#static caterpillar

[phalene-rouge]

It’s extermination day (part 2/3) ! Vox had some help from 🐛 Valentino in my caterpillar AU It’s still the start of the staticmoth in this AU where both of them are starting from the bottom of Hell. Good luck little fellas 🐛📺

[phalene-rouge]

Look at those stupids blorbos I love them too much 😭❤️ right after the extermination, how does two complete strangers (that just met once) will work together to survive in hell ? :D

Some older sketches from my rp with @phalene-rouge in our little AU (yes it’s Val and he is a caterpillar)

Vox has not been having a good time.

(He’s binding his chest with bandages, please do not do that and be safe)

[floweycidal]

clover would be nice to bugs, i think.

they don’t crazily save every insect they see, nor do they keep a census of lives rescued. this isn’t that kind of story. not at all.

but when they come across a beetle on its back, legs cycling through air like broken clock hands, there is no internal debate about morality, no performance of kindness for an invisible audience. they simply reach down, right what's wrong, and move on without waiting for thanks.

all those tiny lives that others casually swat at or sweep away. the spider rebuilding its web for the third time today, patiently reweaving what was thoughtlessly destroyed. the ant dragging a crumb twice its size across an endless expanse of floor. the moth fluttering desperately as it searches for a way back to the light.

more often than not, clover stops.

again, nothing ceremonial about it. no fanfare or fuss. just a tender hand extending a leaf to bridge a gap, or a solicitous finger nudging a fallen to safer ground.

they'd probably be cracking terrible puns in their head, something about giving beetles a "turn" for the better or how “moth-ers” know best. it stays there. tucked away with all the other small jokes that no one else will hear.

clover understands. they know what it feels like to live in spaces where you’re not wanted, to move carefully, noiselessly, hoping that the larger, more powerful beings in your world might just pass you by. they know exactly how heavy a careless footstep can be. you can see it in the way they move through the underground. this perfect quietude, like they're walking between raindrops.

it’s the kind of placidity born of understanding that survival sometimes translates to being so quiet that even the air forgets to stir around you.

being small doesn’t make you less deserving. powerlessness doesn't make you wrong. occasionally, the truest form of justice is simply making space for others to exist.

and clover would know.

their life on the surface was hardly rich with comforts or attachments. it was a life of static-laden tv shows, dishes washed with nary a nod, and spaces that felt more borrowed than lived in. they know what it is to go unnoticed, to be treated like something inconsequential, a minor nuisance at best.

more presence than person, clover has lived off scraps and donned garments stitched together with hope and necessity. they'd understand, better than anyone, what it means to exist underfoot.

it feels so natural, so right, to imagine clover giving a bug a second chance. where others see something disposable, clover sees something familiar. just trying to live. get by.

not a saint by any stretch, they’ll “borrow” what they need without asking. still, they’ll mutter a soft “excuse me” to a ladybug flitting too close, and still they'd find the time to guide a caterpillar out of harm’s way with a scrap of paper.

they'd choose to handle the fragile and easily breakable with care and fairness, for mercy matters most when it’s offered to those who cannot demand it.

the world has a way of teaching its smallest inhabitants to expect cruelty—to see a hand coming down like judgment, a step as an unthinking end. to know that to exist while small is to always be one breath away from being deemed an annoyance, a pest.

the bugs are blissfully unaware of their reprieve. they don’t realize that someone paused, saw, and judged their lives worthy of continuing. clover never needs them to know. it's not why they do it.

clover permits these lives to continue without condition because being bigger doesn’t confer more importance. having strength doesn’t mean it must be used to crush the small. that wouldn't be fair now, would it?

and i like to believe this compassion for little critters isn’t so separate from their pursuit of justice; it’s part of the same whole.

justice isn't always the thundering declaration people expect.

justice here wears a shabby hat. walks without sound. respects a balloon's privacy and even waves it goodbye.

justice can very much come in the form of realizing that the most revolutionary thing you can do in a world that worships its own thorns is to be solemnly, persistently kind and just.

even to the things that everyone else would much rather squash than spare.

especially then.

