dreams" - But overall I'm mostly impressed at how much of this manages to come together in a way that comes off very natural. There's a lot of tight composition that's working over-time to make sure that this maintains its nearly amorphous structure.

So yeah, let me reiterate that I am mostly just mind-blown by this project. Dispirited Spirits is easily one of the most ambitious and unique artists in indie rock to have come onto the scene so far in this new-(ish) decade. The powerful cohesion of this project suggests that it came from an visionary who's far more seasoned than Indigo Dias would reasonably be at his young age.

The Redshift Blues brilliantly conveys the existential dread and angst that arises from existing in a world far larger than you could ever imagine, and how that impacts your ability to ever be fully in control of your life when there are so many external factors involved that are so much larger than you. Ultimately, it's a surrendering of the self to the inevitable impotence of being just one person, yet still the artist manages to find a shimmer of hope and humility in what is truly sublime about this world. That, I think, is the true Redshift Blues.

9/10

Highlights: "The Redshift Blues", "Nine Clouds", "Bring Down The Sky", "Methanol Fire"

[dia-smthidk]

they’re escaping the containment square y’all 💔

sona belongs to @unfunnyaceartist

why’d I draw this? well, you see I-

🏃💨

[indigopoptart]

DEATH

sharing this in honor of spooky month and totally not bc i completely forgot to post it

[marioluigimarioluigi]

Carmine is Here!

Japanese people of Malaysian descent

DIA DATANG!

[voxyldy]

04.01.2023

[VIDEO]

RM Live in New York Shoot Sketch- BTS (방탄소년난)

Source: Bangtan TV

[diannaphantomfiction]

Entities of the Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum:

Soooo… I've been thinking a lot about Ghost King Phantom AUs and the crossovers with DC Comics and I’ve always thought that it felt like something was missing. Well, I finally figured out what it was. It’s these guys!!!

“What are these guys, Dia?” you ask? Well, dear friends who don’t read Green Lantern comics, allow me to teach you!

These are the entities of Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum, one of The Seven Forces of the Universe, is the power source for the entire Lantern Corps and each corps has an entity, for each emotion.

The entity for anger and rage (red) is the Butcher. The entity for avarice and greed (orange) is Ophidian. The entity for fear (yellow) is Parallax. The entity for will (green) is Ion. The entity for hope (blue) is Adara. The entity for compassion (indigo) is Proselyte. The entity for love (violet/pink) is the Predator. The entity for buried primal emotions (ultraviolet) is Umbrax. The entity for Death, the total absence of emotion (black), is Nekron. The entity for the White Light of Creation is the Life Entity.

Now, as a fandom, we talk a lot about eldritch deities and powers beyond comprehension, all while leaving out the eldritch monstrosities that are canon to the DC Universe. And I think they are prime opportunities to turn things into ghosts for fanon.

Not only are they pure manifestations of the emotions they represent, they also glow, fly, and do other ghostly things. It is simple to say that the light they are made out of is a different, purer form of ectoplasm, contaminated only by the emotions they’re made of.

Also, they can possess people, taking people as hosts, and can puppet them around for their own plans, grant them powers through that possession, or (with enough will power) be wrangled into submission by their host. THIS IS SUPER GHOSTY!!!

I like to think that, instead of Ancients, they are something more primal that is harder for Danny to handle. They exist because emotion exists, so while they can be contained or banished, they cannot fade unless that emotion ever fades. They also cannot be deposed or replaced. Honestly, I think it would be REALLY COOL to include or mention them in some fanfic.

[fleecethecat]

therian names

adalinda.　anastasia.　apalala.　apep.　arrow.　attor.　azar.　basilisk.　belinda.　blake.　blaze.　boruta.　brande.　cadmus.　cain.　chaos.　chimera.　chua.　chumana.　chusi.　crow.　danbala.　devlin.　dia.　diahna.　diamond.　diamontina.　dice.　diederik.　diedrick.　dierk.　drache.　drachen.　draco.　dracul.　drago.　dragomir.　drake.　drakon.　draven.　ember.　emerald.　fafnir.　fraener.　gem.　gemalynn.　gemariah.　gemini.　george.　gold.　goldwin.　goldwine.　goldwyn.　gunther.　horner.　hydra.　indigo.　iseul.　jade.　jaydeen.　jayden.　jewel.　kaida kaida.　kaliyah.　kayda.　kenna.　khaleesi.　kirin.　knucker.　lilith.　longwei.　ludwig.　malinda.　medus.　melusine.　morgan.　mortem.　nithe.　nox.　obsidian.　onyx.　ormr.　orochi.　pachua.　pearl.　pearla.　pearlina.　quetzalcoatl.　raven.　ren.　ring.　ringo.　ruby.　ryoko.　ryuu.　salem.　scales.　scylla.　shade.　shenron.　shesha.　siegfried.　silver.　silverio.　slayer.　sol.　storm.　stormy.　syrax.　tanis.　tatsuya.　tiamat.　vale.　valryon.　veles.　viper.　vyara.　wyvern.　zafira.　zahhak.

