Kagerou Project TV Theory?

[WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS]

Note: Okay, I have not read the light novels—I've only listened to the songs with PVs and read up to chapter 20 for the manga. Also, I have not read much theories, so everything here is an original. Any similar theories are completely coincidental. With that, here is my theory. It might be a stretch.

So, in Ayano's Theory of Happiness, the whole first half (?) of the song is basically on a TV, right? But then it zooms out and we see Ayano hugging it legitly. She was focusing on the past. She was watching her past and her fellow adoptive (?) siblings Kido, Kano, and Seto. There's not exactly really strong stuff in here, but it's a nice thing to note.

In Shounen Brave's PV, you can also see a TV. Seto is by it, and then he flashbacks to the past, seeing Little Seto.

Now, a thought just occurred to me while typing this up on my phone—when we watch our favorite shows on TV, the people who work there are actors, right?

In the Outer Science PV, we see Kuroha sitting on a pile of dead TVs. I thought (after watching the PV a gazillion times) that it reminded me of the time loop—it happened on for a long time. Each TV represented each past; each route that was reset. And Kuroha was sitting on top of them like a King, as if he was the cause for the many resets. And he was prepared to get Mary reset the timeline again.

Also, in Jubyphonic's lyrics for Outer Science (and yes, I know they differ from the actual translation), one of the lines was "reset the actors on stage". That really got the ball rolling for me. The people who were featured in the TVs were the Mekakushi Dan. The first word was also strikingly similar with the first word in a KagePro album name titled Mekakucity Actors. Let's focus on the key word: Actor. Remember somewhere in this theory that I mentioned that the people on TV were actors? What if the Mekakushi Dan were considered actors, since they were featured in TVs?

So, does that mean  that each TV represents each timeline, or something?

These were just my thoughts on the whole TV thing. It probably makes no sense, since I rushed while typing this up, and was really excited for it. I'm sorry if it's all over the place, too.

Does anyone want to share thoughts and ideas on the TVs? Don't be afraid!

Has Anyone...

[Possible Spoiler?]

...Realized how young and innocent Loki looked in Thor 1, and now seeing how much he's grown through The Avengers and The Dark World... you can really see how much Odin has hurt him, and how much Loki wants to prove himself that he's exactly the same as his older brother.

And... Loki's hair also has gotten a bit unkempt. From slick and shiny Lin the first movie, then sticking out in The Avengers, and the. Wavy in The Dark World. Aw, Loki, have you run out of hair gel? ;-;

By the way, Thor, you're not a bad guy, too. You'll also have some love from me. You can have all the Poptarts and coffee you want. ^O^)/

P.S. Yes, this post probably doesn't make sense. It's late, and I'm tired, and I haven't gotten to post anything much here. I'M SORRY, OKAY?! ...To whoever bothers reading post scripts.

The Lady Without Her Umbrella and Fisherman

[***WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FROM THE GAME, "Ib"***]

"Woooow!" Mary exclaimed. Her golden locks bounced up and down along with her. She dragged 9-year old Ib into the room. There on the wall was a painting (not a surprise, though, since the two girls were trapped in an art gallery... long story), with a woman standing on the side of a hill. On the label it read THE LADY WITH HER UMBRELLA or something like that (Ib couldn't read correctly), but that was pretty weird.

     "Huh?" Mary commented. "But... she doesn't have an umbrella. Weird. Anyways, let's go, Ib!"

     But despite the wrongness of the title, that painting had a story that was never told.

-☂- (Rain)

     The Lady Without Her Umbrella actually had a name, which she had given herself. It was Amekasa, which, translating from Japanese, meant "rain umbrella". Shortly after her creator's death, who had went by the name of Guertena, she began to get very attached to the red umbrella she was given.

     Once, Amekasa was strolling back in forth in her painting. The rain never let up, which wasn't a surprise. Then, from down beneath her, there came a hearty noise of laughter. Amekasa bent onto her knees, peering down the layers of paint a floor beneath her, before she saw a fisherman waving at her with a grin on his face. His rod was still placed in the water, in hope for catching a painting of a fish, and his arms looked weary for holding it there for so long, but his grin did not show any complaint.

     "Oh! Hello there!" Amekasa waved, tilting her head slightly with her eyes widened in astonishment. "And what are you?"

     "I am Fisherman, but you may call me Ryoshi." The man said, pointing his free hand's thumb at his chest. "And you are...?"

      Amekasa introduced herself in a quiet voice.

     "Ah, such a beautiful name for a beautiful lass!" Ryoshi complimented, and Amekasa's hands flew up to her silhouetted face, thankful her blush was not apparent. "Why must you look so sad here in this quiet art gallery?"

     Amekasa was now definitely flustered. No one had ever asked her that before--usually they were more interested in the more popular paintings, such as the Ladies of Their Color, and that darling Mary painting Guertena had put all his heart into. She thought she was just an invisible painting to never be appreciated; a mere shadow in the light.

     "Oh, well," Amekasa hadn't even thought of the answer to the question in her life of isolation. "Well, the sky over here looks very gloomy, and the rain... well, sometimes I wish I could touch it. But whenever I do, it just feels like paint, and not at all like this water I dream of. Much like Mary, I wish I was a human." She paused. Why was she telling all of this to this mere stranger?

     Ryoshi seemed amused. "Ah, Mary, Princess of the Art Gallery? No, you are not like Mary. Perhaps you wish you were human, but I'm sure you'd figure out a way to get out without... killing anyone. You seem too kind."

