#I'm so sorry I made you wait orz

[the-unending-journey]

Send 🌿 for a screenshot associated with plants or nature. + Kiyo and Panacea please! I love them very much!

Some things just never truly change

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

The nendo I need for the my custom Kayako's hair (and maybe body too?) should be arriving on the 19th. I'm very excited

[onefourone]

GOOD (part 2) — previous part

simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: i'm rly not too happy with how this came out orz i'm so sorry! i will try to make up for it with a spicy addition soon 😖🙏🏽

You groan as you roll over in bed, a sadness rooting deep in your chest when you found the other side to be empty. You force your eyes open, immediately focusing on the slither of light peeking out of the bathroom. Now that you're more awake, you can faintly hear the sound of the shower running.

You couldn't help the smile that spreads across your face like a wildfire. He isn't even doing anything but showering and you're in bed, blushing like you haven't been with him for almost 5 years.

God, I love him.

You can feel the box staring at you from inside the drawer. Today. It has to be today. You were snapped out of your stupor when the door to the bathroom opened up, revealing your mountain of a man. You immediately noticed that he wasn't wearing his mask and didn't seem to be interested in putting it on. You didn't want to make it a big deal and put him on the spot, but you hoped he knew how much that level of trust meant to you.

"What's on your mind, love?"

The question doesn't surprise you. One of the things you love so much about him is his ability to see through like a window. It was as if your soul was on display for him at all times.

In lieu of responding verbally, you reach over into the drawer and retrieved the black box. Your heart hammered in your chest and your hands felt sweaty as you gripped the box tight. You were scared. So scared. Scared of being rejected. Scared of being alone. Scared of scaring him. Fuck, you wanted to run. You wanted to hide, save yourself the humiliation.

You chance a glance at his face, trying to gauge how he feels. The knowing look in his eyes makes it obvious that he knows where this is going. Your head feels like it's under water. You wait until he pulls on his underwear and sits on the edge of the bed next to you.

The gentle and patient look he gives you makes you want to start sobbing. Gods, he looks at you like you're the only thing in his life worth looking at. When he grabs your empty hand and brings it to his scarred lips for a kiss, you nearly break into pieces. You take a deep breath, blinking away pesky tears before you make eye contact. Now or never.

"Simon... We've been together for nearly 5 years now, and have been in love for even longer than that. You have stood by me when I was at my lowest and brought me up to my highest. You fill a space in my heart that no one else has ever been able to, and I suspect no one else ever will. You allowed me to see you at your most vulnerable... And that trust means more to me than you ever know."

You let out a breath that came out shakier than you wanted it to. His lips were tightened together, the way they do when he gets emotional. The fact that this was affecting him at all was a good start, you suppose. He stayed quiet, patiently waiting for you to finish.

"I guess what I wanted to say was... Simon Riley, would you marry me?"

You aren't proud of your voice cracking, but you ignored it in favor of opening the box and showing him the ring. Of all the reactions you were anticipating, laughter definitely wasn't one of them. It wasn't malicious laughter, but it still made you feel incredibly embarrassed. Before you could voice this to him, he stands up from the bed, which makes you panic even more.

"... Hold on, love. Nothing bad, I promise."

The words make you calm down slightly. You trust him not to make fun of you for something so serious, but you were incredibly curious about what he was doing. The sound of your heart beating feels so loud in your ears. You watch carefully as he walks over to his favorite leather jacket and reaches into the inside pocket, pulling out an identical black box.

Oh. Oh fuck.

Just like that, all the tension and anxiety flows out of your body like a deflated balloon. You both met each other's eyes once and fell into a fit of laughter and warm chuckles. A mischievous grin graced your lips as you positioned yourself to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders from behind.

"Well, my answer's yes. What about yours?"

He hummed, pretending to think about it and grinning when you playfully swat at him. He turned around so he could face you again, a soft smile on his lips that made your insides melt.

"I'm yours forever."

[xenocorner]

Here's some little christmas gifts for some amazing mutuals that have made this year a whole lot more bearable with their amazing content and their amazing interactions and just being amazing in general :']

Long post ahead so divider here to spare your scrolling. (I am also probably gonna get a bit sappy so if that makes you cringe: you've been warned lol)

@lilbitofmac Thank you for being my introduction to the fandom here on tumblr :'''D I really think I wouldn't have stuck around if it weren't for your initial warmth and encouragement. Your Tony remains my fave Tony I go feral over your art orz I may or may not have the clingy ironstrange drawing as a phone wallpaper-

Hope next year is kinder on you man! I know we don't really talk outside of tags/replies, but if you ever need smthn I can help with my inbox is always there.