[ruvaidwani]

Schizo Ruvaid :

I once read in a psychology book that the earlier in life that one appears odd, the more severely they’re likely to be impacted by their mental illness later on in life. I guess you could say that’s the case for me. I can trace certain thoughts back to as early as 6 years old. I had crippling social anxiety and would become fearful of totally irrational things. Irrational even for that age. I was freaked out constantly and didn’t even like walking to the bathroom in my own house during the day time. I had this sensation that someone was right behind me all the time. I never felt alone.

My psychotic symptoms appeared when I was 12. They were brief and very spread out then. The first hallucination I ever remember was seeing a black hole or portal in my yard. By 14–15, I was having visual hallucinations nearly constantly. Mostly when I was by myself though. They really scared me . My parents didn’t wanna hear it because it upset them.

Around that time I also started having delusions that stalkers from my old school were crawling in my air vents, so I’d always close the vents. I believed I had to punish myself to absolve the world of its pain and sins and that was my duty on this earth. This led me to hurting or torturing myself in various ways. I believed I had a sort of gift to communicate with the ghost world but I couldn’t brag about it or else I’d be a pompous sinner like all the rest.

I also would hallucinate glowing quotation marks and I thought that was the spirit world quoting my thoughts. Whenever that would happen I’d focus extra hard on whatever I was thinking because I thought the spirits were trying to tell me it had a deeper meaning about how to punish myself for the world. I would also think random things were making vague references to my thoughts and that was a punishment toward me to make me suffer and go crazy.

There was also this delusion I had that my bathroom mirror was a two way mirror and I didn’t shower often because I didn’t want whoever was on the other side to see me naked. And I would see this caterpillar man on the bathroom door and I don’t know why but I believed he was the spirit of a criminal.

When I was 18 I started having more vivid hallucinations as well as nightmares where I’d wake up and see visions. I got these new visuals where shadows would commit suicide in front of me. I also started hearing voices at this time, usually at night. I would hear static and a lady calling me rude names and just repeating words. And I heard a man’s voice saying the name of a TV character. I also began losing my train of thought mid sentence or text or forget what words I’m trying to say. Or I will misread words on paper.

Despite the toll this takes on me, I keep it mostly to myself. I know deep down I am either gifted with the ability to see the forces around us, or I genuinely have schizophrenia.

I stay to myself as much as I can in my room. I do have to study and I manage to get through it. I’d say I’m pretty functional though I am constantly tormented with fears and thoughts. I can never truly chill out because it’s always going on and I can’t just fully ignore it or get used to it. I just hope that it doesn’t progress past this point.

It got worse when I was 18 I started to hallucinate more but it got better after I overcame my addiction but now it's happening again

[joshslater]

Cat

This is my take on a TF request by octuscle. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

I guess it's kind of like what magicians feel like. Sure, you can train all you like in your bedroom, and you can do it in front of your mates, but when you do it for real, for a real audience you get the same jitters before the trick and a certain rush after it. No one noticed how I did the misdirection, how I lifted the phone and stashed it in my pocket in a smooth motion that started well before and ended well after those two events, making it seem completely unrelated and hiding the true intent. I was well out of their sight long before they realized they'd been pickpocketed.

I should have just held the power button to shut it down, make it untraceable until the nerds can open it up, make it lose its mind, and become resellable. Not as a luxury phone as it once was perhaps, but good enough for someone short on cash who was willing to not think too hard about where they got their goods. I should have, but it was like a reflex to press the unlock button once I fished up the phone from my pocket, safe some blocks away. "Chronivac Anti-theft Technology" flashed on the screen and a timer counted down from 10. "Enter pin to deactivate." I frantically pressed and held the power button in various combinations with no effect. Would the phone report its position? I could just leave. Would it make a noise? Wouldn’t matter here, and again, I could just leave.

