#sayo here!

[peachducy]

Umitober Day 4 - Letter

"Um... Is... that all of them?"

[jichanxo]

Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head / They ain't ever been safe ones

[leviaana]

me, rewatching yet another dumb ahh show from my childhood: Im gonna pick one character to be so obsessed over and start bitching about it when ppl don’t like said character

[mylittlemiyaomeow]

My response to some Reddit thread about whether or not Beatrice is trans.

Technically no, but it feels pretty heavily implied that Sayo's sex before the accident was male. For one, Episode 5 refers to "The man from 19 years ago". People really like to forget that one. For two, I feel like you wouldn't be able to survive the kind of cliff-falling injuries needed to prevent the production of estrogen. However, when it comes to people assigned male at birth, their reproductive system is pretty much all on the outside, so it's much easier to survive that.

But since Sayo was raised as a girl, she isn't technically trans. But calling her trans is an understandable oversimplification. Like, there's a flag for transness you can make edits out of, but not a flag for "I was amab but I was also dropped off a cliff as a baby and my reproductive system is fucked so I was raised female and when I didn't go through female puberty I had a crisis over it". Actually remind me to repost this ramble to Tumblr so someone can make a shitpost flag out of it (that's a thing people do there).

As for Beatrice... Beatrice is an idealized version of Sayo, which would probably involve being afab. However, as an extension of Sayo, you can also oversimplify her as trans in the same way.

[gaumibear]

Rainy Hydrangeas 🌧💙

[melonkittii]

sat up in a cold sweat and panicked because i needed to draw every bandori girl from memory. try and guess my favourite from each band you surely cannot

[books-are-my-life-stuff]

"Are you going to help that person from the Ghost Tribe? In that case, I'll go too. I'll be by your side wherever you go."

Kitaro Tanjou: Gegege no Nazo - Sayo Ryuuga (Pink Kimono)

[absurdly-overpowered-astronaut]

My life has become ooo this song reminds me of the umineko culprit I should rewind it to think about them more

ooo this song is cool how can I make this about the umineko culprit

aww this is a good song wish I could make it about the umineko culprit

[angeban]

[markzuccsvulturemoat]

Worst part about rereading umineko is that shannon, unprompted, will say the most out of pocket stuff. She is destroying me

[starfilled-galaxy]

gh seeing anything to do with that fucking... dnd thing my moots are doing makes me so. hurt ><

...putting under cut to spare your dashes bc this vent is long but... i want it to be read please

it hurts so bad. so so bad. it makes me nauseous

my dream my dream my dream my dream my dream my dream

it was my dream. my dream. ever since i found out ab dnd it was my fucking dream to do a campaign with FRIENDS!!! People I actually knew and cared about!!!

and yet... years passed. none of my friends knew about dnd, or cared, or was willing to put in the effort

my interest died

and now i finally got that chance. finally. for once

but its been so long. its been so so long since that was my wish. i had given up hope completely

ive forgotten how to play. ive lost interest. lost interest in the beauty that is playing

and oh i would love to respark that interest

but no.... no....

YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING WAIT FOR ME!!!!! YOU WERE GOING SO FAST, DECIDING EVERYTHING WITHOUT WAITING FOR MY FUCKING INPUT!!!!

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR YEARS AND YOU DON'T CARE TO CONSIDER ME? YOU DON'T CARE TO WAIT FOR ME TO MAKE THE PERFECT CHARACTER THE PERFECT SHEET THE PERFECT BACKSTORY THE PERFECT SET UP!?

I'VE WANTED THIS FOR SO LONG!!!!! AND YOU DIDN'T FUCKING WAIT FOR ME!!!!!!!!! EVEN BEFORE THE DRAMA IN THE SERVER EVEN BEFORE ASPEN TOOK OVER AND BLEW UP AT YOU I STILL FELT ENTIRELY LEFT BEHIND!!!!!!!!!

AND NOW YOU START IT AGAIN. AND SOMEONE ASPEN (AND THUS I) CAN'T HELP BUT HATE WITH MY ENTIRE BEING IS DMING. AND YOU... YOU DONT CARE

NONE OF YOU CARED ABOUT HOW I'D FEEL IN THIS. NONE OF YOU CARED THAT I HAD BEEN WAITING FOREVER!!!!! I WANTED THIS FOR SO LONG AND NONE OF YOU CARED TO LET ME HAVE IT MY WAY?? CAN'T YOU BE FUCKING PATIENT!!!!!!

YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME TIME TO PROCESS. I FELT SO OVERWHELMED AND SCARED AND LEFT IN THE DUST

AND YOU DIDNT. EVEN. INVITE ME TO THE NEW ONE

Honestly that last part is probably the least of my issues though. You've already made it clear enough that you don't give a FUCK about waiting for me. Fuck you fuck all of you. I don't care I wasn't invited, clearly I'd mess everything up because none of you cared enough to Let Me Do It My Way

I deserved it my way. I had been waiting for that opportunity for years. And you didn't care. None of you cared

I just feel so. so hurt. It feels like I've been stabbed through the stomach with a sword....

