so im absolutely obsessed with @skyesentinels ‘s youtube au and i got an IdeaTM (pls read the voltron youtube au frfr it’s s o good)
-For april fools, Keith and Pidge make a new channel for ‘supernatural hunting and alien spotting’ -The video they post is just them running around Keith’s apartment while lance chases them while wearing a bedsheet -there are many gifs of lance tripping and face planting because he can’t see -they all think it’s just an one time thing they did for a funny april fools thing but no -the fans won’t allow it -the channel somehow gets to 100,000 subscribers, and keith and pidge get sent an actual silver play button from youtube for a channel they made as a joke -then they realize that they can’t just let the channel die now -So they continue making videos -they start out mostly the same as the first video, just obviously fake ‘paranormal activity’ while someone chases them -there are also many gifs of shiro dragging keith away while being the ‘ghost’ -also many, many audio clips of keith’s high pitched screaming as this is done -Lance is a fan favorite in these videos because he always ends up screaming and falling into keith’s arms -the klance shippers l i v e for this channel -shiro is the worst to have in these videos unless he’s the ghost -shiro: maybe the real ghost was the friends we made along the way -keith: sh u t up shiro this is s e r i o u s -”yea i’d punch a ghost. I’d fight every single ghost in the astral plane. im not scared” -there’s a video of keith filming lance in the middle of his morning routine and yelling “look guys! It’s a ghost, and it’s hideous” -the rest of the video is the camera shaking while keith runs for his life -there are x-file memes everywhere -every single video there are new clips on tumblr with the x-files theme playing -g h o s t a d v e n t u r e m e m e s -”My name is Keith Kogane. I’ve never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one. So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw onto video….With no big camera crews following us around, I am joined only by my fellow investigator Pidge Holt and our equipment tech Hunk Garrett. The three of us will travel to the some of most highly active paranormal locations, where we will spend an entire night, being locked down from dusk until dawn….Raw…Extreme…These are our Ghost Adventures.” -this leads the fandom to make memes about zak bagans being keith’s boyfriend -lance doesn’t realize that it’s all a meme and he’s??? So confused?? Like i thought keith and i bonded???? Who is zak and what does he have that i dont??????? -”zak bagans is my boyfriend and i would die for him” -keith probably -keith does have a lowkey unironic crush on zak bagans and the only one that knows is shiro -then they start making other videos of them doing things like looking for aliens/bigfoot/mothman ect -everyone likes these videos too because keith almost always starts ranting that mothman is r e a l. -pidge does the same but with nessie -this leads to them making videos about conspiracy theories -these are basically just 30 minute long unedited videos of them screaming about cryptids -they also start doing those cursed games like the bath game and midnight game -they get the whole gang together to play the midnight game but it’s basically just them sitting in a dark room with candles pretending to feel stuf -except lance who claims he’s actually feeling things, but in reality its just keith messing with him -their videos sometimes end with the police showing up one way or another -once they had to pause making a video because keith screamed so loud that his neighbors thought he was dying so now there’s footage of keith awkwardly explaining to a police officer what they were doing -the fandom has started making bets to whether or not the police will show up in the next video or not -theres a compilation of videos from pidge’s snapchat that are just a slow zoom of keith’s face as he does something with the caption ‘caught a cryptid on video!!!!!!!!’ -keith tried to get her back but he’s much less sneaky about it so most of keith’s video’s usually end with pidge tackling him -the fans get ‘#cryptidkeith’ treading on twitter and keith wants to die -most of it is edits of keith’s face of bigfoot or screenshots of keith in the background of a shot with that red circle and zoom in of him (see: @keithsightings) -theres also a lot of keith x mothman -keith has never been more impressed and also disgusted by his fandom
But just as surely as life connected everything, so did death. It was that endless, fast-running river. She’d dipped her fingers into its current, held the eddy of its power in her hand. She was the Queen of Mourning, and in its depths, she would never d r o w n.
“What do you mean? Who do I prefer or who would
I trust? They’re both homicidal maniacs so I don’t trust either of them!”
“If you had to pick one of them, who would you
“I don’t know. Who would you pick?”
