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kanasmusings · 2 years

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[English Subs DL] SQS 7 - “ZANSHIN” RED and BLUE Versions

As promised, here is SQS 7 - ZANSHIN~! Thank you to @fujotish for requesting RED version~! It is based off of their AGF concept last year, so it’s more of an alternate universe play like “Machine Elements” and “Tsukihana Kagura”.

It is, like most TsukiPro stages, divided into two versions (RED and BLUE), but it’s not necessary to watch both versions to understand the gist of the play.

There are really only slight differences between both versions, but if I were to say which story is more “complete” (or rather, gives more clues and lore), I’d say watch RED version first. Mostly because Shiki plays a very important role in this play ^^

For those who want to familiarize themselves with Zanshin lore first, here is the masterpost of translations for their pamphlet: ZANSHIN

Alright~! Taikyoku Denki pamphlet masterpost, VAZZROCK bi-color S4 are on queue after this, and hopefully TsukiSta 11th before the year ends~! ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ

BD PURCHASE LINK: Animate | Movic | CDJapan

Official Sites: Twitter | Website

Links, notes, and disclaimers under the cut, enjoy~!

NOTES:

※ THE FILE IS SUBTITLES ONLY, VIDEO IS NOT INCLUDED! I only share the soft subtitles, meaning you can’t play them without the video. If you want the video, please consider joining a split or buying a copy of the BD for yourself.

Please try and open the link on PC. Clicking on links on mobile sometimes takes you to a “cannot be opened” page, so PC/laptop would be best.

The Google Drive folder contains subtitles for both RED version and BLUE version, so please check them both if you can~

RULES:

[MOST IMPORTANT] Please DO NOT re-post the subs and the link outside of Tumblr! If you want to share outside, please, please DM me about it and link my blog to your post. That’s all I ask.

Please DO NOT remove my credits.

Please DO NOT re-translate without permission.

SUBS DL LINK: GOOGLE DRIVE

※ Please only DM me if there is a problem with the subtitles. I cannot help you if it’s related to the videos.

※ If you enjoyed my work, please consider buying me a coffee here, if you can. It’ll really help me out a lot.(o^▽^o) Thank you!!

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tsukino-illustration · 1 year

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Each team logo for 2023 Tsukipro Official Shop - 'Aoharu' Yamanote War

#tsukipro #tsukiuta #vazzrock #vazzy #rockdown #sq #solids #soara #growth #quell #six gravity #procellarum #infinit0

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arcanacenturia · 1 year

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@ Tumblr

I WANT TSUKIPRO CONTENT NOT SUDDENLY 156123 POSTS ABOUT A SUBJET I ONCE POSTED ABOUT

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zaffiri-saffici · 7 months

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Undone, a SwanQueen tale

Today is special for many reasons. It is the reveal of my first-ever SwanQueen fic. It is also the first chapter of a new adventure for me personally; it marks the beginning of a new era of writing reignited by one of the ships that has been nearest and dearest to my heart and life for over ten years.

A special thank you goes to my fiancé, Ashley, who dealt with my many months of plotting and countless nights of research and incoherent babbling as I tried to find the words and put the pieces together. She was also my first beta on this story!

Another special thank you goes to my challenge beta and cheerleader, Alice, for helping to quell my anxieties over the SQ Supernova challenge's deadlines, and for helping me with all my unnecessary grammar issues and the like. She helped me bring this story to life in the way I envisioned and I could not have done it without her.

This story is a Camelot rewrite. It is canon-compliant through the end of season 4 with some scenes inspired by season 5A that veer off in a different direction. It is a dark, slow-burn fantasy romance. It is a story of tragedy undone by love. It is lyrical, ambiguous, and complex (that's just my writing style; this will not be for everyone and that's okay).

I need to stress that this fic is dark before it gets better, hence the Mature rating. I wanted to explore Emma and Regina's pasts and the traumas that have been developed as a result of what they each went through. I also tried to expand on the psychological and emotional effects of the Darkness. Everything is tagged appropriately, so please make sure you read the warnings before digging in. This is a full-on adventure with many turns. It will hit you in your gut before it heals you. But, I promise it will be worth it in the end. I need my girls to be happy, so I hope I was successful in giving them the ending they deserved here and the beginning they never saw.

