#despair!ash

[mythgirlimagines]

can we get a despaired! version of Ash’s Greninja 👀

hope i did alright haha

Greninja already had such a strong mental link with Ash because of the Battle Phenomenon. He could tell how far into despair Ash was, and started to take on some of those feelings.

After Pikachu ran away, Ash tended to rely more heavily on Greninja. Greninja was already very powerful, of course he would, though Ash’s style was more ruthless under the influence of despair.

Even though half of Greninja was influenced by the despair, it was nowhere near as bad as some of the others on the team, or anywhere near how much Ash was feeling it. He could still somewhat hold back.

The part of him that still had some peace of mind looked out for the others, to make sure things didn’t get completely horrible. That line approached much faster than anticipated…

The other part of him was more aligned with doing what Ash wanted. He was unsure how long the despair would last, but he felt it taking him over more and more.

[unforth]

We are one Iowa caucus into the absolute shitshow that is going to be the US 2024 elections, and I'm already sick of seeing takes downplaying the risk that Trump and his fascist followers represent.

Look. Around 1900, my mother's grandparents immigrated to the Lower East Side of New York City. They brought with them children born in Europe (Poland? Ukraine? which country they were in depends on what year we're talking about) - we're not 100% sure they were THEIR children, even, but there were three, and they were young, and they came. But my great-grandparents had siblings, parents, cousins, uncles, aunts, huge families. And while my understanding is that an attempt was made to convince those folks to move to the US, none of them ultimately opted to.

They all kept in touch as they were able, exchanging letters and pictures, but through World War 1, through the 20s, through the Great Depression, through the worsening situation in Europe in the 1930s, my entire extended family who chose not to immigrate...continued to stay.

I think we all know how this story ends.

I have an entire family photo album of people whose names I will never know, because after every single one of them died in the Holocaust, my great-grandparents and grandparents couldn't bear to even label them. And they were PEOPLE, poor, vibrant, eager to maintain connections with their loved ones abroad. One was a Klezmer musician, and we have photos of him with all the different instruments he played. They're so real on the page, and they all ended in ashes.

And you know how that started? Fascism started with every inch allowed, with every well-intentioned moderate who tried to maintain a middle position even as the whole ground shifted right beneath their feet and even "middle" became extreme, every "no that change isn't coming fast enough, I want instant full improvement NOW" liberal who felt that doing nothing was better than accepting a slower improvement in the (truly awful!) post-World War 1 living situation in Germany.

Most of the members of my extended family also downplayed the risks. They never imagined that the worst could happen to them. They never fathomed how bad things could become.

And now I have their example always before me to know and to scream:

I KNOW HOW BAD THINGS CAN BECOME. I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FAMILY THEN.

I WILL NOT LET THAT HAPPEN TO MY FAMILY NOW.

People look at me like I'm crazy when I say I've got our passports ready (and have had since before the 2020 election).

Look. I don't know what will happen if Trump is elected, but there's a very real possibility he will, and he's been extremely clear about saying what he'll do. He did a lot of the things he said he'd do last time. I expect he'll continue to do the things he says he'll do. And the things he say he'll do will lead to the deaths of more people than we can imagine - in the US, in Palestine, throughout the world.

Don't tell me there's a middle ground here. Don't tell me I'm over-reacting. Don't tell me the worst won't happen. Don't tell me the risk is mild. Don't tell me we're safe.

We. Are. Not. Safe.

The lives of dozens, hundreds, of members of family were lost in the 1940s amid the horrifying statistic "6,000,000 dead Jews."

I will not let my life (as a Jew), my wife's life (as a disabled woman), my son's life (as a biracial boy), my daughter's life (as a biracial trans girl), be part of the statistics that come from our a second Trump presidency.

If you won't vote like YOUR life depends on it, vote like someone ELSE'S life depends on it, because IT DOES.

And if you can't even do that much, at least shut the fuck up and stop spreading your poison around. You're wrong. The danger is real. Downplaying it now won't make your conscience feel any clearer when it actually happens, and comforting everyone else downplaying it will just make you that much more complicit.

[kiunlo]

thanks man

[rozex21]

ASHLEY JUMPSCARE !!!!!!

[mz-en]

hiiii :D know absolutely nothing about tumblr but here's some doodles from media i'm into!!

[danganronpa-ship-tourney]

Featuring the first not sprite art as Burning Ashes is very much an important plot point of Pup-Themlin's warrior cat shenanigans and it'd be kinda weird to put him with just an actual picture of a cat because warrior cat official stuff gets pretty realistic looking so I got permission to use pup's art for it

Propaganda

Kiyokiiden (Metal Gear Solid)

"Korekiyo and Kiibo. And Raiden is there and he’s cooler than both of them combined. And me and my friend group are all insane about it He is the ‘they asked for no pickles’ of the group. Korekiyo is tall and intimidating and mysterious, Kiibo is silly and socially awkward and protective, and neither of them are capable of interacting with human beings. Korekiyo is a wife guy (this applies to both of his partners) and they will both explode and/or slice and dice anything that goes anywhere near their partners. Put Kiibo in metal gear solid and watch him go autism over the mechs with his new father in law Otacon. Korekiyo can talk genetics and memes with Monsoon. It’ll be great I swear"