@strxngetimes I'm just tagging this one blog because I don't want to spam all your other blogs lmao. Thank you for sharing your interpretations of the characters with us, not only the rps with other muses but also the headcanons and brainrot. It's always such a pleasure both to see you on the timeline writing with other muses and on the inbox with the disaster man.

I specially like how you include his Cloak in the mix and give it a personality- I absolutely adore the Cloak :'') So here's it being all clingy to the disaster man. Hope to see more of you having fun with all ur muses in the coming year :D

@starkkawajiri Pretty art!! Hilarious and heart wrenching character interactions!!! I love your designs and lore building so much. Fanboying over the same disaster man and making him suffer always brings a smile to my face. I've wanted to draw your Strange for a while now, so this was also the perfect excuse, I love him so much you have no idea-

Can't wait to see more of your amazing designs and lore stuff for this AU! (and anything else you create next year :])

@nekojetto I think your Strange is the purest Strange there is and the fact that it's based off Supreme makes that so much more impressive. Your animatics are simply breath taking, and whenever I go back to check your concepts and sketches for character interactions I always get a smile on my face :D

I'm sorry I haven't gotten to the collab just yet :'') Plz know I still have it in mind, haven't forgotten about it and am still just as excited to finally get to it as I was the first day!

@infiniteeight8 Your words make me cry and laugh so much all the time :'') You write the disaster men so beautifully both in serious, fluffy, angsty and funny situations. Reading ur stuff keeps the creative juices flowing!

I remember you liked the vampire Stephen prompt you were sent, so here's some of that, even if it's more halloween-y than christmas-y.

[hangup119]

Hi! I wanted to talk about join game the smau 😭 ive been reading it from the start and ive been crying you're so so funny. You've captured their personalities and growth so well, plus i love how you've included random twt users it makes the experience very engaging (and youve shown the brainrot+ delusion of twt incredibly 😍). I can NOT wait for them to meet irl like each chapter is the highlight of my day! Thank you sm for creating this smau and for your hard work. Smaus are NAWT easy to make so thank you so much for your work and contributing to riize content :( theres too little love for the boys. I dont think mc knows that anton knows how she looks 🤨 (im giggling) AND the running gags are so FUNNY 😭 the way shes the only one who understands soul, i love ynton's crazy, fun and natural dynamic really their relationship dev was soo natural! meant for each other im with seunghan on this one. I should stop talking now sorry for rambling but this was long over due. I was on a trip with shaky internet so i had been gathering thoughts about it in my brain. thank you have a great day!! 💘💘

hello hi! thank you so much for this message, sorry it took me so long to reply orz...

i'm so glad you're enjoying join game, it means so so so much! im not the most confident in depicting humor outside of repeating brainrot terminology like a chronically online eight year old on the internet, but comments like these genuinely make my day! im so happy you guys find me a little funny because half of the time i dont even know what im doing when im making the chapters LMAO (i don't plan my stories or anything i kind of just let the ideas marinate in my mind until i have the motivation to put it out into reality T_T)

honestly special thanks to @shoberi for the soul/yn running gag LOL she's the one who came up with adding someone who'd only reply with kaomojis, and she was also the one who came up with the whole plot of join game LMAO i was just the one who took it further and made it to what it currently is. thank you for liking join game!

[anachronismstellar]

HELLO I JUST READ ALL OF IAAP IN ONE SITTING AND I THINK IM ADDICTED TO IT ALDKDKDKFKSK

but genuinely though, I love your vibes and the way you write the characters

Sanji and his anxiety and the way it presents?????? calm Robin having to adjust to High Energy luffy??????? usopp and luffy and Zoro all having to figure out how to work in a body that makes no sense to them?????????? mwah

I love bodyswap fics and yours has been the best one I've ever read i fear

I'm looking forward to the next chapters!!!!! Sending love and support <3333334

OMG YOU'RE SO KIND THANK YOU VERY MUCH FJSHSKDBSKDNSKF this just made my entire week aaaaaaaa *happy dance*

I'm so happy that you're enjoying it! Writing them figuring out how to work their new powers and bodies has been a blast :D and I can't wait to get to the part where they start to actuality see each other's perspectives!! (hehe get? Sorry omg that was such a bad joke orz)

Welcome aboard!! I hope you like the future shenanigans ahead!