I'm honored to share this piece with the world. I'm honored to give it to fandom. This was a practice in healing. I hope it can offer you the same.

Sneak Peak 1 | Sneak Peak 2 | Sneak Peak 3

Enjoy, friends!

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usaharatobikichi · 9 months

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SQ + playing DDR

Solids:

* Shiki would be awful. He’s good at dance for his job but he does not have the coordination to be pressing buttons while dancing around the machine. He will complain about some random joint being in pain after one song to try and escape the embarrassment of it all.

* Rikka wouldn’t be good or bad, he’d be decent but he’d still be better than most people he knows. He can go for a couple of games before he really starts to feel tired (zonked out) from it, but he will play some of the harder songs if he’s playing against someone just to be petty and show off (competitive asshole).

* Tsubasa would be really good only because he has coordination and the stamina of a five year old on crack. When he plays he misses a lot of notes because he’s not Good good, but he always survives through the song - him and Rikka get into a lot of fights because of this (arguing over how he basically died that song, but jo be didn’t because see he still survived and got a B).

* Dai is just as bad as Shiki, if not worse. I think he would get confused really easily by the arrows and having to tap the tiles at the same time, his brain just doesn’t make the connection fast enough while playing so he ends up tapping too late. But he has the problem of getting dragged on to play with Tsubasa. Rikka absolutely has a video of them playing together and it’s just Tsubasa going at it and Dai standing there on the middle tile looking like he’s about to burst into because he forget to change the difficulty to beginner and all the arrows are making his brain explode.

Quell:

* Shu is good at beginner difficulty, and sometimes basic if its ranked at a 4. He much prefers watching, but when he goes to the arcade with all of quell it becomes a family night of everyone getting to play together with each other no matter what. When he plays with Eichi he will absolutely put all the cutesy love songs on because he’s awful and he thinks it’s funny when Ichiru starts making fake gagging noises in the background.

* Eichi is surprisingly good at the game, using the backbar and all. When he first played with the rest of quell Ichiru was so shocked by how good he is at the game, he would have said something he didn’t want to admit like “Is there anything you’re not good at Eichi?” And he would have ignored everyone out of embarrassment until he’s invited to play. Eichi can play for long periods of time though, when he’s getting tired he just takes off his hoodie/cardigan/whatever outer layer he’s wearing and continues - which for Shu is a special little treat because he gets to study how the muscles in Eichi’s arms tense and move when he uses the backbar (he is not going to heaven).

* Issei is bad at first purely due to his introverted nature. He’s afraid of being watched and people staring at him and the rest of quell, and all the noise is so overwhelming. So when he first steps up and plays his first song, he very nearly has a meltdown and he can’t continue. But overtime he gets used it, Ichiru holding his hand while they play for a while does in fact help even if it makes him feel childish (the pictures and videos Shu and Eichi got that day filled up the rest of their phone storage). Now he’s at a level of not good but not bad at the game and he doesn’t mind. He prefers playing the slower songs (as slow as they get on ddr lol) and he finds it fun to get a little competitive with Shu since they’re at about the same level of skill.

* Ichiru is good but not as good as Tsubasa or Eichi. He has his standard rivalry with Tsubasa going on, but they tend to get in arguments about playing with the bar vs playing without, since Ichiru learnt how to play with the bar from Eichi and Tsubasa never taught himself how to play with the bar (which he’s mad about). Eichi always has to disengage the fighting with a rant about play styles and that everyone plays differently and it’s perfectly okay so can we please take a breather and calm down. He has tons of stamina though and could play with Eichi for hours. He often forgets that people aren’t always good at these types of games, and he always ends up picking difficult song when he plays with Shu and nearly kills the poor man.

#headcanon #writing #tsukipro #takamura shiki #sera rikka #okui tsubasa #murase dai #izumi shu #horimiya eichi #kuga issei #kuga ichiru #demi.writes

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suckerpunchfemale · 1 year

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Chapter Eleven Below!!

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Cin watched as Tamlin's words quelled the concerns of the fae, reassuring them that he was a leader who could be trusted and relied upon.

Despite their past grievances, the fae were beginning to see Tamlin in a new light, and they were beginning to believe that he might just be the High Lord they needed to lead them forward.