[pupsmailbox]

DRAGON ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　adalinda.　anastasia.　apalala.　apep.　arrow.　attor.　azar.　basilisk.　belinda.　blake.　blaze.　boruta.　brande.　cadmus.　cain.　chaos.　chimera.　chua.　chumana.　chusi.　crow.　danbala.　devlin.　dia.　diahna.　diamond.　diamontina.　dice.　diederik.　diedrick.　dierk.　drache.　drachen.　draco.　dracul.　drago.　dragomir.　drake.　drakon.　draven.　ember.　emerald.　fafnir.　fraener.　gem.　gemalynn.　gemariah.　gemini.　george.　gold.　goldwin.　goldwine.　goldwyn.　gunther.　horner.　hydra.　indigo.　iseul.　jade.　jaydeen.　jayden.　jewel.　kaida kaida.　kaliyah.　kayda.　kenna.　khaleesi.　kirin.　knucker.　lilith.　longwei.　ludwig.　malinda.　medus.　melusine.　morgan.　mortem.　nithe.　nox.　obsidian.　onyx.　ormr.　orochi.　pachua.　pearl.　pearla.　pearlina.　quetzalcoatl.　raven.　ren.　ring.　ringo.　ruby.　ryoko.　ryuu.　salem.　scales.　scylla.　shade.　shenron.　shesha.　siegfried.　silver.　silverio.　slayer.　sol.　storm.　stormy.　syrax.　tanis.　tatsuya.　tiamat.　vale.　valryon.　veles.　viper.　vyara.　wyvern.　zafira.　zahhak.

PRONOUNS ⌇　ancient/ancient.　bon/bone.　bonk/bonk.　bump/bump.　cae/caer.　chi/chime.　co/coin.　coal/coal.　crown/crown.　dae/daem.　daey/daem.　dar/dark.　dia/diamond.　die/dice.　dra/dra.　dra/drac.　dra/draco.　dra/drago.　dra/dragon.　dra/drak.　dra/drake.　drae/draer.　drae/drago.　drag/drag.　dragon/dragon.　dy/dym.　emerald/emerald.　fang/fang.　fea/feather.　fire/fire.　flap/flap.　flight/flight.　fly/fly.　fur/fur.　ge/gem.　gem/gem.　gol/gold.　grim/grim.　hoard/hoard.　horn/horn.　ink/ink.　jade/jade.　jet/jet.　jewel/jewel.　legend/legend.　legend/legendary.　legendary/legendary.　li/lich.　mort/mort.　night/night.　nom/nom.　pearl/pearl.　poke/poke.　rawr/rawr.　ring/ring.　ruby/ruby.　scale/scale.　scale/scaly.　si/silk.　silver/silver.　spike/spike.　stomp/stomp.　storm/storm.　tooth/teeth.　tuft/tuft.　ve/vair.　voi/void.　wing/wing.　wing/winged.　wisp/wisp.　wy/wyr.

[aspiringtrashpanda]

I don't know if you've ever heard the song "You, Me, and Steve" but I think it would be such a funny idea with how clingy some of the characters are.

The two ideas I have are Mephistopheles trying to hang out with Diavolo and Lucifer, Barbatos, and Mc keep popping up and Diavolo being Diavolo gets distracted immediately.

Or a character trying to hang out with Mc but the brothers keep popping up like crazy and they just won't leave.

AH thank you so much for reminding me of this song. I haven't heard it in SO LONG AND IT'S SO GOOD. (For those unfamiliar, you really should listen.)

Characters: Mephistopheles, Diavolo, Lucifer, MC, Mammon Mephisto POV, fluff and shenanigans No warnings apply

Mephistopheles was on cloud nine. 

His cane tapped against the cobblestone path with such vigor, he briefly considered its use redundant. The slap of his shoes already bounced up towards the grand entrance of the Demon Lord’s castle, a testament to the highest quality of leather that he could afford. He was certain that a knockoff brand would never capture such a skip to his step. 

The moon shone bright in the afternoon sky, the hue of the night more of an indigo haze than an inky abyss. The dark bushtits sang a creepily cloying melody, their wings rustling the sharp leaves of reaching tree branches. The mild temperature clung to his uniform - not too hot to welcome sweat, but not too cold to catch a chill. Truly, it was a good day.

A good day that had gotten even better with the buzz of his D.D.D., sounding in time with the end of his last class at RAD. 

2:59pm - Lord Diavolo

Good afternoon, Mephisto! I was hoping you would be free to join me for tea today?

3:00pm - Mephistopheles

It would be my pleasure, Lord Diavolo. I will call for my driver this instant.

3:00pm - Lord Diavolo

Oh please, Mephisto. “Lord” is not necessary. I await your prompt arrival! There are sweets here that I put aside for you! 😀

Mephistopheles could barely contain his excitement, each step towards the ornate doors of the castle sending endorphins rushing through his veins. The creak of the hinges always made him nostalgic for the first time he ever set foot into the maze of hallways and ballrooms and bedrooms. He and his little brother could get lost for hours, playing hide and seek with the Demon Prince himself. Ah, to be the most trusted confidant of Diavolo once more…

Of course, an invitation to tea was a step in the right direction!

With a roll of his shoulders, a quick peek at his reflection in a framed photo to ensure his hair remained perfectly coiffed, and the determination of a thousand rampaging wildebeest, Mephistopheles marched directly to the garden. He put on his best smile, sharpened his mind like a blade. Perhaps he could discuss the latest meeting of the House of Lords with his old friend. They could exchange controversial takes on the difference between the ruling generation and the successors! What an opportunity for an intellectual discussion that could also demonstrate Mephisto’s thorough understanding of Devildom politics. 

It was a good day. A perfect day to take back what was his rightful place at Lord Diavolo’s side.

A good day that was instantly soured by Lucifer’s smug face smirking over the lip of a teacup. 

“Ah, Mephisto!” Diavolo stood from his seat to spread his arms in welcome. His large frame knocked the table ever so slightly, a bit of tea sloshing out of Lucifer’s cup. Mephistopheles couldn’t help the twinge of satisfaction he felt at Lucifer’s frown. 

