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[kitkat13001]

⋆˙⟡ ༉‧ 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚢

>> chuuya nakahara x reader (ft some past dazai x reader)

>> comfort, slight angst, brief mentions of alcohol, reader has a history w dazai

part 2 / reverse pov of ‘dreaming of you’ (dazai x reader)

chuuya sighs, plucking the near-empty wine glass from your hands. you blink up at him with owlish eyes, as if waking from a daze. 

“that’s the last time i let you drink unsupervised,” he tells you, downing the contents of the glass for himself before setting it down in the sink. 

“i’m serious, chuu,” you frown, but your cheeks are flushed and you can’t fight the hiccup that rises with the end of the sentence. 

“so am i,” chuuya replies, taking your arm in a firm but gentle grip as he lifts you from your seat at the table. “you’re going to feel all that wine in the morning, you know.”

“i don’t care,” you sniff, falling back into the plush couch cushions. chuuya heaves another sigh, perching on the armrest beside you. 

you remain silent for a long time, until chuuya turns to see you sniffle, shiny eyes downcast. 

“i miss him, chuu.”

he doesn’t have to ask to know who you’re talking about.

it’s not uncommon for this kind of thing to happen. wine with dinner turns into a few too many drinks, and the influx of alcohol turns you into an emotional mess. 

it’s usually this subject that comes up. sometimes it’s different things; the stress bubbling up from work, how long it’s been since you’ve seen your family, how afraid you are of the future, things like that. but more often than not, your mind always comes back to the empty space in your heart that osamu dazai left behind.

“i know you do,” chuuya replies, releasing one long exhale. he wishes he could say ‘so do i’, for the simple comfort that you aren’t suffering alone. but chuuya doesn’t lie, especially not to you. 

he slides down the armrest to settle on the couch beside you, pressing his warm side against yours to give some of the comfort you so desperately seek on nights like these. 

“why did he leave?”

chuuya frowns. “it’s no use wondering now, you know. he did what he did and that was the end of it.”

he knows the words are harsh, but it’s worse for you to think so hard on things that happened so long ago. or worse, for you to think that it was your fault dazai left. 

guilt shrivels up his heart when he looks down at you, at the tears swimming in your big, sad eyes. 

“don’t…don’t cry,” chuuya says, crease appearing between his brows. he could never stand to see you crying. 

you sniffle, biting your lip and blinking to dispel the tears. when you speak, your voice is a ghostly whisper. “do you think…do you think he misses us?”

chuuya bites the inside of his cheek so hard he tastes blood. 

“not me. but you…” he pauses, thinking it over. “maybe.”

you inhale shakily and chuuya can feel you tremble against his side. 

his guilt gives in to anger, bubbling up inside his chest until he bursts out. “well, fuck him! we’re better off without him, okay?”

“okay.”

you don’t sound very convinced. and to be honest, neither is chuuya. 

sometimes—and it’s an outrageous, dirty, traitorous thought—chuuya thinks you should have gone with him. he would’ve felt like a desolate, unlovable piece of shit if you had left with dazai, but at least you’d maybe be happy. and chuuya would live a million miserable existences if it meant you would be happy. 

but then you nuzzle your head further into his arm, effectively using him as a pillow, and all those depressing thoughts vanish from chuuya’s head. the warmth of your body against his almost brings a smile to his face.

no, he thinks, feeling a surge of protectiveness over you. he wouldn’t trade this for the world. and he wouldn’t leave you like dazai did, not for anything. 

and you didn’t go with him, anyway. you chose to stay. with chuuya. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

i think this one’s shorter than the dazai one 🥲 i hope it’s still a decent read 🫶 chuuya makes me feel things. i live for longing and pining and mixed signals. lmk what other stuff you guys might wanna see from me <333

[bananafire11]

Recent alastor art dump woooh

TW for a bit of gore and blood !!!

I'd Rather Drown -- a piece based off this song, by Set It Off

A dtiys entry hosted by keemevee over on instagram

Doodles of the fine fellow

A practice with perspective

A quick Alastor featuring Tord my beloved

My own redesign of sorts. He got hit with the old man beam. Let the evil cannibal be repulsive (let the demons be scarier in general begging pls PLSSS)

Big toothy guy

And bonus of an alastor dino. Maip alastor huzzahh!

[queruloustea]

trick or treat! :D

i‘m afraid i have little to give in terms of treats, but you can have this exclusive ballpoint pen hollow knight holding grass and a virtual hummus sandwich instead (you’ll have to imagine the sandwich)

[greenskellyblob]

This is my take on the unmasked Ancients!

