#oqjav

[smakonca]

Finally! After two months of work I finished my Nightkiller animation.

As you can probably guess they were my favourite ship for a great while now. And I felt the urge to create a little something for them 'cause my interpretation of them both as characters and as a ship differs from their canon versions. Aaaaand I absolutely love this song.

So yeah! Please enjoy and reblog if you like it! I put a lot of blood 'n tears into this.

Credits:

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

Song: Нина by OQJAV

The story:

As we all know, Nightmare was in need of a henchman, so he went to Killer's AU to recruit him. This was the main reason, right?

But why was Nightmare interested particularly in Killer? There are plenty of Au's to find subordinates or slaves. Why of all people or monsters was he the one to catch the king's attention? 

Even Nightmare himself does not know. Or maybe he knows. But some things are better when left unspoken. 

He was fully aware of what happened in Killertale and knew about the horrors and suffering Killer had to go through. He wasn't perfect. Nor was he the easiest to manipulate. 

But then again... Why? Was it a simple interest? The loneliness that followed him throughout the centuries? The need for negativity? Or something else? 

Perhaps something even Nightmare won't ever admit. 

A little spark of sympathy. 

After killing everyone in his AU countless times, Killer realized there's nothing left of him. Nothing that would really hold him to his world anymore. He made a deal with a human so as to feel "something new" only to find himself bored again. 

Not only that but he also crossed the line of his morals, betraying everyone he once cared about. Until even their departure meant nothing. He survived through the loss, the pain, the blood on his hands... 

And here he sits. In his once favorite bar. With a glass in his hands. Feeling nothing. Nothing, except for boredom. 

Then suddenly… he appeared. 

And he walked in. 

Without a greeting or a proper introduction. Demanding for a drink. 

His entire silhouette screamed that he was dangerous. Dangerous, yet graceful.

Dark emerald bones, a giant coat and four strange appendages behind his back, resembling tentacles. 

Nightmare was always the one to leave an impression after himself. But this time, however, he didn't go straight to the point. 

He wanted to know whether Killer was worthy of his offer.

So Nightmare made a joke. A bad one, indeed. Mocking the Killer with the loss of once his dearest friend and bartender. Grillby. 

But Killer surprised him. 

Instead of panicking, asking questions or going for Nightmare's throat for such arrogance, he didn't even flinch. 

Instead he smiled. With a twinkle in his black eye sockets. And poured him a drink. As Nightmare demanded. 

Killer felt a slight cold when the stranger sat near him. 

Something was telling him not to trust, not to listen. Not to even look at him. 

But there was no one to talk to anymore. There was no one alive anymore.

Except him. An enigmatic stranger. 

He said he was a traveler. A seeker. For the lost and forsaken by fate. 

They talked for a little. Killer wouldn't remember the theme of the conversation, even if he tried. 

But Nightmare... He never forgot. And never will. 

As Killer will never forget the moment the mystic stranger offered him a hand. And an opportunity to leave this place. Once and forever.

An opportunity to feel something new. 

Killer knew it wasn't a sane thing to do. But there was something about a person sitting right next to him.

Was it his inscrutable and sly smile? Was it a strange sense of pain and cold, which followed him as a perfume? Or was it a strange resemblance of Killer's own appearance? 

However, Killer knew for sure that his conversationalist made him feel something he did not feel for a very long time. Or maybe he forgot how to. 

A pure curiosity.

He looked in Nightmare's azure eye yet again. And he spotted a little spark too. As he was waiting for Killer's decision. 

He hesitated a little before finally accepting the offer. 

Killer felt the tentacles envelop him, as the world itself disappeared before his eyes. 

In a slight panic he looked into the stranger's face. He let out a short laugh and finally told Killer his name.

The life of Nightmare's subordinate wasn't an easy one. 

The king of negativity pulled the strings as he wanted to. Playing with Killer as he wanted to. 

Poisoning him with his own hate and guilt. 

