#Eos Talks About:

[christakisbang]

chanlix moments i think about a lot (9/?) - Channie's Room Ep.59

[rockingtheorange]

They're still so Henry and Alex coded🥴✨

RWRB cast at the PrimeFYC panel (by @/jfuentes on ig)

[automatic-purification-system]

Thank You, Magia Record. For Everything

even now, I can't believe that it's really gone. I started playing on NA when it released, and then moved to JP after the english servers shut down. but even before that, I was aware of this game- watching transformation videos and looking up plot synopsis on the wiki.

7 years is a long time. a lot happens. and this game has remained a companion for me throughout the ups and downs of that time

when I thought about what I wanted to do to say goodbye, I wanted to create something big, bold, that'd truly express how much it means to me. But in the end, EOS depression hit hard, so here's a sketch of the mikazuki villa girls instead. I'll probably still create that big piece of artwork sometime.

there's a lot of stuff I still want to create for this fandom, so I won't be going anywhere for a while. plus, I want to finish watching most of the stories that I haven't yet caught up on.

In the end, I guess moving forwards is pretty mundane. something's gone, and I'm gonna be sad about it, but in the meantime there's meals to eat and chores to do and life to live. It's how I think about the villa gang moving forwards after Iroha goes away- moving forwards one step at a time.

I'm not sure if I'll be playing excedera or not- right now the idea seems kind of overwhelming, and I think I'll wait to see more about the gameplay and story to see if I'll be interested.

but for now, thank you, everyone in this fandom who helped turn this madoka gacha game into something truly special and meaningful.

Automatic-Purification-System / AGStudio9

[asimplearchivist]

Do y’all ever think about what was going through Grovyle’s mind at the Passage of Time when he found out about the hero being his partner?🙂I do.

(Click for better quality! And please for the love of God notice the reflection in his eye that I spent far too much time on getting just right😭)

Time lapse below the cut:

[fujii-draws]

Redraws of one of my first dadnoir posts :]!!

EXTRA >:]]

[sincerely-sofie]

*gently places angsty Twig comic in your hands*

There comes a point in healing, sometimes, where you must grieve the child you never got to be, and bury her along with the desperate hope of one day somehow becoming her.

It isn’t fair. And it never will be.

But you grieve the child, still.

[mud-castle]

Sisters ♥

[120percents]

sanji about zoro, episode 982

thinking about how when zoro wakes up in chapter 1052, the first thing he thinks about is indeed…

so he has his sake (while sanji watches him with a suspiciously fond look)

and then, in the face of wondering why he’s clean (and thus making him remember the time he’s been gone), he thinks about his conversation with sanji

and only then does he grab his swords to go reunite with sanji and proclaim the totally normal thought that He Came Back From Hell For Him

so in line with zoro’s rule of threes:

3 ‘s’s… sake, swords and sanji

[billycorn]

What makes a story a tragedy? Death? Is it a tragedy if you die but achieve all you ever wanted regardless?

If the Dark Future hadn't been restored and it's residents had perished, would it be a tragedy or their final victory?

If tragedy is not defined by death, then what? Complete and utter defeat in life. Would that make Dusknoir's story a tragedy? I suppose, but it didn't end there. So, it was a tragedy for a time, but then Grovyle helped Dusknoir's spirit to shine again.

Then, tragedy is defeat, and the knowledge that no one is coming to stand beside you.

The irony being, when someone inevitably reaches out their hand for you, what will you do? Accept the tragedy, the easy ending, or continue to fight?

[glimgilded]

one day i'll finally snap and write my 50 hour long essay video about how pokemon mystery dungeon explorers of sky irreversibly ruined my life

[acourtofquestions]

Lorcan: odds are 500 to 8

Aelin: *pops knuckles* “I got dis” *takes off running towards the demon- army*

Lysandra: *dives into monster swamp*

Elide: did you not hear the part about the odds being FIVE HUNDRED AGAINST US?!?

Aedion: *already half way up a mountain — shrugs*

Dorian: … she said she got dis… so… we good.

Gavriel: I’m still trying to heal 24 years of abandonment issues… this feels like the safe bet to join in…

Manon: *picking at iron nails* I mean I was gonna go kill something anyway

Rowan: I’m following her to the end of the earth so this felt about right.

