ShinRan

scars

eyebags and insomnia due to frequent nightmares

more scars

Everyone: *fawning over Amuro performing a basic card-trick*

Conan: *chimes in to agree that Amuro could compete with KID*

KID: …

KID: *proceeds to pettily explain how the entire trick works*

KID: *decides to end it all by an impressive vanishing act turning into doves and calling Conan ‘Great Detective’*

As it turns out, dying horrifically and being brought back to life tends to change your perspective of things quite drastically. After coming back, Whumpee finds that the only thing they’ve lost is the necessity to keep on pretending to fit in with the rest of society anymore. What’s the point anyways, if life is so short and fragile?

Whumpee’s friends and family are horrified, because this surely isn’t Whumpee, right? This person who acts so much less polite and has stopped fawning completely, this person who seems to have no empathy or care for how their words make others feel, this can’t be the people-pleasing Whumpee they knew.

"came back wrong", but you are revived to see your loved ones no longer look at you the same. you feel the same, act the same, look the same - save for maybe a few scars. but now they won't quite meet your eyes. every time you catch them looking, they look like they're staring at a corpse. the love in their eyes that was once so clear is now clouded by uncertainty. by fear. are they afraid of you? you've come back the same, so why are they treating you like a ghost? "came back wrong", but you only change because they force you to. in their expectation of your being different, they refused to let you continue to be yourself

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

insomnia may suck but drawing me and him together makes it a bit better

LOOK AT HIM