And yet Killer stayed. He thought of this as a punishment. For everything he has done to his family and friends. He felt like he deserved it. 

For a long time Killer despised Nightmare. 

He went with him in an attempt to forget about his past. Only to be captured instead. Turned into a murderer, who enjoys hurting others, enjoys the suffering he brings. 

Nightmare was alone for a very long time. So when Killer joined his company he did not know what to do with him for a great while. 

He thrived on his subordinate's negative emotions. Destroying any memories about sympathy towards Killer he once felt . 

He wanted to be seen as dangerous, unmerciful and bloodthirsty. Because that's what the world demanded him to be. Nightmare thought it was the only way to receive respect. The only way to be himself... 

But times have changed. As did the relationship between these two. They became closer. 

It's hard to deny that they both were lost, longing for someone to be by their side. Someone, who could understand them. 

Nightmare unintentionally started opening up to Killer. Showing that there's a little more to him than just cruelty and arrogance. 

They became fond of each other, but it still wasn't affection. 

Nightmare did this out of boredom. After all, when you live for such a long time you tend to forget how mortals view their existence. You forget how to enjoy the world around you. Because in the end you're going to outlive even the time itself. 

Killer did this mainly to find Nightmare's weak sides. In order to hurt him like he did. And finally be free. 

And yet sometimes they felt peace while being in each other's company, becoming dependent on each other's existence in their lives. 

It all changed suddenly when risking his own life Killer protected Nightmare during their mission. 

And the king was confused. 

Why did he do it? Why despite all the things Nightmare did to him he still stayed? 

Was it dependence? A blind obedience? 

Killer also did not know. 

Part of him wanted to run from Nightmare, but part of him wanted to stay. 

Maybe because he hoped for something better. For things to change. As Nightmare was the only one who made him feel something. 

At that exact moment he felt like he had to protect. 

This occasion led to Nightmare being interested in Killer's behavior towards him. 

He decided that he wanted to play with him. To manipulate. To destroy him as a person. And see for himself, whether he will stay with Nightmare. 

But it wasn't only that. 

All his life Nightmare didn't receive anything but hate. He does not know how to show genuine affection towards someone. He does not know how to love... Or how to be loved. 

That time when Killer valued Nightmare’s immortal life more than his own. That exact moment of pure determination. This is what made Nightmare question their relationship. 

No longer was Killer a regular pawn. A tool in his useful hands. He was something more…

Nightmare felt like he started to worry about Killer when he went on missions. He sought for his company. 

He started to show affection. And care. And he wanted to get rid of them immediately. 

He wanted to be this immortal being without weaknesses. Without anyone dragging him down. 

So Nightmare decided to "play cards" with Killer. A game for his own life.

Killer knew it from the start. He learned every little detail about his boss, realizing how scared Nightmare actually was. Scared of being alone and scared of truly caring about someone. 

And behind all the masks Nightmare wore he managed to see the truth. 

The king was lonely and lost. Pathetic even. Desperately wanting someone to care about him. Even his royal image couldn't hide it. 

Killer thought the two could play this game.

After all, there was no victory for both of them. Nightmare knew Killer would lose to him anyway, but wasn't aware that his loss was inevitable too.

Since then both of them wanted to stay close. They never said it out loud. They perhaps never will. But they were busting with desire to be together.

Killer started first by offering Nightmare a rose. A red one. After all, red is a color of both blood and love. And roses are extremely beautiful. Even if they are full of thorns. 

As Nightmare himself.

The king of negativity was baffled. How could he allow it? How could he start to care? 

He tried to hide it. With the glass full of wine, which represents all his negative emotions. The poison. No one will ever want to drink. 

Or... not? 

And then he received the rose. Received Killer's offering to him. And accepted. 

And also offered him a drink. As once Killer did. Finally allowing himself to be weak, to show affection.

They shared a moment of passion together. 

