#should I be afraid of the answer

[fisherrprince]

mmmmmooorrreeee balop

[pushing500]

So is French a second language for you or are we going to see you slowly learn French for your blorbos?

I sadly don't know any languages other than English, and I have a heavy accent and a particular fondness for Australian slang which means even my English could be side-eyed suspiciously lmao.

I mostly rely on phrasebooks when I can. However, for some reason, my French phrasebook is sadly lacking in French phrases about cults or tentacles or anomalous entities sent from the Void created by a maddened archotech, so I do use Google Translate or Reddit for some of the more nuanced phrases.

How funny would it be to try and explain to people in future that I learned another language thanks to my oc blorbos though XD

[lolathepeacocklord]

Fear

I wouldn’t describe this feeling as fear dawgggggg😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

[oloreandil]

tell me more please about Inside Out Fear + L 🤲

hi <333 now that i've slept and pondered, hopefully i can make sense of what i was thinking last night on Kyo's poll

first of all, i was very surprised on my first read of DN at how spooked L is when he learns about the shinigami. he literally falls off his chair in fear, and i don't think this was exaggerated to measure Kira's reaction

it's striking to me how afraid L is of something he doesn't have confirmation exists, compared to how confident he is in the presence of the guy he knows has been committing magical murder. that overconfidence / carelessness literally kills him ! but we don't see L being afraid of the concept of shinigami after this scene, the same way none of his other emotions linger (anger at losing trace of Kira, disgust at some of Matsuda's antics, joy at the formation of the Task Force...)

in this inside out AU, if we assume that Ennui is at the head of L's emotions, you could see it as overpowering all competing reactions. it makes him very efficient when managed correctly. as Mello says later, being level-headed is essential to take rational steps in an investigation

however, i interpret L only taking on interesting cases as him desperately chasing a high he doesn't have access to anymore, or not in sufficient quantity. something that would fulfil him the same way being Kira does for Light. maybe it worked when he was solving cases - as you said, he literally absorbed the identities of the previous top detectives in the world ! but it's... gone. and it must be terrifying to crash that hard, to have such an emptiness where there used to be something that kept you going

the movie shows Fear as deeply preoccupied with safety, but easily influenced by the other emotions. it takes the lead in a pinch, if no one else is there to do it, but the interim period has to end because it cannot keep up with everything that is life for that long - if Envy does not return, then Ennui will have to take over as L's main emotion instead

[teecupangel]

Hello! I was just wondering if you've gotten any asks yet about Desmond being in the hunger games :0? Like whether he was transported there or something else :v

I don’t think I’ve ever had any asks for a Hunger Games AU. For this one, we can make Desmond be born in one of the other Districts and volunteers himself as tribute to keep one of the younger children safe. In this one, I suggest he be born as an orphan who takes younger orphans under his wings, teaching them to a bit of self defense and anything he can that won’t get the attention of the Capital’s goons.

He knows there’s something deeply wrong in this world he is reborn in and, given any other situations, he would have already started to make plans to rain hell on the people directly oppressing his district but he gets caught up in all the Hunger Games to save one of his fellow orphans.

If you want him to be caught up in the Hunger Games that Katniss was in, then I would suggest he be part of any of the District where the tributes died during the initial bloodbath in Cornucopia.

Desmond would probably feel sick about the whole ‘appealing to the audience’ and will be snidely making remarks about how disgusting they all are for watching all of these for entertainment, making him more or less a black sheep of the tributes that even his fellow tribute would try to shy away from.

Honestly? Putting Desmond who has the memories of 3 mentors and 1 grand master in a field filled with children?

Not a good deal.

He would never hurt innocent children and would even try to help them even though most of them (if not all of them) would doubt his sincerity. He would definitely go head to head with the Career pack and kick their asses but he wouldn’t kill them because they’re children and he knows that they were ‘conditioned’ to think of killing as normal but, at the same time, he would definitely make sure they would not be able to harm anybody else.

In all honesty, Desmond’s real enemy in the Hunger Games would be the Gamemakers and he’d definitely get into their bad side. The only reason why he doesn’t fall for their traps is because of his Eagle Vision.

If this does follow Katniss’ Hunger Games then Desmond would probably have a wary truce with Katniss (after saving Rue ofc) and there would be less death this time around with Desmond fucking the Gamemakers’ plan all the time, all the while goading the watchers to see how fucked up this is.

Honestly, at some point, Desmond is probably going to find a weak point in the location they’re in and exploit it, maybe even use the monsters they send out later in the game by having them attack the weak point and essentially jail breaking everyone out.

