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Taboo.

#topmost right realest shit #*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. ⊱ ✦ › DARK.

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sorry for showing up just to bother zeni and then leave, but to my credit it's very ic

#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT. #ITS ❗❗❗TOO❗❗❗COLD❗❗❗ DOWN HERE #and it rained so it's EXTRA DARK and chilly my poor joints my MENTAL ILLNESS #i'm just gonna stay with the dog n then if i get rlly bored later on at night maybe i'll write #we'll see we'll see #i might lurk but dont necessarily count on it

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*lets out an evil laugh despite having just done something objectively nice*

#alwjalwjalgkjkgj #*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. ⊱ ✦ › DARK.

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@zenigatakeibu : "everyone has merch 🙄 where's your live universal stage play, mr popular...."

' that's only because there's no actor in the world that could possibly capture the beauty of the real thing . ah , but --- ' uncaps his limited edition dark mousy(tm) stamp and lovingly stamps zenigata's cheek with it , leaving a cute small miniature of his face behind .

' --- something like that still looks good on you , inspector ! '

#zenigatakeibu #reply. #dw old man ill still give u plenty of fanservice

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' ah ? are we trading each other signature merch now ? well then , i've got plenty to share --- '

#comm. #posters and clocks and plates and mugs and cards and postcards and #dark vc enough to live in a house where everything has my face in it. <3 #because everybody wants that so much. he knows

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i feel like i only just got here but i'm So sleepy

#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT. #giving it an hr to see if i pass out or enter insanity mode where i can write until i suddenly collapse #👍 #i dont even have thoughts of my son(s) in my head rn its blank its empty #gonna do some dailies ... pretend im being productive......

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man look at that face

dark’s totally the kind of person that loves riling up the people he loves, pfft.

BUT WITH THAT i’ve finished the play, so I think I’m done the for the night…

I have class at 8:45 tomorrow.  D:

#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. ⊱ ✦ › DARK. #evil. #VIS.

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(pointing at dazai) shoot him. shoot him. shoot him

#comm. #SHOOT HIM. HE WANTS IT #QUICK WHILE HE'S DISTRACTED BY GRANNY NONSENSE. HURRY. KILL THIS CLOWN!!!!!

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' ha , ' a gust of laughter mocks , and the cold , wintry breath of it pushes the tip of the sword in the opposite direction , that delicate string of fate twirling and winding , a universal russian roulette . ' you'd serve me better on all fours as a chair , makishima . i'm not like you . i don't need made-up heroes and metaphors to define me . ' nor white-haired company whose accomplice-assistance he graciously allowed : no more , no less . service was a splendid luxury , but much as an unruly pet could be displaced and abandoned by its owners , did he ever deem this fox's little mischief far too treasonous to both cherub innocence and devilish pride , then he would teach it a lesson , what biblical wrath that followed sin's disruption of mercy .

' why the hell should i play your little game ? ' no matter how pretty or enticing , makishima's long-winded coaxing seems to pique little interest at first . rather than draw to red binding , the serpent-slit scarlet of dark's own stare bears itself upon the other , carving out every inch of their expression , sharp and narrow into the sort of facsimile smile that had no doubt promised all sorts of similar salvation , liberation , and shining benediction to far more ordinary , if not far more stupid individuals alike . the first affront : to take him lightly . the second : to be so , too , despicably human , equally arrogant and self-important as to believe that the fleeting respects of one measly , mortal soul outweighed the intrinsic artistic value of what he stole and sought to preserve .

between the flesh and the fleece , the fleece would last longer ... and it took far more devotion and talent , in the mind of the makeless divine , to paint and sculpt than it did to fuck and reproduce .

the fallen angel's lyre-chords cruelly coo : ' am i to be your mirror ? ' he should call the other faust . icarus , the little mermaid , lilith crouched banished and discontent into a corner . anything , perhaps , but their own name . ' speaking for me , trying to coax when all of this is really just to indulge yourself . ' his low growl borders the gnash of his teeth , each monstrously sharp tip in plain reveal , until his pitch lightens and his posture regains its usual careless languor . once more , his nocturnal wings seem to stretch and flutter --- until his hand lands at a feather and frees it , casting its soft , weightless curl the other's way .