Even though it hurt, even though it was painful, they managed to find peace for once. 

Killer smiled at Nightmare, for the first time in a long while feeling happy. 

Of course such positivity hurt Nightmare. Burned him like fire. But it was a fair price for an opportunity to be loved. To truly matter to someone. 

And he smiled back. Sincerely and tenderly. Allowing himself to break the chains and love. Allowing someone to love him back.

Unfortunately, happiness doesn't last forever. 

Nor does life. 

Nightmare knew this day would come. He knew he was going to outlive Killer anyway. But he was trapped by his feelings, trapped by the sweet poison of love. 

And he lost him. Killer turned into dust in his arms.

And while he was dying he cracked a little joke as Nightmare once did to him. Laughing in the face of death itself.

Nightmare was punished by fate itself once again. For his arrogance, for his cruelty. For looking down on life. 

There's nothing in this world more painful than losing someone close to your heart. 

And he lost Killer. 

The only thing left of him was his jacket. And the rose, which soon wilted. Leaving Nightmare alone in his castle.

Until the end of time.

[xabarik]

This might be an odd question, but you always choose such terrific songs for your animatics ("Черный Человек" will probably be my most-played song this year. lmao.) so I have to ask if you have any other songs that remind you of Patho. Your taste is immaculate

Oh, that's a good question, but a very difficult one. The answer may not be as satisfying to you, but I always can recommend music outside of patho that may suit your tastes x) To begin with, ohhh yes, I love terrific songs. But “Черный человек” is a heartbreaking song, I rarely listen to those. It’s just hard to bear, I need to get out of my anxious state sometimes (However, “Помни имя своё” is wonderful! Be sure to listen to it, ESPECIALLY “Кто я” its daniil and “Гори, звезда моя, не падай”). “Nina” is already a more frequent example, but more like the one in “Фейерверк”. Then, I have planned, like… 7 pathologic animations (and not counting those that have already been made, and those that I can still come up with). I probably would have already made them, but I was busy with animation on another project, which killed my aspirations a little. Now I’m trying to slowly speed up, maybe I’ll post one before the end of the month, but for now I don’t want to show the music from there for the sake of intrigue… This means that I won’t be able to talk about individual songs, but I’ll try. But yes, I took songs from these groups for what I do now ^^ Aaand should warn you that I rarely listen to foreign music. Unintentionally, of course. I have been in love with russian-language indie in any format for many years, so I mostly touch it. As for songs and groups: "Flëur"! One of my favorite bands. Has a pleasant vibe,,, So mystical, miraculous, but also existential themes: death, life, awareness of yourself and your loved ones. There is something to analyze there. Take all their songs. I can even write a separate essay about which song is which characters, it’s possible :З There are also separate groups “Электрофорез” (FOR UTOPIANS) and “Shortparis”, but not all their songs remind me of the game. They need to give time. Individual tracks that I put into my “pathologic” playlist: Zero People — Ненепохожесть Zero People — Стой (daniil... omg HIM) mujuice — утром, которым мы умрем The Retuses — Gemini Кирилл Устинов — Ищем Еву (eva :( i have many songs for her) Серебряная Свадьба — Я жизнь люблю… (lara. I thought about animation so much, it’s her strength) Электрофорез — Русская принцесса (a mean... maria) Электрофорез — Всё было так (PETER) Моя дорогая — Песня кукол OQJAV — Романс (this is something that is not like the others, but I really feel Peter in the lyrics) досвидошь feat. ВЛАЖНОСТЬ — рана Flёur: Формалин, Кома, Золотые воды Ганга (its eva song.), Карусель, На мягких лапах (Katerina and rat prophet), Танцующий клоун, Желёзо поёт, Это всё для тебя, танцующий Бог, ...и Солнце встаёт над руинами (termit ending) hope I answered your question a little. And thank you very much! It's good to hear, considering that many called even the "Черный человек"… Strange?? I'm a little used to negativity about taste. and I hope there are lyrics for these songs, but if anything happens, I always have messages open x) If anything interests you I'll always be happy to help

[haxyr3]

Russian musicians who left Russia because of Putin's regime and its aggression against Ukraine made a musical movie "We Exist!". Full movie and all the lyrics of the songs in Russian and English can be found on the website.

