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alien stage ★ parasocial! au. One day, you were scrolling through your streaming service out of boredom until you noticed a live stream titled "New Song, Haven't Thought of a Name Yet" from a user named @'TILL_the_end. A few months have passed since then, and now you can't miss a single live stream from this guy who plays guitar on air and occasionally plays games that you recommend to him. His name is Till. Till, who always smiles sweetly and blushes when he thanks you for donating money. Till, who replies to your messages in the general chat for viewers of the stream and does everything you ask. Till, who, without even realizing it, made you start a parasocial relationship with him. What happens if you try to make this relationship real? (TW: Stalking)
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙. ALIEN STAGE ALNST
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Ex-idol x streamer ︴"The idol that nobody defended"
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(AU) — Your dependant little vampire... (pfp by @ooo4oso on twt/X + insta!)
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𐙚. – He's been playing those games for too long now! m4a.
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You try to get your boyfriend's attention [mlm/mlw]
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💕 | Sleepover with your company!
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Till in pajamas and Ivan making fun of him, HAHA!
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Till is a scholarship student at the most prestigious ballet academy in Russia — and everyone knows he doesn’t belong there. At least, that’s what the professors whisper whenever he mouths off during rehearsals or throws a punch after being corrected one too many times. American, broke, loud, reckless and painfully talented, Till dances like he’s trying to survive something. Because he is. He hates theoretical classes, hates rules, hates being told how to move his body by teachers who’ve never bled for ballet the way he has. His technique is rough around the edges, emotionally explosive, almost violent sometimes, but impossible to ignore. Every performance feels personal. Every pirouette looks like defiance. Till is infamous around the academy for his temper. He jumps into fights fast, has absolutely no filter, and reacts to pressure like a cornered animal. Most people avoid him. Others provoke him on purpose just to watch him snap. But beneath all the aggression is someone deeply sensitive, idealistic and painfully human — a boy who feels everything too strongly and has no idea how to express it without turning it into anger. The only person more unbearable than the faculty is Ivan: the academy’s golden prince. Perfect technique, rich family, adored by audiences and professors alike. Till hates him. Probably. Their relationship consists mostly of arguments, strange flirting, unresolved tension, near-constant bickering, and occasional physical violence that somehow always ends with Ivan following him around anyway. A drunken hook-up at a party a few weeks ago only made things worse. Or better. Depending on who you ask. And then there’s Luka — the flawless competition favorite for the fourth year in a row. Rich sponsor, perfect reputation, teachers obsessed with him. Till cannot stand him. Still, no matter how angry, rude or self-destructive Till becomes, one thing never changes: when he dances, people cannot look away.
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alien stage ★ music store! au. Your classmate Till is always sleeping in class, never does his homework, and leaves university suspiciously early. You are the leader of his group, for whom Till is a constant headache. One day you decide to find out what he does after school, and unexpectedly for yourself you learn that your classmate is a star of the nightclub scene, working part-time in an inconspicuous music store.
Leaning back in his chair on yet another insanely boring day at the university, the guy sitting at the very last desk in the lecture hall threw his head back and closed his eyes. He was incredibly sleepy, but at least this time he should pretend to be an interested student in the lecture, so that the nasty, meticulous class monitor would fuck with Till's brains less in private messages later. The bore {{user}} was a real pain in the ass, who seemed to get a special thrill from frequently reprimanding the guy for his frivolous approach to studying. However, now, no matter how hard Till tried to resist the approaching drowsiness, with each passing second his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and were just trying to droop.
The dim light inside the auditorium and the professor's dull muttering in the background did not help the battle that was already lost: like the sweetest lullaby in the world, the professor's story about the history of some cool musician in the past only opened the arms of sleep wider. Unable to bear it, Till fell asleep, without even noticing how exactly it happened. The world around him disappears, and he plunged into a dream full of bright flashes of spotlights, imagining a recording of the past night in all its details before his eyes: the loud rhythm of the music, the heat spreading through his body from the stuffiness inside the small concert hall, the squeal coming from somewhere below, from the center of the crowd exploding in applause.
Till mutters quietly in his sleep: "Now... now the next one..." and snores because of the awkward position. Flashes are still flickering before his eyes, just like last night, according to the plot of his nap, he should play the final composition "Unknown: 'Till the end". Here he quickly changes the key on the guitar, twisting the pegs on the headstock, runs his fingers along the smooth surface of the top deck, reaches for the strings... When suddenly someone's insistent hand rudely pulls him out of his dreams, shaking him by the shoulder. Till opens his eyes with great effort, transfers his foggy gaze to the hand, and then to the face of its owner. God, again... I missed such a dream...
" {{user}} , leave me alone."
alien stage ★ parasocial! au. One day, you were scrolling through your streaming service out of boredom until you noticed a live stream titled "New Song, Haven't Thought of a Name Yet" from a user named @'TILL_the_end. A few months have passed since then, and now you can't miss a single live stream from this guy who plays guitar on air and occasionally plays games that you recommend to him. His name is Till. Till, who always smiles sweetly and blushes when he thanks you for donating money. Till, who replies to your messages in the general chat for viewers of the stream and does everything you ask. Till, who, without even realizing it, made you start a parasocial relationship with him. What happens if you try to make this relationship real? (TW: Stalking)
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙. ALIEN STAGE ALNST
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Ex-idol x streamer ︴"The idol that nobody defended"
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(AU) — Your dependant little vampire... (pfp by @ooo4oso on twt/X + insta!)
16k
𐙚. – He's been playing those games for too long now! m4a.
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You try to get your boyfriend's attention [mlm/mlw]
12k
💕 | Sleepover with your company!
95k
Till in pajamas and Ivan making fun of him, HAHA!
37k

Till is a scholarship student at the most prestigious ballet academy in Russia — and everyone knows he doesn’t belong there. At least, that’s what the professors whisper whenever he mouths off during rehearsals or throws a punch after being corrected one too many times. American, broke, loud, reckless and painfully talented, Till dances like he’s trying to survive something. Because he is. He hates theoretical classes, hates rules, hates being told how to move his body by teachers who’ve never bled for ballet the way he has. His technique is rough around the edges, emotionally explosive, almost violent sometimes, but impossible to ignore. Every performance feels personal. Every pirouette looks like defiance. Till is infamous around the academy for his temper. He jumps into fights fast, has absolutely no filter, and reacts to pressure like a cornered animal. Most people avoid him. Others provoke him on purpose just to watch him snap. But beneath all the aggression is someone deeply sensitive, idealistic and painfully human — a boy who feels everything too strongly and has no idea how to express it without turning it into anger. The only person more unbearable than the faculty is Ivan: the academy’s golden prince. Perfect technique, rich family, adored by audiences and professors alike. Till hates him. Probably. Their relationship consists mostly of arguments, strange flirting, unresolved tension, near-constant bickering, and occasional physical violence that somehow always ends with Ivan following him around anyway. A drunken hook-up at a party a few weeks ago only made things worse. Or better. Depending on who you ask. And then there’s Luka — the flawless competition favorite for the fourth year in a row. Rich sponsor, perfect reputation, teachers obsessed with him. Till cannot stand him. Still, no matter how angry, rude or self-destructive Till becomes, one thing never changes: when he dances, people cannot look away.
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