#d.a

[such-a-daydreamer]

Probably gonna make an official Darkness Above blog so I can just dump all these designs, but until then enjoy the revamped mettaton design

I was originally gonna have him be classical mettaton colours, but it didn't feel right, y'know? I ended up playing around with the colours and found that I liked this palette the best

Ref sheets

Also I didn't mean for that one pic to be so 😳 but like, I ain't complainin'

[otratristecancionolvidada]

Los colores de mi corazón 💙 azul para las lagrimas 🖤 negro para las noches

[jesterpenetrate-irl]

i have. quastions. bcuz this stuff is surprisingly difficult to find info on

are there any da/irl community tags?

why is irl the more popular term? why is da considered controversial or whatever?

IS irl inclusive of non-delusional identities like ive seen some people say? or is it delusion based?

[bluepersonproblems]

21. IDK. Writer. D.A

L'esprit de l'escalier

Words I never got to write the first time around.

Here lie all the thoughts I have throughout the day, which I try to write down, but I don't and end up forgetting them, and then I try to write them in my journal from memory, but I just can't.

21 - I am to turn 21 this year and it scares me a lot.

IDK - I have no idea what I am doing. All I know is that I breathe and wish not to.

Writer - It sounds an insult to all the writers out there if I am to call myself one but here we are.

D.A - Took me three days to come up with the initials only for them to be my own name in the end.

I am barely a human who writes poems, love songs, letters, musings and more. The tone usually is that of dread but once in a while I am over the moon. You'll get used to it.

With love despair and ink stained kisses.

-D.A

[a-titanium-soul]

he wears a tank pretty good

[actors-manor]

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self? (For Dark, Actor, D.A) -🔮

A black mass writhed in the corner, but Dark stood stock still. His grey hands on the lapels of his black suit jacket, he pulled it down as if to straighten it. To correct a mistake that wasn’t there, as he kept it pristine.

“…Don’t go to the party.” Dark spoke slowly, turning around. Immediately two versions of him split off, one lit a bright, angry red, and another a vibrant, glistening blue. Neither were looking towards you, mere afterimages that Dark elected to ignore.

“Don’t marry Marc!” The red shrieked, slamming it’s arm against the wall, before dissipating.

“Don’t trust them.” The blue hissed, pained, a hand covering it’s face.

It soon too dissipated, the only colors coming from Dark himself, before he cracked his neck, stepping into the shadows. By the way the squirming mass settled, and the temperature picked it up, it seemed as though he had left.

“Well~ Wasn’t that just rude~” A singsongy voice rang out, and bright lights filled the room. They all pointed at one person, wearing a red and black suit, leaning forward on a cane. Damien’s old cane. “With the way he was reacting, you’d think I’d haven’t gave them the best years of their lives~”

Eyes an alarming, glowing crimson, no whites in sight, Actor shot a blinding smile towards you. “But… they’re reacting, it’s not, ah, totally wrong~”

Sliding over, his black gloves hands gripping the gem of the cane tightly, he spat. “I wouldn’t of married that blasted woman if I knew the betrayal she had in store— her, and the ungrateful, son of a bitc—“

A faint knocking sounded nearby, heard even with the frantic, unhinged raving the Actor was in the process of. It was enough to even spook him, making him glance down with dimming eyes at the mirror poking out of his belt. On it, a mere ‘Find Myself’ was written as if there was condensation built up, and someone wiped it away.

“Oh~ Finally showing yourself~? You’ve been awfully quiet.” Forgetting you were there, and eyes completely back to a normal nice, dark brown with visible sclera, Actor scooped the hand mirror up and disappeared. The room returning to a normal, if rather large and lavish, living room.

[mrgriffiths]

"..got off on the wrong foot. "

Thomas Ian Griffith as Deputy D.A Thomas Yates in The Closer 2005

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[hippiejunk]

Here's D.A petting a black kitty cat :3

[melissagovertsen]

"The Dark Arts are many, varied, ever-changing and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible. Your defences must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the Arts you seek to undo."

-Severus Snape

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

[pensamientos-y-sonrisas]

Sólo me mintió

[crismakesstuff]

invincible characters as silly reaction memes

[otratristecancionolvidada]

Entendí la indirecta cuando vi que no responderías mas…

[dasinclair]

you make me sound like a monster. i'm not turning people into anything. i'm fixing humanity's weaknesses!

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of april

daniel nyikos potato soup

mary oliver when death comes

walt whitman leaves of grass: “whoever you are holding me now in hand”

kazim ali refuge temple

d.a. powell republic

toi derricotte natural birth: “november”

cathy song the age of reptiles

dante émile sharing a cigarette with joan of arc

rigoberto gonzalez other fugitives and other strangers: “the strangers who find me in the woods”

mary oliver new and selected poems: “the summer day”

d.a. powell chronic: “continental divide”

kahlil gibran the seven selves

franz wright night walk

mary oliver the black snake

martha collins day unto day: “over time”

ada limón the bird knows he is going to die and wishes not to (recommended to me by @craigslistening <33)

aish (@sapientes) rubin’s vase

tom pickard nectarine

alicia ostriker song

d.a. powell the expiration date on the world is not quite the same as the expiration date on my prophylactic

james dickey the whole motion: collected poems 1945-1992: “the strength of fields”

everett owens strength from a mountain

denise levertov o taste and see: new poems: “the secret”

david st. john the place that inhabits us: “peach fires”

robinson jeffers their beauty has more meaning

thomas centolella almost human: “the hope i know”

elizabeth willis address: “in strength sweetness

amiri baraka s o s: poems 1961-2013: “tender arrivals”

mary oliver the black walnut tree

stephen spender new collected poems: “song”

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[a-titanium-soul]