[dedkissell-blog]

In general, love is something like that... Well, not meat, but something bloody.

my oc for the game pathologic.

[shelko-pryad]

Ни за что на свете я бы не сумела составить ТОП любимых артистов, но про кое-кого сказала бы: им отведено особое место в сердце;

или: саундтрек моей жизни;

или: музыка души моей.

Zoloto — один из таких артистов.

Начинается сигаретным дымом на тёмной кухне пять лет назад и с тех пор остаётся мудрым спутником.

Люблю бесконечно 🤍

<Музыкальные встречи-концерты моей мечты: Zoloto — состоялась; OQJAV — ожидается; Shortparis — ожидается>

[alinakhomeriki1]

💚❤️

[h-a-s-a-y]

 музыковед, лектор, композитор, звонарь, клавишник группы OQJAV, ведущий концертов Московской филармонии

[zvuznachny]

Концерт

Концерт группы OQJAV в клубе Урбан

[adavaite]

[russian-dark-academia]

эстетики разных академий в России:

dark academia: курить дешёвый, крепкий табак; носить плотное чёрное пальто на протяжении почти всего года, и снимать только на лето; сплин и электрофорез; потратить последние деньги на кофе; да, ты сдал все экзамены на сто баллов, но, оказывается, после поступления это уже не важно; темные дворы; черный кот, спящий на подоконнике; ассоциировать себя с Базаровым; бессоница, во время которой перечитываешь Достоевского; собрать свою компанию для совместной оппозиционной деятельности; тварь ли я дрожащая или право имею?

light academia: курить и готовить кофе в турке на залитой солнцем кухне в коммунальной квартире; знать язык цветов и использовать его для писем; единственная улыбка в толпе; любить поэтов и художников, сюжеты которых касаются русской природы и крестьянства; солнечный блик на стене; верить в будущее; ковры на стенах; вафли из старо�� тяжёлой вафельницы; ты никогда не искал своего дома, потому что всегда знал, где он; танцевать под OQJAV; ходить в детстве в музыкальную школу.

chaotic academia: русскую классику ты, может, и читал, но постоянно путаешь, в какой книге какой был персонаж; сидеть и курить прямо на поребриках; книга, волнистая от пролитого на него чая; с собой всегда миллион документов, и они вечно путаются: студак нужен в академии или в библиотеке? это карта или проездной? что значит – я забыл паспорт?; читать одновременно сразу несколько книг, из которых часть проглатывается за двое суток, а другая часть – растягивается на полгода; найти дома ценный предмет антиквариата и использовать его, как любую другую вещь; сам не понял, как вышел на красный диплом; абсолютно хаотичные заметки в книгах; с ужасом осознать, что ты случайно сделал эти заметки не в своей книге, а в библиотечной; навсегда заблудиться в проклятых переходах на сенной.

punk academia: тебе абсолютно плевать на то, какие предметы, по мнению системы образования, тебе необходимы – ты просто ходишь вместе с другими курсами на то, что тебе интересно; в школе тебя так и не смогли заставить читать произведения школьной программы, хотя читал ты всегда очень много; никогда не боялся поправлять преподавателя; никто до конца не в курсе, как ты успешно закрываешь экзамены; ездить зайцем; тот самый чел, который однажды скандировал что-то классу, встав на парту; пара недель тяжёлой беспрерывной учебы, потом – пара недель абсолютного лентяйства; сдаешь экзамен по истории, ни разу не посетив непосредственно пары по истории, потому что у тебя в голове есть четкая система после изучения смежных предметов; подбиваешь одногруппников устроить университетский бунт, как в европе; подружился с работницей столовой, и получаешь обед бесплатно.

cottage academia: маленькая деревня; вставать засветло, отправляться топить печку; книжный шкаф полон старых, потрёпанных книжек, доставшихся ещё от бабушки; мыться в бане; высокие деревянные заборы, от которых после дождя пахнет мокрой древесиной; читать книжки о славянской мифологии, и потом бояться темноты; бабушка заставляет ходить в местную маленькую, но красивую церковь; гадания с тонкой свечой перед старым пыльным зеркалом; блюдечко с молочком для домового.

