𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊, 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄.

𝘐'𝘔 𝘛𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘕' 𝘠𝘈!

[blinkgoned]

#𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃               —               independent  and  selective  till  from  VIVINOS'  alien  stage.  21+  only.  affiliated  and  exclusive  with  paratised.  triggers  will  include  but  are  not  limited  to:  allusions  to  past  sexual  assault,  murder,  dehumanisation,  mental  illness,  drug  use,  physical  abuse,  gore.

i. — alnstg lore is scattered all over the place. i am still catching up/finding new things, so information on this blog may not ring true with what is widely accepted. be patient with me and understand that a lot of my interpretation of till is shaped by personal headcanons and plotting with levi on paratised.

ii. — here's the basics: till's planet was destroyed by an alien invasion. the aliens in question took most of the human race in as pets or playthings. till was taken from his mother quite violently when he was a child and placed into a school in which he was put through various classes to train his obedience, marketability and appeal. once he graduated, he was entered in ALIEN STAGE, a singing competition that pits humans against one another with the winner moving to the next round and the loser being killed. i must admit i'm far more interested in the workings of alien stage as a show than i am till's place in the rebellion, but all aspects will be explored here.

iii. — expect sporadic activity. i have a full-time job and six (6!) other blogs, all of which i try and bounce around on somewhat equally. i will try and respond to ims if i get them, but if you'd like my discord (way easier) feel free to reach out.

iv. — i am exclusive with levi's ivan. this means that if ivan is mentioned in any threads, it's lev's ivan specifically. i will not write with or follow back any other ivan blogs. if you have ivan on your multimuse, i would be more than happy to write with your other muses, but i am not interested in building muse relationships with any other interpretations of ivan.

v. — canon-typical nsfw will be present. this includes gore, body horror, death and other such nastiness. i will not write smut no matter what.

vi. — all graphics on this blog were made by me. i don't use icons but will most likely use dividers/banners in my posts. i'm very lax on formatting in actual threads, but if you ever need anything adjusting for accessibility reasons, please feel free to let me know.

vii. — idk what else to say. general rp rules & dni criteria apply. don't be a loser. much love x

[sajaboys]

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025) ⊱ rp prompt

change pronouns and adjust as needed.

you will be so much more than that.

demons have always haunted our world.

that duty falls to you.

that victory is within your reach.

that's not even a real number.

there's no water in these.

how can you be late?

i didn't even get to finish my ramyeon!

why do they always interrupt our snacking?

they will face my wrath!

now you gotta die.

ugh, you came at a bad time.

you just crossed the line.

i understand you are weak.

and you dare to mock me with it?

i'm not here to mock you.

i'm here to help you.

it's time for a new strategy.

what makes you think that could work?

you've never done a single thing that didn't serve yourself.

that was weird.

we already have plans.

i can't wait to eat kimbap and stare at the ceiling.

sounds super boring. i'm so down.

we literally just sat down.

i can handle this. i'm not having a nervous breakdown.

you always say no.

you sound exactly like her.

no. we gotta hide and fix it.

earthy and herby. smells legit to me.

hurry, before someone sees us.

in order to heal a part, we must understand the whole.

you have a lot of walls up.

watch yourself.

they're not even that cute.

i'm gonna throw up.

no, it's too public.

don't eat that!

let's go kill these guys.

hard to say goodbye when we're having fun.

make it stop.

wow. did you really follow us here?

we're not here to fight.

whoa! mind the face.

surprisingly, your plan is working.

it's a lot more serious than i thought.

is that bird wearing a tiny hat?

wow, i wasn't expecting a hug, but ...

i thought the mannequin was gonna be a fun icebreaker. but i see i was wrong.

hey! i just wanna talk.

but first, i wanna talk about those pants.

you were supposed to be dead.

i could've told your friends what you are.

that's none of your business.

i know what it feels like to have them.

is that what you think?

you're not good enough for them.

you know you can tell me. i'll understand.

i'm nothing like you.

denial. i get it.

i'll be here when you're done pretending.

there won't be a next time.

are you a prisoner too?

thanks for having my back.

we keep meeting like this.

i didn't think you liked sharing.

should i tell them?

i'm gonna tell them. eventually.

are you whispering?

your secret's safe with me.

i'm helping myself.

i'm pretty good at reading people. actually, i'm kind of an expert at it.

