PAST LIVES AND MEMORIES

First life. When I learned that I was Satan, (that is, while acting as Ryo Asuka), I vehemently rejected my role, wanting to become a human to stay by Akira's side.

We still destroyed the world, somehow, and my punishment was to reincarnate until I became a good person. Haven't quite gotten there yet. It will come, with time.

I was a terrible, awful person who wanted to do what I thought was right. Feeling phantom wings, I initially thought I was an angel. It was a funny, morbid thing to me, to be someone so inherently violent and so inherently holy. Ironic.

I loved Akira. I understood how much he cared about Miki, and tried to be kind to her, only to be surprised by how...nihilistic she was. Common ground.

Surprise! This guy has a description now!

I only really started remembering things when Spierce started RPing with her QPP's P5 fictives. Now, I know that my timeline was heavily affected by the Sanctuary, the RP server they were using, as well as a demilitarized pocket universe out of spacetime.

Essentially, Spierce told Ren that I was the Black Mask VERY early, right after Madarame. I told him that if we ever crossed paths, he and the other Phantom Thieves had to defeat me—and if they did, only then would I enlist their help in taking down Shido.

Spierce was also staying in my apartment, which is part of why she knew I was the Black Mask at all. I did try to kill her for finding out, but she lived, so it's fine.

I do not remember ever being Laserblast, nor do I remember KO being my son. For all intents and purposes, I was born weird, evil, and purple.

Unsure of my relationship with Boxman, though I did very much enjoy his company. (I was still a second father to his robot children.) I don't think I exactly valued romantic relationships so much as I valued just...causing havoc with people? I didn't have friends so much as I had partners in crime. Combat was exhilarating. I was perpetually tired otherwise.

Don't...really remember too much about my turbonic self? The idea of having an alter ego— let alone that wanted to destroy the world, when all I wanted was to cause havoc in it—is odd. Turbo research was done in part for the sake of the potential of power and to learn more about natural turbonic selves.

I cannot BELIEVE this man. I sit here going "heheh he's just a little painter guy" and then Youtube goes "hey actually people are making playlists about him destroying Mondstadt" and I go WHAT and it turns out he's just constantly aware that one day he'll snap and destroy his home. And then my little brain goes "hmm that sounds familiar and makes you feel emotions" and I go GODDAMNIT

Anyway. I was an angry person. I tried not to look like it, and I wasn't necessarily a loud angry person—it was moreso a seething and...destroying things anger. Having a Geo Vision made things a little easier, since pillars of rock were satisfying to destroy, but I always felt like destroying more important things would have been more satisfying.

I don't remember destroying Mondstadt. Maybe I fantasized about it. I shackled myself down instead.

Eheh. This one's a doozy.

Rather than being a pianist who had Distorted, I was actually an incarnation of X (eventually called Xavier) who managed to get all the way to Day 50 without A's memories sticking. Tried my best to atone for things I didn't remember doing, only to panic and escape right at the end.

And then I met Carmen in the Light. And she acknowledged me, not as A, but as an individual. And she offered a way for me to express my true self.

Xavier and the Pianist feel different. The Pianist still gives me a sort of euphoria, a desire to create an indulge in a symphony. Xavier is shy and sheepish.

Pacifist Route. I was around 15-16 years old. This was another life where I just wanted to be...happy.

I lived knowing that I would die early, for one reason or another. It was easy to accept. Easy to fall into that pit of despair. Following Frisk along their journey showed me that it didn't have to be that way.

Narrator Chara was canon. Frisk's HP went into decimals during the Asriel fight because I was shielding them, finally feeling some sort of regret for my actions. I don't know what happened to me after everyone left the Underground.

A very impactful life. Incredibly canon-divergent.

Since humans can become ghosts and demons can't, my half-demon half-human soul solved the problem by... exploding. The pieces were collected, my soul was reformed, and it was used to revive me sometime after DMC4, meaning DMC5 did not happen. V and Urizen did not exist.