(Although, there’s probably some tributes who would talk about how this would only punish their districts and Desmond knows that they are holding their districts hostage so it’s really between two hard places)

Sidebar: Desmond would probably understand why District 13 is not ‘acting’ against the Capitol and he would probably side with the rebels but, at the same time, he would definitely not agree with a lot of the plans the rebels. This also has the side effect of the rebellion probably having Desmond as the symbol instead of Katniss (or maybe not, who knows)

[littleplantfreak]

hey so *glances at ume thought* when do u wake up for unimportant random reasons?

r-right now?

[mosstrades]

im someone who stuggles not to let his curiosity and drive sometimes (often) cross over into an overwhelming and maladaptive need for answers, for explanation, for certainty. someone who, historically, sees making art as a primarily intellectual exercise. this is not inherently a bad thing, we all have our temperaments and this kind of attention can be a strength. but, you know that artist who makes a painting, and then only wants to show it while explaining it to you? thats me, sometimes, more often than i like. every story i used to write had another hundred page document behind it, explicating every single choice -- often i would simply read that, instead of ever actually write the story itself. the explanation precedes everything. the answers alone are the experience.

david lynch's work and philosphy has been and is a vital foothold in my efforts to learn to love the questions as our breath. learn to appreciate intuition and dreams, trust them instead of fear them. learn to see that the world has so much confusing, uncertain, strange beauty, that can be terrifying but turns sublime when you cease rejecting it from fear. when you embrace the unknown and dont try to immediately & anxiously explicate it all away, a whole new world opens up to you. that you need the darkness in order to dream, and you need dreams in order to live fully immersed in what the world has to offer. a foothold in learning to be okay with abstraction, with imperfect subjectivity, with uncertainty. to know it is not anthitetical to truth and meaning. know that to skillfully make ideas come alive into a work *is* to rationally pin them down, but that you cannot lose sight of the intuition they were born as.

his artistic intuition reminds me of what i need to have -- the trust and humility for experiencing the inexplicable and understanding that to be enough. a devotion to ideas and their realisation. a balancing force, for my endless inquiry -- to not forget to live the question in my the search for an answer. to allow some thing to go without clear or universal explanation, allow for some things to remain unresolved, allow for others to have that be their resolution. it's why his work equal parts captivates me and disturbs me -- i am very bad at this. but feel in my heart a need to get better at it. to be a better artist, a better thinker, a better searcher, a better person. you need to feel it, intuitively, quiet your endless noisy need for an answer and simply let it fill you up, let it resonate intuitively, and find in that how life makes sense to you and you alone. mediation, mindfulness, humility to sit with abstraction without trying to pin it down. more and more i try to understand this. some things don't need to make perfect sense. some things dont need answers, or their answers are not the point. some things dont need anything but to be experienced as they enter you -- like dreams do. that can lead you to the answer, and that can also be enough in itself. that can be just an intrinsic value in being alive to experience it. and so often, it is all in conversation with the search for joy. it's why he feels so captivating, so unique, so tremendously alive. why people use the word "visionary" when talking about him. because he knew how to use his medium in all the potential he could see, so that it let you live in the strangeness and questions. he understood them as sublime, he understood them as enough, he understood them as a joy. he understood them as beautiful. and his memory will remind me to do the same; always to seek the space to dream.

[gloryundimmed]

clings close and nuzzles him like a clingy lap cat

It was always vindicating when Tsuyuko came to him for attention and affection. Something about it was validating like nothing else could be, so when she nuzzled into him, he couldn’t help a soft smile from spreading on his lips. A deft hand moved to one of her fox ears and he caressed it gently, smoothing out her fur.

His smile shifted into his signature smirk, and his hand drifted down from her ear to pull her chin up slightly. “What’s a guy t’ do when his little vixen is so damn cute? I can hardly stand it.” Kai’s voice was low and sincere despite his teasing, and he pressed a few kisses to her face. Without warning, his arms wrapped around her, and he pulled her into his lap, golden eyes molten honey as he gazed down at her. “Seriously, what did I do t’ deserve this? Was I extra nice today or somethin’? Normally you’re scoldin’ me, not holdin’ onto me like a house cat.” After a quiet moment, he added, cheeks slightly flushed, “Not that I’m complainin’, of course.”

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

actually hold on there’s enough poll options for this.

every single soulmate pair in double life had some crazy twist of fate attached to them in some way. from teammates in past lives to people who’d never spoken but were perfect matches.

to be abundantly clear. this is not your Favorite. but the one that you look at and go “literally WHAT god put those two together”.