i just can't shake this feeling that you're keeping something from me.

i'm not keeping anything rom you.

sorry, i sound nuts.

yeah. eternal suffering. sounds fun.

you made me come all the way out here so you could jumpscare me?

i'm glad you'er finally ready to talk.

you could've picked somewhere nicer for a date.

you're so old.

this is strictly a business meeting.

i am a mistake. have been since the moment i was born.

excuse me? i'm everyone's type.

i see why you're single.

see? we'd never work.

go find yourself a better boy.

this one's hopeless.

that's the funny thing about hope. nobody else gets to decide if you feel it. that choice belongs to you.

for what it's worth, i don't think you're a mistake.

i just want you to know i'm here for literally anything you need.

seriously, what is your problem?

not everything is about your insecurities, [name]!

what's with the long faces?

you killed your family.

don't forget about our deal, [name].

i'm kind of a difficult person.

something's wrong.

i knew it was too good to be true.

don't leave!

say you didn't do this. how could you do this?

it was all a lie.

it was real! what we had was real. i know it was.

i just needed you to trust me. that's all.

that's right, i lied to you.

i thought i could fix it all.

thi sis what i am.

why can't you look at me?

why couldn't you love me?

you come here like this?

you can't even fix yourself.

i'm sorry for everything.

i wanted to set you free.

you gave me my soul back.

this feels amazing.

see what you've been missing?

i'm so happy you didn't, like, die.

wow, [name], way to be super literal.

i definitely feel recharged.

[paratised]

did he? ivan had to be taught to tap his foot to a beat, to invoke the cadence everyone else used naturally. he didn't watch the show until he entered the garden ; one of the first songs he heard was from till, screaming something vaguely lyrical but mostly loud while his owner explained that ivan doesn't talk, but he's got potential. maybe that's what it is, that potential that only one of the best investors around could see.

he tugs at the hem of till's pants, picks at an already-loose thread until he sees it pull free. "i don't think so. i didn't have it until i was older. you had it the entire time, though. don't you think?" he never felt like he needed to hide his staring at till (wouldn't have stopped even if he did), but he does it even more freely now that no one else is around. "everyone thought so."

[blinkgoned]

"everyone thought i was a pain." and he was, to be sure. till had teeth when he was stolen and used them often. his owner had picked him for the ink-stained fingers and the dreamy romanticism of his vacant eyes before returning him when he found something to focus on. rinse and repeat until he got old enough to pawn off on the garden, until he was only around long enough to hurt. ivan's plucking has become second nature at this point, a soft presence he doesn't even really have to ignore anymore. he catches ivan's hand even so. "a stubborn, irritating, useful little pain."

he didn't write for any of the matches, though he remembers the idea being floated around. till started hiding his best stuff after that, scratching it in secret on throwaway discs and stashing his paintings away with them. he didn't want anything he liked in their hands. till brings ivan's fingers to his face and traces them with the tips of his own, eyes narrowed. "maybe that's 'it'. you can't know you have 'it' on your own. other people have to tell you."

[blinkgoned]

finding people to follow is so hard. i hate it here

[blinkgoned]

@paratised — "you always had it, you know."

he wrote his first song at six. it was no good, some collection of root words and half-rhymes, but he paraded it even so. till's always been overflowing with noise and pictures, blotting things down when he can and letting them take shape if they choose. it was never anything more than exactly what it was; his mind spilling, too much for him to hold. the idea that a few misspelled english words and smeared ink count as "it" hardly registers. till lets his body go, weightless against the dark sheets they'd salvaged from their last run. even the sympathetic beasts keep the patterned stuff for themselves, brighten up playrooms and pens with artificial flowers and little eight-legged animals, all eyes. till doesn't mind the monotony so much. he decorates where he can. "we all did." his head rolls, never leaving the sagging mattress. "ain't that the point?"

[blinkgoned]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃           &          𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃               —             independent  and  selective  ivan   &   till  from  VIVNOS'  alien  stage.  managed  by  levi   &   dirk.  21+  only.         consume  me.  yes,  me.

