✦ ON A MOONLESS NIGHT ,

—— it means 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟. ❜

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        #𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐐𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃   :   𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃.     no.491,  the pitch black pokémon.

*     (  🌑  )     independent,  selective,  and  private  writing  blog  for   DARKRAI   of  the   pokémon  franchise.   based  in  the  anime  series     /     M10  canon  with  heavy  influence  from  headcanon  and  bogeyman  folktales.    

       a  study  in    :    what  goes  bump  in  the  night.  fear  of  darkness,  or  what  lies  within ?  nightmares  made  real.  the  gentle  monster     /     a  gentleness  that  comes,  not  from  the  absence  of  violence,  but  despite  the  abundance  of  it.  safety  in  shadows.  let’s  go  in  the  garden,  you’ll  find  something  waiting  . . .

dreamed  by  BEE   (  he / it,  18+  )    originally  established  june  20th,  2020   ;   rebooted  july  29th,  2022   +   art  credit.  sporadic  activity.      i  don’t  bite !

carrd.     (   more  tba !   )

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but also me after saying i'm going on a temp break: what if i said despite them ultimately being agender and apathetic to any binary concepts i also view darkrai as somewhat fem - leaning even tho the general fandom perception of it is masc

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another obligatory I'm Not Dead post. gonna come out and say it, while i'm by no means abandoning this blog, darkrai's muse is on cooldown rn and i've been having a ton of fun with a new muse as well. i might be back here soon since i've gotten a lot better about running multiple blogs + my overall attitude towards tumblr rp, but for now, if you need to reach me i'll either be on discord or over there ! i hope to see you all again when darkrai eventually does wake back up <3

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but also me after saying i'm going on a temp break: what if i said despite them ultimately being agender and apathetic to any binary concepts i also view darkrai as somewhat fem - leaning even tho the general fandom perception of it is masc

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another obligatory I'm Not Dead post. gonna come out and say it, while i'm by no means abandoning this blog, darkrai's muse is on cooldown rn and i've been having a ton of fun with a new muse as well. i might be back here soon since i've gotten a lot better about running multiple blogs + my overall attitude towards tumblr rp, but for now, if you need to reach me i'll either be on discord or over there ! i hope to see you all again when darkrai eventually does wake back up <3

[azzehkarla]

My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. U might have the strength and size but I have pure, unfiltered rage.

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^  doesn't  see  what  the  problem  w/   not  being  let  on  a  subway  is  they  can  already  go  in  the  ground  .  if  ur  corporeal  than  that's  ur  problem

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i  don't  Need  therapy  drawing  darkrai's  hair  is  free

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❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

[flowerytale]

John Keats, from “Isabella, or the Pot of Basil” (published in 1820)

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Untitled © Peter Solarz

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*     @picavecalyx​   :   ‘ want sume? ’ ( silva's got pokepuffs and poffins :3 )   [  . . .  ]   question starters,  not accepting  !

     barely  a  twitch  save  for  natural  ripple  of  its  form.  claws  stay  folded  over  its  lap,  only  the  faintest  turn  of  its  head  as  indication  that  they're  listening.  though  it  had  a  soft  spot  for  the  little  ones.  with  a  light  huff  of  air  to  blow  plume  out  of  its  face  does  that  make  itself  apparent   ;   a  fondness  in  the  depths  of  cold  eyes,  but  there's   . . .   hm.  something  else  there,  in  the  way  it  squints.  it's,  well,  bemused  to  put  it  bluntly.  that  narrowed  eye  rakes  from  her  face  then  down  to  offered  treats  and  right  back  up  again,  as  if   . . .   SOMETHING  would  make  itself  clear  the  longer  it  looked  ——  though  not  even  darkrai  could  be  sure  what  that  something  was.  neither  entirely  unsure  of  what  to  do  with  itself,  nor  her,  it  sits  somewhere  awkwardly  in  the  middle.

   the  air  felt  heavy  all  of  a  sudden,  and  its  with  all  the  haste  of  molasses  that  gaze  finally  slinks  down  to  settle  on  the  pastries.  ones  it  stares  down  at  so  skeptically,  as  if  they  had  fangs.  a  raised  hand  follows  suit,  hovering  with  claws  furling  and  unfurling  once,  twice  ——  before  the  mounting  pressure  in  its  shoulders  finally  POPS !  and  it  blurts  out,     ❛❛   . . .   the  yellow  ones.   ❜❜

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*     𖦹  ‧₊ ˚.     GIRATINA     /     wormdritch.