[distrxst]

who's the hottest entity after yourself in the blacksite

" i'm flattered that you think i'm the most attractive, really -- but between you and me ? "

" the crooked . any other stupid questions ? "

[kevin-the-bruyne]

You calling khao a fuccboi cz of his insta posts is taking me tf out 🤣🤣🤣🤣 i havent seen anyone being as real about them as you are, it’s a breath of fresh air. i love them even though theyre basically non existent to anyone except eo 😭

oh I can get so real about them. I get so real about them that I get mistaken for an anti on Twitter all the time 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 like no jokes I had to put it in my bio

they really know nothing else in a way that’s actively kinda bad for their rep (though it drives a certain faction of people that I am absolutely part of totally nutso).

Like if this were fake then they’re doing too good a job and they have to dial it back. They have to sometimes look like they remember it’s fake. Like those dispersed moments of character break is really really important for this to be successful in the format of the business model of imaginary couples. Like even if the couple were really in a romantic relationship they would still have to pretend they were fake at times do you understand what I’m trying to say?

and I cannot explain this in words but khaotung at his solo event was pining for first. I just- I don’t remember it being like that at the event with montow??? They’re getting worse at this. Like they hit the soft spot somewhere back in 2023 and have just regressed into diminishing marginal utility 😭😭😭

But also like??? thank god??? for that!!!!!!! I am endlessly entertained! I’m at the edge of my seat. I don’t think any of these men are normal about their fake partners by the way. But don’t you understand them??? Say if you had a friend that you had some ritualistic hobby with. Like everytime a spider man movie comes out you always watch it with them. And then when the next one came out they suddenly watched it with someone else. Like wouldn’t it drive you absolutely crazy? wouldn’t it make you sad?

Like the versions of themselves that are in fake love with each other are THEIR blorbos 🤧 But firstkhao are blorbo-ing a little too close to the sun 🤧🤧🤧🤧 best friends who take care of each other as more than best friends - yessir whatever you say sir 🫡

[ectonurites]

SUPER DARK TIMES (2017) DIR KEVIN PHILLIPS

[chericherilvr]

"y'all be honest, is the villain community thirsty of angst??"

Im afraid the angsty thoughts havent stopped on my end but like I said the other day putting yourself through sadness is fun sometimes 🤷‍♀️.

-🪷

not a single villain is sane on my side of the internet,, between sluts (me) and emos (also me) we're in for a ride... 💔💔

feel free to share all your angsty thoughts pooks, as long as y'all know I will write a happy (or at least comfort) ending—cause I love angst, but my heart can't handle it all. This is a safe space for all the teenage hear-wrecking angst talk

[gloryundimmed]

They sat in the sand, the damp grains cool beneath them, the rhythmic crash of waves filling the spaces where words couldn’t quite reach. The moon hung low and impossibly bright, casting its pale glow over the shore, and even the stars fought stubbornly against the city’s haze to make themselves known. Kurama wasn’t in his usual suit for once—just a black sweater and jeans that felt oddly vulnerable, as though stripping away his usual armor had left more of himself exposed.

He stared out at the horizon— The steady rhythm of the waves threatened to lull him into some semblance of peace, but his mind was too restless, too sharp-edged, to surrender fully. His voice, when he finally spoke, was low and measured, as though revealing too much at once might break something irreparable.

"I never told you," he began, not looking at Kai, "but you remind me of someone I used to know... someone I loved but also despised." He hesitated, his jaw tightening as if the confession had left a bitter taste in his mouth. "You also remind me of myself—the parts I’ve spent years burying, locking away like some dangerous animal that might escape if I’m not careful."

His shoulders rose and fell with a sigh, his gaze still fixed on the moon as though it might offer some kind of answer. "So logic tells me I should keep my distance from you. Hell, everything about 'us' screams at me to run the other way. But I can’t." His voice dropped, rough with the weight of the truth. "I’m drawn to you anyway, and it scares the hell out of me. Everyone I’ve ever let get close enough—close enough to matter—learns to hate me. And I don’t blame them. I hate me, too, sometimes."

He finally turned to face Kai, though his eyes flickered with hesitation. "I’m not going to dress this up or call it romantic. It’s not. It’s... more destructive than that. But maybe that’s why it feels real." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a ring—black tungsten with intricate gold and blue accents that mirrored both their eyes. He let it rest in his palm, extending it towards Kai with a quiet vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to see.

"I don’t want you to hate me. I want you to wear this and remember that and... no matter how much nasty shit we throw at each other, no matter how often we piss each other off or push each other too far... we can’t kill each other. We can’t cross that line. Deal?"

A faint, crooked smile pulled at his lips, though the weight in his eyes lingered. "Happy birthday, by the way... sweetheart."