Lord Diavolo was speaking. Mephisto could see his lips moving, his hands gesturing to the seat across from him at the table. However, Mephisto’s mind was too busy racing, clinging to the swiftly dying embers of hope, calculating how best to get rid of Lucifer. Could he curse the man’s tea? Make it so he has to leave with stomach troubles?

No, Lord Diavolo would see through that. And if he didn’t, Barbatos would, Mephistopheles was sure. A quick survey of the surroundings told him Diavolo’s all-mighty butler was absent, which was… odd. He had expected Barbatos. He hadn’t expected Lucifer.

Regardless, the poison his tea plan was off the table.

The table at which he settled himself, Lord Diavolo rushing to pour a delicate herbal tea into a mug. Bitterly, Mephistopheles wondered if the Demon Prince had poured Lucifer’s tea for him.

“I’m so glad you could join me today, Mephisto,” Diavolo beamed, pushing a plate of pastries - his favorite flavors, Mephistopheles noticed with satisfaction - towards him. “I hope you don’t mind that Lucifer decided to drop by as well! The more, the merrier, as they say!”

Mephisto did mind. He minded quite a bit actually. Still, he bit his tongue and offered a diplomatic smile, tactfully avoiding Lucifer’s arrogant glare. “I’m grateful for the chance to catch up with you, Lord Diavolo.”

“Really,” Diavolo’s smile wilted into a grimace, “You don’t have to be so formal, Mephisto. We grew up together! Call me Dia, if you want. I don’t mind!”

Mephisto couldn’t help it. His chest swelled with pride. He preened his invisible feathers (Absently, he considered that if he had been an angel, he would have had fourteen wings. Two more than Lucifer, at least)  - Diavolo was okay with him calling him a nickname! That just showed how close they were! 

“I’m honored that you still hold me in such high regard, Dia,” Mephisto drew out the name, exaggerating it as one would grant a lover a pet name. He could see Lucifer bristle in his peripheral.

“Well of course!” Diavolo laughed, “I enjoy casual familiarity between friends, isn’t that right, Lucifer?”

Lucifer did not avert eye contact as he dipped his head in acknowledgement, “That’s correct…Dia.”

And Diavolo’s laughter only became more boisterous. He clapped his hands together, delightment practically dripping from his pores. “Oh, would you listen to that! How fun! We’re the closest friends, are we not?”

Mephistopheles was ready to accept this fate. It was fine, he had decided, resigned to the truth that separating Diavolo from Lucifer was a task too impossible to pull off. He could still be in Lord Diavolo’s good books alongside the aggravating ex-angel. Maybe the three of them could become an unstoppable trio! He wasn’t keen on direct communication with Lucifer, but perhaps Diavolo could act as a mediator. 

Unfortunately, his mild manner fizzled out the moment the door to the gardens slammed open. There you were, in all your captivating glory, storming towards the tea party with a fire in your eyes. You weren’t alone, either. Barbatos watched you with amusement glimmering in his gaze as he held the door open for Mammon, who was unable to match the former’s energy. No, Mammon looked like a balloon animal drained from any helium. He dragged his feet, trailing after you like a petulant toddler who had just been told he had to eat his vegetables before getting ice cream. 

Mephistopheles wasn’t entirely sure why Mammon decided to choose the seat next to him, though he was too interested in the unfolding situation to really care.

“Dia! Lucifer! We need your help!” You began, snagging a pastry from Mephisto’s plate (the one curated by Lord Diavolo) to nibble on. “Mammon lost a very expensive piece of jewelry and the thief seems to have set up a scavenger hunt! We think the clues will lead us to the necklace!”

Mephisto stifled a snort. One look at Mammon told him everything that remained unsaid - there was no thief involved at all, only a demon who had set up such a scenario in hopes of gifting something special in lieu of confessing his feelings. It seemed that Lucifer could read between the lines as well, his eyes darting to fix his younger brother with an unreadable stare. 

Diavolo, however, took the tale at face value. “Fascinating!” He exclaimed, already rushing to his feet, “Lead the way! We have to decipher the clues!”

And as you led your parade of support from the Demon Prince and the Avatar of Pride, Mammon hung back. He sighed, long and low, letting his head loll on his shoulder. His eyes dull with defeat, he chuckled a sound that held no mirth. “You too, huh?”

Mephistopheles sniffed, “I am nothing like you.”

“Fine. Be like that.” And then he pulled himself up, a puppet with loose strings sauntering towards the castle. “I’ll let ya know how Diavolo likes the necklace.”

“Wait!” Just like that, Mephisto found himself back at Mammon’s side in an undignified display of desperate sprinting. He eyed the fallen angel warily, “Any chance you can pretend you didn’t see that?”

“Sure,” Mammon shrugged, “But you owe me one.”

*・゜・*:.。.*.。.:*・☆・゜・*:.。.*.。.:*・☆・゜

The favor was repaid with princess dia and prince Lucifer stickers. I usually prefer to format the chats differently, but I'm a little restricted with Tumblr, unfortunately. My requests are open! Find out more HERE!

