#oudachi

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i've never really understood the possessiveness the rpc has over headcanons. like — the whole "don't steal my interpretation of this character!" stuff. cause like... what if they already had the same interpretation and headcanons? or what if you just said something they agreed with and they were like "omg so true that makes so much sense!" — i get the whole... "don't steal my writing or graphics" thing, obviously, but unless your headcanons are like... VERY SPECIFIC canon divergent shit or something i'm like... ??? idk man. even for me i can't say i care if people adopt my komaeda takes into their own portrayals. it's not like i own my muses or anything. personally i'd be flattered. esp my dr3 despair rewrite which i actively encourage people to take inspo from lmao.

listen, i may be a bitch who likes my overly complicated pretty graphics, but i do think we gotta stop the trend of only following blogs who do have fancy ass graphics. i feel like there's this vibe in the rpc that pretty graphics = high quality blog/writing and that just isn't the case. whenever i see new rp blogs follow me or just blogs w/ muses i'm interested in pop up on my dash the #1 thing that gets me to follow is their writing. second thing would be the vibes of their rules. i don't think this is necessarily an unpopular opinion but... idk. i see a trend and i must comment.

𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄. 𝐀𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄.

her namesake - jabami: 'devouring snake'. and yumeko, the snake that consumes other snakes in an ouroborosian circuit of auto-cannibalism. to her, this is to which that resonance refers.

she wonders how it is for this one; if she is the same, and if so, what it is she hungers for. or if she is different...then how so ?

@oudachi sent : 📱 for 5 unsent text messages, and 1 sent message from my muse!

[ UNSENT ] - do u fuck wit stellarons

[ UNSENT ] - your sword is really cool

[ UNSENT ] - can we kiss already oh myguoodddd

[ UNSENT ] - i think we're being watched

[ UNSENT ] - don't turn around theres an ugly bitch behind u

[ ISMS ] - thank you for last night. i had a lot of fun

     Oh  ,  how  curious  she  had  been  to  explore  every  inch  of  beloved  ,  and  she  was  exceptionally  interested  in  that  wonderful  oni  form  .  Their  intimate  night  was  only beginning  ,  and  dearest  Acheron  had  already  managed  to  leave  Swan  surprised  :  evoking  a  devious  hum  from  her  throat  as  she  lowers  self  to  straddle  lover's  lap  .

     '  I'll  admit  ,  I've  been  wondering  about  these  ...  '  Digits  curl  'round  the  base  of  horns  ,  a  squeeze  to  test  firmness  before  hand  slowly  works  its  way  towards  tip  .

@oudachi sent : Once my ascension is complete, I'm going to devour the universe in its entirely so we may never be parted from again.

SUCH A SELFISH GESTURE should not bring so much comfort. a flawed sense of thought --- this self-fulfilling goal ... they recognize it as one of nihility. they remain silent for a brief moment, a flash of SADNESS present in their very expression. will they still be there once the time comes ? if they were to be bits and specks by the time that she has achieved what she wanted, would she still do what she promises to do ? would she still want to devour the world as a whole knowing that somewhere, out there, there would still be a part of themselves that can be found in another person ? ah. this is all much too sad. something that they find trouble with PONDERING over. they clench their fist, nails sinking along their gloved palm.

" i hope to not be of disappointment, then. " they hope that they will be ALRIGHT by then. to be able to draw out the stellaron that lies within their chest & to also be able to grant her a sense of peace. even then, the likeliness of that happening is something that remains to be a blur. they know that acheron knows of it too. they know that she is well aware of how unstable their state is too. so they can only hope that things will get BETTER. and if the time comes where they are unable to be freed --- then they hope that she will forget about them so that she may never hurt ever again.

" & i wish you nothing but the best. "

@oudachi

“Ribbet.” 

SOME THOUGHT HIM MAD - OTHERS THOUGHT HIM A FOOL. Yet he wore the crown as if he was always destined to wear it at such a young age. It sat there perfectly atop his head, even as a frog seeing as it had shrunk with him. The weight did not wear him down as it did the kings before him, no all his life his mother had told him this was his destiny and in doing so she had trained him for this moment. His father was a poor man, that and that alone was truth - he would not become his father, he would not be a king who countless from all corners of the kingdoms mocked - no he would be a king who commanded fear and above all respect. He knew better than all, that a king had to be better than a commoner. And this king was ready to command.

“Ribbet.”

     ETERNITY   IS  A  CONCEPT  THAT   THEY  CAN      never grasp for themselves.    to exist in a world without ever fading is something that can never apply to them.    they know it.    they will    FIZZLE    out all the same     &    be reduced into nothing but stardust.    that must be why they rest their cheek on her opened palm.     it will    NEVER    satisfy them either.     to be so interwoven yet so     DAMNED      feels like a sick, cruel joke that they will never get.     they hope to outlast what would seem to be the end.    they wish to be a part of her.    they long to exist with her.

alas, they can only be kept together if she    DEVOURS     them.     fate is unforgiving but they never clung on to their chances to begin with.     a terrible investment.     this vessel of theirs was    NEVER    meant to last long     &     they can feel it.     they know.     the only way that they can be together indefinitely is to be a part of her     BLOODSTREAM.     to be so, irreversibly hers that they become the reason why her heart remains pumping.     this warm crimson that drips down their shoulder from the bite of her fangs     -      they hope she remembers it while it's still hot. 

"  i love you.  "     confession is spoken in hopes that they find    COMFORT    in each other.     in the midst of this hopelessness, they can only wish that she experiences solace in experiencing them as they are now.      

     "  i love you.  "     &    they know that they will   CONTINUE    to even when they are scattered amongst the cosmos.