"Do you think I made a mistake by being so honest with them?" Tamlin murmured under his breath as they strode from the dais. He couldn't help but feel vulnerable, fearing that his candidness may have undermined his authority in the eyes of the fae.

Cin paused, considering Tamlin's question carefully. She put herself in the shoes of the fae who had just listened to their High Lord's candid confessions. "I think it was the right thing to do," she said firmly. "Transparency breeds trust. You gave them the truth, and they saw that you were willing to admit your mistakes and take responsibility for them. It takes strength to be vulnerable, Tamlin. Remember that."

Tamlin nodded thoughtfully, taking in Cin's words. He knew that building trust was not a quick or easy process, but it was a necessary one. He was committed to doing whatever it took to regain the trust of his people, and he was grateful to have Cin by his side as he worked towards that goal. "Thank you," he said softly, giving her a small smile. "I couldn't do this without you."

Tamlin's tense expression eased as he reached down to take Cin's hand in his own. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Let's get this dinner over with. I'm much more interested in the dessert waiting for us back in our room."

Cin smiled softly at the touch of his lips against her ear, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her at his words.

"Lead the way, High Lord," she said playfully, squeezing his hand in hers.

As Tamlin and Cin made their way toward Lord Bryony's grand home, they were greeted by a long, winding walkway. The path was lined with tall trees that rustled in the cool evening breeze, creating a sense of tranquility and peace. The grand house itself was an imposing structure made of stone, with intricate carvings and ornate balconies that overlooked the sprawling gardens below. Cin couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sight of it all.

"It's beautiful," she murmured, as they made their way up the walkway towards the entrance.

Cin's eyes widened as she took in the opulence of Lord Bryony's home. The grandeur of the exterior was nothing compared to the splendor of the interior. The soaring ceilings, the marble floors, and the intricate tapestries and paintings that adorned the walls all seemed to whisper of the wealth and power that Lord Bryony held.

As they made their way to the dining hall, Cin could not help but be awed by the sight before her. A feast was laid out before them, with a long polished table that gleamed in the soft light. Golden plates and glittering silverware were carefully arranged, and a massive wooden sculpture of a vase of flowers.

Cin fidgeted with the flower crown on her head, grateful that she had used her magic to create a replica and avoid being pestered by the chatty flowers.

The group took their seats, Tamlin and Lord Bryony opting to sit together. Lord Bryony wasted no time in launching into a passionate pitch for Monardo to host the Trade Fair.

"It's the perfect village for it," he argued. "We have the space, the resources, and the eager merchants to make it a success."

In the midst of the conversation, Cin shifted her attention to Vida, Lord Bryony's pregnant wife.

"Lady Vida," she said with a smile, "I can only imagine how thrilled you must be for the little one's arrival."

Lady Vida let out a nervous laugh, her response tinged with a hint of apprehension. "I suppose I'm as excited as I can be," she replied, "but please, call me Vida. No need for formalities here."

"In that case, I must ask for the same courtesy, Vida," Cin said, smiling warmly and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Though she knew their relationship would have a diplomatic element, she was determined to forge a friendship with Lady Vida anyway. "Is this your first child?" she asked, genuinely interested.

Vida took a sip of water from her silver-rimmed glass before nodding. "Yes, this will be our first child. Although depending on how I fare, it may also be our last."

Her words were tinged with a hint of uncertainty, and Cin could sense the weight of responsibility that came with motherhood.

"Are the healers overwhelmed?" Cin asked, lowering her voice in concern. She hoped her assumption was wrong.

"It's not a matter of being strained, but rather untrained. We only have two novice healers in Monarda," she explained. "The mortality rate among infant Fae is at an all-time low in our village, and perhaps even in the entire court." Her tone was laced with a hint of sorrow and grief.

"This explains why Lady Freda wanted to begin her new project in earnest," Cin admitted, taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "To address this issue, Lady Freda, of Orchis, is collaborating with an emissary from the Day Court to develop medical advancements that could save more lives. Her focus is specifically on reducing infant mortality rates in our villages."

She hoped that their efforts would yield positive results and prevent more families from experiencing the heartbreak of losing a child.

"In an attempt to replenish our numbers? Isn't that what the High Lord is doing by rebuilding his army to keep us safe?" Lady Vida arched an eyebrow in surprise.