It did make a short, high-pitched screeching sound and it kind of twisted in my hand. Not like the vibrator went off. More like a static shock, but not quite that either. The sound when it landed on the ground surprised me. A dull rattle and not the normal crisp sound of an iPhone maybe shattering on the stones. Even more surprising was the yellow rubber case with the black Caterpillar CAT logo on the ground. Confused I picked it up and turned it over to find a feature phone in the case, with physical keyboard and all, and on the screen words were scrolling by faster than I could read. I managed some words like "dumber", "stronger", and "stoner". As I stared at the words "manual laborer" I had a nagging feeling I should know what it meant, and that perhaps it wasn't the scrolling speed by the reading speed that was the problem.

The screen said "Wipe complete. All data secured." and turned black.

I tried to remember why I was standing in an empty back alley, but couldn't come up with a good reason. I adjusted my wifebeater inside my dungarees. Dungarees are great because you can play with your balls whenever, but the top isn't really held in place, so it can show you go commando if you aren't careful. I might as well smoke a joint while I figure out where I should be.

[ask-dcf]

Meanwhile, with the young Trio…

*The kids have met many strange creatures, sparing left and right despite it being very tricky in some cases. All of them slowly getting used to their abilities… Now they faced an obstacle….. A catipillar in front of a wall of fog that was vaping…. And was gaming*

*SLAM*

*She holds up a prime drink but instead of prime it says “Pillar”.*

*She crushes it with claws*

*Frisk pulls Chara back*

*With a wave of his hand, he summons a horde of digital butterflies and sends them towards the trio. The cuts they left were sharp and painful, taking away small chunks of their HP making the kids help in pain. Chara looking pissed with her eyes static now.*

*Wings turn sharp and claws come out*

*Frisk pulls Chara back*

*Frisk steps in front of her to face the caterpillar*

*He leans closer to the trio, arms crossed*

*Chara’s eyes twitch in anger*

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Art by @xjunjox

Special monsters and streamerpillar by @theyoshimister

[gumnut-logic]

Unusual Whump List

Here is a short list of unusual paths to whump to inspire fic and/or art. Feel free to reblog, share, and even send me a prompt to see if you can get me writing (maybe include a character as well). Have fun :D

Pulled elastic slap

Frozen confectionery

Attacked by a moose

Stepping on Lego

Bird poop

Pricked by a pin

Slipping in the bathroom

Glitter

Falling pinecone

Stung by a caterpillar

Smell

Caught in a tangle

Stepped on by a dog

Too much food

Attacked by a trophy

Licked by a cat

Static electricity

Reaction to laundry powder

Hit by a ball

Bright light in the dark

Pecked by a bird

Falling bookshelf

Spider at breakfast

Hot glue gun

[weeklyvocajournal]

Weekly Vocajournal #46 (12/08 - 18/08)

This weekend is Youtube Music Weekend, which will be featuring some Vocalsynth producers and vocalsynth-adjacent musicians. I'm personally looking forward to Sheeno Mirin's, AHUB's, and the IA concert among others. Check the event playlist here.

Mwk - Dive To You (ft. MEIKO)

The PIECE OF POPSTAR album series is shaping up to be the place to find some good pop-y electronic music, and this is my favorite entry from this album.

Digital Static - Gravity (ft. Stardust Infinity)

This might actually be the first time for me hearing growl/scream vocals with Stardust! Great rock/metal song.

Hinode ISUZU - Ankoro, Nun katsu, Nanikare (ft. Lily) [Self-cover]

I like this a lot more than the original version, both the instrumentals and Lily as a singer. Also, it seems like they got banned from tumblr and are trying to restore their account; what a pity, I discovered them from here.

Giga - Antimetry (ft. Kagamine Len)

Not a new song by any means, but my favorite Len work by him is finally out on YT (even if only by YT releases) and I wanted to celebrate.

Takumi Hayashida - Teacher A (ft. Hatsune Miku)

Simple, cozy MV for a simple, cozy acoustic guitar song. Love the caterpillar scurrying about.