[oneluckydragon]

got hit with the echo+sora brainrot so i am once more rambling in your askbox about it. because reasons.

anywho i think there is something truly saddening about echo's struggles to make peace within herself and how she truly finds it hard to find that peace when she is so certain that if the truth about her origins were to be revealed to the world, much less to *sora*, everything she achieved, everything she worked for, all of which matters to her most, will crumble away in a moment's notice.

but the fear of losing all your life's work is none compared to the fear of losing sora. the feeling of poison that settled itself within themselves and between each other out of fear and tragedy of what had happened to them is familiar. echo's resemblance to dusknoir was already enough to set the two off because of how much it had all hurt to see someone you love and yourself turn into a mockery and a splitting image of someone who had pretended to care yet showed he never did at all, but this poison is louder. it hurts to bare, to carry, and to have none but yourself to be its sole holder.

but this poison, this feeling of heartache is different. because whereas the previous pain was something both of them felt, sora was lucky enough to not have known the truth about the person who she cares for so dearly.

echo knows that she used to be darkrai. and it haunts her to have known that her previous incarnation was so *cruel*, all for the sake of it just feeling right. wishing to engulf an entire world in darkness, solely for whatever desire she used to have.

and for how much she knows, how much she will hammer it into her own head that she is *not* like that anymore, that she looks at her past with sneer and disgust and that she will not be the barer of evil anymore, it will not matter in the slightest when she will have to look at sora if she were to ever find out.

how afraid, angry and dejected she would look when finding out, and how she will go on the defense/offense because of how much this will overwhelm her.

because when echo looks at her own shadow, she sees herself for what she is. she knows what she is, be it out of shame or guilt.

but when sora will look at it, she will see a tall, contorting and menacing shadow, towering over with a bright cyan eye doing nothing but looking at her, as if tempting her to make the next move.

and she defends herself. from someone she knows will not harm her. she raises her arms up in self defense from a hand that would never hurt her more than the world has already did.

she knows echo will not hurt her. and thats why she is afraid.

Oh my oh my OH MY, Sinnoh!!! YES YES YES!

HOW!!! IN THE WORLD!!! Are you so good at crawling into my head and creating these vivid analysis/snippets on my OCs??? I've barely shared ANY information about Echo and Sora because I've been wanting to hoard most of my stuff for when my fic is finally finished... but... I think you've broken my resolve a bit, if I'm entirely honest.

You know what? I'm so inspired by your accuracy and eagerness to talk about my girls that I'm gonna forgo my crippling anxiety regarding my writing skills and instead post a snippet of my WIP fic here as a treat for you. A teaser, if you will. Since I have no idea when the fic in question will actually be done and ready (or when I will be satisfied with it, cause the thing is currently 36,000 words and still slowly climbing). And now you've got me eager to share SOMETHING of my fic with you and anyone that might want to take a peek at it.

Please enjoy this conversation between Dusknoir and Echo. The topic deals a lot with what you'd described up above!! c:

[Note: this is an unedited part of my fic because I am still in the process of writing and it may change in the future, so please be gentle w/ me but I'd love to read any thoughts/comments that pop up while reading!! pls send asks or replies or anything really cause I love you guys]

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“I’m going to tell you something now, and you are going to listen.” Echo commands with a sharp bite in her voice that Dusknoir cannot fathom ignoring. He pauses and then offers a slow nod, waiting, wondering what she could possibly desire to tell him at a time like this, of all things.

Minutes pass as Echo remains rooted in place, still as her own shadow, and her eyes dart around as she stares at the patches of dry grass and sand beneath her paws. Her claws clench and unclench, digging into the earth like daggers as the wind of the forest (it’s trees so close, just behind them, a looming sort of presence that could engulf them whole) whistles through the surrounding branches, carrying stray leaves of many bright greens through the chilling breeze. Dusknoir watches them dance around Echo, twirling, floating down, down, down… but it’s quiet, too quiet, and Dusknoir feels a shiver pass through him when Echo’s voice finally rings out through the silence.

"When I evolved, Sora was petrified," She says, nearly a whisper, an admission that melts away her confidence and appears to bring her a flood of both shame and regret. Her face twists up then, strangely, like she’d felt a twinge of pain from somewhere deep inside the very fabric of her own soul and was unable to quell it. "She couldn’t even bring herself to look at me most days. At first, my appearance… well, it reminded her too much of you. And eventually of someone I used to be.”

Someone I used to be. At that, Dusknoir’s immediate reaction is to recall Echo’s previous life as a human, as the miserable shell of a creature surviving alongside Grovyle that he’d relentlessly hunted in the dark future. A human made of contempt and anger and apathy, who never smiled or laughed or cried or screamed like the old legends said humans would-- an entity that simply existed rather than lived. An echo of a life long dead and buried. But, judging by her tone, by her voice, by some uneasy intuition itching in the back of his mind like a swarm of pestilent Ninjask… he knows that she means something else entirely. Something that she isn’t willing to share. And frankly, that concept utterly terrifies him.

