#I'm thinking about this as if it'll happen LOL

[pemebi]

seeing ur akako and shinichi au makes me so happy, cuz I so much WISH they interacted more (knowing that it'll never happen, the same way I wish kaito and ai interacted more lol) thinking about akako reminded me how she can never cry or she'll lose her magic as a witch, I honestly wished that was explored more orz

I have so many feelings about Akako, like, the whole "Magic and demons are real" thing... like, that's... that's a big thing? I know Kaito manga have similar vibes to Ranma 1/2 and similar stuff, comedy with some action, if is funny is added, no biggie, but now that Kaito and Conan stories are super intertwined I feel like I can't ignore Akako.

She exists, She can predict stuff, and she has *MAGICAL POWERS* that could kill if she wanted, but prefers to be loved (Even if it is an artificial love) She aggressively likes Kaito, and acts all evil but in the end, she helps him, She doesn't like Aoko but plays silly pranks on her (Well, at least in one chapter where she teaches Aoko a silly spell) and that needs to feel loved by everyone, I find that super sad, like, she needs to use a spell because she doesn't believe anyone can love as she is, or maybe it is just a silly gag and I'm reading too much

Idk, most stories and fanfics use her to move the story to a more fantastic setting (I like that too!) but I find her as a person to be interesting, like a Character in the wrong story, misplaced but wanting to fit anyway, even if is via force. Like someone who wants to be super cool but in reality, is not

I wanted to make a cool doodle but I guess I'm a bit ded, hahaha

I'm sorry Akako, I decided to give you ShinichiPhobia because it is funny.

But I promise Shinichi is a cutie

[keeps-ache]

there are a couple changes i would make to the keyboard if i could:

wiggly exclamation mark

bleeding heart emoji

varying snake emojis (more poses would be fun)

question mark with a little heart for the dot bc, well,

more explosions

and that is all thank you

[tathrin]

This story is 100% tumblr’s fault so I feel like I ought to post it here, too. It was written in one quick two hour word-deluge, so hopefully it’s not too riddled with typos or other issues. Either way: I feel like it’s what tumblr deserves, because it’s tumblr that made it happen.

A story where Gimli died before they could sail to Valinor, but Legolas refused to accept their being parted. Or: Eurydice looks lovely in a beard, no?

Gimli had no idea how Legolas had managed this. One moment he had been sleeping the slow, stoney dreams of a dwarf awaiting the ending of all things; the next, his Maker had been drawing him up from his stone bed and helping him stumble into legs that had long ago forgotten how to walk across a long stone floor and up a short staircase to a hall of darkness and stars, a hall where his elf was waiting for him.

"Legolas!" Gimli cried. He tried to run but stumbled over stiff, unfamiliar feet and went down to hands and knees. The stone was not cold beneath his hands, but it felt as though it should have been; perhaps it was his hands that were too cold to tell.

"Hush," said a voice that shimmered in Gimli's mind like ithildin. "Enough. The boon is granted; the rules are set. Do not try our patience further."

Legolas stood with his head bowed and his face turned away, but Gimli had known him at once; would have known him at a glance, just from the way he stood (his feet so light upon the ground, slender body never quite still, like a bird poised ever on the edge of flight atop a thin branch); or the curve of his strong and slender arms at his side like a long bow; or the glimmer of his hair in the darkness, so much richer than any gold that mortal hands might forge. Gimli had run those smooth, heavy locks through his hands often enough that he could almost feel them even now, with the whole great hall between them; could almost smell the rain-crisp scent of fresh leaves that those fair locks somehow bore even in the dead of a cold and bitter winter.

"What boon?" Gimli asked. He was ashamed to hear his voice tremble, but he told himself that it was not fear that caused the tremor; his throat was merely dusty with disuse, like his stiff legs and unsteady feet. That was all; it was not fear. "What rules? Legolas?"

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[not-from-amazon]

The urge to animate a ddlc fanmade song but uhh with composers-🗿

[quietzap]

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[running-in-the-dark]

got a new hard drive (had to, no space left 😔), so I'm using that as a reason to completely reorganise my files (mostly shows, movies etc)

I'm having such a good time 💖

[emometalhead]

Things I'm putting on my personal Bingo card for my Eras Tour concert:

• I will cry 3+ times

• I will cry through the entirety of the surprise songs

• My dad will only sing along to I Knew You Were Trouble and You Need To Calm Down

• My dad will purposefully sing the wrong lyrics to I Knew You Were Trouble

• I will break a nail or severely chip the polish

• I'm going to trip, but not completely fall, on stairs at the stadium

[meezer]

my therapist seems kind of appalled and malding a little bit that I am not in a relationship and refuse to actively seek one out. it's okay though it's fine like genuinely water off a duck's back what she thinks of my celibacy. it's just annoying.

[aceghosts]

An update on how it's going:

[keeps-ache]

could be cool !!

[twogoliathbeetles]

for a lot of people i know the experience is very angsty and you don't actually want to die, so it's very difficult, but that's just not my experience at all... the happier i am the more likely i am to be suicidal, and the closer i get to doing it. when i was younger i was definitely suicidal because of depression or whatever but that's not how i feel anymore. anyway i tried to look up if this is a common experience and i can't find ANYTHING written by other people who feel this way at all. they were all articles about how you might fake being happy for other people to not feel bad for you... it's like. i'm not that nice a person, i just genuinely feel joy and suicidality together. i think the joy comes first. idk where this post is going. maybe it's a bit like a mixed state bipolar episode except i'm neither severely depressed nor manic? i don't feel unwell at all, and i don't want to pathologise something that's just a normal emotional experience for me, but that's the closest description i can find of it.

[rosielav]

Do ever draw something and think mm. Good shapes. :)

[running-in-the-dark]

my (virtual) meeting with my thesis advisor is in... 7 hours. I'm sort of almost finished writing the exposé that I was supposed to write. sort of. I'll probably need another hour or two until I feel okay enough about it to actually get any sleep.

unfortunately my left arm is realllly starting to hurt and I can't lift it much anymore (thanks to the covid booster I got today). hopefully I'll get it done anyway. and hopefully the pain won't be so bad that I can't sleep.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

since i won’t be able to finish my nanami oneshot today, here is a little snippet because. i really wanted to lol:

Suddenly, Kento was seventeen again, screaming and crying and cursing into the night, the only half of Yu’s body that was intact dangling from his shoulders (he could still feel that weight even now—so light and lifeless, but the heaviest thing he’s ever carried). Suddenly, he was seventeen again and Suguru was seventeen, his hands and conscience painted with blood, gone without a goodbye. Suddenly, Kento was seventeen again and Shoko was seventeen and she gave him his first drink and for the first time, Kento knew how it felt to be numb to it all.

And suddenly, he was seventeen again and Satoru was seventeen, his annoying upperclassman that he secretly looked up to, wanted to be like, wished he was as strong as. And Kento was a child and Satoru was a child (they were all children) and Satoru was there. And Kento wished he was a bit braver, just enough so he could have accepted Satoru’s offer of a hug, took his hand, clung to him, cried on his shoulder while he still had the chance…

If he were a braver man, he would have, maybe even now. Then, maybe he would have never left—maybe then he wouldn’t have been alone the past four years, drinking himself into oblivion every night because it was the only way to forget. If he were braver, stronger, he would have answered Satoru’s calls.

But Kento was still not that man—he was still a scared teenage boy stumbling back to campus with his best friend’s mutilated corpse hanging off his shoulders.

[viulus]

So I guess I'm officially fixating on P5/Goro Akechi again 💀

[ybcpatrick]