Cin nodded in agreement with Lady Vida's observation, then added, "Yes, and while I leave the army to the High Lord, I cannot ignore the need to protect the lives of our people. After all, what good is an army without anyone to defend?"

She took a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing, "Fae mortality rates have always been relatively low due to our long lifespans. However, this does not mean that we should resign ourselves to losing mothers and infants during childbirth. The process of conceiving a child is already fraught with difficulties, and we must do everything we can to reduce the risk of losing them."

"What does Lady Freda have in mind?"

Cin observed the genuine interest that shone in Vida's eyes—a glimmer of hope that had not been there a mere moment before. Lady Freda was someone Vida had only interacted with briefly, and their exchanges had been nothing more than polite pleasantries at a gathering of the village heads. However, Vida's willingness to entertain the possibility of Lady Freda changing the course of nature spoke volumes about all they had already accomplished as a court.

Cin couldn't help but giggle into her hand as she relayed the news. Lady Freda had a grand plan to build what she was calling a "Birthing Palace" in every village, with the first one to be constructed in Orchis as a sort of trial. The Palace would be staffed with healers who lacked magic but had been trained with all of the information Day had recorded on live births. Lady Freda's vision was for pregnant women to be attended to at the Palace for the duration of their pregnancy and three months after the birth. Non-straining activities would be provided to keep them entertained, and when the time came, an assigned healer would guide them through their entire labor.

Lady Freda's ultimate goal was to have a Birthing Palace in each village, so that friends and family could visit and ensure that every mother-to-be was safe and well-cared for.

"This sounds expensive." Vida swallowed hard as the glimmer of hope flickered.

Cin's smile widened as she shared her plan.

"And to ensure that every fae has access to proper medical care, I'll be personally subsidizing it," she said with conviction. "No one should have to risk their life or their child's life simply because they can't afford medical care. I understand the pain of losing a mother during childbirth, as I lost my own mother that way. It's a burden that lingers and affects every decision we make. That's why I'm doing this. It's not just about replenishing the fae population, it's about making sure that no child has to grow up without a mother."

Cin's determination was palpable, and she knew that this was a cause worth fighting for.

Vida's shoulders straightened as she spoke, the glimmer of hope in her eyes transforming into a fierce determination. "Count me in," she declared, her voice ringing with conviction. "I'll donate every coin I can."

Cin lowered her glass of cherry mead, shaking her head in protest. "That's not necessary, Vida. We—"

"They," Vida interrupted, casting a pointed look towards Tamlin and Lord Bryony, "will never truly understand the fear we feel about bringing their children into this world, Cin. But we do. We are the only ones who will ever comprehend the sacrifices we make when we share our bodies with little fae who may or may not pose a threat to our lives. If this Birthing Palace is for us, then it will be funded by us."

"For us, by us." Cin clinked her glass to Vida's.

Cin and Vida spoke all through dinner, delving deep into conversation about the upcoming Lotus Ladies Gathering, discussing Cin's plan and vision for the event, and carefully considering who would be granted entry. Inspired by Iridessa's teachings, Cin aimed to create a space where only women could participate, providing an opportunity for those who had been marginalized by the patriarchy to have their voices heard.

Meanwhile, Tamlin would take to the streets, offering his assistance to anyone who approached him, regardless of gender.

Midway through their meal, as they savored every last bite of the delectable food, Cin noticed a server passing by. The young woman trembled as she struggled to balance a tray of glasses, causing them to clink together in a discordant melody. Cin watched with a pang of empathy, recognizing the fear and uncertainty in the girl's eyes.

"Please forgive Lya's unsteadiness, Cin," Vida apologized, her hand gesturing to the server as she attempted to hide the girl's faltering steps from view. "She's new," Vida explained, clearly embarrassed by the server's clumsiness.

Cin offered a reassuring smile to Vida. "No need to worry, we were all newbies at some point," she said, her chin resting on her hand as she gazed kindly at the server.

Lya kept her eyes fixed to the ground, eager to escape the dining hall. But just before she reached the exit, she glanced up and met Cin's gaze, then turned to look at a vase of sunflowers beside the door.

But as Lya passed them by, the sunflowers turned a soft shade of blue.