[murachinchi]

hello muraaaaa! for the ask game: rentan and hantan (i know you obv ship these I just wanna read your answers/thoughts haha) , and uhhh.... yorimichi 🤭

OwO OwO Zerooo helloooo OwO

thank you for asking!

for RenTan

I SHIP IT HEHE

What made you ship it?

da train scene.. but seeing Tanjiro crying over Kyo at their last scene together is what nailed me to this ship 😭😭😭 it was so good.. sad yet bittersweet.. and you can see that even gone Kyojuro is still very much there throughout his journey and how could i not ship that lmao..

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

i love thinking about them being silly little goobers 🥺

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

hmmm... nothing really comes to my mind 😔

HanTan

SHIP SHIP SHIP YES

What made you ship it

That one scene where Tanjiro told him to stop running away from his responsibility.. BUT ALSO UGLY MAN AND PRETTY BOY AHAHH Tanjiro's hatred toward hantengu.. i love it.. specially that scene

this scene.. i just love it so much lol and their personality is such an opposite attract bait i love it so much aaaaaaa im sorry there's so many things i like about this ship but i cannot put it into words 😭😭😭

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Tanjiro's hatred towards Hantengu 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i love it so much.. he's so angy... i don't remember seeing him that angry beside Muzan.. but with Muzan that's because he killed his family.. But Hantengu? it's cause he's just a horrible human/demon being lmao 😭😭😭

3. your unpopular opinion about this ship

WHY THEY DON'T HAVE MUCH OFFICIAL ART TOGETHER??? LIKE COME ON HANTENGU/URAMI IS THE FIRST DEMON WHERE TANJIRO LEAD THE ATTACK AND EVEN KILL THE MAIN BODY HIMSELF. SURE HE GOT HELP BUT TANJIRO IS MOSTLY THE ONE WHO FIND OUT HANTENGUS WEAKNESSES LIKE COME ON. IS IT BECAUSE HE'S UGLY???? LIKE HOW COME KARAKU-NEZUKO, AIZETSU-GENYA, MITSURI-ZOHAKUTEN GOT OFFICIAL MERCH TOGETHER BUT HANTENGU-TANJIRO DOESN'T HAVE ANY???? LIKE THERES ONLY THAT WORLD TOUR POSTER OTHER THAN THAT NOTHING. im sorry for all the caps but am so sad.. ive been waiting to buy their merch tgt but all i got is the previous pair... also i bet if tanjiro is female there will be lots of pron made of them.

oki im sorry for the rant orz im just sad that Urami didn't have any merch lmaoo

YoriMichi

i don't ship it 😔

Why don't you ship it ?

it was more like i'm neutral with the ship?? im just not as invested with the characters 😭

2. What would make you like it?

if one of them is my fav character.. i might have ship it.. tho im not that interested with incest ship so idk either 🤔

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

i do like their dynamic hehe 👀👀

[trealamh]

I'm sorry if you've got these question before but I have to ask: what made Alisdair speak to Arthur in Glasgow Scale? Did Arthur and Dai have any other family? What life did Arthur leave behind in Kent, and was Alisdsir's life much changed afterwards?

I love how your short stories pack so much life into them, they can be unfolded ten times over and I still would want to know more

always ask anything you'd like! i love your questions. And aaaa thankyouthanyouthankyou for your kind words <3

hehe I have been wondering whether it would be too indulgent to write TGS from Alasdair's point of view, actually. It would be a longer piece and much more dialogue heavy, covering from the night they met to Arthur moving in.

(Here is where I confess that TGS was going to be a multi-chapter fic/ one of those 15k single-chapter fics until i got worried I would disappoint people by taking too long to update or missing scoteng week entirely orz sorry everyone)

But to answer your questions!