Other Cool Stuff

K-chi - 純み藤わずらい (ft. Yuzuki Yukari)

surii - Obake (ft. Kasane Teto SV, Kagamine Len)

fallstay - Gängerism (ft. vflower)

moso4 - Tsuki ni Tokeru (ft. KAITO)

Chinozo - Damatte-chan (ft. Kasane Teto SV)

ADORE KIRIN - Night Routine (ft. KAFU)

TaKU.K - Apocalypse ni Warau Majo (ft. Gumi SV)

Guchiry - Angel Halo (ft. Otomachi Una)

Giga - Dear (ft. Hatsune Miku) [Reol ver.]

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

I'm coming to BURNING MAN! On TUESDAY (Aug 27) at 1PM, I'm giving a talk called "DISENSHITTIFY OR DIE! at PALENQUE NORTE (7&E). On WEDNESDAY (Aug 28) at NOON, I'm doing a "Talking Caterpillar" Q&A at LIMINAL LABS (830&C).

#15yrsago Charlie Stross and Paul Krugman talk science fiction and economics at the WorldCon https://www.antipope.org/charlie/blog-static/2009/08/a_fireside_chat.html

#15yrsago Continental imprisons 50 passengers overnight in grounded plane with no food, overflowing toilets https://web.archive.org/web/20090812094858/https://www.startribune.com/local/east/52798827.html?elr=KArksLckD8EQDUoaEyqyP4O:DW3ckUiD3aPc:_Yyc:aUUF

#15yrsago Stephenson’s Orth-speak Hugo acceptance speech https://www.flickr.com/photos/doctorow/3810606986/

#15yrsago Bruce Sterling’s story on the merger of blogging and scientific discovery https://web.archive.org/web/20090813092704/https://www.discovermagazine.com/2009/jul-aug/10-in-the-future-doing-science-is-like-blogging

#5yrsago How facial recognition has turned summer camp into a dystopia for campers, parents, counsellors and photographers (but not facial recognition vendors) https://www.washingtonpost.com/technology/2019/08/08/summer-camps-turn-facial-recognition-parents-demand-more-smiles-please/

#5yrsago Pressed about Amazon deforestation, Bolsonaro proposes only shitting on alternate days to remediate climate change https://www.bbc.com/news/world-latin-america-49304358

#5yrsago The FBI keeps boasting about all its “domestic terror�� arrests, but it can’t name a single one https://www.propublica.org/article/fbi-domestic-terrorism-arrest-data

#1yrago The long bezzle: Verizon can remain irrational longer than you can remain solvent https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/10/smartest-guys-in-the-room/#can-you-hear-me-now

Community voting for SXSW is live! If you wanna hear RIDA QADRI and me talk about how GIG WORKERS can DISENSHITTIFY their jobs with INTEROPERABILITY, VOTE FOR THIS ONE!

[phalene-rouge]

This is my AU where Valentino spawned in Hell as a caterpillar and not yet a moth ! He will eventually become the embodiment of love (twisted kind, obsessive and manipulative) and lust but when he start here he was just a little caterpillar with the head filled with dream of becoming a movie director !

I roleplayed him with @hypnoticmoth and we can see Val trying to sell his scenarios and scripts to the soon to be overlord Vox but unfortunately he made fun of him and made his fur all puffed with static 🥲

I hope you enjoy this design for Caterpillar Val ! 🐛📺🦋❤️

[myrkmadr]

Hela & Personal Correspondences [ The Path to Morrow ]

K E N N I N GS S && E P I T H E T S Mother of the Forgotten Sister to the Lonely Lady of Dires Lady of Secrets Harbinger of Final Breaths She who Summons Silence She of Broken Bone Lady of he Mirror-Self She of Rot and Gore

A N I M A L S  Moths and Butterflies Maggots Caterpillars Corvids Shrikes Carrion Birds Wolves Juncos Roadrunners Hummingbirds Wolfhounds Bombay Cats Ragamuffin Cats

P L A N T S Roses Yarrow Queen Anne’s Lace Lilies Spider Lilies Fungus Molds Nightshade Fallen or rotten tree bark Yew Birch Clusters of dried/preserved flowers