[blinkgoned]

@paratised — "you've missed me, haven't you?"

everything's been fitful. sleep, waking, turning onto his side, wanting so badly to hold a pen but not being able to find his fingers through the haze of his body. there have been lights, a warm but industrial yellow, a low buzzing sound along with them. till hates the noise until he realises its presence alone is enough proof that somebody took out his in-ears. he slips back under often, but it's always that he waits for when life shakes his shoulder again. voices, occasionally, too, but they're far less reliable and strange to him. everything but the talking makes some kind of sense; the slow plod of his heartbeat on the monitor, the wires and tubes laced through his arms and neck like ribbons, the scratchy half-plastic of medical gowns and sheets. he's been out long enough that dreams blend seamlessly into his memory. till's always at least a little hurt, knuckles and noses and elbows, always at least a little bloody, and even when he isn't they're sticking things in him and telling him to listen well. he'd always hated that, like he could listen any better just because they'd told him to, like he could put any effort into something his body did for him. chances are he'd gotten himself here again, bit the hand that pressed him down and got a smack to the head for his trouble. till's been knocked stupid more times than he can count, been strapped down and poked at even more to see if they can find the organ that makes him mean and take it out. ivan isn't supposed to be here. till can't quite remember why, but he knows hearing ivan speak is such a shock to him that his eyes fly open despite the weight. they'd stopped sharing a room years ago, though the sleepovers had continued far beyond that. it can't just be that it's early. till's been waking up to ivan almost his whole life. he struggles up, through the blankets and ties and dusty old equipment, gets his hand caught on one of the things jabbed in his arm and tries to curse. all that comes out is a half-wheeze, some awful death rattle of a sound. till reaches up for the ventilator he's breathing through and finds he isn't wearing one. sweat sticks his shirt to his chest. he looks down and finds himself slathered in flakes of ugly brown, smelling like copper, stitched like a dress. the movement jars him, pulls so hard at his neck that he yelps (another broken noise, like broken glass under a rubber boot), fingers scrabbling against wire and knots. his eyes blow wide when he looks to ivan, angry and terrified all at once, like it might be his fault till doesn't understand. like if he just comes closer, he can take it all away.

[blinkgoned]

@paratised — "i'm just giving the people what they want."

till's got tired eyes tonight, heavy after the stagelights and the three encores and the pulsing of the strings beneath his fingers. it's always something new, he's found. tour life sits with him funny, like skin he doesn't know how to wear. he was born knowing it, but it grates all the same. ivan has taken to it better, till thinks, but till always thinks that about ivan. he shows so little and says even less about what's really going on with him, so the poised smiles may be just as practised as they don't look. till resents the gap in their experience far more than he resents ivan. making the distinction is harder when he tries to voice it. "you're gettin' in my way," he sneers, one hand clutching tight at the tufts of his hair. "this ain't a game, alright? you can't just-" he has to bite his tongue before he says something too hypocritical for even him. ivan's under no obligation to tell him his plans when till built half his career on storming the stage with an idea he half-formed the night before. maybe it really is only bothersome when he's on this end of it, and finally he's reaping all that he's sown over the years. "it bothers me. we're never on the same fuckin' page."

[blinkgoned]

tags <3

i. till.

ii. study.

iii. visuals.

iv. main.

v. actor.

vi. band.

vii. rebellion.

viii. ic.

ix. dirk chat.

x. inbox.

xi. with paratised.

[adoredrps]

𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗡 (𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰) 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 - 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘.

taken from the (incredible) robbie williams biopic. feel free to adjust as needed.

"i've been called many things - narcissistic, punchable, shit-eating twat..."

"i wanna show you how i really see myself."

"don't fuck it up."

"i'm like a chainmail condom, nothing's getting through."

"nice one, dickhead."

"you really are fucking useless, aren't you?"

"you're a fucking nobody."

"where i grew up, you were meant to act small."

"my dna is cabaret."

"i came out of the womb with jazz hands."

"you've got to risk it all, whatever it takes."

"if you make it... it's paradise."

"you're either born with it or you're a nobody."

"i wouldn't change a hair on your head."

"i don't want to be a nobody."

"love, there's no such thing as a nobody."

"have you seen the fit one with the big bulge?"

"i'm going to fuck it up, i know it."

"just go out there, sing your fucking song, and walk off."

"i'm going to be found out. they'll see that i'm ugly, i'm stupid, i'm untalented."

"i'm not good at anything."

"i thought to become famous you had to be really, really good. turns out you just have to show off."

"i usually go over people's heads."

"he left us to be one step closer to his gods."

"shut the door on your way out."

"i know what i'm going to be."

"listen, don't embarrass yourself, yeah?"