I spent a lot of time playing catch-up and trying to be a better father to Nero. A better brother to Dante. Et cetera. I had (and still have) trauma regarding brainwashing, and often felt as if Mundus was still trying to gain control over me again. I was very quiet and subdued post-revival. Nero kept Yamato upon my request.

Clears my throat. Literally more canon-divergent than anyone else on this list.

Same canon as Acacius. (I assume our two souls merged upon both being in this body at the same time.) I met Acacius when he left the Kou Empire as a "diplomat" to live in Sindria after the timeskip. Initially, I was suspicious of his presence, but it soon became apparent that I should have been more worried for his wellbeing than anything he could do to Sindria.

I didn't support Sinbad's want to supersede Solomon's Rukh in the slightest. When he attempted to enter the Sacred Palace on the roof of a tower much like Baal's dungeon, I aided in the raid thereof, accompanying Acacius to the top with the intention of killing Sinbad myself.

The battle led to David and Arba's Rukh fusing into a Black Djinn more powerful than any we'd seen thus far. It practically destroyed our universe, and we were forced to escape through a hole in the fabric of the universe, created by Solomon. This directly led into this life, as many of the people from that universe took refuge in this body.

Oh this one's a doozy.

The season—and Danganronpa as a whole—was abruptly cancelled around the time of trial 4. Since the whole thing was a simulation, all of us were jettisoned back into our """normal""" lives, still bearing the identities of Ultimates, yet expected to just...forget and go back to how we were before. No DICE. No nothing.

So, I did the only logical (not) thing and spent the next 10 years working my way up in the world, gaining fame and influence, pretending I didn't care about 53 or anything surrounding it...up until I designed my own killing game, meant to essentially crush the world that currently existed to replace it with a world meant for Ultimates and Ultimates alone. Revenge, against the world that created me and so carelessly tossed me away.

Overall, someone who very much insisted he was too far gone, but. He's in the category for archetypes with redemption arcs, so what can you do. Power of friendship yadda yadda yadda. I'd like to think I'm happier now.

Y'know, a lot of my past lives come to me gradually, over time. Rarely do I see someone and immediately feel a connection. Usually, I'll build memories and feelings of closeness over time, before realizing and seeing the signs in retrospect.

Teru, on the other hand, hit me like a truck, knocked me out, and 3 hours later, I woke up with an odd scar where half of my religious trauma used to be.

My original timeline was one in which God won. I didn't attempt to delete Kiyomi myself, trusting in God to have already planned for her possession of a slip of the Note being a liability.

However, after arriving in the Sanctuary (a demilitarized pocket universe outside of spacetime), I met another version of God who had renounced the Death Note, instead seeking a kinder path, rewarding good rather than punishing evil. My guilt over the crimes I had committed in my own timeline led me to use the Sanctuary's place in timelessness to go back and prevent my original God from ever touching the Death Note, thus preventing His ascension and granting Him a normal life.

However, as this revoked my place in my own timeline, from here, I spent my days in the Sanctuary, following my new God along Its path.

Noncanon (Neo) Team Plasma grunt. Childhood friends with Ingo, Emmet, and Elesa. Many memories.

Generally...not very emotional. I joined Team Plasma, both in vain some attempt to find some purpose, and to try and understand what they even believed in, though I'm unsure of why I stayed to join Neo Team Plasma. I ended up being Colress's personal assistant for a while, mainly just following him around and taking notes, until Neo Team Plasma dispersed as well.

My relationship with him was somehow both that of a boss and tired assistant, and very subtly homosexual. We went to Kalos, Alola, Galar, and Paldea together together.

I had a partner Pokemon: a Swadloon named Percy. The rest of my team consisted of a Trubbish named Meister, a Bisharp named Isaac, and a Pawniard named Pepper.