Someone I used to be. Dusknoir wants to speak, to break his own silence, wants to ask the myriad of questions bubbling up in his throat because this isn't the first time she's hinted at another life beyond being human, but those questions die at the source like a flame doused in water. And always the coward, coward, coward, instead he takes the easy way out by doing nothing at all. Whether Echo notices his surge of inner conflict or not-- the nervous wring of his hands and the tremble in his spine that he cannot control under her gaze-- she does not react.

“I’d take a step and Sora would flinch away.” Echo confesses, her markings flickering with light before going dark and dead, as if her body wished to snuff them out entirely, a deep seated rejection, a self-loathing so strong that Dusknoir cannot help but recognize it and empathize, and his heart aches, “It took ages for her to stop shaking when I’d speak. To stop looking at me like-- like I was going to…” 

Echo grimaces like she’s enduring waves of grueling torture and doesn’t finish that string of thought, but it’s not hard to make an educated guess on what went unsaid. Like I was going to betray her. Hurt her. Break her heart. She’s been through so much already and I couldn’t bear to be another influence in the history of her suffering. I hate myself because of how I made her feel. When her eyes went wide in fear and through them I could see myself staring back like some sort of burden, some sort of curse.

“I am not my past.” Proud and true, Echo straightens up and holds her head high, a spark igniting in her eyes, a glint of determination, a will to keep going and going despite such circumstances and strife, despite this horrid, unspeakable past that haunts her so, “And I am definitely not you. It’s taken a while, but I know that much now. I’ve accepted it.”

I am not my past. And I am definitely not you.

A sigh, a breath, and Echo glances at him with a certain sorrow that cannot be described, a sorrow that lingers even through the veil of her tenacity, "But no matter how I feel, no matter my conviction, my shadows still find ways through the cracks. Every time I think I'm getting a grip and that I might finally understand myself… I change all over again." She admits, sounding more angry and tired than defeated now-- like a mirror of her old self, her human self that had clawed and damned and cursed him, despised him more than anything. "I hate it. I hate that I never truly know who I am. That I have to learn about my past through stories others tell me, or through fragments of twisted, broken memories that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Through conflict and pain and… and..."

"Echo," Dusknoir murmurs her name softly, an offering, a potential escape if only she would wish to drop the subject and forget this conversation had ever happened-- if she'd overstepped and needed an excuse to back out, a diversion, an understanding. And briefly, Dusknoir wonders why she is opening up about this particular information, why she would delve into something so vulnerable, so personal. Why she would bring up this hurtful history when it obviously brings her great discomfort.

And then, he gets an answer.

“You’re lucky, Dusknoir." There it is, that wildfire burning in her eyes again. A spark that’s new and bold and startling. But lucky? No, never. He'd have to disagree, accounting the mountain of evidence that was his life and regrettable deeds.

"You already know exactly who you are and what you’ve done, and most importantly why. You have more than a tattered picture of yourself that reflects broken answers. And you can change with that knowledge. I see you trying.” She tells him, searching, looking for something so deeply and Dusknoir wishes he knew what it could be so that he could give it to her, because he would, he would gladly give it to her without a second thought if it meant they could be close again. But he isn’t a fool, and he’s wise enough to know they’ll never be like they were before. “And if somehow I could change, even as half-assed as I have. Well, then what’s your excuse?”

You can do it, say her unspoken words, I believe in you.

[everythingiguess]

Mhok and Day will meet again, and they will not be the same people anymore.

Mhok will meet a Day that is happy and independent and who can live by himself, a person who doesn’t need to be looked after at all times. He will meet a Day that finished his studies despite thinking he would never be able to go back to college. He will meet that Day, and he will know; there will be no need to worry about him because he will meet a Day that has already proven it to the world. Mhok will meet a Day that has been living that way for a while, and nothing bad has happened. Good things have happened instead.

At the same time, Day will meet a Mhok who has taken opportunities, a Mhok who has started to reach his goals and has a better chance at living and trying and moving forward and doing what he loves. Hopefully, he will meet a Mhok who is healing and looking ahead despite the circumstances. And Day will be happy to know he did not hold him back, because Day has always wanted the best for Mhok even if he’s not there to see it.

Mhok and Day will meet again, and they will not be the same people anymore; they will be in a better place. A place where they’ll be able to figure it all out, to get past it, and to hold each other’s hands tightly and get through it together.

[fujii-draws]

@s1nn0hh’s post’s making me realize (even more) how much wasted potential pmd2 Darkrai had. Yknow. The NIGHTMARE Pokémon.

‘Ooooh im going to pretend to be Cresselia and tell h/p to kill themselves’ I think pretending to be Grovyle and saying they failed him in a dream is enough to make them consider jumping off the Bluff.

[sincerely-sofie]

we dont have enough Ark & Kip interaction

therefore, i would like to suggest them fretting over an injured Twig

[aquarterasian]

I think the witch hat atelier girlies and mahopre girlies would be best friends