"fuck me, you'd make an awful stripper."

"i thought he was going to blow you right there on the pitch."

"i don't need all that fancy shit."

"you've got a ticket to heaven and you're gonna stay here?"

"i've got a bastard of a headache."

"look at you. you've got no talent."

"it was a shock, but, you know, in a good way."

"who's this dickhead in those trainers? they are so three years ago."

"he was a genius. an actual genius."

"he sang like an angel, but he danced like a twat."

"in five years, we're all going to hate each other."

"i was fucking great, wasn't i?"

"you were a bit much, frankly."

"just remember what you rehearsed."

"i'm not bothered they say i slept with them."

"you know, i almost started to like you."

"i think he's developing a sense of humour."

"why would i want a bigger house to hide in?"

"i'm just giving the people what they want."

"i pretend the whole world is lucky to see me."

"you add nothing to this. any of it."

"you owe me a pint, love."

"i wish i'd known you were coming."

"what have you got to mope about?"

"it's like i can't keep track of who i am anymore."

"everything you have, i've given you, and you don't deserve any of it."

"you're making us look like fucking idiots."

"there's an energy to revenge, and it's very, very seductive."

"i'm going to be fucking massive."

"i just want to prove i can make it on my own."

"i told you, you wouldn't understand."

"it's not a competition. it's just hard work."

"you've missed me, haven't you?"

"i'm going to be a dad."

"if i orgasmed every time i had a number one, i'd be fucking dry."

"like he fucking knows what we're fucking talking about."

"it's how you know you've made it, fucking knobhead."

"are you going to do it, or are you going to pussy out, you fucking wimp?"

"thankfully, he wasn't in the country at the time."

"hey, twinkletoes, you coming or what?"

[adoredrps]

𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗡 (𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰) 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 - 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢.

taken from the (incredible) robbie williams biopic. feel free to adjust as needed.

"you looked like you were having a good enough time."

"i was just trying to make sense of it."

"you're so fucking ugly when you're wasted."

"i'll be sober tomorrow."

"you give a fuck what everyone thinks. that's all you give a fuck about."

"you should come home more often."

"if you're going to laugh, do it on the inside, yeah?"

"i dent easily."

"even if it's shit, you've got to make it your shit."

"i'm finally free, and this is only the beginning."

"it means i'm very famous."

"where are you going to run?"

"you useless little prick."

"it's like someone's picked sides for an after-school game and it's all gone horribly, horribly wrong."

"it's one against thousands."

"i'll be like a lamb to the fucking slaughter."

"no one buys a ticket to hear your problems."

"they make other people's problems go away."

"this has been a sudden change in fortune for you."

"i mean, you're flying high."

"let's talk, if we may, about this success you've been having."

"would you say this is a different kind of success?"

"i've said worse things in interviews."

"oh, we're going to talk about my sex life?"

"you make me feel so small."

"i've hated you for it. for making me feel so unnecessary."

"i thought you couldn't help it, but you just don't want to."

"i can't help you anymore."

"you're a fucking animal."

"you should've said no to this one."

"you can't buy this kind of promotion."

"you thought getting to the top was hard? try staying there."

"you've no idea what it takes to get up there."

"that fucks me right off, when people say that."

"all i wanted was for you to ask me, just once, how i'm doing."

"you've got no fucking idea what that feels like."

"you know, jealousy doesn't suit you."

"i might have close to fuck-all, but you, you've got fucking nothing."

"i have waited my whole life for you to step up."

"i didn't leave you with nothing, though, did i?"

"where do you think your talent comes from?"

"you've forgotten how fucking lucky you are, that's your problem."

"you don't have it. that's why you never made it."

"they've come for me, and i'm going to die out there."

"for the next two hours, your arse is mine."

"you've got nowhere to go."

"the worst thing was that i lost the ability to care."

"i feel a bit stupid, to be honest."

"i'm just a chav who got everything they ever wanted."

"it's a bit fucking embarrassing, to be frank."

"fame's got fuck-all to do with me."

"they say your life freezes at the age you become famous."

"i'm stunted. i'm unevolved."

"i think i'm a cunt. i'm fine with it."

"you did it. and you deserve this."

"you always had it, you know."

"i'm a fucking entertainer."

"it might be cabaret, but it's world class cabaret, and i'm the fucking best at it."

[blinkgoned]

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