When Ingo disappeared to Hisui, Elesa contacted me to come back to Nimbasa to help comfort Emmet. It didn't feel right for me to just sit there and pretend he'd come back, so for Emmet's sake, I told him that I'd find Ingo no matter what.

(He believed me, for some reason. Maybe I just looked determined. Maybe my expression reminded him of Ingo.)

It was hard to find a lead at first. I didn't really know where to start, so I just started asking people. That didn't work—but eventually, I came upon news reports about the champion from Sinnoh disappearing around the same time Ingo did. The lead I needed.

I spent hours and hours researching the links between Unova and Sinnoh. Holed up in libraries, reading history book after history book, trying to find some sort of meaning, a link between the disappearances...until, somehow, a Hisuian history book found its way to me. And there he was, standing at attention in a horribly tattered hat and coat. Ingo.

That was when I knew I needed to go to Sinnoh.

At first, Elesa didn't want to let me leave. She didn't think it was connected, and she was worried that she'd lose both of us if I went out there to find him. Eventually, it came down to a Pokémon battle. If she won, I'd stay. If she lost...I'd go.

And, well. I won.

Eventually, through battling gyms and even the Elite Four, I was able to talk to Cynthia and gain access to the shrine at the top of Mount Coronet.

And I just...sat there. Until something happened.

Remember when this guy hyperbeamed a person? Yeah.

I'm almost certain that the only reason I kinfirmed this fool was because I didn't want to kinfirm a character very similar to him, because a friend had already kinfirmed him.

However, I'm not friends with that person anymore, so...Lance stays until I figure out how I feel about him.

Ah yes. The only non-humanoid on this list, barring Shy Guy.

I don't have very many strong memories regarding this life, but I do remember having an unlucky (ha) crush on Magica. It's a shame she wanted to ruin my uncle's life and possibly turn the world into gold!

I also had a vested interest in witchcraft and the metaphysical, given the origins of my luck. Sometimes I wonder if my aversion to working was just because I was afraid that my luck would run out, and I would finally do something wrong.

Coughs. Clears my throat.

So, that true ending, huh?

It's funny how sacrificing myself to something so much bigger than me, than us, could be so scary and so freeing at the same time. Was it even a sacrifice at all?

Ah yes. Mr Rail Tracer himself. (Can you tell how these are getting less serious as I go down the list?)

To be completely honest, I'm not really sure of my connection to Felix. The feelings wax and wane. He feels almost like a shadow on my identity.

The funny thing about being BB is that I actually inherited a lot of L's habits, by nature of how I was pretending to be him. Ironic!

Things went generally to plan, but this is another one of those Spierce-affected timelines. She stopped me from setting myself ablaze and took me to the Sanctuary instead, and I eventually helped catch Kira! Because the Shinigami Eyes let me see any Shinigami, and I saw Light just chatting away with Ryuk about the Note. Tehee.

Everything I did was for A, or Abby, who committed suicide far before LABB. The acronym was specifically chosen in honor of her, and she's the reason I went by BB in the first place. It was to honor her memory, as well as to enforce L's humanity by creating an unsolveable case.

I had an appreciation for art in a very bloody fashion. A macabre sort of humor.

I actually thought I was Ibara initially, but I wasn't completely sure. It felt strange, out of place. Then our partner had Madara join its system, and things began to make much more sense.

I think I was older than I was in canon? By two years at least. It just feels weird to be that young in general.

I ended up feeling a lot more attached to Madara than those in Crazy:B, if only because it still felt like he respected me as someone capable, regardless of his babying. Not once did he doubt my abilities while we moved together as Double Face.

I'm anticipating inevitable timeline interference from Spierce, as our partner's Madara seems to recognize her.

...I'd like to start by saying that Novus is the category for uh. Weirdos.

That being said, it's not like I'm embarrassed that I was David. He just feels...weird. Sort of like an outlier, when compared to my other lives.

I had a lot of headaches.

I'm not sure if this counts as fictionkin or otherkin! Maybe fictionkin, since I generally feel strongly about Mario Party and Mario Kart Shy Guy...