Alasdair, as i mentioned here had just been released from custody and made his way straight to the hospital (no time to rush home and hop in the shower when you're naw even sure your brother is still alive). He is still running high on adrenaline a when he goes to find a seat in the waiting room, having been dismissed by the nurses that won't let him into Sean's room. It may not show much on him, but emotionally he is all over the place; angry, furious, even, and worried. Exhausted and fed up with the proceedings of loss; the bureaucracy of pain. Having someone in hospital is one of the hardest things to go through; a lot of the time it is worse to be the one waiting outside than it is to be the one hooked onto an IV. Alasdair is burning for a smoke and out of filters but the truth is that the reason why he sits next to Arthur is that something in him recognises him as a younger brother-- Dai was older. Call it instinct. I don't believe he would rationalise it and I do think that at some point Arthur would ask him outright "Why did you choose to sit next to me that night? Why me?" Alasdair probably would not have the words o explain it beyond some vague sense that Arthur was the only person in that room that made sense to him in that moment.

Arthur and Dai only had each other, really. Maybe a distant relative here and there but no one close. I won't go into detail to spare anyone who might come across this without a cw but it is partly why Dai is almost meticulous with the instructions he leaves behind; he knows that Arthur won't have any support going forward so as much as he can he tries to make it easy.

(It is patently not. It could never be. Nothing about loss could ever be but losing someone under those circumstances especially is unmanageable.)

When Arthur calls Dai's workplace to try and let them know he is not coming in to work they seem a little baffled and tell him that Dai had put in his two weeks already. It makes Arthur nauseous; it almost brings him to his knees. It makes him realise how long Dai had been planning this for and that as much as the loss of him itself is worse than any nightmare.

Moving onto lighter things, what Arthur leaves behind in Kent is a slightly bemused flatmate and a few odd pieces of furniture. He only moves in with Alasdair after he finishes his degree! Dai and him grew up nestled deep in the Welsh borders (I needed them both to have a piece of their namesake countries with them! so the borders it was) lost their mother in their late teens, shortly after Arthur gets approved for his student loan. Some more deep lore for TGS: that the reason why Dai is studying in Edinburgh are the student fees. He is older than Arthur, as I mentioned, so went off to uni a year before he did with his mother's support. She was already sick when Arthur was finishing up school and gone before he got his A-levels back. That summer, Dai comes down from Scotland to help him back and move into his first-year accommodation in Kent and that is the last time they spend more than a couple of weeks together at a time. Everything they own between them and whatever their mum left is split even; they get a few boxes each and a couple of furnishings, and that's all they really need. Eventually, Arthur might start feeling that loss as well and he might feel nostalgic about his home town, the flat they shared with their mother, and he might return to seek out familiar sights. Dai never grows old enough for her loss to lose its sting. They have different fathers (both still living) but neither keep in touch; their wee family of three (and then two) was plenty enough for them.

(Alasdair, contrastingly, comes from a Big Family. They fold Arthur right in, don't ye worry.)

And last of all, Alasdair's life does change pretty significantly after the events in The Glasgow Scale. He stops smoking, for one, but he also starts drinking less. By the time we meet him in this AU he has already done a lot of the work to get a hold on his temper and it's partly why he is not one of the brawlers in the fight that puts Sean in a coma. But he still has a ways to go and Arthur helps with that, more than he knows. He learns to think about someone else's needs in a deeper way than he ever has before and starts to see his own actions through someone else's eyes. Alasdair post-TGS is guilt-ridden to a fault and being good to Arthur helps him get a grip of himself.

This is a bit of a spoiler but a few months after Dai's death, Arthur gets a call from one of his classmates. Dai left behind a few things (he was an artist, Dai was you see) and he offers to hold onto them until Arthur can travel back up to pick them up. Arthur mentions this to Alasdair, who he's kept in touch with (a little awkwardly at first ksks do not be fooled they are deeply emotionally constipated in this AU despite the way they latch onto each other in the midst of their respective trauma) and Alasdair offers to bring them down for him instead. He kinda just blurts it out actually haha and is afraid that it was too forward of him when Arthur takes too long to answer that aye, that would be good actually, if Alasdair is sure (he cannae afford a ticket up to Scotland is the truth).

This is a whole wee story in its own right but essentially they get to meet each other again, under better circumstances, and that lays a stronger foundation for their eventual relationship. It is also an incredibly awkward visit at first adgfjdhgj which oddly enough helps them get over a lot of personal hang-ups.

One thing about this fic though is that for as much as their lives are changed irrevocably by what they lose and earn that night, they are still very ordinary people hhh and that's what I love about them both.

[dimmestmorn13]

Aaah I just read your tags on my Kaliruggie drawings, I'm so flattered T-T Thank you so soso much for your nice words, you're so lovely. It really made my day <3 Your art is so beautiful, too!