S O U N D S Ambient noises in the background Water drops in the distance Light rain showers Slow violins Distant middle-tone drum beat n an ominous manner Static/Noise Creaking of very old wood Deep humming

M U S I C Helvegen by Warduna People are Strange cover by Johnny Hollow Koudou by Dir en Grey True by Akira Yamaoka Room of Angel by Akira Yamaoka Clint Eastwood by the Gorillaz

F O O D S Panes Dulces y Panes de Muerto Conchas Churros Plain doughnuts Meat stews Green chili Oatmeal Farina/Cream of Wheat Muffins Dark Chocolate Chocolate Pudding Dark Coffee with only a little sugar Espresso

S T U D I E S Taxidermy Pathology Psychology History of old buildings, even local places The stories of the elderly Stories of people who have passed on Nursing Machiavelli Oscar Wilde Fairy Tales & Nursery Rhymes Gothic Literature Dark Satire Treating and taking care of graves and bones Ancient History Her history The history of wherever you live, where you have gone, etc Woodworking Carving The varieties of funeral rites in other places

B O D Y Skull & Bone Jewelry Vintage Old lace Dried Flowers Large blotches of Vitiligo Silver, Black, White Antique White/Yellow Pale Pastel Pink Tinge of pale mint green Hematite Spinel Onyx Thin Black Spiders Black Widows Length

M I S C Stone Stone walls & pillars Stone & Wooden kitchenware Water damaged Books Books falling apart Old, creaky buildings People forgotten in the past Cemeteries Graves & Graveyards Old Dirt Mines of Moria Sorrow & Sadness Calm before and after storms Numbness Kindness Newborn children Elderly people Piles of carrion insects Dead Trees in the midst of forests Plague

[kiraxo]

What are your fav songs?:D

My fav songs change all the time but rn

Break on Through (to the other side) - The Doors

C'mere - Interpol

Hey Bulldog - The Beatles

Faint - Linkin Park

Street Spirit (fade out) - Radiohead

Static Age - Misfits

The Caterpillar - The Cure

One Hunderd Years - The Cure

Modern Love - David Bowie

Boys Keep Swinging - David Bowie

Wonderwall - Oasis

Dogs - Pink Floyd

Brain damage - Pink Floyd

Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd

Spellbound - Siouxsie and The Banshees

(+ a lot more but I feel like its already too long) ( also not in order)

But pls pls pls send me recommendations I love expanding my music taste <33

[kotte-store]

TELEPORT TO THE MENS DEPT

Landmark: TMD Event Date: 5th May 2024 - 30th June 2024 Event Information: themensdeptsl.com

Caterpillar information:

Unrigged static mesh (position can be moved).

Attaches to head or hold on finger and can be rezzed (6Li).

12-14 colours for body and accessory parts.

Hide and unhide accessories to mix and match.

Demo available to view at event.

Single pack: L$500 L$350 (30% off)

Thank you so much for the support ♥

Lots of love from, kotte by Angelica Song

Flickr Group: https://www.flickr.com/groups/2907492@N24/

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☞ Update log:

[ 2024.06.30 ] Placed in mainstore.

[ 2024.05.05 ] Release at TMD

[llamaristic]

It was that type of night where, even in the absence of the sun, that heavy, sticky heat still retained and comfort was no more. Hajime could feel it wobble through the air, thick like static and it'd rip through him horrifically. They had been walking side to side, shoes scuffling against the grainy asphalt and skin, sensitive to fabric they were sure never to be worn again.

That day Oikawa and Hajime had left highschool.

Was it that long ago that he was a first year, brain-dead and a half the height he is now? It was hard to tell, really. He didn't need to poke his belt at the furthermost hole anymore and he couldn't watch old videotapes of his younger self, the disbelief that his voice used to be so scratchy and raw. Hajime was growing. Soon to be this full fledged man with earl-grey slacks and gelled hair. It was just another chapter of his life, like middleschool had been and the preschool before that. It was—but it was bigger, he was going to college.

"I'm overreacting, Iwa-chan? You should've seen how happy Sensei Nakamura was seeing me off."

