#indigo dias

[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"

[namchyoon]

RM Live in New York @ Dia Beacon

[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!

[bts-trans]

221209 Big Hit’s Tweet

[#오늘의방탄] 아미를 위해 준비한 RM Live in New York @ Dia Beacon🗽✨ 남준의 각기 다른 매력에 아직 헤어 나오지 못 하는 중..🥹🫶🏻💙

#오늘의알엠 #BTS #방탄소년단 #RM #Indigo #RMLiveinNY #DiaBeacon #퓨어남준과섹시남준을한번에 #잘해따김남준므찌다김남준

[#Today’sBangtan] RM Live in New York @ Dia Beacon for ARMYs 🗽✨ Still unable to get over all of Namjoon’s different charms..🥹🫶🏻💙

#TodaysRM #BTS #RM #Indigo #RMLiveinNY #DiaBeacon #PureNamjoonAndSexyNamjoonAllAtOnce #GoodJobKimNamjoonSoCoolKimNamjoon

Trans cr; Annie @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

[voxyldy]

04.01.2023

[VIDEO]

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

Source: Bangtan TV

[lizziexmeow]

[ Namjoon posted 🌟 IG ]

221209 - 10AM KST - @/rkive

> Live in New York (Dia:Beacon)

It was a true honor to be together with the greatest artists. @/diaartfoundation

[ Namjoon Story 🌟 IG ]

221209 - 10AM KST - @/rkive

[jungkookiexxx]

[#오늘의방탄] 아미를 위해 준비한 RM Live in New York @ Dia Beacon🗽✨ 남준의 각기 다른 매력에 아직 헤어 나오지 못 하는 중..🥹🫶🏻💙

#오늘의알엠 #BTS #방탄소년단 #RM #Indigo #RMLiveinNY #DiaBeacon

#퓨어남준과섹시남준을한번에 #잘해따김남준므찌다김남준

[#TodaysBangtan] RM Live in New York @ Dia Beacon prepared for ARMYs🗽✨Still unable to get out of Namjoon's different charms..🥹🫶🏻💙

#TodaysRM #BTS #RM #Indigo #RMLiveinNY #DiaBeacon

#BothPureNamjoonAndSexyNamjoonAtTheSameTime #YouDidGreatKimNamjoonYoureCoolKimNamJoon

[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.

[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.

[namchyoon]

namjoon performing wild flower at dia beacon

[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.