[overfreeforeverme]

«Я думала это прошло ещё в декабре, но ладно. Оказывается, оно неизлечимо.»*

Мне бесконечно нравятся песни OQJAV...

*А это моя знакомая про то, как я умею зацик��иваться на песнях одной группы. В свое оправдание скажу, что мне не только их песни заели.

[wolkovitzky]

Bro, listen to this: "Толстый котик" by OQJAV https://ift.tt/2O2DqtM

[kunti-mor]

Невкусно работать и молчать об этом

Сессия показала уровень отчужденности

В поиске творческиого прорыва и нужных настроений

[varyam]

Моя любовь проснулась Даже во сне чужая Я её, провожая Разворошил конюшню Разворошил осинник Этих её красивых Этих её осенних. Русые кони ржали А осы заморосили Как колбасу с ножа вас Ел и смотрел на небо Ел и смотрел на небо Русые кони ржали А осы заморосилиГде мои, где мои, где мои, где мои Демоны, демоны, демоны? — чхать Тьма, тьма, тьма, тьма Тьма, твою мать-мачеха Где мои, где мои, где мои, где мои Демоны, демоны, демоны? — чхать Тьма, тьма, тьма, тьма Тьма, твою мать-мачехаМоя любовь кромешна Моя любовь кромешна Ути-пути, какой мы нежный Моя любовь кромешна Моя любовь кромешна Ути-пути, какой мы нежныйДвое ведут овчарку На поводке коротком Чую, поколочу их Чую, меня колотит Чую, спрошу, как ясень Облако, дождь и тополь? Чую, поколочу их Как они громко топают Как они громко топают Как они громко топают Сука, как громко топают Как они громко топают Как они громко топают Как они громко топают Как они громко топаютГде мои, где мои, где мои, где мои Демоны, демоны, демоны? — чхать Тьма, тьма, тьма, тьма Тьма, твою мать-мачеха Где мои, где мои, где мои, где мои Демоны, демоны, демоны? — чхать Тьма, тьма, тьма, тьма Тьма, твою мать-мачехаМоя любовь кромешна Моя любовь кромешна Ути-пути, какой мы нежный Моя любовь кромешна Моя любовь кромешна Ути-пути, какой мы нежныйЯ при дворе у дамы У дамы дворе при Я бы её ударил Если бы не был принц Если бы не был тряпкой Комнаты пыль сотру Я бы её ударил Я бы и вёл к костру Слабая инквизиция Миссионер-позиция Ты уходи в животное Так повернись да так Речка моя — живот её Речка моя — живот её Спущены в унитаз Сила и красотаГде мои, где мои, где мои, где мои Демоны, демоны, демоны? — чхать Тьма, тьма, тьма, тьма Тьма, твою мать-мачеха Где мои, где мои, где мои, где мои Демоны, демоны, демоны? — чхать Тьма, тьма, тьма, тьма Тьма, твою мать-мачехаМоя любовь кромешна Моя любовь кромешна Ути-пути, какой мы нежный Моя любовь кромешна Моя любовь кромешна Ути-пути, какой мы нежный OQJAV-Кромешна.

[makstraffic]

OQJAV - Портвейн (official video)

[ot-azarenko-blog]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ddNil3omyWM #OQJAV #линда #cover #кавер #guitar #yamaha #xmas #joulu #праздниккнамприходит