' ... but , it's fine . none of it matters . this is just what partners are for , right ? ' the rhetorical remark is wry and sardonic , admitting to nothing . his loss was makishima's victory . his victory was makishima's victory . it was a wretched game and bargain best left untouched , had he not prior pilfered already --- and surely makishima understood that the rules of life could change at any moment . from a hidden pocket stitched close to his chest , dark grimly retrieves a number of papers . he doesn't doubt that even cast and scattered like confetti to a grand performance that was finished before it even began , the other would still recognize the likes of them .

certificates and resume , lists and schedules , innumerous notes and identities , some documents legitimate , some forgeries , yet all pertaining to the likes of oso academy . how was this , then , to say nothing of what other parcels the crow might have plucked from the carrion of every fresh fox-hunt ? a possibility the phantom thief himself finds the furthest concern . instead , his hand remains in dramatic gesture in the air while a printed audience scatters about their feet . black wings flare , and his gentle voice starts to boom .

' you , you went to an all girl's academy and didn't even invite me , you greedy bastard --- !! '

For a moment, his languorous frivolity's rectified with fleeting acuity struck across his visage of calm — a sharp gaze like concentrated light breaking through a cloudburst, brisk as snow and dissipating with no momentum sacrificed or exposed. He's listening now, humming pleasantly as he turned the other's affirmation of apparent apathy and arrogance in his mind to appraise its worth.

The counterargument was simple: Rats were living creatures, sentient and wholly sufficient on their own sentience without sacrificing any of their sociability. Rats had no need to mark themselves as outcasts or validate their existence in perceived exile, contributing to the ecosystem despite their voracious greed and assigned curses as vermin and bearers of plague. Art, on the other hand, was a construct — an abstract conceptualization of the mortal spirit of creativity: often intended to serve as a medium in order to convey and share precious sentiments from the heart and soul, but never quite serving as a perfect and exact vessel to translate humanity. It's left open to interpretation, with the majority lost to the abyss. Allusions and metaphors obeyed a similar principle. His eyes traced the length of Dark's wings like one would run their finger along the edge of a dagger, seeing through the bluster for the trepidation it was.

It would be simple: to eviscerate the ego and let his judgement fall upon the angel like the sword of Damocles. But he shall refrain from devil's advocacy for now, opting to muse. “You don't care for allusion?... I'd thought it would serve you well.”

“Perhaps I have been taking you lightly.” Makishima relented, with the very contemplative tone he'd utilized at the start of this, aloof in his sympathies. “From the beginning of our collaboration, your targets were among the higher echelons of society that sought to destroy the very spirit of art: to censor art, to appropriate art, to keep art locked up in a vault for the purpose of greed and to satiate the ego, to take art away from the people and force them into a sterilized, stifled, repressed existence... Surely, you aren't content with stealing the golden fleece from the groves of gluttonous sheep that fancied themselves the carnivorous lords of this false utopia, with their fool's gold: the abandoned artworks they never saw genuine value in, and so sought to bury. — So, how about a change of pace? How would you care for a real challenge, offered to you in the form of a true opponent?” He held out his red book as if it were the apple from Eden, like hollow Eve who would demand Adam and Lucifer alike to take first: steal from the Garden and eat what God has forbidden man and devils.

“If you manage to steal from me without forsaking any essential truth of yourselves, then I shall have to acknowledge the integrity of your skills and spirit.” It begged the question: how does an angel beloved by the night fare when dragged into the light without his legend to hide behind? How does a boy-king begin to embrace his fate and pull the sword from the stone, seeing no curse in the splendor of his soul and finding greatness in his chosen destiny? “Are you up for the task, phantom thief?”

#*･ﾟ⊰ IC. ⊱ #CANON. #achroanimus #ORHUGRBAJWHAJWLKGKKHGKJKJKJ #I'M SORRY FOR HIM #I TRIED TO RESIST. I REALLY DID. I REALLY REALLY DID. #LOOKING AT U FROM ACROSS THE SCREEN. SILLY AND SERIOUS. WE CAN DO BOTH #this is very serious to dark ummm his priorities are straight. art is arguably better than people he'd srsly consider selling maki for 1 #nicely sculpted cornchip but a school full of cute girlies takes precedence over ALL ❗❗❗ #maki can say this one doesn't count. but honestly. it shouLD FAOWEBAWLAJWG

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FUN FACT: u can feed the boy a POFFIN ...

#*･ﾟ⊰ IC. ⊱ #idc abt 'can normal ppl eat pokemon food' debate if u look over n see daisuke stealing and putting his mouth onto a pink sweet poffin #u let him have it. #same goes for the puffs i kno everybody on earth want to feed dark a cute ass lil cupcake- #ok awjaakjg pRETEND IM NOT HERE YET #just bc im tormented by 'i want to feed my sons small snacks and sweets to watch them eat like its magical' thoughts #i am not locked in yet...... #will b lurking tho... mayhaps...

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@espectres asked : i’m not stressed ,  okay ?  do i look fucking stressed ? // MEME.