Burning Ashes (Warrior Cats)

"Ashfur and Komaeda is a very funny pairing and I cannot believe someone on tumblr has me shipping it, also Komaeda's voice actor was in a warrior cats product as Ashfur im pretty sure so it ALL FITS"

[hopesallwegotleft]

[yieldfruit]

🍇 So grateful. Oh, the fruitfulness here the Lord has provided. The gentle ways of his presence, leading, and protection. He is worthy to be trusted and leaned upon. To listen to him. Despite the flesh, the heart...to listen & obey. Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. Galatians 5:24

and provide for those who grieve...— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor. Isaiah 61:3

[adahlenan]

Volition [Easy: Success]

[mythgirlimagines]

Hold up we doin pkmn characters as despairs-?? :00

If possible how would Ash/Satoshi be as a remnant (which I’m assuming will cause his Pokémon to fall into despair as well)?

this felt evil but i guess it's payback for me not wanting to get emotional at the last few episodes with him lol

Ash was a tough nut to crack when it came to despair, but even he had his limits. After everything else he’d gone through, despair was the one thing that broke him.

He was a bit unique in that his pokemon fell into despair alongside him. There was a basic theory that no pokemon was bad, only trainers, but despair seemed to be the exception to that rule.

His pokemon had no issue following the orders he gave. When they once were playful and ready for fair battles, they now were ready to brute strength through anything they could.

And, since Ash was pretty well-known by a lot of people, despair spread easier when he was around. Especially in places like Alola and Kanto, there wasn’t much of a chance for anyone.

His despair would be hard to heal. After all, the saying goes that the more hopeful you are, the more despair you’ll feel. And Ash had some of the highest hopes of them all.

[girlmikeyway]

cause and effect etc

(credit to the original weezer blue-eyed mikey post)

[whumpflash]

Ashes, Ashes 7: Family Reunion

for Angstpril, Day 23: Failure

cw: knife whump aftermath, death mention

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The gashes scattered along the left side of his body still burned when the little sister came padding down the stairs. Rhys wasn't used to that; normally the worst of the sting was gone within minutes, not hours. He'd known something was up when Blue Eyes came downstairs with a knife he could smell the magic on, and the pain it had caused was…

(No. Don't say 'unlike anything you've experienced'. She'll just give you something new tomorrow anyway.)

…Not fun.

He was glad the little one, Nyra, had decided to pay him another visit. It meant his hope of acquiring her help wasn't entirely lost. The little show he'd put on—claiming he'd given up, admitting his helplessness—seemed to have gone a long way in pulling at her sympathies. Whether Blue Eyes agreed to her pleas to let him go or not didn't matter; as long as the self-proclaimed scientist thought he'd given up, an escape would be within reach.

He hoped the opportunity would come sooner rather than later, though. His shoulders were cramping from having his arms restrained behind him all the time, and the chill of the basement was starting to get to him. Not to mention the new horrors Blue Eyes would undoubtedly come up with as the days went on.

Rhys curled up on himself again once Nyra had disappeared up the stairs. Dreamseeking was difficult right now, but it would only get harder with every passing day. Blue Eyes gave him food and water, but the portions were human-sized, not designed to fuel a dragon's healing factor. He knew he'd only get weaker from here. More distracted. If he was going to send a distress signal, it would have to be now.

Dreamseeking was as ancient as the dragons themselves. A way to locate other dragons, to seek allies, hold meetings, meet with friends, all without leaving the peaceful solitude of one's cave, or the familiarity of one's clan. Under normal circumstances, reaching out to his siblings would be easy. He'd known them from hatching, he knew how to find them in a dream.

But Rhys didn't have his totem anymore. Trying to find a specific dragon was like taking a spoonful of sand from the beach and hoping you found a gold coin.

Almost impossible. Virtually pointless. 

(But it's the only option I have.)

He closed his eyes, and with great effort, cast his consciousness into the void.

It was like soaring through an empty sky, so high he couldn't see anything on the earth below, so high he could hardly breathe. (The closest thing I've had to flying for real in years.)

Rhys couldn't see anything ahead, in any direction. Without a totem, he was flying blind, praying that a miracle happened and he just-so-happened to bump into another dragon. At this point, he'd take any dragon.

Projecting out a signal, calling for his broodmates, took more concentration, more energy, but he tried anyway. Hoping against hope that his cry would find Carys, or Seren, or Rhiannon, or Emyr—

Brother.

A low voice echoed in his head, and he nearly dropped his concentration completely in surprise, the feeling like tumbling from the sky, but he caught himself, propelling onwards with a greater speed.

"I'm here!" he called out. "I'm here, I–I'm in trouble."

It was hard to place who the voice belonged to. When was the last time any of them had spoken?

Remain where you are.

He stopped, phantom wings cracking down against the air, though he knew his body was still that of a human's.

A speck appeared in the distance, steadily growing, splitting in two as it drew closer. Two. Two dragons, two allies—

A huge scarlet dragon, bigger than he'd ever had the chance to get, closed in on him, a slightly smaller orange one following behind.