     At that, Amekasa, turned away from the painting of the fisherman bitterly. She didn't like thinking of herself as kind. If she was kind, then Guertena wouldn't have painted her in such a depressing setting, correct? And besides... "You barely know me." She replied, looking back at Ryoshi.

     The Fisherman looked surprised, then smiled. "You're also wise. It seems Guertena has taken a good interest in you while you were being created."

     Amekasa didn't reply.

That night--the same, repetitive night in which no visitors came--Amekasa sighed warily. She let a drop of the raining paint blots fall on her hand, then quickly shook it off. Sure, her paint was dry, but she didn't want to get rain permanently glued to her silhouette of a body. Staring up towards the black sky, her thoughts consisted of Fisherman. If it was possible to develop feelings for another painting, than Amekasa had a serious case of heartache.
     "La, la la, la la~!"
     Amekasa looked up to see Mary skipping around happily, her blonde curls bouncing up and down. The blonde didn't even give her a glance--she seemed too intrigued with that yellow rose she was making. The Lady With Her Umbrella sighed, feeling as dreary as the environment she was painted in. Maybe it wasn't that bad to talk to Fisherman. Maybe it could finally give her the respect she needed, the comfort she needed.
     "Hey... Ryoshi... you still awake?"
     And Fisherman looked up, smiled, and they began to talk with each other for many weeks to come.

On the tenth week of their conversation, a definite romance was now in bloom. No, of course they didn't admit it to each other; paintings weren't allowed to have feelings, and especially since Mary threatened to leave, there couldn't be allowed to have any more emotion.
     Then, the Lady in Red came along.
     She had a real name too--Akaredi, translating to "red lady". She and her sisters seemed to be the second strongest, since they could actually jump out and crawl down the halls, bringing their frame with them. Akaredi was crawling around this area of the gallery, where Amekasa was, and when she saw the Lady With Her Umbrella, grinned.
     "My dear," Akaredi said with a surprisingly charming voice. "I do love the color red, and that umbrella is much more redder than my clothing or a Gallery Visitor's blood. Give it to me."
     Amekasa realized that was a demand, and not a question to have it. Dread grew in her heart. That umbrella she held was the only popping color that would hook viewers to her painting. She wished she could cry her oil pastel tears, but not doing so was inevitable. She knew how dangerous Akaredi was, and yet...
     "No," Amekasa said. "I shall not give my umbrella to you." Beneath her, she could hear Ryoshi asking questions rapidly. "This is my umbrella."
     Frustration was in Akaredi's eyes. She crawled over to a mannequin head, smashing it as the others shed red tears. Grabbing a shard, she pointed it toward the Lady With Her Umbrella threateningly.
     "Such violence." Amekasa said cautiously. She now felt absolutely scared. She didn't want to give her umbrella up, but her painted life was now depending on it. She now found her place in the Gallery, and she didn't want to throw that all away. Feeling pathetic, Amekasa gripped her beautiful red silhouette of her umbrella, and threw it out of her painting. As soon as the umbrella left the painting, the rain stopped.
     "Yes! I shall now take it to the Room of the Red Gasses!" Akaredi said, and crawled out of the room. Amekasa wept.
     "Don't worry!" Ryoshi said. "I'll go look for your umbrella!" He said, and left his painting and walked through the walls, leaving his background for many, many days.

(No more rain)
     Amekasa felt miserable. Her umbrella was gone. Now paintings called her the Lady Without Her Umbrella. The broken mannequin head was cleaned up, and replaced with another. When she looked down, she never saw Ryoshi anymore... ever since he left, his painting was replaced with a fishing hook, and the fisherman painting was moved.
     Amekasa stared at the fishing hook, before she realized a man with purple hair that held an umbrella was next to it. Curious, the Lady Without Her Umbrella stared. The purple-haired man frowned, putting the umbrella onto the hook. Almost instantly, the fishing hook flew upwards, and a voice on the same floor as Amekasa cried, "Look! He's caught something!"
     A few minutes later, Amekasa's door slammed open, and to her surprise, saw Mary smiling with an umbrella in her hands, next to brunette with red eyes. The Lady Without Her Umbrella flinched, at first thinking it was the Lady in Red. Then, she saw her calm, docile appearance, and relaxed just a bit. Now grinning, Mary handed the umbrella to Amekasa. Hesitating for a split second, she opened the umbrella, feeling dazed as rain began to pour down again. -☂- The only thing different was that rain now filled the whole room, and she never felt happier. Actual rain!
     Mary and the brunette left the room, and Amekasa stared at her umbrella. She tilted her head. Underneath the umbrella's cap, there was a note on it, written in blue pastel. There, it said:

Amekasa, I have finally caught something--two somethings.

One is a red umbrella to defeat your blue.

The other is the courage to say that I love you.

-------------------------------Kallik's Note-----------------------------

Yeah, I don't own anything. And yes, I now ship the Lady Without Her Umbrella and Fisherman after writing this. Also, forgive me if there are a few errors. I've only watched walkthroughs, since my parents don't like downloading games. I think. 

And also, it's based off of an Ib confession... I can't find the link. Happy reading!

Heh...

Just wanted to say, sorry for making this blog seem inactive. I promise I'm working on a little story, it just takes a while.

Like, a bit more while.

So...

Who's ever heard of the game Ib? *Cough Cough*Foreshadowing*Cough Cough*