Kai’s Birthday

The fact that they were even sitting here like this together felt like a miracle. Forget the mystical way the moon shone down on the ocean, reflecting off the water and the fine sand of the beach. Forget the soothing sea breeze gently caressing his dark locks and how it reminded him of better days, the only golden days of his life before his parents rejected him. Forget the waves, comforting and steadfast, their rhythm a promise that they would be there until the end of time. Compared to this moment, all of it was immaterial. How was someone like him— a murderer, a dark force of nature— allowed to experience such bliss?

It was curious— apparently, he reminded Kurama of someone he used to know, and learning that fact made him wonder if it was truly him he was seeing in this moment or the other person. But he also reminded the P.I. of the parts of himself that he locked away as if those parts were something inhuman or disgraceful. Kai knew he himself was disgraceful, inhuman— a piece of scum that plagued each moment he lived through— so it wasn’t hard to imagine why Kurama would see the worst parts of himself reflected in him.

Yet the blond was drawn to him, for better or for worse. Even if everything told him to cut his losses and run, which likely would’ve been the best choice when dealing with a volatile man like himself, he was still here, sitting next to him in the sand, moon shining on his angelic blond hair and fair skin. Kai wanted to talk, to tell him he was glad he wasn’t going heed the voices advising him to leave, but he stayed quiet so Kurama had space to talk.

His comment about his self-hatred took the hitman by surprise. As someone so full of self-hatred it nearly killed him, he hadn’t expected the blond to be like him. In Kai’s eyes, Kurama was amazing— talented, clever, classy, sexy, gorgeous— unlike him. Maybe he wasn’t society’s definition of perfect, even though it seemed as if he strove to be, but it was his “flaws” that caught Kai’s attention.

All this verbal intimacy, which they had never shared before, caused the hitman’s heart to swell, but it was cut short when the P.I. told him this wasn’t romance, that it was too violent to be romance. Immediately, he felt foolish. Inside of him, ever-present feelings of self-hatred flared to life once more. Kurama was right. This wasn’t romance— not a normal person’s version of it, anyway. Kai knew he was far from normal, which could explain why he felt this was romance. But be that as it may, he couldn’t expect anyone to understand him, and knew it was a big deal that Kurama wanted to stay by his side at all. He couldn’t really ask for anything more.

But when the man sitting next to him pulled out the ring, the one that was a perfect combination of them intertwined, his chest throbbed, wanting to ask Kurama for more even though he knew he shouldn’t. Instead, he nodded at the condition placed upon the ring in order to take it. No matter how bad his violent urges got, he wouldn’t give in. He supposed it wouldn’t be the best time to admit that if the blond killed him, he wouldn’t mind. No— he’d be satisfied.

As he gazed into Kurama’s azure eyes, his golden ones reflected his sincerity and firm resolve. “I won’t kill you. I swear, I’ll stop myself short of it, no matter what you do to me.” His voice was low and serious, usual slang dropped as he took the ring from the blond’s open hand, admiring it in the moonlight before sliding it on his finger.

“Plus…” he spoke again, a hint of a gentle smile on his lips, “I’m never gonna hate you. You know… I can’t lie. I… like everything about you.” He took the P.I.’s hand and placed it on his heart, its enduring rhythm a promise that he would be there for Kurama until the blond pushed him away. “And I always will. Just… Please don’t run from me or— us.”

To Kurama, this wasn’t romance, but he couldn’t help himself as he leaned in slowly, eyes holding his azure gaze. The hitman’s eyes only fluttered shut when he pressed his lips to Kurama’s, tongue sliding into his mouth for a brief taste. He intertwined their fingers, still on his heart, before pulling away, only leaving a short distance between them. Although it was obvious he was holding back, Kai knew if he kissed him any longer, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back anymore. In a moment like this, it was better to have Kurama make the call if he wanted to handle that or not. It was also possible he wouldn’t want to kiss outside of sex— that was more of a romance thing.

In either case, he kept their faces close and gave the blond a very rare smile, one that was genuine and soft. “Thanks for remembering my birthday, babe. The ring is—” he let out a contented sigh, basking in the way Kurama called him sweetheart, “It’s perfect.”

[here-comes-the-snow]

❝ Hey, Icedagger... heheh... wanna see a new trick we learned...? ❞

Sure! :D

[makerofmadness]

Anything planned for immemorial interchange au when shadow milk comes out?

Oh you bet I have plans (by that I mean: writing the entire goddamn arc for that stuff XD I have Some idea of a direction but like. Y'know I need a full picture of shadow milk's character and just a full picture of their whole story him and PV to work off of-)