You didn't.... you didn't care...........

[crescentmoonrider]

Hands

"He did not know who she was, would not remember her face once he woke up. Even now, trapped inside of memories he didn’t own anymore, he barely recognized her features. Her hands though, he knew as intimately as the shrapnel they had pulled from his shoulder. Soft and delicate, perfectly manicured, closed tight around Mizuki’s neck with a strength that wasn’t human anymore." For the prompt : Strangling [ @badthingshappenbingo ]

read on AO3

or under the Read More, I'm not your boss

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Her hands were soft, delicate, obviously unused to manual labour. Nails perfectly manicured, with a subtle, transparent polish. She wanted to be pretty, wanted to be the little lady she was expected to be, play that role to perfection, find what little happiness in it that she could.

Oh, those were such small hands, so unsuited for the gruesome task her accursed fate had pushed her towards.

What a precious child. A little treasure, dressed in beautiful silks, shining eyes so full of deserved rage at her world.

At Mizuki.

He did not know who she was, would not remember her face once he woke up. Even now, trapped inside of memories he didn’t own anymore, he barely recognized her features.

Her hands though, he knew as intimately as the shrapnel they had pulled from his shoulder. Soft and delicate, perfectly manicured, closed tight around Mizuki’s neck with a strength that wasn’t human anymore. He couldn’t feel the ground under his feet, so strong she was, so high she held him up in all her broken hopes and rage.

She hated this world she was born into, and it deserved all the fire and blood she brought onto it.

She hated Mizuki, too, in those last moments. He deserved it.

He deserved so much more still.

She deserved so much more, deserved the world, deserved a place to live that wouldn’t dull her shine, wouldn’t taint her hands and soul in blood far too much like her own.

Ah, Mizuki’s hands were so cold now, so numb. Blood pulsed loudly inside his ears, his skull, his face warm and his throat so sore already.

Her eyes were starting to blur in front of him, melting into such a beautiful ember, highlighted by the fire around them. Mizuki couldn’t make out her face anymore. He knew she was crying anyway, even as her sobs were drowned out by the gurgles and the screams and the crackling fire.

Drowned out by the thumping in Mizuki’s head. The high-pitched noise that could only be heard from the inside of his brain, emerging from his windpipe and into his bones, into his ears, the blood flowing inside of him sounding like the stream he had spent an evening at, listening to truths that sounded so much like the tales of his grandmother, just as much as he listened to the rippling of water against the bedrock.

Who was it that told him these, again ?

Just as the pain of her hands, of her rage, of his sins, was starting to fade, replaced by sweet oblivion and the end of his self, she dropped him.

Mizuki’s lungs burned as he came to at S̶̛͍̺̘̳̜̠̙̟̤̝͆̓̄̒̕͜ä̷̮̟̳̗̩̑̆͊̽̀̀̚͝ÿ̴̡̙͙̯́͐̄̈ö̷̧̯́̐̇̋̍̎̄̍́̂’s screams of agony – no, as he wakes up to Kitarou’s wailing.

He coughs. Feels his knuckles creak as he unwinds them from his own throat. Feels the fire inside his lungs strengthen as air starts to fill them again.

They’re not the right hands, he thinks. Too rough, too big.

He wonders for an instant why this thought would ever come to mind. But Kitarou is crying and it doesn’t matter what Mizuki thinks of his own hands or his own life, not when he has a child to care for.

He will need to wear a scarf to work again today.

[jichanxo]

subjugate your shame (uncropped under the cut)

i like yasu's face too much here to not post it uncropped....

[minluvly]

hello ‼️ do you want to be moots;;; its nice to have more friends here (also filo ka din ata?? napa "hoy" ka kasi dun sa reblog AHAHAHAHA)

Oo Pinay is me HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Kaya napa close rin ako kay Keisey BWAHAHAHAHAHA

You can call me HANNAH OR Saphhane LOL

Also Keisey and I have a writer DC where we talk sometimes and ask for advice if you want gjsjcjd

[chroniclesmacaque]

Tea time

[image id: Digital ink and watercolor painting on brown toned paper of Sayo from umineko. The color palette is all brown, from dark brown to golden highlights. It features a tea cup seen from above full of tea, with Sayo's reflection in it ans multiple ripples. Sayo's portrait is split between Shannon and Kanon's hairstyles.]

[dumbass-deru]

CW : top surgery scars, blood

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Shkanon doodles.....

And a gruesome corpse.

^

(Which is also a small redraw of one screencap from the anime)