"You're upset because he was happy?"

"He's not supposed to be! I want to see tears. I'm one of the best Aoba Johsai's ever had! Losing me should be....it should hurt and alot and I should be able to see that perfectly on his small, fat face. I swear when I'm famous, and on all Tokyo's TVs, he'll ask for a photograph and I'll....I'll spit on him!"

Hajime blinked. "Wow, Oikawa. You're absurd."

"Your not supposed to be defending him! What are you doing?" Oikawa chin had formed a very hollow dimple as he said this. Hajime remembers. He had looked funny under the lights, parts of his face hidden in shadows like some malevolent Disney villain.

"It's fine. I'll never see that scoundrel in my lifetime from now." He had puffed, mumbling to himself as he perched down on the guardrail. It rattled greatly so he sat, still. His knees had been drawn up to his chin, his gaze listless as his back hunched considerably so. Hajime had sighed too, disappointed at his legs involuntarily shifting to crouch next to him. He had heard Oikawa sniff and then, as he looked at him, saw his lips dent with teeth.

"I think I'm scared."

"Of?"

"Everything."

"Everything."

"Hey! Don't say it like that. I don't sound like that, Iwa-chan."

"Yes you do."

"No, I don't."   A sniff.   "I'm going to miss you."

Hajime had broke into a laugh. "You say that as if I'm not going to see you again."

"Yeah, and it's likely I won't."

"Sadly I will."

"Can you just reason with me for a second, Iwa-chan. Things are changing so fast, so quick. Next year I won't even be captain. I'll be bossed and tossed to wondertown and back. But worst of all: I'll be second."

"Fifth, at most."

"I hate you."

"I hate you more because it doesn't matter if your the fucking best in the world. It may, but really it doesn't. And I know you. I know you'll push yourself until your unrecognisable and I have to hold you from getting blown away from my burps." Oikawa had giggled at the thought and then quickly whined, lips protruding out in a pout. Hajime swayed to the side as he was punched. "And even if something happens and we never see each other again, remember to eat anchovies and raw eggs in the mornings. Helps me with my gains."

"Dis. Gusting." Oikawa had retched, voice dripping with laden repulse but as Hajime turned to him, he was smiling. His hair was longer then, bangs touching to his eyes and there was that patch of sun-kissed freckles on the skin beneath his ears. The monorail across them had whirred past, and in the dark it had looked like a phosphorescent caterpillar. Hajime wrinkled his nose looking up at the darkening sky. Was it always like this? He had never been aware that time had been so...quick. Tommorow, he would wake up and see his blazer slung over his chair, the panic settling in that he had forgotten to iron it. Rid those creases Oikawa loved to point out the moment he stepped out the house. But he didn't need to, right? He was never going to wear that blazer again. 

"Let's race." Hajime watched the monorail curve its body, swallowed into the black expanse of a tunnel. He wondered where it'd end to. When it'd stop. When the blare of the train left his ears he glanced to the right of him and said, "Over to wherever the fuck that lane takes us. Loser has to get the other two bowls of chicken donburi and cherry ramune for the night."

"Liar." Oikawa nasaled, trying to stuff his nose in the juncture where his knees met. "What's the catch."

"You get a headstart."

Oikawa took his head out of his knees, his nose red and wrinkled and wet as he perked up a brow. "How long."

How long? It would be long enough that it satisfies Oikawa's already chronically inflated ego, and short enough so that Hajime's not settling for an immediate loss. They've been on and off for years. He had thought about the ready, steady, go strategy but whenever Oikawa's counting it, he says something off-putting like bananas! And whenever Hajime's counting it, Oikawa's ears suddenly fold into themselves and he's running before Hajime's even started. He wants to settle this here.

"Bout 4 seconds."

"And have you started counting yet?"

A smirk. "Yeah." The railway guard shuddered at the loss of weight before Hajime was sighting the scramble of a body quickly leave his side. “Idiot.” He muttered, dusting himself off as he stood and on his feet, Hajime ran. He wasn't off to a good start, unironically. His thigh cramped up a little and he had to rabbit-hop. But he could still see how the streetlamp lights slithered over Oikawa's figure and he knew he was doing just fine.