I don't have any Shy Guy-related memories, but Shy Guy as a character (rather than a species) feels important enough for me to go "Hey!!! That's me!" Hence, Shy Guy is on this list. :)

This was one of TWO lives that were revealed to me, somehow, through a dream. However, I know much less about my 2B life than I do about Bernadetta.

I remember standing on a flowery hill, holding hands with someone I cared about. There was an emphasis on love, nature, and being alive. Maybe I was the one who couldn't let go of my emotions.

Very strong feelings about 9S. Not sure what they are, exactly.

The first past life I discovered, back around 2013-2015. I don't like to think about this one. It's...sad.

Gordon looks the most like my current self out of all of my lives! It makes me feel the Gender Euphorias. :)

I'm not really sure about my memories. The entire ordeal felt like a fever dream, but I'm pretty sure it actually happened? It's a weird situation. I feel pretty positively towards everyone involved, though—including Benrey.

I was, however, a trans man, so I'm not sure how the Infamous Dick Slip happened.

The way ENA applies to me most is mainly through a sort of...mania? The sort of happiness that everyone around you dreads. Something disconcerting, uncomfortable, wrong.

I definitely feel that some sort of median situation was going on. We could meet in the middle, but any sort of intensity—of happiness or anger for me, and of desolation and despair for her—would lead either one of us to become that much more intense as a result.

"Sad" ENA was markedly more naive and curious when she wasn't filled with despair. I wasn't wise so much as I was...calculating.

(Copying and pasting from the Toyhou.se profile for now, but that feels fitting for who he is.)

Created by an organization known as Hope's End, Rem's only purpose in life is to end the production of Danganronpa. His Ultimate talent (Ultimate Rhythm Gamer) was surgically induced, while his skills as an Ultimate Saboteur were trained into him over years of preparation—including intensive study of every season ever aired.

His infiltration into the 53rd Killing Game led to the failure of every murder attempted by the other participants—yet the game continued nonetheless, the audience captivated by the cast's continued survival despite all odds.

Posing as a naive and kind person, Rem spent much of his time in the 53rd Killing Game sticking to the sides of those he saw as liabilities, befriending them and tilting them away from the path of a blackened.

In particular, he spent much of his time cooperating with Kokichi (who had seen through his guise almost immediately) in "winning" the game, going so far as to request that Kokichi steal everyone's motive videos so that he could personally watch each one. This led to the Insect Meet and Greet as it had occurred in the original timeline, though without the intent to have everyone watch their own videos.

I played as him while I was going through the game, so it's my own playthrough that I remember! For the most part. As far as I know, I was teamed with Abella, Levi, and Marina, though Marina and I were the closest.

I found honest work, but that doesn't mean I didn't still learn of Sylvian's medical teachings. Loving Whispers was, in a way, partial possession: you would allow Sylvian to take your voice and your hands, and Her touch and voice would provide healing effects to the afflicted, depending on how excited it made them. Thusly, more...intimate interaction was often needed, as per Sylvian's...Sylvianisms.

I didn't use it often. Only in dire circumstances.

This is another past life I RP'd as in the Sanctuary, but I don't know if I myself remember going there yet.

Recent discovery! I hate my dad. Yuuya is fine.

Minecraf...

Yeah, Capti is the Homestuck category. Creative, I know.

I was a musician! Specifically, The Composer. The Signless and his followers often sung hymns during their sermons, and they moved me so much that I orchestrated one of them. I was possibly exiled for it. :)

The pieces I composed were stored in 8-ball sized orbs that would begin to play if you held them for long enough. This definitely did not cause any issues with a certain omniscient ball. (That I'm aware of.)

While the silhouette appearances of the other ancestors were more of a stylistic choice than anything, my being an Heir of Void (not a Page, don't ask me why) meant that this was how I ACTUALLY looked. I was very reclusive and timid post-exile, much like a cornered animal. Mindfang...had sympathy for me, as far as I can remember. She had to've, given that she let me stay in her domain—even if it did benefit her.

