i just wanna let it.... oh hey there, friend!
this was another another short animatic i made after listening to memories by kid cudi (the remixed new one). i fucking LOVE this song, such vibes, and i also love my personal headcanon that el (my oc/self-insert character) and rokuya nagi (of idolish 7 fame) dance like there's no tomorrow, baby! ლ( > ͜ʖ < )ლ
i have a lot of idolish 7 stuff, as well as some danmachi and more random shit, to come so look forward to it (っ > ﹏ < )っ🎔
Okay- okay- I hear a song in tiktok.. I only listent to the instumental and it was like
"Mhh.. meh, it's a symphony"
BUT THEN ✨HE✨ STARTS TO SING ANS I WAS LIKE:
"WAIT-- WTF!? W-WHEN-- SNDNDNDNF"
I need to make a f-cking animatic with Robin-- tHAT GUY IS GOING TO BE HIS VOICE AND YOU GUYS CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND!! or maybe yes- bUT NOT NOW-
BUT FIRST- I need to finish the commission- (sowwy for the wait emi-)
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“Things are going fine.”
That’s what he had written in his recent- his last letter to Phil.
“-some bumps have happened, but nothing I can’t deal with!”
That was the lie that he had said.
He was so sure he could handle this. Given, of course, this wasn’t what he signed up for. All he had wanted was peace for his citizens. For his friends to be happy and safe.
That’s all he had wanted.
Not a tyrant harming them, and he being able to do nothing about it without risking final death.
Not leading a rebellion that he didn’t want to start, leading another fight when fighting was supposed to be over and done with.
Not creating something that harmed people, giving corrupt people control and corrupting good people once they got it.
His unfinished symphony.
Maybe the letter was a sign for help. Reaching out to his father, calling out for assistance, even as he reassured the man he was fine. He hadn’t sent a letter for weeks, so why now?
Perhaps, he just wanted to be held by his dad again. To be encompassed in his large wings as the man insisted that everything would be alright. The promise his father had made to keep him from harm, to fix any wrongdoings that came his way.
So where was he now?
He was being dumb, he knew that. He was an adult, he could take care of himself. He told Phil he could anyway. He had run off to see the world, to become his own person. He had a son, a brother, a nation, all his own to care for.
If anything, he was a coward. Wanting to shove all his responsibilities away. To have his father fix the monstrosity he had created. (He wasn’t sure if he was talking about the country or himself.)
No matter the point, he had written the letter.
And his father had never come.
The battle was fought. The war was won.
Wilbur stood alone in the room with the weight of the world on his shoulders and the eyes of history glaring holes into his back. With dust and soot surrounding him, scratched words taunting him from the walls. A button, a destiny, calling to his name.
His hand reached out to the button.
He took a leap.
“What’re you doing?”
Phil had tried to catch him.
But, alas, his son slipped through his fingers.
Right as the sword slipped through his chest.
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