“Anti, personally. I like his manic look and
he’s just a ball of energy.”
“But you wouldn’t trust him around knives.”
“Oh god no. I’d trust Dark more than him around
“You’d trust Dark around knives?!? That’s
asking for a bad time.”
“I don’t mean it like that. I mean it as in I
think Dark is more sensible of the both of them. He wouldn’t straight up kill
someone as soon as he gets the chance. He’d wait, take advantage of you.”
“Overall they’re both bad people. If they
existed in real life they’d be a major cause for concern.”
“But they’re not. It’s just a bit of fun.”
“Exactly. There won’t be a life and death
situation where you’d have to chose between the two.”
“It’s late, I’m gonna sleep now.”
I closed Tumblr and turned off my laptop. I’d
spent nearly a day online since both Mark and Jack simultaneously posted an
Antisepticeye video and a Darkiplier video. Obviously both communities online
had fallen into hysterical exhilaration over the videos; the usual drooling
over the great editing put into their videos, and the Anti-Dark conspiracy
theorists huddled around the metaphorical fires of their computers exchanging
their thoughts and ideas. I was still pretty astounded at the coincidental
aspects of the videos; both up around 17:00 (GMT), both less than 4 minutes
long, and both presented by Mark and Jack’s dark personas. It was fun to watch
the whole thing happen and spread like wildfire over the internet, but finally
pulling myself away from the screen made me realise how much of a headache I
I lay in my bed in the darkness staring at the
ceiling. I needed sleep but my mind wouldn’t stop turning. I kept replaying the
videos in my head. Jack, or rather Anti, played his classical knife-wielding,
cut-throat, glitchy performance up close and personal to the camera, his voice
broken and his eyes flashing black with every blink. Dark, Mark’s darker
persona, also kept to his usual VHS effected well-dressed Devil’s Advocate
style, standing in darkness and hovering around the camera like it was some
police interrogation of the viewers. Loads of people spent their time on Tumblr
linking the two videos, comparing and contrasting them, trying to uncover what
was going to happen next. Although it was pretty obvious both Mark and Jack had
planned it together all along. Both uploading at the same time, both having
shorter videos than usual, both talking to the cameras as if directly to the
viewers… both ending their videos with “M a k e y o u r
c h o i c e.” … Yeah, it’s too much to be a coincidence.
Eventually after nearly and hour’s pondering,
my eyelids got heavier, but my head still hurt. I didn’t help that Dark’s video
had that piercing unfiltered whining noise in the background. It was all I
could hear as I finally drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.
“Leave me alone!!” I clasped my hands over my
ears and continued running. The hallway seemed to be getting narrower and
darker. The walls were made up of hundreds if not millions of piled up computer
monitors and TV screens with miles and miles of endless wires trailing the
floors and ceiling. The static pixels from the walls were almost blinding so I
just kept my head looking straight on towards the darkness, hopefully the end
of this maze. I knew if I just kept moving and didn’t give them any chance to
stop me, I would be fine. There had to be an end to the nightmare somewhere.
The TV’s flickered, Dark appeared.
Y O U ’ R E N E V E R
E V E R G O I N G T O
E S C A P E M E .
I turned away from him as his image ran
alongside me. His deep echoing voice pulled at my chest as the intense volume
knocked the air out of my lungs. But this wouldn’t stop me.
His laugh crawled up my spine like a spider.
The screens melted into one another and soon both of them pursued after me. I
reached a junction at the end of my path, turning either left or right. As I
made my decision The screens ahead of me turned white with glitching red
letters: MAKE YOUR CHOICE
“Shut up. What would you care if I chose one
over the other?” Suddenly the screens started to crack as their angered gazes
glared at me. I quickened as glass burst behind me into millions of pieces
trying to catch up with me to hail on me with a thousand cuts.
N O M O R E
. N E
V E R A G A I N .
I kept running, gasping desperately for air,
but not so much that I would inhale shards of glass.