Theorized to be an ancestorswap of sorts? While the story seems to roughly follow that of the beta trolls' ancestors, being an Heir of Void rather than a Page of Void and having been a composer rather than (in addition to? maybe it was just for the Sufferer) an executioner makes me think I may not have been post-scratch Horuss at all.

From a similar (likely the same) canon as Darkleer.

I was given a music box (likely created and donated by the Composer) during my captivity in the Condescence's ship. It took all of my spare psionics to wind it, but when it played...it played a lullaby the Disciple used to hum. I was obsessed with it. I played it over and over, possibly until I died. It was the only comfort I had through my captivity. It might've even been playing during the Vast Glub.

Specifically, I started out as just Dave. It always felt not quite right, though, and I think I finally figured out why. :)

A lot of my memories, I think, are influenced by having become two people. It's hard to remember anything outside of that context, each memory given two different perspectives, each person with fused and different opinions. When I think of Rose, my first thought is "Rosie! :33".

In terms of music, I think my ambitions were...different? I might have been a gentler person, I might not have been. I'm not really sure if it matters anymore? I might've played the violin.

I don't remember being especially closed off. I feel like I showed my emotions pretty consistently, but then again, I'm not sure. A lot of my memories come with feelings from the 'Peta part of the equation, so I can't speak too consistently on parts before the fusion.

I do remember being trans, but not like... Bro didn't make a big deal of it, so it just kinda felt normal? I didn't need to transition because I was just allowed to choose from the get-go. That might also be troll-influenced feelings, though?

Did NOT like puppets. Kinda paranoid, as per regularly being attacked and sentenced to sword duels. On some level, I almost began to understand the paranoia he felt once I got into the Medium. Part of me thought that maybe he knew what was coming and was preparing me for it. I kinda wish he'd just told me, were that the case, though I probably wouldn't have believed him...

I think having been fused makes a lot of sense, with the track record I have with duality. It feels good to be two and one at once, to understand why I never felt quite right as just Dave.

Once again concerned by my lack of interest in irony or rap, but...Strider moment?

I think my feelings regarding Dirk are very much influenced by the specific Dirk-related media I've seen; bits and pieces of him interacting with his peers and Dave in Homestuck and, well. Detective Pony.

If I had to pin down my specific feelings, they'd be...soft? Pensive. Melacholy. I wanted to mean something, I think. Be important to someone, stick out in people's minds as anything or anyone. Weird churning mix of feelings in my heart, a push and pull that left me and everyone around me seasick.

My baby-age turmoil of "Am I a bad person, a good person, or a bad person forced to be good?" feels applicable to Dirk, too. Light was a flickering thing I tried (and failed) to grasp. Sometimes, being worse was easier. Sometimes, I wanted to rip my own heart out, if only to see what was so wrong with it.

No matter how much I psychoanalyzed myself, nothing felt right. I could prattle off my own issues and flaws for hours, but it felt like there was a wall between me and what I actually did. Symptoms and no recovery plan. No skills to repair myself. It felt like there was something rotting inside of me, and I had no idea how to actually reach out for help. Disappointing the people I cared about was something I was terrified of—especially with how much they looked up to me.

Uhhhhh not too sure about this one. I'm always back and forth about Sollux, but it's been hard for me to really pin down past lives recently anyway? Plus, Sollux is another one of those moments where I don't really feel super close with the canon version so much as I do a modified version that's come to me over time. Heck, I realized I had long hair in a ponytail because I misinterpreted the art that I have as Sollux's icon on this site.

I have no problem talking about him in first person, though, so I'll take that as some sort of indication. I also love Aradia. :) Unsure of my Feferi feelings. (Fefeelings?) Very much remember doing tech support for Eq and. okay I will say I feel like I remember almost being charmed by our interactions, but seeing as I'm dating Eq (not the same one) in THIS life, I could just be biased.