#Dreams of Spring #tamlin acotar #pro tamlin #tamlin x hyacinth #tamlin fanfiction #tamlin fanfic

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sinful-liesel · 7 months

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SQ "Ano Koro no Bokura wa" My Dear Days Series Ichiru Kuga “Ano Hibi ga aru kara"

❤️ Cast: Ichiru Kuga (CV: Sho Nogami)

❤️ Release Date: September 29, 2023

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#character cd #tsukipro #sq series #sq quell #ichiri kuga #sho nogami

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extra000 · 5 months

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Strada di città (1)

Graffiti sui muri, lo fanno un luogo per ragazzi, la luce della luna accarezza la vecchia vernice. Teschi, scrittacce, corna, uno è seduto a cavalcioni a fumarsi una sigaretta. Fa freddo, oltre al fumo dalla bocca esce anche il vapore.

Maledizioni da tutte le parti, spiriti imprendibili escono dalle oscenità dell'ambiente, aiutano lo sporco lavoro.

La strada è abbandonata a se stessa da tanto tempo, spazzatura agli angoli della strada, sporcizia ovunque. Ma dalle crepe escono graziosi fiori oltre che erbacce.

Pantaloni larghi, tatuaggi, sigaretta in bocca arriva un ragazzo, porta con sé una bottiglia di birra si salutano e parlano. Gesticolano, si toccano il giubbotto di pelle nero. Ne accendono un'altra. Vengono tutti e due dalla periferia, preferiscono il tabacco alla marijuana. Sono vestiti di nero con disegnini grotteschi sulle t-shirt, uno di loro ha i dreadlocks colorati alle punte.

È un ambiente morto a se stesso, un luogo di cenere e per questo si trova una luce, una luce fievole di rinascita.

Letame, spazzatura e fiori tanti fiori in ogni angolo nascono proprio dal degrado, dalle parolacce, dagli sputi, dall'ingenuità della droga.

Un riff di chitarra elettrica accompagna la scena, due note lente dondolano i muri bruciati dal degrado. Anarchiche e pacifiste se non fosse per le borchie che portano come tiara.

Manifesti di ribellione, anarchici, violenti e rabbiosi. Un'aura minacciosa contro il governo si alza e circonda il quartiere, indurisce i visi, allarga le mascelle strappa i vestiti e quando è stanca bestemmia. Un posto infuriato dalla miseria, dall'abbandono. Dio è morto.

Vecchie industrie, ferrovie d'acciaio arrugginito, luoghi abbandonati, crescono in questa scena i bambini, piccoli fiori che già sono abbronzati di grigio, giocano con le macerie, con i rifiuti: gli allargano i vestiti gli rasano i lati del cranio.

Il cielo è sempre nuvoloso, una luce grigia illumina l'ambiente, carica di elettricità e magia. Le scrittacce illuminano i cuori infranti dalla miseria, gli danno conforto, quelle strade si può chiamarle casa.

L'odio si sviluppa e si evolve, capelli neri come la notte, corrompe e aiuta a sopravvivere, la pelle è bianca, dà speranza e rincuora, dice: aggrappati a me ti do la possibilità di maledire, di metterti sullo stesso piano, di non sottometterti.

Bestie maledette sono i ragazzi, si divertono a trasgredire, i bassi gli martellano i timpani, fumano e se ne fregano, sporchi come carbone, aprono un rifugio nei loro occhi a cavalcioni l'uno di fronte all'altro seduti sulle panchine sfasciate.

Gli zaini portati a una spalla sola, le scarpe da ginnastica rotte e sporche. Vestono di nero. Alcuni si suicidano, altri si tagliano fino all'osso, tutti sono ubriachi la sera, ma hanno una vena poetica, portano una luce incredibilmente bella nei loro occhi, i loro vestiti splendono nell'oscurità della comune ordinarietà.

Rabbiosi, sono demoni e pirati rifiutati dalla società, nelle loro strade sporche sono divinità, i fiori sbocciati di quei tunnel bui e senza anima. Una manifestazione di odio, rabbia e colori sgargianti su un nero oscuro difficile a descriversi.

Senza famiglia, o meglio abbandonata, trovano conforto in se stessi, gli piace stare assieme, condividere la sigaretta.

Dita gialle di sigaretta, pelle grigia, capelli spinati, arruffati, rasati. Li vedi camminare tra i rifiuti, occhi duri, anime ribelli. Induriti dalla povertà.

