#pls do not reply tho.

[onnoffwrites]

After recent events, I ended up going back to the beginning to check things, because my first reaction will always be "wtf, this is shit, why would you do this" and my second reaction will always be "okay maybe that was a bit much, maybe he's not THAT bad, maybe has a good reason-

Okay.. that doesn't rly mean anything, maybe she's just worried kaito found something he shouldn't-

Okay.. okay this looks, well maybe he's just leaving some recordings in case kaito found something he shouldn't! It's not like they can hide it forever! The room is part of the house! Kaito lives in the house-

Excuse me... What did .. what did you say...? Wha

What do you mean "designed"?

What??? What do you MEAN "designed to open after 8 years"???

I have been angry since April 12th and I've reached a point where I don't even know what to feel anymore I don't even know what to tell y'all.

Like, wow, omg, movie reveals. Other than family relations, the other thing isn't exactly anything new. We've all read Midnight Crow. We saw Kaitou Corbaeu. We've been in denial until finally reaching acceptance. For me at least. And then we spend a few years bargaining, bc surely there's a good reason kaitos not in the know. That kaito has to be KID. Surely there's a reason? Right?

Right???

At this point we don't even truly know if Jii is in the know and was acting as planned out by the parents or not. Or if he's just like kaito. Tricked, lied to, played for fools. At the very least ginzo doesn't know, so there's that. Not sure how much that would help kaito when he inevitably finds out. Because he will. The fact remains that it's quite suspicious that Jii just so happen to choose to don the KID outfit and become KID to draw out toichis murderers exactly 8 years after toichis death. EXACTLY the same amount of time that was set for that trap door portrait to open to kaito.

There's a lot of implications to think about

[moonkhao]

hi.

[paulmccartneyexplodingonstage]

i feel myself thinking “hey guys maybe don’t be weird to sean about beatles rpf? that’s kinda gross.” and then i think “he did just post the most conservative brain rot fox news woke mob bullshit you’ve ever seen in your life.” so….maybe this is divine retribution actually

[simminginstars]

OC evolution tag: Mila

Top left was like 2019 when i had my other alpha account ;') 5 yrs ago, then took a massive break from the sims then fast forward to 2024 & we are maxis turned now and i had her files saved on a old USB :')

thanks for the tag @flovoid

my introverted self tags anyone who wants to do this, it's nice to reflect :)

[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.

[acadieum]

hellooo ive also been following u since 2018 i was 14 then and im 20 now lmfao and ur one of the only ppl on tumblr i regularly remember to check the blog of bc ur art style has always been one of if not my favs across fandoms <3

omfg..... i know im only like a couple yrs older than u rn but U WERE SO YOUNG OMG??? AND NOW YOU'RE 20!?!?!? thats nuts???

BUT WAAAA YOU'RE SO SWEET ;___; <33 that means so much to me esp since i dipped in activity for a while there but i appreciate hearing that sm you have no idea 😭😭😭💛💛💛

[gotchibam]

Took a bit of break from commissions to draw a lil fanart for a game called Meg’s Monster ;w;

There’s not much content for it yet since the game was just released a couple weeks ago sooo I felt compelled to make something for it! These 3 were particularly my favorite and got me crying towards the end ;_;

If you love games like Undertale then consider giving this one a try! There’s a free demo available of it on steam that you can play 👍 Just be prepared for the emotional roller coaster in advance!!

[scionshtola]

looks better with the same hair but. not a lot. to me.

[autistic-katara]

yooooo guys can u send me a number between 1 and 113 and i’ll give u a song from my playlist and tell u what character(s)/ship(s) i relate it to

[prisonpodcast]

Being a dsmp fan is great because there’s so much old content I haven’t seen/watched before like I just got recommended this old Tommy vod that’s just him Jschlatt and Dream in a call discussing compilation channels and it was really interesting

[neonwizardheehee]

Hey if you like 2000s emo rock with some 80s spice to it, there's a song that your url reminded me of cause the song sounds neon to me. It's called Cité Phosphore by Standing Waltz ^_^

O M G that song is such a BANGER - how come everytime u recommand me a song i have my brain chemistry alterd? pls drop your playlist your taste is amazing and i so want more of that XD

but srsy i want to inject the vibe into my bones rn - wouldn't have guessed the song is from the 2000s for it has such 80s vibes too??? but it is amazing ahhhh

[sacredpit]

↳               @praeteritus-memories ,   continued from   here .     🍒

    to   no extent   had kakyoin expected that so significant a tenderness would bloom in his chest upon making giorno’s acquaintance ,   especially since he’d come to italy for work .   over a decade has passed since the momentous events of his egyptian escapade ,   &   in that time ,   he has learned more about his true self than ever had been previously apparent   ━━━━   become more of himself   than ever he had been before .   but one aspect of his being that has yet to fully emerge from its chrysalis is his reluctance to open himself up to others ;   many pensive hours has he sat beside his inner child in   healing silence ,   hoping to unravel ,   thread by thread ,   the tightly - wound shroud in which he’d enswathed himself for protection ,   as if hierophant’s tendrils had coiled ’round his too - soft body like an unbreakable cocoon .