Part of me is very aware that actually re-reading the comic would help me put a lot of my feelings in place, not just for Sollux, but for ALL of my Homestuck past lives, but also. Come on. Do you really expect me to do that. Look at me.

One of my favorite HS past lives. :)

Very distinct memories of Tagora and I mocking the heiress. We vacillated a lot, but it was more like our relationship would just ebb and flow to fit our needs than us not knowing what it "should" be.

We both knew that the way Alternia worked was shitty and exploitative, but I was the only one willing to say it out loud. Tagora knew how to tug the right strings; I wanted to cut them altogether.

At first, I wasn't really sure if I was matesprits with Stelsa like in canon, but after playing Chapter 2, I feel like I at least knew her? I don't remember making nearly as many innuendos and/or flirtatious remarks to much of anyone, much less her.

A lot of my tactics still revolved around getting a rise out of my opponent, but I was very serious about what I was doing. Justice wasn't a game to me.

I definitely had a good number of opportunities to be a defense legislacerator, so I don't know if I was on a version of Earth instead of Alternia or what. Who knows! Not me.

My partner and I made an AU where all of the trolls and kids were replaced with new ones in the same session, which of course made it basically no longer the same session, and we called them the delta trolls/kids! And then they won and created Earth X, which is where Tracey is. :)

I was a defense attorney! My detective partner (and actual partner, eventually, also 1/3) was Vralem. :) The first person I defended (Draugr) also eventually became one of my partners (through polycule rights <3 2/3), and so did my prosecutor rival, Lorely. (3/3) :) We were all very gay and trying our best. Shenanigans ensued.

I don't feel the need to say a lot about this one, since it's all mostly related to worldbuilding between my partner and I. I don't see us ever putting this out there as a fanventure or anything.

Not sure why Chihiro hasn't been here from the very beginning! I've felt a very strong connection to him since I first got into Danganronpa in 2013. I don't have any particularly strong memories, so I might've been in Summer Camp rather than Trigger Happy Havoc.

I was closeted and transmasculine! It was really only Mondo's support that helped me move past my fear of not being masculine enough. Had a very particular relationship with my gender that still feels tenuous to this day. Masculine and feminine and androgynous all at once. Hee hoo.

Not entirely sure if Chihiro is even a past life. I'd hate to dumb it down to "just like me fr!", but I do feel like he's more of a present influence than many of my other identities. Who's to say!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

At first I thought this was just a cameotype because he looks like Chihiro. Nope! VISCERAL horror while watching the anime. Help me help me help me

Yeah, uh. My name was Penny, not Vicky.

I lived for fun and not much else! Liam was kind of my partner in crime, somehow, for some reason I'm sure. I think I was ace?

Noncanon. Same canon as Ja'far.

Originally from Sasan before running away via a trade caravan. King Vessel with two Djinn: Seere (Wind) and Decarabia (Life). Companion to Judal and Hakuryuu throughout the Kou Civil War. Eventually, holder of Solomon's original Rukh.

I acted as a "diplomat" in Sindria to watch Sinbad's actions in the Final Arc, but it ended up mostly being Solomon and David arguing through our bodies instead. We were both very tired.

Before David and Arba fused, I fought Sinbad with Decarabia. Her Extreme Magic allowed me to pull David's Rukh out of Sinbad's body, using my bow and arrow as a harpoon. After being expelled, David attempted to enter my body, and a literal war between him and Solomon began in my Rukh.

Sinbad, now free of his influence, expelled David from my body using the same method he used to purify Ja'far's Rukh when they were both much younger. This was when David and Arba fused into a Black Djinn, and Solomon used his power to pull all of us into the Great Flow to figure out our next plan of action.

He resolved to puncture a hole in the fabric of our universe, leading us to all escape to other worlds.

Canon-divergency in a universe with multiple established timelines? Woah!