In cosa credono? In nulla, nessun Dio, nessun maestro, punk disperati si nascondono il volto con i capelli. Fanno della tristezza la loro forza, il loro nichilismo li fa strafottenti.

Una birra su una panchina questo li fa felici, anarchici credono nell'inferno in terra.

Erbacce ai lati di un graffito, mozziconi, cocci di bottiglia, dal degrado nasce una forza chiara. Una luce di speranza dalla morte del vecchio arriva il nuovo.

"No future" gridano i muri come un uomo che abbia accelerato troppo contro un muro, la fine è giunta e con sé tutto il suo squallore. Non ci si riesce a fermare ma nel botto c'è anche la novità.

Si deve arrivare al fondo di questa rabbia per portare questa strada di città alla sua morte totale.

E da lì rinascere come una fenice dalle sue ceneri. Odore di cenere, odore di cenere. Odore di cenere ovunque, tutto deve avviluppare questa rabbia. Deve ridurre tutto in cenere.

I due si alzano, sputano, buttano le cicche e le bottiglie a terra e se ne vanno. Non fanno che aumentare la magia di questo luogo, il fermento spirituale inebriante.

Una scrittaccia dice "rispettiamo solo il degrado", non c'è luce, non c'è luce, non c'è luce e proprio per questo ce n'è tanta.

Solo in questi luoghi è possibile respirare la morte del vecchio, la vita non è che un gioco per bambini, un giocattolo vecchio e arretrato fatto di linee moderne che niente hanno a che fare con la vera luce, la vera vita.

Dalle crepe della strada nascono i fiori in tutto il loro splendore, proprio dalla morte nascono, e anche se li schiacci o li tagli, ricrescono, aprendosi un varco nel cemento e nell'asfalto.

Dal letame nascono i fiori, dalle crepe e dall'incuria nasce il verde della speranza, una nuova vita che distrugge il vecchio morente.

Nascono i giovani che cercano la droga, una dimensione senza vincoli di spazio e tempo, ancora acerba, ancora per ingenui ma sempre la ricerca verso qualcosa che non è nell'ordine delle cose, straordinaria, fatta di libertà per la mente e lo spirito.

Non si può schiacciare il fiore che cresce, borgo corrotto non riuscirai a seppellire il sacro degrado. La morte di Dio va vissuta a fondo per trovare la vera luce.

Cantate il degrado punk, emo, goth, cantate il vostro dolore e deridete il passato, il cosidetto classico che ormai morente, vive solo nei cuori più arretrati.

Bevete in un sorso la vostra vita, rabbiosi e ribelli rifiuti di una società corrotta e falsa, fatevi sporcizia e fate crescere il fiore dentro di voi, esso non vi abbandonerà mai, sarà buono e vi guiderà per la vostra strada.

Cospargetevi di cenere e tutto diventerà più chiaro dalla mente allo spirito.

Il degrado porta un mazzo di fiori alla tua porta, accettali e falli crescere tra i rifiuti. Perché il fiore affonda nel letame.

Intanto arriva un altro ragazzo, capelli nerissimi, bianco di carnagione, borchie sulle braccia, scrive qualcosa sul muro: "sali sul cesso e inizia a pensare".

Si mette a cavalcioni su un cesso gettato tra la spazzatura e ingoia una pasticca, d'un tratto dopo alcuni minuti inizia il trip.

I muri cadono come se fossero stati bombardati e si apre davanti a lui una distesa infinita, guarda su nel cielo e vede una struttura spaziale dalla forma circolare ma irregolare.

È una nave spaziale pronta a esplorare nuovi pianeti e galassie, è enorme, è grande quasi quanto una città ed è densamente popolata, dentro ci sono milioni di persone.

Il ragazzo è come ipnotizzato da questa struttura. Finalmente dopo a lungo attendere l'umanità è pronta per lasciare in massa il pianeta terra ed esplorare nuovi orizzonti, alla ricerca delle risposte più importanti dell'uomo.

Il ragazzo è come estasiato da questa visione e cerca di raggiungere la struttura, "anch'io voglio andare dall'altra parte!" Così la nave lo accoglie e lo prende con sé.

La partenza fu in un attimo, la nave scomparve dalla sua immagine e aprì immediatamente le porte, e davanti all'umanità apparve l'impossibile.