Also Kaim + Ruggie, and Ryoma + Kintaro your taste is impeccable!

I KNOW THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG AND IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT I JUST TwT never knew if i was spose to post this public or like answer it privately but UWAUWUAUWUA /pos looking at YOUR kaliruggie art always makes my day, and ueueuee that means alot from uuuu ;;;; :DDD kaliruggie n ryokin the ever <3 school's been keeping me away from doodling so have this lil doodle of my struggle on getting club kalim on twst en projected on ruggie, orz

[alikestory]

mostly rambling about writing my webcomic...

i was doing the typesetting for the next chapter and there's this one part where i was like, i need to explain what this person is referring to for this scene to have any weight. i'll just write a quick backstory thing~

anyway it's. as long as a normal chapter nowwwww :'^) INEVITABLY. i still have one little scene left to write dfghj

generally this arc keeps getting LONGER ;___; i know how it ends and i'm like "wait is this going to have any impact if i don't write something about that??" and in general there are lots of things i know about the characters that aren't in the comic and i'm like DOES IT MATTER???? i don't know.... :'3 (like, not stuff that's going to be revealed later just kinda mundane things that happened before the story starts. but then i hate it when a manga has an entire volume dedicated to one side character's backstory and i'd like my webcomic to END ONE DAY.........)

okay so i wasn't like "i'll just write a quick backstory thing~ tee hee~" I SAID IT BLEAKLY. RESIGNED TO MY FATE.

it is mostly the character in question narrating some stuff so i thought okay i'll do it nagata kabi style and i can totally finish this and another 21 page chapter in two months. i mean her manga is in a simple kinda sketchy style and there's a lot of narration but it's interesting....... anyway that's my current plan. basically how shitty can i get away with this looking..... and what if i made it pink like my lesbian experience with loneliness.......... but i don't want people to see it and think of nagata kabi necessarily i just like pink. MY WEBSITE IS ALREADY PINK. IT'S FINE. NO ONE WOULD EVEN NOTICE. also being like "hey remember this completely unrelated and also way better manga???" at the very beginning of a 30-40 page update. :'^) BAD IDEA.

anyway i own (i can't think of a way to abbreviate this title sdfg why is it so long) my lesbian experience with loneliness but i want to read her newer books too. i think i read exchange diary at a library and found it kinda boring tho? .-.;; ig it's not as sensational as long title. less sex appeal. (that is a joke.)

SEEING THE NEWER TITLES IS. bleak. this poor woman what the hell. like reading long title you'd expect things to get better for her and it's not like her manga hasn't been successful either..... it's kind of depressing, i put them on hold at the library but DO I REALLY WANT TO KNOW???

also somewhat self-conscious about my library holds u__u;;; having three volumes of manga in the first place. whenever i put manga on hold i worry they'll think i don't read real books..... (because i DON'T. i put left hand of darkness & house of leaves on hold too but i've had both of them out before and just never actually read them........ THIS TIME I'M GOING TO. I SWEAR.) i also took impossible people out a few months ago so what if they can see my reading history and are like "why do you read so many comic books about alcoholics??" BUT NEITHER OF THOSE THINGS WILL HAPPEN. i just have an anxiety disorder :v

aaaaa i also don't even know if this backstory flashback thingy is enough.... I MEAN. I GET IT NOW. I KNOW WHY THEY DRAW AN ENTIRE VOLUME OF VILLAGER E'S BACKSTORY. (actually when i think of this phenomenon i think specifically of fai from tsubasa orz;;;; I'M SORRY.) AND. OKAY. IT'S SO EMBARRASSING.

nothing i'm saying or will continue to say is helping my case for Dear Library Employees, I Swear To God I Don't Just Read Comic Books (about alcoholics. i also read comics about other stuff.)

there was some comedy/romance shojo manga i read back in high school and i think the offenders here were by the same author but i don't remember who for sure :v anyway there were a bunch where something serious was about to happen or the characters were finally going to be honest with each other and then they'd have some kinda joke and it would always annoy me bc as we have established i love some sensational drama :v

BUT I GET IT NOW ;_____; THAT IMPULSE...... it's hard to write a sincere and emotional moment and be like WHAT IF IT DOESN'T LAND????? it's so obvious what i'm trying to do that if people go "i don't buy it" then i'll just DIE I GUESS?????????

but you have to try u__u you HAVE TO.