[edenfire]

by popular demand: hedgehog scott and kitty wallace💗💞

[randomalistic]

Hey can you tell me about pigeons I like the noises they make and how they look 💥

PIGEONS (rock doves) ARE PUDGY AND SOFT AND KIND CREATURES and they have very complex and diverse coloration when living in cities thanks to a bunch of escaped domesticated ones breeding together. I think.. They’re also able to be trained and they have great navigation abilities so they were bred as messenger carrier pigeons in WW1 and WW2. Important Historical Significance I say.. but most importantly they have pink feet

(I hate to tell you that I only have Immense Enthusiasm for birds and I’m actually kind of Knowledge Bare on diverse bird facts so idk a lot about pigeons because I don’t live in a large city. Or at least I only have surface level knowledge. This will change. I’m ravenous for new DEEP CUT bird facts.)

I swear I saw a really in depth pigeon coloration post on tumblr once. You gotta trust me it’s out there… But you can still find other stuff :] pigeons are very overhated 💔 so it’s nice to want to learn about them! I also think their cooing sounds are lovely and unique

[wonderful-emoji]

Unsure of what others have requested RE Christmas moodboards so I will ask for ... Twinkling/coloured lights, Christmas funfair, and peppermint/candycanes

[vanlikespaintingclouds]

Trick or treat :D

Trick!! Get spooked by this little fella!!

[void-draws]

Big robo preds that just want to hold prey in their mouth.

Like maybe they’re watching a movie before bed prey in their mouth (maybe they’re also watching, the preys head poking out the preds lips).

-💀

Greetings 💀Anon!

This is a great trope!

▪︎If they're watching a horror/scary movie the prey can just tuck their head into the robot's mouth with the rest of their body

▪︎Maybe the pred gulps the prey down once the movie is over

▪︎The prey might fall asleep inside the pred's mouth during the movie, now the pred either has to very carefully swallow the prey to not wake them up or the pred could keep the prey inside their mouth for the rest of the night

-Carrying prey around while the prey is inside their mouth is great in general

▪︎Due to the pred being a robot, they might have lights build into the inside of their mouth, which would be great for a prey who is afraid of the dark

▪︎Maybe also carrying prey around while doing tasks or while being in a place/ terrain which is dangerous for the prey

▪︎The pred carrying prey in their mouth to either comfort the prey or having the prey in the pred's mouth to comfort the pred

-It can also be used for shenanigens

▪︎Maybe the pred carries the prey in their mouth, because the pred or the prey lost a bet

▪︎The pred carrying the prey in their mouth to prank someone

▪︎Carrying the prey in the pred's mouth, because the prey lost a game/ the prey won a game/ as a game

[gootube]

was normal about a character again. look at my animation boy.

CW: FLASHING LIGHTS, blood, loud noises, lobotomy corporation spoilers

[bugdna]

https://www.tumblr.com/goldilocksishere/704789713175904256/can-somebody-please-replace-minos-primes-snakes?_branch_match_id=link-1138680586947103699 <- OG POST @goldilocksishere I saw this post and immediately knew what I had to do

[ghiacciowife]

thinking of the other parts' villains as mers. what about Tooru of part 8 as a mer?

i am so sorry to the two anons who asked for this i have not even started part 8 so idk much about tooru

[sophieswundergarten]

14, MOOCHO

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

UMM I'M REALLY BAD AT FASHION, SO I'M GOING TO GO WITH THE FIRST THING OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD AND SAY COTTAGECORE

[koiposting]

trick or treaaaat!

some david tennant... as a treat

[autie-stuck]

hi! idk if yall are doing stimboards yet but if you'd be comfortable doing one, could you do a rose strider [daveways] stimboard? if not just her infodumping to june egbert is chill or whatever!!!! do whatever teehee

I wasn’t planing on it, but I’ll start it early, just for you.

art

[bellygunnr]

Scorn mtmte? 👁️👁️

The hallways clear for him. Optics glance upon him then break away, as if burned by the mere image of him. Hubbub fades into silence. His plating tightens with tension, not wholly his own.

His feet burn.

There's a reason the ship flinches away from him. It's never bothered him before. It still doesn't, but his feet burn. White and blue linger in his mind. If he looks askance, one of the mechs cringing away from his stride may be that blue and white, optics leaking impossibly with tears.

(None of them are, of course).

He hurries his pace. He feels Whirl take one look at him and fall into place behind him.

"What's with the-- the murder-strut, Cyclonus? You trying to get kicked off for being a Decepticon again?"

The what? Cyclonus cycles air completely-- one single, deliberate vent. Cool air in, hot air out, just to avoid giving Whirl the satisfaction of eye contact.

A claw taps his pauldron. Cyclonus ducks down a corridor.

"I'll make it easy on you. Just one good hit--"

"Whirl, do not posture at me that you are in better standing--" Cyclonus hisses out.

Whirl laughs, a sharp bark of static. "But I am, Purple. I've got the badge."

Whirl taps the offensively red emblem on his chest. Cyclonus stares at it, fangs bared unconsciously, vision swimming.

Just one hit. But vices like this-- are beneath him. He's disgusted for even being tempted.

"I will not play your games," Cyclonus declares. "I have better things to do other than help you self-destruct. Go."