@darqvoid &&. liked for a LYRIC STARTER!

❝ it must be so HARD, in the mess you’re always cleaning up.  ❞

         ❛❛   I   . . .   ❜❜     PAUSE.     a  moment’s  consideration  that  teeters  just  on  the  brink  of  a  lull.  their  form  flickers  like  candlelight  against  the  crumbling  stonework,  a  jagged  phantom  just  at  the edge  of  wyrm’s  shadow   ;   cautious,  as  if  they’d  come  too  close  and  be  sucked  in.

   ❛❛   . . .   i  am  no  stranger  to  hardships.   ❜❜     the  dark  may  only  conceal,  it  never  lies.  a  grave sentiment  that  they  proclaim,  spoken  in  halting  tone,  but  one  no  less  earnest.  protecting  their  home  had  never  ——  would  never  be  a  burden,  no,  what  brings  the  dream - eater  pause  is  the  weary  suspicion  that  lurks  in  single   /   searing  blue  eye.

   ❛❛   you   . . .   mock  me.   ❜❜     said  gingerly,  but  not  with  accusation.  it’s  something  more  RESIGNED  than  that,  almost  a  question.

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*     @wishkill​   :   ‘  why didn’t you fight back ?  ’   [  . . .  ]   question starters,  accepting.

          THE  NIGHT  IS  QUIET  AND  THE  NIGHT  IS  LEARNING  TO  BE  GENTLE   :   branches  that  sway  in  the  wind  creak  with  their  old  age,  what  little  moonlight  there  is  peeks  past  the  dense  clouds  like  a  curious  child,  shining  through  a  heavy  canopy  and  leaving  wet  grass  dotted  silver.  a  serene  sight,  if  not  for  the  absence  of  a  kricketot’s  song  or  the  underbrush  rustling  with  nocturnal  hunters,  and  the  DREAM - EATER'S  voice  ——  guttural  though  it  may  be  ——  does  little  to  fill  the  silence.     (   learning,  they  are  learning,  but  can  do  little  to  cease  the  air  from  going  cold  once  shadows  are  cast.   )

   ❛❛   . . .  there  has  been  enough.   ❜❜

O’  LIGHT,  O’  CREATOR,  YOUR  WORLD  IS  ONE  WITH  TEETH !     to  run  from  shadows  is  to  flee  the  setting  of  the  sun   :   a  sisyphean  task.  but  man  feared  the  dark,  feared  what  he  could  not  see,  could  not  understand.     oh,  nightmare - bringer,  what  contempt  you  spurn !     there  had  been  a  time  where  conflict  was  as  familiar  to  them  as  the  throes  of  slumber,  part  and  parcel  as  the  lunar  phases.  terror  met  with  terror  in  turn.  but  they  are  older  now—  they  are  tired.

O’  CREATOR,  YOUR  WORLD  IS  ONE  WITH  TEETH,  and  i  have  found  my  peace  in  this  corner  of  it.     (   my  body  was  made  hollow  and  bitterness  has  turned  the  pit  of  me  to  chasm   ;   something  has  bloomed  there  now.   )

even  the  titans,  they  who  would  have  seen  their  sanctuary  rend  to  dust,  were  met  with  the  same  mantra.     we  can  belong,  we  can  all  belong  somewhere.     wordlessly,  they  turn  from  the  leaves  above  to  their  smaller  kin  floating  nearby   . . .   and  they  think  of  just  how  withdrawn  they  have  become  despite  that.

it’s  here  that  again  darkrai  speaks,  with  an  unwavering  conviction  and  decades  long  weariness   /   with  a  gaze  ever  so  icy.  they  sigh,  knowing  well  where  their  own  distance  stemmed  from,  long  since  having  learned  not  to  expect  understanding,  but  still  ever - insisting,  ever - stubborn.  they  still  have  not  yet  learned  to  drain  the  vinegar  from  their  tone.

  ❛❛   i  have  had  enough.   ❜❜

[reshino-san]

Darkrai