#extraterrestrialposting

[longingforinexistence]

Oh, the desire to crack my head open and paint with its contents. Oh, the desire to pour out my soul for your viewing pleasure. Oh, the maddening fear of imperfection and regret holding me back.

Recently, I've been quite stricken with the urge to write more than poetry. Regardless of my ailments, my mind has so cruelly decided that I'm not ready to write my internal stories.

('They're still cooking,' it tells me,

"They will be cooking on to eternity, until there's nothing left of them to serve," I reply,

"But so be it, if you say they must cook, then cook they shall. Cook them on to eternity.")

As a result, I've been reconsidering fanfiction for what is possibly the hundredth time.

I've tried and failed a few times to write and post my fanfiction head-canons, and thankfully, none of the ideas have actually left. Sure, some of them may have split or merged into something entirely new. And others may have temporarily left my main train of thought.

But they're all still there in some form or another, just waiting for me to do something with them.

I've even come up with a new idea recently that I have a really good feeling about, now if only I could get myself to catch up on JJK so that I can actually write it.

If I ever do get around to that JJK fanfiction, it would be called: "To live, we must leave." And that's all you're getting.

[longingforinexistence]

I just published "Death becomes you, so said Fate." of my story "Wanton Abandon". https://www.wattpad.com/1615321932?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=ilongforinexistence

Wanton Abandon - Death becomes you, so said Fate.

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My take on radiosilence, a.k.a. Alastor's rejection.

OK. I'm not really a part of the Hasbin hotel fandom, and I only really know what's going on through YouTube shorts, but I'm gonna put my two cents out here anyway.

Are we sure that Alastor didn't just think that Vincent wanted to siphon off his power/reputation, and become more powerful/feared using it? Which is perfectly understandable when you consider Vincent's "partnership" track record. To me, it seemed like Alastor thought he had finally found someone he could stand on par with or at least on a similar level and connect with, but this person also just wants him for something they can get from him. His power.

Vox was not on his level, not even close. And unlike Mimzi, Alastor did not know Vox when he was alive. Not only did Alastor hang out with Vincent, someone he met in hell, for YEARS (Already a major achievement, because what do you mean he went out of his way to get drinks with someone beneath him?), but he also never made a single deal with him to inhibit his growth (seriously, he didn't ask for ANYTHING, "just a simple favor" Alastor didn't ask for anything); even a blind man would realize just how much room Vincent had to grow. But he just sat pretty and allowed Vincent to get stronger right next to him.

He wanted Vincent to grow, and he wanted to be friends with him. He wanted to be proven wrong, to have Vincent prove to him that you CAN have friends in hell. (Mimzi probably doesn't count to him because he knew her prior to dying). But by asking for a partnership with hopes to work their relationship up from there instead of being direct, Alastor probably thought that he was just a stepping stone to Vox. And with a heavy heart filled with disappointment, decided to cut all ties and completely destroy their relationship. Becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy.

To me, this all just seems like a tragic misunderstanding.

(Wow, you can really just up and say shit on this app. Who would've thought?)

[longingforinexistence]

I just published "Their friend and not ours, we are bound by its rules." of my story "Wanton Abandon". https://www.wattpad.com/1615345732?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=ilongforinexistence

Wanton Abandon - Their friend and not ours, we are bound by its rules.

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[longingforinexistence]

Today, I am void. Tomorrow, I am dead.

I stare back. When you say nothing, I wonder why you thought a staring contest was so important that you interrupted my nap. I am only mildly amused by your eyes, frozen in terror. You knew this would happen; this form of mine is not fit for direct perception. Still, I stare back, and grant you this controlled fear. Pull away whenever you're ready, starling.

[longingforinexistence]

Hello

Hello, starling~ Or do you prefer voidling? Regardless, how are you, hun? I hope you're in good health, mentally and physically.

[longingforinexistence]

Oh dear, this is new.

Recently, I've stumbled upon maidposting & dollposting. And this voidling doesn't know how they feel about it quite yet. For a time, my level of confusion was on par with the hubris of Icarus. Still, you all look lovely (or dashing, whichever you prefer), and seem rather self-assured. Good for you, starlings, your success at being many things (whatever your lady or witch mage? wishes), and nothing (still) pleases me greatly.

(I saw a post, you might know the one, of a witch mage? encouraging all dolls that saw it to be still. I have yet to recover from the surprise of how cozy and mind-dulling that little arrangement of words was. So, thanks for that. I have quite a bit to think about. And just so we're clear from the get-go, I am extraterrestrial, but I am NOT an alien. Agony to the souls that refer to me as such.)