He needed to be more than just fine. Hajime needed to win. Setting up this bet and giving Oikawa a jumpstart just to lose—he'd never hear the end of it. Hajime wasn't so much a lover of humiliation; he picked up his stride, the kaleidoscope of the late city night below him becoming no more than a consecutive blur.

There was the faint sound. A body of water. And then. He was wrapping his arm around a neck. Falling. Into something soft. Like sand.

They fought tirelessly; hands slithering under arms; unintelligible puffs of curses. But for as tall as Oikawa was, Hajime was always stronger. He had straddled him, pinned his arms above his head.

"You may think you have won, Iwa-chan. But I'm the one that crossed here first."

"Not sure about that," Hajime grunted. "Pretty sure we crossed at the same time."

Oikawa made a wordless cry, writhing under Hajime like a worm with a brain hemorrhage. He was pink—ridiculously pink with overexertion. The softer strands of hair sticking to his forehead and his temples. He had nothing but a twinkle of hatred in those light brown eyes, brows crinkling like they wanted to kiss another. Hajime would miss that look. Would miss milking Oikawa's happiness until he would undergo the same personality as the colour grey. From then on, it was like his job. Eat, sleep, chronically provoke Oikawa. Nothing would change. They're seventeen and still play-fight like they were nine. Nothing would change—but Hajime could tell this would be the last in a long time.

He pressed his forehead on Oikawa's.

"What are you doing?" Oikawa had said in something like a barely audible whisper.

Hajime licked his lips, carefully. "I don't know." He could the skin on Oikawa's forehead lose tension, his breath hitching. They both had their eyes closed, breathing hot air into each others mouths. The faint thrum of a heartbeat through thin fabric. For a moment, Hajime had felt like he wasn't there.

"Oikawa?"

A hum. "Yeah?"

"You'll do great."

Other hand dug into the warm sand, Hajime lifted his head. Oikawa's eyes had slowly fluttered open, and a ever-present breeze brushed his limp bangs over his eyes. Hajime only looked into Oikawa's eyes as he felt hands gingerly cup the sides of his face, finger twitching like they weren't supposed to be there.

"I know." He had grinned, those hands slowly falling to Hajime's shoulder and giving them a gentle push. Hajime kept his eyes shut as he felt the back of his head meet the sand, his arm falling limply on his belly. There was the sound of footsteps inching from him, trackless; the rustle of fabric falling to the ground.

Hajime let his head fall to the side, eyes in search for Oikawa. He was where Hajime's eyes had directed him to, standing by the edge of the shoreline. Shirt ruffling in the breeze. He he knew exactly what Oikawa's thinking— it is beautiful. The air was so dark, it was blue. And the moon looked of something so large and bright, it made the grains of sand glitter as if capped with fairydust. The air was briny, felt lukewarm in the cave of his mouth. Albatrosses soar and glide, an outstretch of wings trekking through the wisps of the overcast clouds. It was nice, welcoming but for the most part, Hajime had been looking at him.

[liliallowed]

axe crimson goes on dust's face and uses a tiny bit of hallucinogenic aura to calm dust from hurting himself. (as some moth caterpillars do)

like just puts their wings over his eyes and he relaxes.

they don't have enough power to really pull a hypnosis bullshit or anything. they're too weaknti even control Aliza. but they can sorta soothe him for a limited amount of time.

also when he closes his eyes in that state he can vaguely make out their shattered astral projection that's trying to become physical.. a see through shattered body with ever twisting wings and lines spiraling around trying to maintain a solid shape.

they might even be able to hold somewhat of a conversation without the need for radio signals or static supernatural stuff in the air.

not sure what they'd say though. probably how much they hate each other (awww)

idk why but I imagine crimson just chilling there silencing the voices in his head or just giving him a distraction or a random dream.

sometimes they're both metaphorically and literally in his skull trying to peek into his mind until he sneezes them out.