Post-war, the emperor of united Fódlan was Hubert, alongside his consorts, (me and Ferdinand :)), in place of Edelgard, who fell in the battle against the Immaculate One (and was promptly avenged).

In this timeline, Byleth accompanied the Golden Deer. An alliance was formed between the Adrestian Empire and the Leicester Alliance, leading to the defeat of the Church of Seiros and the Kingdom of Faerghus. This led the timeline to follow more along the lines of Crimson Flower.

Since Hubert is visiting while the events from this life are still playing out, it feels more...current? Than a past life. More like a parallel life?

I'm not completely sure if I'm Cornet, but one of the major songs from Rhapsody that comforts her is a huge comfort to me as well, and I often sing it to myself when I'm feeling distressed.

You ever just join a Danganronpa fangame rp server, make an OC, have him murder someone by accident, have a traumatic falling out with one of the admins because they're a sysmed singlet, leave, make said OC an endogenic system out of spite, give him a ventriloquist boyfriend, and then realize you're him?

Yeah.

Thrown into another world as a sacrifice to appease a bunch of demons with the full expectation that I'd die, lived and kicked their evil queen's ass anyway, ALSO I have a bug whatever-attracts-preyfriend now. Pumpkin pasta you son of a bitch idiot. With a wooden spoon no less! You wish. You fucking wish you were me.

Pukes.

Unsure exactly what I looked like, so I take the interpretations I see.

Seer of many things. Devoted to the Stellaron Hunters, even knowing I shouldn't get attached. Human feelings and all. Wishing well for them even in my certainty.

Tendency towards physical affection, but only slight. Forehead kisses and headpats in gratitude and comfort. Soft, silent, a breeze that doesn't disturb.

Essentially: Bungou Stray Dogs, but make it songs and a little different.

Zach is a mafia executive—the youngest in the Del Bay Mafia at 21 years old. He actually has two Muses: Muzzle, which allows him to hit any target with 100% accuracy, and Wozwald, which lets him copy the Muse of whomever he touches.

Overall, very emotionally stunted. Not without emotion, but what he does have is strange and unpredictable. Intense misophonia, to the point of shooting things that make noises he doesn't like. This is, in part, because he can also hear others' Muses when he touches them—though, this doesn't count as a Muse itself, so it works through nullification.

Has affectionate feelings towards Osamu Dazai from BSD, for reasons I'm sure will come to light soon enough. Teehee.

Gerard. Not Gerry.

Not too many memories, especially since we haven't finished TMA yet. I did what I thought was right.

Pukes. Again.

Complete roleswap. Very angry person. Hatred was a tool to keep me sharp and sane.

Sick sort of discomfort.

I thought I would be gone forever. I missed Phos. Everything felt wrong. Why did no one mourn them? Why did we have to die? I wanted to live alongside the people I loved. It all felt wrong.

:mizukithumbsup:

The Elk's Corruption will override one's identity with primal desire, bringing out one's cruelest self in pursuit of pleasure. It's a sickeningly sweet haze—one that can be incredibly difficult to pull oneself from.

Typically, there will be very little division between the corruption and one's normal self, were they to willingly give in. An unwilling corruption, however, will find much more difficulty in remaining dominant, as the person's original self, their morality, fights to deny the corruption's influence.

I was that original half. And I fought that corruption my entire life.

Possibly my second life, and a past life I don't enjoy thinking about. Ladd was even worse than Satan (if you can fathom that one) in that he didn't even want to do good in the first place. He just did what was fun. Killed because he could. Got revenge because he could.

I still care about Lua a lot, but I would rather not find her again. I don't think I should be making connections with people based on incredibly abusive relationships we had together in past lives.

Maybe it was a hatred of fate that made me want to force everyone to follow it, just like I had to.

While I do suppress them because they suck, this man has REALLY strong shifts. I get afraid whenever I want to stim by stomping my feet.

Possibly a flicker. Haven't had any strong feelings about her in a while.