#imitationknife

[everyone-needs-a-hoopoe]

us hanging out

BRO THIS IS US HANGING OUT...............................

[murderbot]

dude this thing has other colors

where the fuck is the option to make those gradients and shit though all i have are ^ those

WTF THIS THING HAS OTHER COLOURS

I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW YOU DID THS BUT I AM IMPRESSED

[oneirocartographer]

🎵!

number 14 – the garages [bandcamp link]

“Raise the dead” That’s what they said But we know it’s not so simple, you see When the team Completes the dream Who will be left unseen? When she passed away Those of us who had to stay Don’t know what she’s seen in the underland So how could we doom one of the band?

[birdnormal]

cyan, pastel green, brown, yellow (writing) =)

friendly laser exchange between pals :)

[thelovevirus]

oo pom x kumi!

hey we’re both outcasts lets kiss

[krispdreemurr]

imitationknife replied to your post “what if -au where all monsters are very large; kris barely comes up to...”

both

they fluctuate wildly in size

[cosmicclaxon]

Artfight attack for @imitationknife!

[phantom-bleu]

imitationknife replied to your post: “Well in the japanese translation roguef-” Get your phone out right...”:

none of these ppl even source the claim that roguefort uses masculine language in japanese & i've had the experience before where the same ppl do shit like claim using "watashi" is female exclusive so it rlly is just like. already a bad take but also might not even be based on anything in the japanese version

Yeah u are right like the problem is 90% of the english fanbase has like. zero fluency in japanese and just take another persons word for stuff like this even tho japanese pronouns (from what i know Lol) arent very reliable anyway and working out the gender of ppl is more based on context clues than their pronouns. Like i have only heard One person name the pronoun roguefort actually supposedly uses in the jpn version is kare but thats still used for both masc and fem people so like. Its a mess and nobody really knows

[vgfmart]

A couple of sprites for Art Fight, feat. @imitationknife ‘s Lily (left) and Whi’s character Mero (right).

[aloecookie]

aloe MAY not have rights, but DOES have my LOVE

AND THAT’S ALL YOU NEED BABEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[everyone-needs-a-hoopoe]

💖 sends u a heart bc i love u and also 4 trainer card

maybe a weird one??? i don’t know your pokes mans...

you get to be albert the trainer. i do not know who albert is

[murderbot]

magic pipi

never forget magic pepe

[pokemonblack2white2nintndods2k12]

🍄 =o?

your pokémon best friend is

porygon2!

[birdnormal]

[impersonation] mrr

mrrp

[thelovevirus]

nerd

nerd

[krispdreemurr]

did u ever talk abt shadow kris confrontation 👀 and if u have, what abt for the other kids

It takes a shape they only saw glimpses of, in the dark. Silver armor, shining in the red light glowing through their chest (the light that turns everything else wan and thin). A sword gripped in their hand, ready. A smile they’ve never worn.

It stands before a pulpit, smiling, smiling, smiling, illuminated in gold. “Behold,” it says, almost laughing. Its voice is clear, flawless. It fills the room. “The legends made real - the Angel, incarnate in flesh! Their Will, made manifest!”

“Really?” Kris says, folding their arms. (Ignoring Susie and Noelle, somewhere distantly behind them, bound and still in the shadow’s magic.) They feel--tired. Nothing but tired.

“Why not?” The other laughs again, shrugging. Behind it, the stained glass gives it wings. “We could be. At the least, we’re a legend, a hero. Aren’t we? The Dark World welcomed us, treated us as a savior - isn’t that what we always wanted? To be special, to be important? To be at least half as good as Azzy?”

They flinch, a little, despite themselves. “Don’t--don’t say his name.” They shrug. “Besides, it--it’s messed up. I’m possessed. That’s. That’s not right.” Their tongue is clumsy, their voice scratchy and hoarse. It’s swallowed up by the radiant silence of the church.

“And why?” The thing smiles, smiles, smiles. “Isn’t that a small enough cost to pay? To be wanted, to be needed? To be liked?” Its grin goes crooked, its expression suddenly all too familiar. “Come on. Without the Angel, or whatever it is, you think we could have done any of this?”

“I... I helped Susie, I could, could have... done more...”

“Sure. Because you liked her so much before.” The thing rolls its eyes, smile slipping. “Come on. On our own, we would have messed everything up. We never would have been heroes. What do you think Ralsei would have thought of us? Azzy left the first chance he got, what makes you think someone you don’t even know would have liked you, much less put up with you immediately thinking of him as a brother--”

“So... So what?” They shake their head. “I know all this. I know I’m p-pathetic, and stupid. I know all that. But I. It’s my life, and I get to live it. I made that choice. It’s mine.”

“Oh?” The thing tilts its head, glancing--past them. “And what do you two think?”

Kris’ blood runs cold. “Don’t... This is between me and you.”

“C’mon.” It grins, and the expression on their face is--pathetic. Broken. Someone desperately faking and failing. “We ‘live our lives’ so long as no one’s looking. So long as it’s in the dead of night, without even our mom knowing that we exist. So we get to play at rebellion, play at our big self-defiant act, and in the morning when it talks to Susie and our mom and everyone they still see it and not us. So we can keep playing at being the hero.”

Kris glances back, shaking. Susie’s expression is--unreadable, strange, but Noelle’s is all too familiar.

Pity.

“You think they’ll still think well of us, knowing all this?” the thing says, behind them. “Knowing that we’re so pathetically desperate for them to like us that we let ourselves get possessed? Knowing we hid all this because we knew that if they caught even a glimpse of how needy we were, they’d run just like Azzy did, ignore us like mom, pity us like dad--”

“Shut up,” Kris says, and their voice catches.

“Let it take us,” the thing says, soft. “Let it rewind back before this. Let it have our life. We don’t deserve it. And nobody will even know to miss us. I know that’s what we really want.”

“You’re--” They stutter, stumble. “You’re. Not me.”

The world flares, golden, red, the light through the windows is blinding and they’re falling backwards, backwards, through honey-golden light--

They see wings flare wide, a red heart with white wings flanking it. They see a pathetic, clumsy shape beneath, a crudely-made marionette with a prop sword glued to its hand and a smile painted on its face.

It looks, they think dully in the moment before they unconscious, happier than they ever have.