UP!” I screamed, tears strolling past my cheeks. “Shut up both of you! I’m
going home! I’m not choosing either of you!!” Then I felt the ground beneath me
slithering as the wires I ran on suddenly came to life. They whipped up at my
face so I couldn’t see where I was going, they grabbed my clothes to spin me
into confusion, they wrapped around my arms and legs the drag me down. Through
the hysteria I tumbled around and tripped to try and get away. I the confusion
I did happen to reach the end of the maze, which happened to be the end of the
world, and I was tripped into it.
I grabbed the wires as I fell and clung to them
to stop me hurling into the apparent abyss down below. I was now dangling over
the edge unsure of everything. Why wasn’t this dream ending? Surely the shock
of nearly diving headfirst into the pit of darkness would have been enough to
wake me up in a cold sweat. But no. This was true hell. I would take anything
to get out of it…
J U M P D O W N
. I ’ L L C A T C
H Y O U .
I looked down. Dark was there hovering below
the end of the wires I clung to, his arms out and open to catch me, looking at
me through what he could attempt to make as ‘puppy eyes’. There was no way I
would let go. What if he’s lying and would let me fall to my doom?… Well, it
didn’t seem like the kind of thing he’d do. He chased me this far, so why would
he lose me at a chance like this? But whether he was or wasn’t going to catch
me, the moment I would fall into his arms, I was his… I didn’t like that
thought at all. I started to shuffle up the wire to get away and hopefully
climb back up to safety-
Anti was crouching over the ledge above me, his
hand extended to take mine and hoist me up to him… the same hand that held a
knife numerous times, the same knife that committed many monstrous crimes.
Crawling up to him would be as safe an option as crawling into the mouth of a
I stopped where I was and held tightly to the rope.
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I would rather have just stayed
there and waited for them to realise their pursuits on me were futile. But my
arms were getting tired and my grip was getting looser.
Y O U C A N ’
T J U S T H A N G
H E R E F O R E V E R . J U S T
A L L I N T O M E . I T ’ S A S S I M P
L E A S T H
A T .
Then I realised this was the breaking-point. Or
rather ‘waking-point’. This whole thing is what their videos were warning me
about. This whole dream was made by the both of them to find out which one
everyone would prefer. Everyone who watched both their videos was cursed to
dream this dream I was currently having, and everyone had to make their own
choices. This is what they planned. Not Mark and Jack, Anti and Dark
themselves. They weren’t a joke; they were real entities. They were really
having a battle between who was best. Who won the hearts, minds and souls of
the most people. And this was their solution to answering their question.
I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW IT I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN EVENTUALLY but yEAH. GUYS. FRANZ LISZT’S VOICE IS OUT THERE ON WAX CYLINDERAND I AM FREAKING OUT OKAY LIKE. I was gonna type this out as I was listening to him but i couldn’t because holy shit his voice is everything I could ever wish for I swear I could feel myself melting in my chair. It’s really hard to hear because wax cylinder recordings are all crackly and shit but Liszt’s voice has this really chocolatey, buttery quality to it, like his piano hands are caressing your vocal cords as he speaks. g o d. G O D. It’s as though he came back to life and is seducing people all over again.
G R E E N L I G H T is for the sacrificial party-goer, with neon in their veins and recklessness on their lips they surrender to the noise, heart/drum beat in time, with mascara smudged and fishnets already ripped, they are a chaotic twirling beacon of hope, pulsing with the glow that comes from transcending human emotion. here there is no pain, here is where the party begins.