' worse , you look like a liar . ' since when had things come to this ? there's grief in a phantom heart as they stand at opposite ends and seem to defy each other . he loves me , he loves me not . he should love me , but ... the thin , unhappy slits of dark's eyes narrow . tensions pull at every angle , though he nevertheless tries to avoid landing into the net and trigger of something nasty , like the explosive , tripwire wick of his own short temper --- flint to a tender and hidden hurt . he's always known that shou preferred to treat him an excess , tolerating him , perhaps , with some amount of reluctance and cruel , disparaging humors --- despite the pitch depths and hollows of a shared , inseparable longing . dark knows too of the other's vanishing independence ; the habits of an invisible boy who had been weaned off a particular poison , broken plates and split knuckles , violent just desserts that became part of the reason why those small , esper's fists might have curled in front of him --- even him , even now .

and yet , rather than roar or lunge , dark's entirety seems rebuked . his eyes gleam pitifully from behind the weightless strands of his bangs , the small frown on his features uncharacteristic of the hundreds of thousands of great phantom thieves flashing arrogant wink and grin from security camera footage and live , infinitely repeated broadcast . this was different . a lover should have been close , closer than anyone , so as to understand at least two hidden truths , but the glass wall so often effortlessly bridged by his other self has grown thicker into a castle-brick wedge , confusions turning the sword of the knight against what captive beast , red-eyed and black-winged dragon it might have otherwise sworn to protect , only when it had been mistaken for a prince . dark remains where he is , obedient and tender even while suffocating on his own frustrations .

' ... why won't you let me help you ? ' he's going to turn away from me , now . he's going to vanish from my sight . even if he screamed , he'd be left with nothing but an echo . yet even if there was nothing to be done between the two of them , then if nothing else --- ' can't i at least stay by your side ? ' silence and a touchless presence was fine , a fireplace smoulder for his wintry skin and the cavity in his chest that , like fast-cooling ashes , seemed to be growing only colder and colder with each passing second . i don't want to be alone --- but he doesn't know how to confess . wishing they could be weak together , wanting for a warmth in his arms that was presently razing him furiously at the fingertips ; even if it's shou's frustrations , it's surely his own fault too for being inept . ill-suited to anyone's happiness . company of a monster , meddling of a curse --- he suddenly stands , and the twin pair of black wings on his back flare open , a warning of his own leaving first .

' nevermind . forget it . ' if it was shou's wish , then he'd indulge it . if love , too , was letting go and leaving alone , then he would demonstrate absence , forgoing his own jealouus-clinging desires . the sole mercy of a thief and a monster , he thinks . ' i didn't mean ... ' to make things worse by his own presence --- he should have known better . ' ... to make you upset , shou . ' even if it was an accident ; nothing more than a simple , innocent , wretched mistake --- there weren't any excuses . ' i'll give you space . ' because at least like this , he , and all his piercing gaze wouldn't look anymore ... and shou , trying to turn himself ; his truths and his feelings invisible if only by sheer intention of words alone , would no longer have to lie .

#*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱ #CANON. #espectres #i give u fluff i give u angst karmic balance remains at equilibrium

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somehow powered through not falling asleep to finish and post one last ask for the day; now i sleep 💤

#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT. #IM SORE N SLEEPY I CANT KEEP GOIN #but i will tmmw. hopefully. gn gang

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@espectres asked: you’re cute when you’re worked up . ( LATE BUT MEME ... ) // MEME.

' urk --- s-shou-kun , come on , don't tease me ... ! ' daisuke's usual flush bursts into an even deeper red , and for a moment , he dreads what might happen . the two of them taken by nothing more than impulse , romantic spur of the moment , or at least so it was meant to be , but neither of them really knew what they were doing with this dance , did they ? daisuke puts every stiff effort into it ; stares down intently at his clumsy feet , while shou did as he liked as usual , throwing in the sort of sudden verbal jab that makes a dangerous shot at the cursed boy's heart . it's not quite the picture of perfect romance he might have imagined at first , but worse might have been transforming with shou still in his hands , right ?

' i'm trying my best , there's just so much ... ' to take in . to worry over . shou in front of him with a carefree smile and his usual unmatched charm . shou who was , despite every wish that the niwa could somehow politely remind the other , much more short . between the awkward ball-room , ballet , tango-like , or something or other steps , is the looming worry that any impromptu transformation would leave shou practically lifted and dangling thanks to the disparity between lover and dark's long legs . would something like that even bother shou ? would the suzuki only laugh and still cling close to him , before asking to be spun in a reckless dazzle around the room that they could somehow call a dance ?

