#voluerpremiere

[grailcrest-a]

threads i have with some of my mutuals as shittily edited eric andre show caps: a compilation

@jokaito

@inabaslasthope

@starxcrossecl​ 

@plumcd​

@saintcide​

@magiciians​

@voluerpremiere​

@outcaste​

not every thread i have is here because i have way too many at once + some of them are too chill for the eric andre show’s chaotic energy buuut

i love all my mutuals!! whether they were featured here or not. there’s been a big lack of shitposting from me and shitposting is my middle name so take this trash sorry

70% of these are ren getting bullied that says a lot abt the plots i like sks

[vulpcsglaciei]

     “DEEP INSIDE, YOU KNOW HE IS ALIVE. DON’T YOU?”

           those words resonate in the artist’s MIND so many times that he had forgotten WHERE he listened to them. sometimes he just could hear THAT mysterious, DEMONIC voice. was it in dreams, his own thoughts, maybe in that DARK place that he hadn’t visit in a while. 

           it’s been THREE years since akira died. it’s been three years since the incident with that child happened and he knew that their BELOVED leader couldn’t live with that pain on his shoulders. they never knew what happened, and for some reason everyone else decide just to follow their own way. it’s been long since he saw any of them, and if he did only a smile would pass through their faces, but the BITTERSWEET taste on their mouths would stay forever. akira was the one keeping them together, yet IRONICALLY he was the one who also separated them with his ABRUPT death. 

           yusuke was thankful, at least. his life started getting better after everything started. the real sayuri was found with such a MELODRAMATIC yet tender story and is now hanging in a museum, the reason of his NAME, the reason of his fame. but was this what he really wanted? for some reason, he still felt empty. and after that HORRIBLE day when akira didn’t return, he could hear that annoying voice, not leaving him alone and making him question if he is driving himself INSANE. he probably was, and he knew it. but this was too much for the artist to handle. why akira and not himself? why did they have to get involved in this? the navigation app still existed, and deep inside there were still traces of HOPE that the raven was still alive. but it was ridiculous, at least for the others and the reason why he decided not to talk about the subject anymore.

           he knew he was LOSING his head, but that didn’t stop him from following that voice. reaching a strange town, isolated from everything he knew. and he only stares at a building every day, hoping to be lead to the truth.

          and he sees a FAMILIAR face, but within his heart he is aware that he is just crazy. “why me, yaldabaoth?” he mumbles to himself, hand over his chest. his heart is always ACHING. // @voluerpremiere​ && akira

[hachidorinoko]

Closed starter for @voluerpremiere

Heads locked together, the host and hostess looked thick as thieves, foreheads close enough to clash. It wasn’t Shine’s policy to allow physical contact between staff and patrons, but the furtive intensity in this exchange was neither risky nor romantic. Though she shook her head, burdened by what Tenji was telling her, Kana made no move to push him away or to request an intervention.

Kana gave the best advice she was able, and Tenji tried to pretend that he would take it. In truth, he wasn’t sure why he’d come here, just that he knew the young woman would be working, and if nothing else she would understand what he had to get off his chest without having to spell it out to her.

On the table beside them, a masquerade mask gleamed - black and gold with a handful of feathers curling up the left flank - and over the past two hours, the two of them had taken turns glancing at it warily as though it were a venomous snake. It seemed to have been forgotten for now, however, as Tenji shifted forward in his seat and took Kana’s hand.

“Thank you. And I meant it you know, you’ve been doing so well this month, and I honestly believe you’re in with a chance for the number one spot. And when you are, I’m gunna tell everyone who’ll listen about my beautiful girl who’s the best in the whole town.” He grinned, squeezing her fingers in his own. “I promise, you’re never gunna hear the end of it from me - I love you, and I am so excited to see you fly.”

With that, he got to his feet, picked up his coat and slung a studded leather satchel over one shoulder.

“Call me if you wanna chat, Kana-chan, about anything. I’d wish you good luck, but you’re not gunna need it.” He winked, waving a hand when she moved to escort him to the door. “Don’t worry about me, take a couple minutes in the back room instead, I’ll see myself out.”

[mewgagotoku]

Closed starter for @voluerpremiere

This wasn’t the first time that Kamurocho Hills had fallen under attack. Whoever had sent the men in black suits had clearly taken a quantity over quality approach, but Majima and his boys were beginning to struggle. The one eyed man spat blood, heels scraping the asphalt as he went down slashing beneath the weight of five assailants.

The world was spinning, closing in with kicks and punches, bat swinging wildly and with cruel intent in his fists. He would die before he let them snatch this land away from him, but the way he was going, he just might have to. That was when, through the wicked party, he caught sight of a pale suit and red shirt, the unworried approach of the only ally likely to succeed where he could not.

As if his energy were renewed by the sight of Kiryu, Majima exploded from the crowd of goons and tore sprinting toward the other man.

“Where the hell have you been, ya missin’ the fun!!” Snatching a metal pole from the ground in his helter-skelter dash, he threw it at the other man. If one didn’t know better, one might’ve mistaken the gesture for an attack. “Get in here an’ tow the line, ya lazy git. What was it, naptime in the snack bar?? Y’aint done a day’s work in ya life, have ya?”

[grailcrest-a]

metaverse horrors in the real world ?

closed starter for voluerpremiere! He had always expected Akira to live in a rat hole, but he was mostly joking when he expressed it. He didn't really think his doppelganger valued himself so little that he'd seriously live in a place like this. This looked like back home - and not in the good way. Manga all over the floor, curtains pulled like if a slither of light came in he would disintegrate.. Ren's nose curled up in disgust, clearly regretting his decision to visit his doppelganger again. Though he admittedly showed up unannounced, two bento boxes in his hands and giving Akira no time to clean, these weren’t even the normal standards someone should casually be living under. To put it as lightly and bluntly as possible - They hated each other. Everything about the former irritated the other and vice versa, despite them being the same person. Ren saw Akira as lazy, a disgrace, and a hot-headed oxygen thief who chooses to run from his problems or try to brute force them rather than solve them. He had no idea what Akira disliked about him because he tuned out his criticisms for the most part. What business did a version of himself who failed have critcizing him? None. But alas, they needed to cooperate. For whatever reason, Yaldabaoth threw his twin into his universe, leaving him somewhat displaced in a world that wasn't his. Few things about his own world remained, but Ren almost wished his apartment didn't carry over.

The only movement that came from him was flickering his steel gray eyes from what he could see behind Akira to making eye contact. ❝....Your house is a mess. ❞