[indgc]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ love of mine, some day you will die. but i'll be close behind, i'll follow you into the dark. no blinding light or tunnels to gates of white. just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark. if heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied, illuminate the "no"s on their vacancy signs. if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I'll follow you into the dark.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤindigo lucian song. filho de melinoe, nascido há 21 anos. conselheiro do chalé 27.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ( + ) determinado ;ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ( - ) tácito;

habilidade

visão noturna. indigo pode se mover tranquilamente por entre o breu de qualquer ambiente, mesmo que ele não seja causado pela ausência de luz natural. mediunidade. indigo pode ver além do véu que separa vivos e mortos. pode conversar com mortos com a mesma naturalidade que conversa com vivos, desde que sejam almas que ainda não encontraram seu caminho. velocidade e durabilidade sobre-humana. por conta desses dois aspectos, indigo realmente é tido como um fantasma por um e outro. ele nunca fez questão de justificar se está mesmo vivo ou se é só um semideus que esqueceu que morreu.

arsenal

manriki. é uma arma mão que consiste em uma corrente com pesos nas duas pontas. as de indigo são longas e ele costuma arrastá-las para o combate como se fosse uma alma penada arrastando suas correntes. ele gosta da teatralidade.  chackram. feito de bronze celestial, encantado e mágico, adornado com inscrições místicas que brilham com uma luz azulada. a forma circular do chackram é semelhante à de uma serpente enrolada, com uma ponta afiada que corta o ar com facilidade. ao ser lançado, o chackram gira com velocidade impressionante, cortando tudo em seu caminho com precisão mortal.

personalidade

indigo não vai falar com você a menos que você inicie a conversa. salvo as vezes em que pretende assustar alguém com o fato de que sim, ele fala. mas não o faz na maior parte do tempo, porque prefere observar as pessoas. interagir nunca foi seu forte. depois de tudo o que passou na infância, se soltar perto de outras pessoas é um problema para ele. por isso, já aceitou todas as alegações sobre ser meio esquisito, também. mas apesar de se mover com a fluidez digna de uma alma penada, com os cabelos e olhos negros contrastando com a pele quase translúcida, ele é um bom garoto. um fantasminha camarada. ele é determinado, obstinado e firme. sabe o que quer e como quer. mas também é bastante gentil e tem uma abordagem mais suave para chegar aos seus objetivos. mas é bastante teatral, adora brincar com o fato de ser algo entre vivo e morto.

biografia

indigo sempre foi uma criança um tanto apática. pálido, com profundos olhos escuros e um silêncio quase sepulcral. nunca foi de falar sem que falem com ele primeiro, nem de se envolver nas coisas. é do tipo que prefere observar e de longe, se puder. isso porque desde muito novo era atormentado pelos traços herdados de seu parente divino. sendo filho da deusa dos fantasmas, a morte sempre foi companhia constante. seus amigos imaginários eram espíritos reais, que ele via e ouvia com a mesma clareza com que via qualquer ser humano vivo. para ele, algo comum. mas sempre assustou todo mundo ao seu redor. isso porque indigo não cresceu com o pai. perdeu-o quando tinha três anos de idade, para um câncer. foi colocado em um orfanato e lá comeu o pão que o diabo amassou. nenhuma das crianças o entendia, então pegavam no seu pé - para dizer o mínimo. ele era vítima de brincadeiras cruéis e daí para pior. como os adultos também não compreendiam sua natureza e tinham medo do que ele falava, as coisas nunca eram inteiramente resolvidas. como sabia que não seria adotado, decidiu fugir do orfanato aos sete anos de idade. nos primeiros dias, vagar sozinho pelas ruas de chicago parecia a melhor coisa do mundo. as pessoas sentiam compaixão por sua situação e o ajudavam com dinheiro e comida. mas ele era só uma criança sozinha no mundo e não demorou para que pagasse por esse preço. indigo nunca soube se a faca que o atravessou foi de um humano ou um monstro encoberto pela névoa. o que ele sabia é que seu sangue estava manchando a neve no chão do parque e a vida estava escorrendo por entre os dedos. foi melinoe, no alto de sua glória, que socorreu o filho e levou o corpo inconsciente para o acampamento. indigo só se lembra do vislumbre da mulher, da voz familiar dentro de sua cabeça o pedindo para não desistir. indigo passou semanas na enfermaria até se recuperar integralmente. foi reclamado devidamente no dia de sua alta e, desde então, não saiu mais do acampamento. afinal, não tinha nada para ele no mundo dos mortais. nunca tinha valido a pena viver como um deles.

extras

por conta das suas habilidades, indigo participa da equipe de corrida com obstáculos e é bom nisso. é uma das poucas vezes em que outros campistas o vêm tão engajado em atividades físicas.

conexões

upcoming.

[chowtrolls]

Moving Day

Dia moves into his first apartment!!! :D His favorite rust moirail comes to help! Google Docs

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Jodiah really, truly, did not have nearly as many belongings as he thought. He pondered on this as he carried another box inside the rather crappy apartment. There was so little to his name. Even the things he kept at his father’s, the things from his old bedroom he was allowed to take with him. Clothing and tools, mostly. 

The box is set on a coffee table- not originally his, but one his well-meaning moirail insisted on giving him. Said well-meaning moirail stumbled his way into the room shortly after Dia, arms shaking as he struggled to carry two boxes on one trip. 

“Dude.” Dia’s mask did little to hide the amusement in his voice, though he made no motion to help Festur as the scrawny rustblood toted the boxes in. He sets them down rather harshly next to Dia’s box, panting with exertion. 

“M-Maybe…You should’ve asked your…other moirail…to move you in.” Fester all but wheezed, doubling over with his hands on his knees. The lime shot him a sympathetic look and patted his back lightly. 

“I’m not ready for Tori to start sugar-lusus-ing me just yet. You good?” 

Festur looked up at his moirail, seemingly unaware of the trickle of ruby ichor dribbling from his nose, mixing with the sweat above his lip. Dia used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe it away. 

“Why the…fuck…are those…so heavy?” 

“I think you grabbed my box of impact and torque bits.” 