"A-Anwen?" Rhys said. "Is that you?"

"Rhys," the scarlet one angled her head in acknowledgement, and he found himself grinning.

"Hells, you've grown! Bet Carys doesn't pick on you anymore."

He watched as his sister's form began to shrink and shift, shaping itself into that of a human female, her long red hair as bright as her scales had been. His heart sank when he saw her expression was more austere than joyful.

"And is that Rhiannon?" he said, brushing it off. Even if his siblings weren't happy to see him, they wouldn't let him remain a captive. He told himself he'd request a subtle extraction. Give the hunting girls a scare, but not hurt anyone. He didn't even need to come home, he just wanted to get back to freedom.

The orange dragon followed Anwen's lead, shifting into the form of a human male with a fiery beard and long, braided hair.

"It's Aled, now," his sibling said, wearing the same stony expression as their sister. "It's been a long time, Rhys."

"It… it has."

"And after all these years, why are you reaching out to us?" Anwen said, hovering closer to him. "You said you were in trouble?"

"Yes! Yes, I—"

"I see, you want to speak to us because you need something. How… typical."

"No, I mean, yes, I've missed you guys, but you have no idea how hard it is without a totem to—"

"You seem to have managed," Aled cut in. Where Anwen had gotten closer, his brother had hung back, arms crossed over his chest.

"Because I had no choice," Rhys protested. "I've wanted to talk to you all for years, and I've tried, but it never worked."

"Mm," Anwen hummed, raising an eyebrow. "How strange it only works when you are in need. Worry not, I take no offense. You may have bruised the feelings of others in the brood, but I have had no desire to speak to you."

Rhys tried to hide the way that comment stung. "Then tell those others I wish I could've said something."

"Perhaps." She rubbed her temple, and Rhys found himself doubting she'd even mention him to the others.

"So tell us, brother. What is it you need? What trouble have you gotten into this time?"

"I was caught by hunters," Rhys said. "I'm being held prisoner."

That got through to Aled, who at least looked concerned, but his sister seemed unmoved.

"Held prisoner? Then they haven't found a way to kill you yet, is that it?"

"No, they—"

"Have they been trying?"

"They've been trying to find my weaknesses. Our weaknesses." He took a breath, glancing at the endless sky below him. "One of them has been hurting me."

"You aren't too hurt to Dreamseek. Is it really all that bad?"

Anwen's callous words cut worse than Blue Eyes' knife. Couldn't she see he was serious? That this was more than a call to get him out of a petty argument or responsibility?

"They… they're going to kill me," Rhys said. "When they're done. I know it."

"And what would you have us do?" Anwen spread her arms wide. "Burn your prison to the ground?" She shook her head. "Nothing will ever be burned again on your behalf. You've caused our clan enough grief as it is."

"No, no, I don't need that," he said, the words tumbling out of him almost too fast to be coherent. "Just— just come get me. In human form, just tell them who you are, and they'll let me go. Please."

"And risk bringing hunters down on our family?" It was Aled speaking now. "We cannot."

"Am I not your family?" Tears threatened to form in his eyes, and he blinked them back furiously. "I–I don't need some grand rescue, I just want help. Even just one of you should be enough. Please. I don't— I know they'll kill me. I don't want to die—"

"I'm certain the humans of Crosswood Falls didn't want to die either. Goodbye, brother." Anwen's form distorted and grew, shifting back into that of a dragon, and she turned to fly away without another word.

His brother lingered behind, an almost sad look on his face. "We cannot help you, Rhys. Your choice was made twenty years ago," he said, then followed Anwen. And though Rhys did his best to chase after them, screaming their names, he wasn't fast enough without his wings.

He was groggy, coming up from the sky void, and the effort had left him with a massive headache. There were tears trailing down his cheeks, more building in his eyes. 

And as he stared at the concrete walls that caged him in, he couldn't find it in him to hold them back.

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[ultimateplaylistmaker]

HELP I REALLY MADE YOU FALL FOR THE FUNNIEST TOXIC YAOI HUH

I keep meaning I’ve been wondering if I could use your art for my ship tournaments normally I use sprites but burning ashes is so goddamn funny I wanted to actually link your stuff on it

[hoardicboy]

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Storyspairic

A gender related to stories that relate to, revolve around, or end with despair

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Lovestoryspairic

A gender related to love stories that relate to, revolve around, or end with despair

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[aparticularbandit]

I just imagined Junko as like an action-RPG boss…

She was super edgy the whole time and said 'Taste despair' very often. Like if it was a real thing, 'Taste Despair' would become a meme spawning from that.

Cuz it's a game!

;D

(The line that happened one too many times in 2-6 and I just.)

I now need Junko with a soda with the slogan Taste Despair.

Or a black and white and grayscale Skittles knock off.

It's not Taste The Rainbow anymore, bitches; it's TASTE DESPAIR! 8D

[yourlocalenbyloser]

some drawings i have done recently (the wheel gave me them so no “but nico why is it all girls”) idk why the didnt do in order, but kyoko goes right after toko and before chiaki and its all good