#voices
Trying to figure out what one of my OCs sounds like. Y’all got any examples of raspy, androgynous voices? Babygirl is an arsonist and has probably fucked up her vocal chords some.
House of Three Cranes
This sigil marks a specific chapter in our lives. We don’t know how long it may last, but until the next one begins, we fly the banner; V6⛧
Go forth and talk to Strangers
Wishing a very happy birthday to John Oates!
Daryl Hall & John Oates - NYC, 1980
Hey! Back with another update! Sorry for the wait! with this chapter we officially have the first arc done with! Hope you can stick with me through the others! There will be another break between chapters as I plan and start writing again. Life is getting busy and completely changing for me, so as I adjust I’ll be taking some time away from this.
Hope you enjoy it! Read it on ao3 HERE!
Keith had come to Altea with a few ideas about what his wedding night would be like. They centered around two scenarios created before he knew Shiro personally. The first scenario was the one that scared him the most. It was the traditional route where Keith was required to lay back and spread his legs. There were few ways for him to get out of it and most of them left a bitter taste in his mouth and consequences he couldn’t avoid. He could assault his spouse and face dire repercussions or lay back and listen to the training from the academy (he was scared that was his default, to escape into the back of his mind to avoid the pain of what was happening to him).
It could have also gone down the disinterested route which, in theory, sounded wonderful. But all it did was fill Keith with an unease: unease and a deep hatred for himself because he should have strived for this scenario, not feel shame for being rejected. It made him feel like the deca-phoeb he spent conforming to the academy had truly worked against him. He pretended to play with their rules but in the end maybe he had been truly listening to them after all.
He hadn’t thought his wedding night would include Shiro, a rather giant bed and room with an armful of blankets.
MAKE THEM BE QUIET
Quiet-!!!!!! SHUSH NOW-
I CANT TRUST YOU-!!!!
Trying to give shape and meaning to my life on my own, there’s a point at over-think where I start to feel pleased by imagine the path and achieving of a goal, then, feeling satisfied by the mere idealizing, I find it unnecessary to carry it out.
There’s no shape, there’s no meaning, neither pleasure; just anxiety remains.
That’s a self-injury method.
My brand new podcast TACHI’S BASE is out. This is the first episode that introduces you to who I am, what I do and where I come from. Inside you’ll find a lot of relatable topics and truth to the phrase “Looks can be deceiving”. I originally created a podcast in 2019 and decided to go a different route.
This episode was recorded from 14/04/22 and released today on 15/04/22.
Enjoy!
This podcast is available on my SoundCloud and YouTube. See links below:
https://youtu.be/-O0rfg9r_Bc
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/VcGTc
With love! Hitachi
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15 04 22
“The thought of healing is unappealing to the voice inside my brain.”
Slaves, “Like I Do”