Hello, fellow TWEWY fans, and welcome to Sounds of Shibuya - my TWEWY fanfiction project!
Music has been a faithful companion throughout my whole life. When I started writing fanfiction, it became a regular presence in my stories as well — especially with video games, where the soundtrack…
Bringing back Sounds of Shibuya after a complete revision! Enjoy!
We were not born for peace.
No price could open us the door to the infinite. We rode far away to seek its border, we sold our lives to break through it – we gave ourselves away to achieve a something, unspeakable and far, which could never be ours from the start.
Many were the ways, uncountable the souls. The result stayed the same – a row of deaths, a neat black line in the flow of the millennia.
Our prayers wove new realities; their contradictions, on the invisible end, broke laws that weren’t to be touched. They were two sides on a single coin, never meant to mirror each other – and when they intermingled, the human and the other, the violence of the tear collapsed on us.
One by one we fell – we were forbidden, and erased.
Whenever you find yourself in doubt, remember. Yours is the knowledge of each sacrifice – it is your task to turn their past into your future.
Whenever you tread by the thin line, the diaphragm stretched between hope and despair, your hands will blossom in front of your eyes.
Look at your opening fingers, to focus on the inside; don’t let the voice of the past be in vain, and remember.
What you can control – all of it – is already there.
And as if I wasn’t feeling shitty enough by myself, I must set the glue trap for the little fellow. He ran around the kitchen a couple of times but he was too fast. I only hope to find him alive, so that I can free him with the oil method.
I’ve never seen a truer horse than Agro in any game I’m gonna cry
God damn it… I… I try my hardest to be a good writer.. I really do the best I can.. but then I look up from my own work and I just get blown away by what people write.. I look back at my own stuff and I… God… I feel like a worthless fucking loser. For example, read this fic. Just look at how GOOD it is! How the hell can I possibly live up to these standards when I’m already doing my best as it is?
Sorry… I’m just in one of those moods… When I see amazing work like this I always end up comparing it to my own, and then I start to hate myself…