#ivan alien stage

[sophtbagels]

I once again find myself in the position of feeling like I am the only person who actually understands a character, but I’m too new to the fandom to be able to tell if I’m wrong, or if everyone else is wrong.

It’s Ivan and Till from Alien Stage this time

[kozis-bloody-pad]

Thank goodness Ivan turned into a ghost/hallucination. Now he's even easier to imagine an AMV of

[strxwberrymint]

Fanart of Ivan Must die (of...) by Lyssen!! Genuinely such a good fic its awesome

Also the scene is from chapter 16!!

[duckyissilly]

yum!!!

ivan and rudo heh

[jaerockyaoi]

hiii i got two ivan bunny carrot radish thingies and i'm open to trading one of him for the sua or selling him off so i can get suas either way one of him has to go o7 dm me if you're interested o7

[hallucivti]

A canon fact that I don't like is that the meteor shower plan would not have worked, even if Till hadn't ran back. They would have been caught regardless, as was confirmed in a QnA I believe. I think it makes the scene a little useless? Not to mention that the meteor shower event never gets resolved.

Ivan clearly feels things about it, since it's heavily included in both Round3 and Round6, but we get barely anything about Till feeling any way about it. Till is a character for who freedom is of utmost importance. Ivan is certainly not the one that wanted to be outside more out of the two of them. Considering Ivan was already uncollared by the time the meteor shower event happened, he had already adjusted to his "play nice to get cuffed to the Nice radiator" life quite a bit. It makes no sense for Till's ONLY EMOTIONAL REACTION about the meteor shower event to be towards Ivan, but I feel as though the way his hesitation is portrayed makes it seem like it is.

The scene where Till hesitates, looks at Ivan, and THEN runs before Ivan has a chance to turn back and see his hesitation happens in Round3, not Round6. In R6 we only briefly throwback to the meteor shower. This Is Ivan's Event For Some Reason. Ivan is the one associated with meteors heavily in Round3 and he's the one associated with black and red colour combination. We have not seen Till's point of view about this scene in ANY WAY.

All that to say, I really want the anime to elaborate on this scene. I can't wait to then hate the way it does it because I have my preconcieved notions about it! :D

[macarxn]

ivtiivweek2026 day 7 - domestic/married life

With you beside me the pain of the past feels so far away...

♡ rebel au ivantill you are so dear to me

The rain pelted down on Till, soaking his clothes and dripping from the ends of his hair. Breath caught in his throat as he stared down at the body on the floor of the stage before him, his own name staring back at him reflected in the blood pooling at his feet.

He could still feel the pressure of the hands around his neck, the sensation of desperate lips against his. He didn’t understand those actions but he understood that Ivan had died and it was all his fault.

And as he was dragged away from the body of the man he loved, Till reached out for him but he was powerless against the distance that grew between them…

When Till awoke in a cold sweat he was back in his bedroom in the rebels’ base and Ivan was nowhere to be found. The morning sunrise streamed in between the curtains, whisking away the images of pouring rain and roaring crowds but it did little to ease Till’s mind.

“/Ivan./” His voice came out in a whisper through his scarred throat and damaged vocal cords.

As if he’d actually heard him, his husband emerged from the connected bathroom at that very moment, a hair tie hanging from between his teeth as he pulled his wavy black locks back behind his head. “Ah, good morning, my love.”

Till let out a sigh of relief. The worst of the nightmare was beginning to subside but those haunting memories still plagued him and when Ivan passed by close enough he grabbed him by the waistband of his pants and tugged him back onto the bed beside him.

Ivan went easily, always eager for Till’s affection in any form, though the slight furrow to his brow showed his concern as he held Till against him and Till buried his face into the bare skin of his chest. “Another bad dream?”

Till simply nodded, his short wisps of silver hair tickling Ivan’s neck. One of Ivan’s hands moved to Till’s head, fingers combing through those silver strands as he pressed a kiss to Till’s temple.

He said nothing, simply embraced Till as he breathed against him. Till treasured the body beside him, cherished the sheer essence of Ivan. With the horrors of their shared past still clawing at the back of his mind, Ivan’s existence was grounding, his presence a soothing lullaby warding off the lingering grief.

It pained Till to imagine a world in which Ivan hadn’t survived their stage that day, but with his husband breathing beside him here in the bed that they shared that pain seemed so far away.

Till let his hands creep their way up Ivan’s chest, pulling away only slightly so he could tilt Ivan’s chin down toward him. Trailing his thumb along Ivan’s jawline and cheekbones, he drew him closer and captured his lips in his, pouring every word he could no longer say aloud into the kiss.

Ivan melted into him, humming against him with every brush of their lips. But when they finally pulled apart he wrinkled his nose in jest. “Ew, stinky morning breath,” he teased, “you gotta brush your teeth.”

Scoffing, Till covered Ivan’s mouth with his hand, pushing his face away before rolling over in the bed, turning his back to his husband.

He heard Ivan snickering behind him, felt an arm snaking its way around his waist, then Ivan was peppering kisses along the scars that lined Till’s neck. “Come on,” he said, “the kids’ll be awake soon and you know how they get when they haven’t had breakfast.”

Till rolled back over as Ivan stood up off the bed. He let Ivan lead him to the bathroom and as they prepared themselves for the day together Till left those agonizing memories behind, stepping out through the bedroom door toward the future that awaited him with his husband’s hand in his.

[enragethreshold]

What if we were dead boyfriends who haunted the narrative? What if we were also catboys???