“...Your what?” 

“Tools, Fes. You grabbed a box of tools.” 

The rust’s brow furrowed, a microexpression that spoke volumes to those who knew how to read him, “...There’s a toolbox in there?”

Dia sighed, a sound not autotuned by his mask. He reached into his stolen boots for a hidden knife - a gift from his father, naturally - and cut the box open with ease. To his surprise, there were no tools. 

“Oh, it was paper.” 

Festur stood upright, peering over Dia’s shoulders with curiosity and annoyance, “You have a box of paper?” 

Dia resisted the urge to elbow his already wounded moirail in his already busted ribs, “Important papers, dumbass.” He rifled through some, pulling out examples. Letters, wriggling day cards, holiday cards, drawings from his siblings,  awards, certifications, palmhusk pictures printed on printer paper, pages torn from books. 

Festur joined in, taking a small handful of papers to nose through. He didn’t bother questioning why Dia had these. He always knew the lime was sentimental. Hard to be sentimental in space. It was amusing to look at everything Dia had saved. Older cards had fingerprints from where Dia had held them, rereading the messages over and over. Fold where he had tucked drawings into pockets for safekeeping. Handwritten letters from his father and mother, tucked safely in their original envelopes. Setting one card down, he noticed an oddity. 

An unopened letter. New- the stamp was expensive, still shiny, and dated recently. The return address was some random Fleet port, with no name to send to. The envelope was neat, a gentle lilac shade, with a strange floral embossing. Festur turned the unopened document around in his hand, investigating it closely. 

“...Are you saving this?” 

Dia’s ears perked up slightly, then dropped again, “Hm? Oh, no. They were sent to the wrong person. I keep forgetting to return them to sender. Here- see?” He gently turned the document over, pointing to the name in the center. 

In a curly cursive handwriting, written in dark indigo ink, was the address of Her Beloved Annihilation. But right above said address was a name that made Festur’s brow furrow once more. 

Little Cristo. 

“Little is an…interesting name.” 

“And Festur isn’t? Who are you to judge, Mr. Septic?” 

Festur’s frown sank deeper, though not from the insult. A seed of worry had seated itself in his chest. He couldn’t quite place it, nor could he shake it. Some deep paranormal concern that the contents of this beautiful lavender letter were not as lovely as it looked. 

“Is this the only one you got?” 

Jodiah shook his head, unaware of his moirail’s growing concern. He rooted through the box of books and pulled out two….three…..four……..five…………six………………..seven. 

Seven more letters. All unopened, all addressed to Little Cristo. All with different dates. And sent from different Fleet ports. 

Wordlessly, Festur opened one, ignoring Dia’s complaints. He unfolded the crisp letter, holding it above his moirail’s head to read. Dia only tried to grasp it a few times before giving up, and waiting for an explanation. 

As usual, Festur’s face remained unchanged. He raised his brow in a faux amusement before folding the letter back up. With a perfect monotony, he said simply, “You got someone’s love letters.” 

“Are they at least juicy?” 

“No. Bland, boring. Old guy language.” 

“Ew.” 

“Mhm. Here- There’s a drop off by the House of Restoration, I’ll take them for you.” 

With a remarkable amount of casualty, Festur collected the other six letters, tucking them into his waistband for later. Dia had no complaints. They would go on to unpack a few more boxes, then Festur would say good day. He made Jodiah promise to lock the doors on his way out. 

“Paranormal paranoia. Watched a lot of trolls die from not locking their doors.” 

Dia rolled his eyes. 

Festur opened the remaining six letters on his walk hive. He scoured over the meticulously handwritten pages, noting how they were, in fact, not love letters. The language was flowery and poetic but deeply sinister. The author waxed on about meeting The Littlest Cristo (as it turned out, Little Cristo was not their name) only a handful of times, but knowing they belonged to each other. The letters would vary from violent in descriptions, to nearly sickening in how loving they were. Descriptions of ownership, of leashing one like a bad dog. Of painting the walls with their illegal hue, of washing them in violet so they knew their place. 

Either these letters belonged to a truly disturbed couple, or the true recipient was in danger. Festur wasn’t sure which he preferred. He knew one thing for certain- even if he knew the letters weren’t for Jodiah, he still couldn’t shake the feeling that something very bad was about to happen.

[silly-ouma-thinker]

Saiouma Week Day 1: Horror / Movies

Good day/night tumblr it’s saiou week

Mini comic under + Indonesia saiou ramble :3

Other than that, I told twitter about Indonesian folklore saiou AU and like uuoooghh unfortunately drawing horror makes me lose sleep.

There are many famous folklore you could choose! From kuntilanak, pocong, sundel bolong, genderuwo, tuyul, etc. I think tuyul (a balc toddler ghost who is usually used to steal by the master) is super funny.

Going for comedy/horror aspects, satay vendor Shuichi and sundel bolong Kokichi IS A FUNNY IDEA!!! Imagine Shuichi going around at night with his gerobak and suddenly hears “mas satenya seratus tusuk” (��sir, may i have a hundred satay”) and turning around to see Kokichi with a huge hole on his body. The thing with Indonesian folklore is they sound SO silly until you hear it in a serious manner.

If I tell you pocong Shuichi is just a zombie wrapped in clothing like a sausage and jumping around your neighborhood would you think I’m insane?? Probably. But if you see it irl you’re cursed.

Ahh, but if not folklore, take SaiOu and taboo things to do around here (Pamali AU haha). Shuichi is an indigo (able to sense paranormal activity) and Kokichi… is Kokichi. Everyday Shuichi would ask him to stop doing those taboo things in fear something will happened to him. Kokichi ignores that, maybe he steps over someone’s grave, whistles at night, sing in the shower, it’s the little things that are culturally looked down upon.