perhaps that had been a necessary response to the   corroding heartache   of a childhood spent entirely alone .   yet ,   he has managed to make a home for himself on   the other side ,   now ,   &   the white - knuckled grip he’s maintained on the latch to free his heart from its cage doesn’t serve him so well anymore .   how ironic a tragedy that   letting go   is this difficult ,   but as a man that has survived   the unfathomable ,   kakyoin is not so inclined to think of it as a mountain he cannot summit .   even the slackening of one knuckle at a time is still progress .

even so ,   there was something he saw in giorno early on that rendered his heart’s   immaculate camouflage   futile ,   exposing the softness tucked beneath layers   &   layers of armor without so much as an honest effort .   perhaps he saw himself in giorno ,   &   perhaps that extended to him the ability to perceive the lonely child hiding at the core of the strong   &   straight - shouldered   force of nature   that brought an entire syndicate to its knees .   how could he behold that   &   allow himself to become another person that   abandons him ?? 

the embrace is as warm as the venetian summer ,   or maybe warmer still ,   &   the loving width of kakyoin’s smile encapsulates a disposition just the same as his arms anchor tightly around giorno’s smaller frame .   as much as he’s   dreaded   having to bid giorno farewell   (   distance can be so cruel ;   how   unfortunate   that the heart can leave pieces of itself all over the world   ) ,   moments like this are precious enough to quell the sinking feeling in his abdomen ,   leaving a comforting reminder that   not even eight thousand kilometers   can make strangers of them in its wake .  

“   i don’t just mean for practical things ,   ”   he says ,   straightening his back just enough to look at the boy in his arms ,   “   though that’s important ,   of course .   but for anything ,   even if you just need someone to talk to .   ”   a lavender gaze is devastatingly soft as it meets the blueish emeralds reflecting off of it in a deepening gradient ,   &   in the back of his mind ,   kakyoin curses the throb in his chest   &   the pressure building behind his eyes .   his husband would surely say he is being dramatic ,   &   maybe he is ,   but his ever - growing affinity for the golden - haired boy cannot be helped .

“   i know that you’re a busy young man ,   but if you just want to talk about your day ,   or tell me about any cute boys in your life ,   ”   his smile grows a little with that remark ,   the teasing glint to his eye twinkling like a sky full of stars ,   “   i’d be happy to listen .   ”   

the raising of a slender wrist   &   hierophant’s tugging back of a linen sleeve reveals the face of kakyoin’s watch ,   prompting a slight pout .   oh ,   fuck it .    sure ,   he’s eager to return home to his family   (   this is the longest he’s been away since jouta was born   ) ,   but giorno has become family ,   too .   “   say ,   giogio   ━━━━   it seems i don’t have to be at the airport for another few hours ,   ”   he says ,   ruby - hued lashes fanning out between scarred lids as his eyes become smiling crescents .   “   i think that gives us just enough time for one more adventure .   i still haven’t gotten to try amarena gelato ,   &   that’s just unfair .   ”

[jackdup]

timmer's relationship with handsome jackhole is literally just the equivalent to an abusive ex; it's like . . . he wants to forget about him and wants to just move on with his life but yknow °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° >decade's worth of time both being around the guy and having to pretend to be the guy means that so much of his personality is now directly tied to that experience

so, naturally, jack haunts his thoughts a lot (and congratulations, jack; i'm sure you'd be thrilled) jack comes up in conversation more than tim wants him to, but it's that case of "i have soooo much to complain about hold on--" and just word-vomiting for hours about the insanity (which just in turn makes him look obsessed with the bastard)

timmy's caught in a place of not knowing who he is anymore and feeling like jack's basically infected him so badly that he now literally possesses a lot of jack's traits—so do those traits just make up timothy now, or does he need to shake them off to actually find the sucker beneath them? do they count as his personality, now?? or just remnants of all that acting he had to do for so long?

basically just . . . boy doesn't know who the hell he is and will struggle for a long time to ever shake off the influence jack had on him, so ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿) we ball!!

[lannisterdaddyissues]

who's calling death the wolf toxic? is it the x reader community i bet it's the x reader community

it’s them for sure but also people in the ao3 tag are writing death/puss fics where he’s acting like a stalker or a toxic boyfriend and i’m just standing here like 🧍‍♂️

to me he is so vanilla aside from all the murders like i just know that he takes up crocheting as a hobby when he is not out reaping souls

which isn’t to say i don’t like the stalker/toxic bf dynamic bc i read them anyway and enjoy them (put the orange cat in situations, heh) i just don’t think they’re as true to his character LOL

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

what if hajime and komaeda and chiaki stayed up late at night and researched everything they could about komaedalovemail and now as a running gag for every halloween komaeda dresses up as one of the mods

this year, he's going as mod 12 so he's just gonna put on eyeliner and blue surgical gloves lolz

I don’t know what the mods look like but I sure hope one is a make up influencer so that he can unironically look like this one year:

[byanyan]

...staring at my drafts and realizing i should perhaps consider pausing on answering ask prompts to start getting caught back up on those instead bc the number is back in the 40s & i just found a starter i completely forgot about bc it got lost on the second page :x