BRINGING BACK THE EMOTIONAL IMPORT MEME

[mightletyouknowme]

THE EMOTIONAL IMPORT MEME

Stolen from fellow DDD member who originally got it from bakerstreet. We're DOUBLY cool like that.

1. Post with your characters.
2. Comment on someone else.
3. When you comment on another character, you now have their feels. It can be a something they're trying to forget, something they just don't want you to know, or something they're not sure of themselves. Anything that they can't let go of or have trouble admitting.
4. Aftermath! You now know they're deepest, darkest feelings. How's that going to work out for you?

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[treatinferiors]

Regulus Black
Kotomine Kirei
Marceline

[shinjaeba]

[They might never have talked before but everyone can use a dose of Kirei feels, right? No, not really.]

[structuraldefect]

[The thing with Kirei feels is there isn't much to feel at all.

It's just empty.

A sort of malicious emptiness.

And the feeling of locking it down as tightly as possible. So the dark can't escape. But lately, the lid has started to come loose. Little black spots, dotting the vision, fogging lenses which used to be clear, staining the rosaries and crosses.

The thing with Kirei feels is there's too much to feel. Almost at the exact same time. A sense of the deck being stacked against him. Of pushing a boulder up a hill, only to have it fall down again. Of being screwed from the start.

He can deny and resist as much as he wants. He can repress. He can clamp down his thoughts until he's not even really alive. Not really. Just a robot. Going through the motions.

Because the only other option is letting go.

And he knows there will be no one to catch him, when he falls.]

[shinjaeba]

[The emptiness is new. Even if her own beginnings were drenched in darkness, of helplessnes and rage, there was feeling to it. Of the knowledge of a hole to fill. The wound would never be healed but - this sense of the odds turning against them.

Of knowing that the task is too much. That it's utterly useless to continue. To batter at a wall that breaks only to be rebuilt again. She knows that almost too well.

Why don't you act like a daughter that I could be seen in public with?!

It was the feeling that led to her own, for lack of a better term, birth.]

Sometimes the wound can't be healed, right? Then it festers. It can still be fixed but...at that point the question is whether you want it fixed or not.