Ogni forma è totalmente sovvertita, ogni linea è spezzata e al tempo stesso unita insieme, le forme geometriche sono cambiate e non è possibile descriverle o disegnarle.

Ogni fiore è diverso dall'altro, sono fiori ma al tempo stesso sono alberi, sono entrambi sia minuscole pianticelle sia quercie giganti.

Ad ogni passo che si fa ogni regola fisica cambia, d'un tratto anche gli uomini mutano d'aspetto e diventano quello che desideravano ardentemente essere, e anche di più, una sorpresa continua, sempre più belli e giovani, ad alcuni per esempio escono mille gambe e con queste gambe salgono su nel viola del cielo e vedono i mille oceani e in ogni oceano posano le loro gambe.

Le mille braccia le usano per modificare e personalizzare ogni cosa che esiste, e gli occhi vedono addirittura le cose che non esistono.

Sono tutti uniti insieme in una coscienza sola e passeggiano restando fermi.

Passeggiano perché lo vogliono e restano fermi perché non c'è il bisogno di vivere. Non c'è il bisogno di vivere si dice tra sé e sé il ragazzo, non c'è il bisogno di vivere.

Si risveglia vomitando e ripetendo non c'è bisogno di vivere, non c'è bisogno di vivere.

Beve un po' di birra, si accende una sigaretta e riflette su quanto vissuto, poi si alza e scrive sul muro:

"in ogni oceano poso le mie gambe,

in ogni terra poso le mie braccia

la testa non è poggiata da nessuna parte

perché non c'è il bisogno di vivere"

Si beve una birra, sputa a terra e si accende un'altra sigaretta mentre se ne va a casa con un forte mal di testa.

"Volevo tutto e l'ho avuto anche solo per un istante!" Pensa il ragazzo.

"Avevo tutto: le mie gambe erano negli abissi dell'oceano e anche più giù per toccare terra, con le braccia potevo fare qualsiasi cosa e con la mente non vivevo ed ero libero da qualsiasi vincolo della vita".

#poets on tumblr #emo #goth #psychology

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hadukilina · 1 year

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#manga #tsukiuta #tsukino talent production #tsukino production #tsukino #tsukipro #six gravity #procellarum #solids #quell #soara #growth #sq #alive

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kanasmusings · 1 year

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[Masterpost] TsukiPro “Taikyoku Denki” Pamphlet Translations

Hello, hello~! Here are the translations for the “Taikyoku Denki” pamphlet that TsukiPro released a few months back~! They added new profiles, and updated the lore that they initially released for Tsukiuta~! It’s a really interesting world, and the lore is equally rich and beautifully established! They planned on using Taikyoku Denki for another ProSta before it got postponed/cancelled, and I hope that they’ll pick it back up again soon!

What we know from TsukiSta 10th is definitely expanded on and updated within this pamphlet, and it was so interesting to see how they connected all of that to already established information~! It’s so great seeing SQ, ALIVE, VAZZROCK, and infinit0 joining in on this world, too~! They definitely add some spice and a whole lotta wholesomeness and chaos into this world.

I hope that you get to enjoy them as much as I did, too~! It’s a really rich world that opens up the imagination, for sure! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Thank you to Rakuen for helping me get my copy, as well as for generally helping me with some terms~!

Notes, and masterpost under the cut, enjoy~!

A few notes:

Some of SQ and ALIVE don’t have pictures (for now) because their official Twitter didn’t seem to post everyone’s profiles, and we didn’t want to scan the pamphlet for fear of ruining the binding >< I will update them when I get a clearer picture set!

The SQ Twitter posted about answering questions/messages regarding the pamphlet, but they haven’t posted anything about it since they’ve been consecutively busy with AGF, SQS8, and then their “Ano Koro” CD updates. I will update this post when they release their Q & A as well!

[TAIKYOKU DENKI]

Taikyoku Denki Introduction and Worldview

Cast Presentation: Six Gravity

Cast Presentation: Procellarum

Twitter Q & A: Tsukiuta Version

Cast Presentation: Solids

Cast Presentation: QUELL

Twitter Q & A: SQ Version [TBA]

Cast Presentation: infinit0

Cast Presentation: SOARA

Cast Presentation: Growth

Twitter Q & A: ALIVE Version