By Thimo Mit H

By Thimo mit h

character development anon! does irida keep a diary? if so, what is the biggest secret in it?

Irida does indeed have a diary ━ Though, in part less in the way you’d expect.

The diary is less intended as a diary, and in part as a biography. Irida has lived with the knowledge that should she become clan leader, her decisions or the lack of them will be overviewed and scrutinized and she will be in the clan’s history as a leader until the new leader is chosen and slotted into her place in the future, more than likely from her death. She knows this well, and lives with the pressure of being in such a role and such implications. It’s led her both to document her decisions, speak of her feelings and thoughts in ways she couldn’t share with others for various reasons ━ be it her connection with Palkia, the at times tenuous relationships she may have with individuals, or simply finding it best to not bring it to such ears ━ in a one-half conversation to someone who may, in the future, read back what she has written and cannot answer already knowing by then how her history has played out before it has graced her eyes, and offer advice to an unknowable eventual other, hoping, desperately, that it may aid, and that it may bring understanding between herself and they in a gap she cannot cross, only see.

She writes within the pages half as a diary, personal and close kept and honest to the point of agonizing, the relentless bouncing off nothing that one’s thoughts with nothing to rebound off of comes to in the sentences like a foundation of the ink and paints she uses, and half as proof she has existed at all, and asking, gently, within every sentence that they understand, that they do not hate her, that they know that she was much too young then, much too young now, and asks that they do not scorn her for her knowledge, and neither undermine her capability even with her learning, but simply resolve that she was someone. someone, and someone doing the best they knew to do. someone, and nothing less. someone, and nothing more.

her biggest secret is the fact she is afraid, and it is laced throughout these papers. her fear does not know the meaning of volume, but it knows how to encompass, and it knows how to stretch, and it covers the land for miles. her fear is a film upon the diamond clan and what may come to be. her fear is herself and her capabilities and her wardens. her fear is her people and the Pokemon they share the land with. her fear is her God. her fear is the God she thought it was, but wasn’t. her fear is the fact that this gap can only be seen, never crossed, indefinitely. her fear is to be forgotten.

it is laced throughout these pages, words too selfish to utter, but too heavy to carry. her final pages are apologies. her final pages are gratitude. her final pages are sincere to the point of simple request.

━ ❛ Understand I was like you, as you are now, as you will become, as your past was. Understand that I have walked the grounds you walk, touched the land you’ve touched, swam the sea you’ve swam. Understand that the space you share is sincere and valuable. Understand that time is neither meant to be wasted. Understand that creation can never be an error, only a result, and it is one that is beautiful. Understand that the life you live now will be equally irrecovably different, and simultaneously unchanged from the one I am living now. Understand that I want you to live well. Understand that you do not need to live better than any other, understand that this is an impossible goal. Understand that you must only live to what you are able, lead to what you can, love who you feel is right. Understand that you have limitless potential in simple existence. Understand you do not need to be loud to be unimaginably meaningful. 

Understand that you are a person, and as am I, as am I, as am I. ❜

character development anon! if kris could travel to the future, but they couldn’t go back, would they do it to escape their problems?

━ almost funnily? given the innate assumption of ‘Yes’ or perhaps a ‘No’ born out of not wanting to forgo their family, their answer is born out of neither. Kris would not, and while the loss of loved ones has its fingers in the reasoning, it is not the main backer.

in much broader, but much tighter reasons, Kris would not out of obligation. ━ Kris is a character born from their dedications, their convictions, their responsibilities, their obligations. They are the younger brother, they are the trouble-maker, but they are bound in ropes of their own making to anything & everything in their life. They feel an inherent obligation to stay, to own up to everything, to be there, to not cut those strings coined ‘round them, problem or no. Kris struggles with people, but Kris commits to everything. They commit to themselves, they commit to their passions, they commit to their family, they commit to their enemies, they commit to what they are expected to commit to, they commit to what they may not be. Kris has many problems, and Kris runs from nigh all, but this is not to say they lack conviction.

Kris is nothing but conviction. whether they want to be or not.

Cast Iron for Eternity by Henning Mühlinghaus: Bruges Cemetery Album on Flickr

Unwilling to learn, ━ or just unwilling to bend that way.