daisuke should have loosened up . he knows that he should have , as the only one between himself and shou that was anxiously counting both his steps and his heartbeats , as if being neat and methodical in time with the music would somehow impress . an ambition that fast starts to feel sunk ; what was he doing anymore , really ? avoiding the other's face and their words were no good , even when it was something like this , even if shou was in love with his clumsiness , too . ' i just ... ' wishing that he were a little more cool and composed , dreaming of dancing effortlessly with the other on a shared floor or surrounded by stars in the sky , wanting to get lost in shou's eyes despite any summer-winter fever the mere sight of them alone would inflict ... ' it's hard to focus , i don't want to mess things up --- ! '

#espectres #*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱ #CANON. #DW ABOUT LATE MEME -SALUTES-

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i have nowhere fr to put this but dark does not take well to betrayal either. not even perceived betrayal. he's not immune to hurt, but his first response to a LOT of things is to get pissed off. if you make him a sincere, important promise and don't keep to it he's going to lose patience with you. if you test the safety of his innermost circle, a la the mansion's members, he's not going to have any sympathy for you. if you keep secrets from him when you're supposed to be close with him, he's going to confront and turn scary and cold to you. not everything is his side / the other side with him, but if you -are- supposed to be on 'his' side, then you don't get to turn your back against it. there shouldn't be any room for questioning trust or loyalty because his is so forthright, so if you put him with somebody who flounders around with their own in the face of him, dark's going to Get Mad.

#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT. #reminds me i wanted to talk about SHoT arc and how while the family was losing its shit over daisuke being taken #dark was the one who immediately started dishing out orders and commands to get things organized and running #listen it's the king mentality. the satan bit. dark genuinely tries his best to keep things under control #and in order. he's the niwa figurehead he's the central operator he's the phantom thief #and he DOES look out for everyone #so for anybody to ever throw that back in his face whether intentionally or unintentionally #dark has very very little forgiveness. no leniency for anybody who fucks around with his metaphorical kingdom #ppl gotta have good explanations or come clean when he starts getting angry bc otherwise he'll keep feeling betrayed and hurt!!!

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everybody knows daisuke wouldn't hurt anybody ever right. not on purpose. right. ok. good. now i need to remind everybody that if you push or threaten him / the things he's deeply possessive over enough that dark can and would slam anybody into the ground and grind their skull into it while hissing and roaring with his claws and teeth out like a terrifying animal

#*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒. ⊱ ✦ › OUT. #daisuke's empathy has basically no limit; but dark's does #he doesn't take well to people he decides are hopeless causes. or anybody who messes around with his possessions- and that includes people #since his brain Fundamentally Sees People Also as 'Things' and His. #that's how he and he alone without any of daisuke's influence categorizes them. things that are his #under his protection. things that aren't his. that don't belong to him. that he doesn't care what happens to #dark will always find distaste in any kind of killing or destruction since he's already the cause of so much of it #but at the same time that guilt can turn into entitlement and wanton carelessness!!! #things have broken because of him so he has the right in his wrath his pride his fury to break more if he feels like it!!! #but the worst part is throwing in daisuke if there's any witnesses #it's always so Shocking bc dark and dai are generally nice. but if anybody were standing around to see it #then dark going Ape is absolutely the kind of scene that makes anybody think 'wow. that's actually a monster' #if dai's awake it's all panic and desperate attempts at morality chain/petting too

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@kirakiras asked: 'something is very not right here .' -i amn givin u options '// MEME.

' not right ?! uh , w-what do you mean ? everything's fine --- ! i mean , everything seems fine to me !! it's alright , i've got it all handled ! ' he says all of this crouched over a number of electrical plugs , the building itself far from belonging to him , the hallways already plunged into a pitch dark .

no way , why in the world did she come back here ... ?! hands sweat though they still haven't let go of what odd sign she's stumbled upon , herself no doubt maybe having second thoughts or simply having left something behind in the hallway . either way , what a mess ! what was he supposed to do now ?! all he wanted to do was prepare for his heist then go home , but it's just his luck to get caught in the middle of it , isn't it ?!

' i was just --- looking at things ! my mom , uh ... has me fix the lights sometimes , and these look a little old , so i got --- curious ! ' geeze , what a crappy lie . would she believe him ? would she jump to the worst conclusions , or the most merciful ones ? would she even care at all , and finish up her terrifying observations with a plain 'oh well!' and turn before walking away ?! he can't help the pale of his face , or his knuckles .

' i'm ... i'm not gonna do anything , so don't worry ! nothing bad'll happen ! ' ... though , knowing himself , a reassurance like that was plenty a lie , too .

#kirakiras #CANON. #*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱ #i stuff both ur options into my mOuth

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#VIS. #*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. ⊱ ✦ › DARK. #*･ﾟ⊰ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓. ⊱ ✦ › DAISUKE. #KRAD.