And one day he vanished. No trace, no texts, nothing. It worries Shuichi, “what happened to him? where is he? did the ghosts had enough?” so desperate he seeks alternate medicine route. What do you mean Kokichi is actually a ghost? They had been best friends since childhood there’s no way! But maybe he isn’t dead. Maybe he’s missing. Maybe dia jadi tumbal proyek saking ngeselinnya. Maybe it had something to do with him running to that forest after in the evening despite the warnings that children must not go out alone during that time.

Well, I guess Shuichi just had to shake the dukun’s hand and find more about Kokichi’s weird disappearance.

[moshieee]

So guess what! This an art blog

CURRENT FANDOMs are : ✨TADC , ISAT, STP and more ✨

but I'm currently in... Uhh demotivation?

here are some important links to get your bearings it will still be chaos just telling you

Tadc Au: nightlight au

Currently open for questions and doodles and please ask I'm in a writers block 😔

Explanation/main info page?[reworking] who's in charge? censors?

Cast

Updated designs (sun) updated designs (moon)

Non au stuff

OCs first appearances

Taffy Tibu Trent Sparrow

(outdated art just for info) working on new ones updated below

Taffy Tibu Trent Sparrow

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nightmare maze "hide and seek" ice pack? Old friends

(silly) Floffis invasion

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More stuff underneath the cut

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Wip

Current hyper fixations/fandoms

(I am obsessed, part of the fandom was part of the fandom, or am knowledgeable about them

( there are probably more buried somewhere deep in my psyche)

TADC, Rainworld, skylanders, slay the princess, in stars and time, SASASAAP

, Omori, bendy, poppy playtime, Percy Jackson, hollow Knight, Oneshot, cult of the lamb, silksong(one day), Indigo Park, dandy's world,

cup head, fnaf, bee and puppy cat, sky colt, toh, undertale, Splatoon , little nightmares, ddlc , Franbow, deltarune, seven universe, dhmis, warrior cats kinito pet, Baldies basics, CRK

animal crossing, Pokemon, baba is you, murder drones, Franbow, little misfortune , do not take this cat home, sprunki

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Moshie Os: my art and doodles :p

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Moshieee rambles: me doing my best to give advice (please go talk to a professional if you need help i am doing my best but I don't know everything)

Mutuals: fun interactions with my friends <3

rabid jumpscare: Rabid scaring me by showing up (it's a talent)

Bun bun brother: bunsowo whoo hoo!

Dia fren: Dia wowza hia friend

Goop buddies: a surprise glitchyk appearance

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Character facts: fun little tibits about the little guys I created

Others characters: fan art of other artists on tumblr OCs or AUs (technically all the tadc fan art counts but like...)

Time keeper moshie: me being pushy and making sure people get to bed on time when I'm the biggest hypocrite ever ;b

Art requests: art ideas that were given or requested (note I struggle with new characters)

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@floffis-chaos blog for the floffis, full of fun facts and more info about them

@a-soon-too-be . . .

[lynksu]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ wanted connections .

ooc / sob o read more estão algumas ideias de conexões para os meus três personagens. se alguma delas te interessar, pode me chamar no chat ou deixar reply nesse post que eu chamo para gente combinar tudo direitinho.

LYNX SEON

amizade antiga. willhelmina e lynx estão no acampamento há muito tempo. se conheceram anos atrás, quando tudo ainda era novo para ambos. como no primeiro dia de aula em que a gente procura uma amizade quase desesperadamente para não ficar sozinho no intervalo, foi assim que muse e lynx se aproximaram e se mantiveram próximos desde então.

amizade improvável. ver henry e lynx tão confortáveis um com o outro é até meio inacreditável. no entanto, a amizade é genuína! mesmo tendo pouquíssimas coisas em comum, encontraram um jeito de fazer funcionar e é super divertido.

parceiro de crime. mesmo que esteva bem longe de ser santo, lynx se mete em confusões específicas, normalmente baseadas em seu temperamento. mas é aí que mason entra, ele ajuda lynx a diversificar os motivos pelo qual leva bronca - quando são pegos.

desafeto antigo. não foi uma vez que as coisas escalaram entre os dois, aconteceu pelo menos uma dúzia de vezes. normalmente, deixavam para se resolver no treinamento, onde tinham desculpa para quase se matarem. mas já aconteceu de brigarem fora das vistas dos treinadores também. agora já estão grandes, são adultos, mas ainda assim se estranham de vez em quando.

ex-namorado. apesar de não ter durado mais que alguns meses, lynx guarda com muito carinho o que teve com ian e nutre um carinho enorme por elu até hoje. o que faz com que tente ser um amigo melhor do que foi como namorado.

INDIGO SONG / @indgc

melhor amiga. eunwol e indigo são melhores amigos há muitos anos. ela entende o jeito dele a ponto dos dois terem seus próprios métodos de comunicação que nem mesmo precisa ser verbal, de vez em quando. é nela que confia para se abrir e compartilhar seus pensamentos.

amizade improvável. tianyanite é o extrovertido que "adotou" um introvertido. é ele que impede que indigo literalmente suma nas sombras durante as situações onde todos estão reunidos, como eventos ou até mesmo o jantar.

colega de quarto (filhos de melinoe). como fizeram a proeza de passar dos 20, indigo e muse ganharam um quarto para dividir.

sentimentos estranhos. indigo nunca teve qualquer interesse no amor romântico e todos os seus aspectos. sempre foi bem indiferente a isso. até andrea aparecer. verdade seja dita, ele não gosta da maneira como elu faz seu coração acelerar, mas as borborletas no estômago nem são tão ruins...

luz do luar. como bom filho de melinoe, indigo gostar de passeio à luz da lua. vira e mexe encontra juno por aí. eles não são amigos exatamente, mas quando todo mundo está dormindo, podem fingir que são.