Edward was the strange middleground ━ the gateway between the world of Gotham’s underbelly & the people in it, and the people like Ally who raked their fingers at the skin of it, bled from it, and decided the iron was not the taste of anything worth having. This is to say the man’s always been just obedient enough to pass by, for the most part. Too scrawny to be violent, too restrained to be conniving ( and actually carry anything out himself, even if rumors of who hit who on the demands of another were often enough for a more physical retribution ) ━ it’s perhaps unsurprising that it was him they’d half-befriended within its walls, with the rest so festering, and him just the same; a different boiler, a different wound.

Ally, who raked their fingers at the skin of it, bled from it, and decided the iron was not the taste of anything worth having. Funny, then, how he just wont go. ━ or maybe, how they let him stay. ( a life of survival as an obedient thing ; being good like being holy, but no idea how to live. at least he was interesting. at least he was something. ━ playing with matches like your not lighting fire, like the fire wont stop coming back. )

He seems entirely unbothered at the sharp tone, the defense of an implication that very well may or may not imply inadequacy or a general conversational atmosphere of ‘ you should really be faring better than that by now, ‘ which, of course, Edward would neither confirm nor deny but lined his tone like pavement you couldn't see. Paper rustles in his hands as he’s sat in one of their chairs, a journal he’s always kept on him, the sound maybe grating to the ear & maybe the only thing keeping his fidgeting hands sane. The reason he had it now was the same reason he was only allowed writing utensils ━ crayons sometimes, but usually finger paint ━ in his cell ; the inability to stop. He couldn’t help it, and wordplay was less of a crime in law than murder, so the sound of rustling pages was a grown tolerance.

“ Same as always. “ the answer he always gives, as if its obvious. it never was. 'the answer' could be multiple choice, rhetorical, an impulse on a whim for a thought that he ━ in all his pride ━ had manually dictated simply did not exist; the concept of worrying about one of his very few friends who, for the most part, showed slightly more restraint than a majority when it came to punching him in the jaw when he got smart with them was chief among them, actually, which also might've been why it felt the most plausible and least at the same time. This was the long way of implying that he wanted something from them ; or, of course, he just wanted to mock them when he heard trouble, in the way Eddie always hears

" Do you remember their face? I could find them. I've had nothing much else to do. Might be fun. " boredom. a pause, an addition; " Nothing bad. If you care. "

' which I know you do. '

   @quillheel​ :  “You got hurt, again? Again?” // from the riddler! dc verse! i think it’d be interesting if they were acquaintances to buddies while in the asylum bc they’re both one of the few people who haven’t been driven to violence being their default state while within its walls

   “shut up, i didn’t get hurt ‘again’.”

   they didn’t like the implication of his words, his tone. he could’ve genuinely worried about them, but it didn’t matter. since they’ve been out of the asylum they wanted barely anything to do with those who were in there; multiple times for repeated offenses.

   it’s like they’re unwilling to learn.

   ally didn’t want to become what most already assumed them to be.

   “someone just tried to rob the wrong person. failed, obviously.” a thumb brushes against their cheek, to clean the fresh blood from the small cut across their face. it’ll heal quickly. “…why are you even here anyways?”

━ Toriel, being both a boss monster and the prior Queen of the underground, has a certain aptitude to her magic very few others share, including even Asgore, though such prowess would’ve been one Asriel would’ve likely grown into even partially. Toriel has a great amount of control over her magic, but perhaps most impressively would be her control over strings of flame : with each bundle of flaming magic demanding a constantly in-check chemical reaction to which she has nigh complete control, including intricate control over each and every independent bulb in the line, that kind of concentration, delicate capability and skill is very rare to find with her sensitivity to the changes in each bulb being much stronger than even Asgore’s with the same movement.

This reaches into an unexpectedly wide range most often, as basic as lighting a hearth before entering the house or setting a rune of heated protective magic upon a loved one’s clothing or home with fire’s natural inclinations to protection and care as well as destruction. It, inherently, could be wildly enhanced with further obtainment of LV, as much magic tends to follow the suit of, but Toriel since being both locked within the underground as a whole and having self-exiled herself to the ruin lacks any kind of interest in accumulating more than she currently has, though the potential ( and capability ) doesn’t fade quite as easily.