S O B E R is the national anthem of a lost kingdom ruled by girls with confetti crowns and boys with lipstick smeared cheekbones, where it’s always midnight and laughter cracks like thunder, it’s chipped nail varnish and singing along to a song you’ve never heard, lit fireworks crackling in your ribcage and bathroom floors, the smell of tarmac and city lights blurring into blinding light and the closest you ever get to religion
H O M E M A D E D Y N A M I T E is for the revolutionaries, with glitter like war paint and leather battle gear, it’s someone else’s drink in your hair and on your lips, shooting stars and smoke on the horizon, its a mouth overflowing with unforgiving teeth and a girl who sways like a bonfire, anger to the point of apathy and laughing until you cry, throwing your arms wide and screaming at the stars to swallow you whole
T H E L O U V R E is a handful of blurry polaroids from a pink summer when you thought the sky stretched on forever, crumpled bed sheets and kitchen counters at 2am, it is drowning in a sea of strangers without putting up a fight, the rotting smell of dying flowers and handwritten love letters, the sound of violin and cracked stained glass panels, it is the golden artificial glow of a naked lightbulb and hands stitched into your hair, white on white on white and watercolour nostalgia in three shades of lilac
L I A B I L I T Y is like a bird with broken wings, staying awake until the sun starts to rise, all pale skies and the ground damp with dew, it’s the drop of your stomach just before a fall, thin cotton against your skin and warm hazy hours of almost-sleep that seep together into evenings in flickering television light, scratched records listened to anyway, and the ritualistic waltz of everyday life, beating on with or without you
H A R D F E E L I N G S is an abandoned house, with the table still laid for a breakfast, the key in the lock, the portrait of two people immortally framed in a perfectly symmetrical pattern of every day objects and L O V E L E S S is the bubblegum perfume spritz spirit who lives there, between her books and half-finished poetry and his now cold cup of coffee, dancing alone in the hallway, lips like petals and heart like marble
S O B E R I I ( M E L O D R A M A ) happens behind the closed doors of the church, exposed necks like altars, hips like pews, hundreds of sparkling stained glass eyes and teeth like tombstones, a whole generation brought to its knees with the weight of its future, its the vibration of discordant piano, the glint on rubies on necks, the promise of something bigger than all of this, a fleeting taste of forever
W R I T E R I N T H E D A R K is the roses growing up a building, vines curling into stone, playing god for one moment, a full deck of tarot cards, inky starless skies and the inability to let go, it is the process of prying yourself apart from a lover, tearing skin from skin, rearranging bones, the interlocked cages of your ribs and his, it is performance with no audience, it’s ‘i can’t live without you’ and ‘but i will, i will, will’
S U P E R C U T is dangling your feet into nostalgia, the whole world through rose-tinted sunglasses or a camera lens and the sky melting into itself in reds and pinks and oranges - as if the horizon were on fire, its 5am rooftop conversations and scuffed trainers on dashboards and long train rides, tall grass and flavoured lipgloss, it’s seeing their face in every crowd, echoes of their voice in every song, swimming in your clothes and dripping wet hair, it is collecting every beautiful moment and decorating your mind with them until you can’t move in there, like a room full of antiques
L I A B I L I T Y ( R E P R I S E ) is a turning point, a certain sunrise, a certain car ride, life in a beautiful light, it’s the moment you realise you are not a sad story, it is years ahead of you still unwritten, smiles on lips of people you haven’t even met yet, it is harmonies and abstract paintings with slashes of colour in the black and the crescendo of birdsong, it is glittering dustmotes in sunlight and watching the city from far away, it’s not today, but it is soon, a sunlight soaked summer afternoon years from now when all of this seems so small
P E R F E C T P L A C E S is where time stands still, is how we keep the morning at bay, it’s an almost evangelic escapism, shedding skins like clothes, spilling feelings like drinks, it is a moment of quiet found between the clouds, it is the bass in the base of your spine, it’s terrifying and temporary and fragile and beautiful because it can never last, it’s the birth of a new world, it’s worship of potential, it is running, running, running into that sunrise with arms and eyes open wide
I can’t believe how good that episode was, there was just so much in there that I not only wanted to see between them, but that i 100% needed.
They were gonna christen every room.
But Robert couldn’t do it.
Robert told him everything. E V E R Y T H I N G.
Aaron dragged him, he was angry af and I needed that to happen.
Robert confirmed he only told her all that stuff on the night to get him way. CANON CORRECTED thank you Maxine.
Robert poured his actual heart out. He was broken. Devastated by what he’s done. He’d do anything to take it back. He’s never had problems lying before but lying to Aaron ripped his heart out. I’m fine. I’m fine.
Above everything it’s just so obvious Robert wants Aaron, only Aaron. He’s the love of his life.
N O B O D Y 👏 C O M E S 👏 C L O S E
(I just wish they’d addressed the consent issue but they obviously have no intention of going there)