PRIMROSE GALLAGHER / @prmrozes

melhor amiga. willhelmina foi a responsável pela introdução de primrose ao acampamento. desde então, as duas não se desgrudaram mais. descobriram muita coisa em comum e construíram uma parceria e cumplicidade única, que faz com que prim não imagine sua vida longe da amiga.

quem ri por último. primrose acabou empacando no nível 2, mesmo já tendo tempo o bastante para ter chegado no 3. no entanto, ela gastou muito tempo literalmente vadiando pelo acampamento em vez de atender as aulas. boa parte desse tempo, passava com gabriel, procurando por qualquer coisa mais interessante que as aulas.

boa influência. giselle foi um dos responsáveis por ajudar primrose a sair do buraco, quando ela decidiu ser mais dedicada. em vez de julgá-la por suas escolhas, incentivou-a a estudar e treinar e até hoje a ajuda com isso.

ex-namorade. primrose e christopher ficaram juntos por um tempo considerável até. não que tenha dado errado, porque ela acredita que as coisas funcionam pelo tempo que precisam funcionar e é isso. acabaram seguindo caminhos diferentes, mesmo estando presos no mesmo lugar, mas ainda não decidiram se conseguem ser amigos de novo ou se não funciona com eles.

colega de quarto (filhos de hermes). é com muse que prim divide o quarto, desde que conseguiram sair da área abarrotada das beliches do chalé 11.

parceiro de crime. primrose adora organizar reuniõezinhas para os mais chegados e muse está sempre com ela durante a organização de tais eventos, dando todo suporte e cobertura necessária.

[cheemken]

Heyyyyy!!!! It's me once more from the last 3 asks. So I have others questions this time around that I would like to say to you regarding the Pokemon Champion Body Swap AU if you don't mind that is.

1. How did exactly the champions swap bodies? Was it because of Manaphy because I know it is the pokemon who has the ability to swap bodies of pokemon or people? Or is it something else entirely?

2. Do you think Sycamore and Sonia would help the champions sort their problem since they are both professors? And maybe Lillie? Idk.

3. Do you think a friend of one of the champions would tried to find Manaphy or at least a Manaphy egg to help swap them back? If so, who exactly?

4. I knew you already answer a question similar like this before, but... What is exactly Hala's reaction to the body swap? Is he fine with Geeta in his grandson's body around? How does he cope with the fact his grandson could be anywhere in one of the champion's bodies? But still, you are right for Hala storming out of Alola just to find his grandson😂

5. I know this sounds very personal to ask, though how do some of the champions handle going to the bathroom to pee problems? Do they ask for the assistance of some of the characters or just do it on their own?

6. Who out of the champions is most uncomfortable with the situation and which one is the least? Or are they all just equally unsettled?

7. How long does their body swap last exactly?

8. How does Geeta think of the Alola kids and other Alola characters? And Steven too with the other Unova characters since he was being interrogated like a Plasma grunt? Or Hau with the Indigo league? Or just the others champion with each of the region's league? I bet someone in the Indigo league would give Hau some ice cream or any dessert in general just to calm him down lol. If so, who? Though, I'm sure Hau will be disappointed about the fact that they are no malasadas in the Johto region😂

That's all! Hope it's not too much! Also I would love to play the Reverse: 1999 game however, my phone storage is almost packed😥 Still, I bet it's a good game though! :D

Ah this is quite long hahah

But yeah to answer these

1 and 3] No, actually, I didn't think of Manaphy when making this, instead what I had in mind was like smth similar to the anime Kokoro Connect, are you familiar w that? But yeah, in that anime they kinda switched bodies and such y'know, all bc of this guy iirc, but here it's not a guy, it's just me thinking it'd be funny lmfao

2] I think Sycamore would help, as would Sonia, seeing as these two are close w two of the champions, and bc now that Sycamore found out it's Leon he finally understands why Dia doesn't like him much lmfao (just a lil hc of mine really, that Dia and Leon don't like each other much)

4] Hala would be weirded out lmfaooo like that is a grown woman inside his grandson's body, and he doesn't even know where his grandson even is. I think he'd be low-key unnerved by Geeta, she just has that effect lmao, but she does try to be civil and explains to him that hey, she has contacted the other champions, and they'll find Hau soon enough (and then right after her phone rang w a message from the Indigo League and safe to say she finally get to answer Hala's question on where Hau is)

5] look look listen, Steven just tries to hold it in or he'd just, not look as he does his business, Leon and Dia on the other hand yeah they're like, struggling™ lmfao, they're too prideful to ask for help tho let's be real

6] Steven, pls, save that man, he's being interrogated like he's Zinzolin😭 the others are at least a bit chill, w the other leagues helping them out and even some friends and family, but Steven was far away from Hoenn, and he does not at all like the way Hilbert, Drayden, and Drayton are looking at him as if he just killed Iris in front of them lmfao

7] I haven't actually thought abt it much ngl hahah for the lols probs a week, just so the champions are like, aware that oh, so this is what the others are going through

8] I think Hau would finally calm down and maybe even befriend the Indigo League tho, they're nice, like, yeah some are intimidating, but they're really nice to him, and even gave him a Rage Candy Bar, while it's no Malasada, he appreciates it

Cynthia and Lance, well, they're vibing™ lmfao, like, other than being teased by Lisia, the twins, and even Sidney and Brawly, well, least they're trying to figure out how to help. Granted they're all weirded out at seeing Lance's scowl on Steven's fave lol

Wallace in the Sinnoh League, honestly they're just weirded out how Cynthia looks more active, like after the reveal yeah ofc it's Wallace, but damn it's still so surreal seeing him at the lake and dancing w Milotic, bc ofc, it's Cynthia's body, and they have not seen Cynthia dance like that lmfao. Ofc Gardenia have that shit filmed ofc she does, blackmail when Cynthia gets back to her body

Steven, oh we already know how he's faring lmfaooo he thanks Arceus above that Bianca doesn't look at him weird and actually tries to help and well, stop Hilbert from killing him

Leon, yeah, he sees the side eyes Sycamore gives him, and the side eyes Malva gives him, and the side eyes Siebold gives him, and he also thanks Arceus that Drasna and Wikstrom are helpful, they decided to not tell the rest of the league just yet, as rumours spread like wildfire in Kalos, and they don't wanna make this a big issue as they're trying to resolve it w the other champions. He made a joke that maybe Malva would report this, the side eye that Malva, Siebold, and Sycamore gave him almost asphyxiated him w how thick the tension was lmfaoooo

Geeta, honestly after finding out where Hau is, and which champion is in control of her body, well, she's now just waiting for further instructions from the others. Hala is still vibing, he's there saying that maybe Hau should come back home here, but Geeta said that that won't be ideal w their current predicament, and told him that hey, she can play Hau well right? No one would suspect anything (she's awful lmfao, everyone figured out real quick but just played along)

Dia, was,, well, tired™, look, the only thing she's looking forward to everyday is the fact that she can come home to have dinner w family. While it's not her family, she's there just imagining that Leon's mom and Hop are Drasna and Sycamore. She absolutely hated doing Leon's pose tho, and there was on time a crowd wanted her to do it and ofc she did bc in their eyes she's the undefeated Leon (and God she scoffs at that), and when she does it she's dying of cringe and prays the earth swallows her whole. Sonia notices everytime and can't help but snicker, for a seasoned actress like Diantha, she's always so close to breaking character when doing that pose

Iris loves the feeling of being tall tho real, Geeta is one of the taller champions along w Leon, Lance, Cynthia, and Wallace, and while Iris is getting taller as she's growing, but damn, she loves Geeta's height lmfao. Penny looks up to her as she tells her what she has to do to make it seem natural she's like Geeta, but Iris is so distracted by the way she sees a lot of things through Geeta's eyes w this height hahah

But yeah hahah

Also, I'm sorry but like, I hope you understand that I'm not that motivated to make pkmn aus and hcs that much anymore. Don't get me wrong, pkmn is still special to me, I still reblog stuff, but yeah, I'm like,, really not motivated much to make aus and the like, I'm sorry ;w;

But hey, I hope my answers for your questions suffices tho hahah

[poohthing]

[ amber ], [ emerald ], [ azure ], [ indigo ]

[ amber ]  which is your favorite season? why?

Vou escolher a primavera! Além de ser uma estação fofa (cheia de florzinhas), costuma ter uma temperatura agradável, o que ajuda na minha rinite kkkk Mas isso não é uma regra, porque, aqui na minha cidade, eu vivo todas as estações num dia só!!! Que karma ÇWÇ

[ emerald ]  bonus round: coffee or tea? morning or night? extroverted or introverted? hot or cold? fruits or vegetables? sweet or salty?

O terror da indecisa! Vamos lá: café (eu queria gostar de chá, mas não consegui até agora); depende muito, mas vou escolher manhã, porque eu sou idosa e durmo cedo; acredito que sou ambivertida, mas talvez as pessoas me vejam mais como introvertida; quente, uh lala; no momento, vegetais; salgado!

[ azure ]  is there a specific character or type of character you want to write but never have? why?

GATILHO. Siim! Apesar de eu ser uma senhora na tag, tem várias coisas que eu gostaria de experimentar. Eu estou com MUITA vontade de fazer uma sereia ;-; quero afogar todo mundo KAJAKAJAKA eu também adoraria fazer um personagem em algo ambientado nas músicas do ABBA! Além desses, queria fazer um personagem prisioneiro que está no corredor da morte (pesadíssimo!). Ideias nada a ver uma com a outra, mas é isso KKKKK São muitas coisas, se deixar eu fico até amanhã! E o motivo de nunca ter feito: falta de oportunidade e, principalmente, de tempo (prefiro manter poucos plots para conseguir desenvolver bastante). Quem sabe no futuro?!

[ indigo ]  when did you first start writing / roleplaying?

Senta que lá vem história da idosinha! Então... Escrever sempre foi um refúgio para mim. Quando eu era criança, tinha vários diários e escrevia poesias (cheguei a participar de um concurso na época). Da parte de interpretar: eu fazia teatro, então, misturando os dois, dá para concluir o motivo de eu amar rpg aaa <3

Do jogo em si, comecei com uns 11/12 anos. Eu costumava jogar em fóruns do falecido Anime Spirit (lá, eu lembro que fiz uma Deusa! kajkajs). Depois pulei para o tumblr e fiz tudo o que você possa imaginar (só para você ter uma noção, eu já joguei com o kenai do filme "irmão urso" e fiz uma mulher-aranha kkk). Experimentei de tudo um pouco!

Muito obrigada pela ask, Tish! ♡