[brynn-lear]

HELP HWJDJWIKE this got me smiling so much hold on-

Something inside of me said that you seemed like a Gepard Lover to me since Dimitri and he are.. uh.. well.. I'm scared to say similar due to the reactions but I think ya get me LMAO and woah Dainsleif too? Bestie you have a thing for blondes that's for sure LMAO ❤️💕

Yeah, blonde with blue eyes HAHAHAHA. That honestly became my taste in men after I met Dimitri. He altered my type. I went from "anyone who looks miserable and has a caffeine addiction" to "awww blonde blue eyed men with a strong moral compass" (　；∀；) (tbh, Dimitri is both-)

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT Dainsleif is your ex husband?? You're projecting you and Dimitri onto him?? WAIT DIMITRI IS YOUR EX HUSBAND?? *confused screeching* I'm SO gonna invade your inbox because of this omg!!

NONONOQISJEIW DIMITRI WILL ALWAYS BE MY HUSBAND HE CAN'T REFUND THIS WEDDING CERTIFICATE /silly. I just like to call Dain my ex cuz I haven't played Genshin routinely as much as I did before LOL (≡^∇^≡)

Subtle banters?? 👀⁉️ Okay I'm all ears!! Poor Halfdan though LMAOOOO

It's the:

Syn: Must you keep talking? The instructions heavily implies that you only need to use your hands, not your mouth.

Dainsleif: I believe my vocal reluctance to test such a product is enough to indicate that it appears to be an extreme safety hazard.

Syn: Have you considered that, perhaps, you are not the professional here?

Dainsleif: And you? Have you taken into consideration that the tester may be harmed in the process?

Syn: If you're that stubborn, I'll have Halfdan install it to your home so you'd have no choice but to use it.

Dainsleif: Then why do you refuse to deliver it to my home personally?

Dainsleif: Are you scared you'll be tempted to never leave?

Syn:

Dainsleif:

Halfdan, confused: ... Why are you two so troubled???

Halfdan: It's just a hand dryer???

YEAH UM HOW ABOUT I just drag Syn out of Enkanomiya and drag her to Dainsleif and then they see each other and all these feelings come back and then they are a couple and happily married and //kicks the title "ex-husband" away (everything //lh and //silly because I am very silly wnkensna)

*picks the title and places it back to Dainsleif's tag* nu uh /silly

I ship it and I want them both to be happy 😔😔🫶🫶💕❤️

If my curse acts up, lord knows he might see his curse of "immortality" cured 😭😭😭 (why are most of my faves DEAD???? Dw I'm sure you'll survive Gepard, your ult is literally to have a near indestructible shield-)

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YOURE A GALAXY RANGER?? HOW COOL OMG!!!! AJWKDNBSJA and you "taking a break" in Belobog lmaooooo qjkensn (DID I HEAR AETHERIUM WARS???? *proceeds to think about Giovanni<3*)

Giovanni is the GOAT I have much respect to all his simps. This self-ship ask made me ponder for a while if I'm a masked fool or a galaxy ranger but ultimately decided Gepard would have a headache dealing with 3 fools frequenting Jarilo-VI lol.

But yeah if you ever need to have someone's arse handed to them, yknow who to call, dearest halovian—

Okay NO CUZ BRYNN. They're all blondes, have blue eyes and like to protect (I say as I know shit about Dimitri but he seems like this type of guy to me ajkdjejwj) shh don't be sorry for your handwriting. It's gorgeous <33

NO BECAUSE YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT HAHAHAHAH that's it. That's my type.

And it is embarrassing HAHAHAH

Aww the whole family texting Brynn when they need something ❤️ (omg my shocked face when you said Lynx is a HE?!?#?#!€!#! I'm sorry I barely know Lynx so ajekenbwnw) BRYNN LMAO not you saying you're the "family dog" I'm crying wnkensna

UWIDJWI sorry no she's a girl orz. I mistyped huhuhu. I'm so sorry Lynx, you're my bestie and I have accidentally mistyped your pronouns, sobbing.

and the "Brynn Landau" jokes.. they won't be jokes anymore the second Gepard proposes to you >:3!!❤️

I have a feeling the Landaus would tease this two relentlessly if this happened 😭. Mother Landau just teasing Geppie that they could've just adopted her to make her a Landau while his cousins tell her that "Gepard would be so heartbroken if you introduce her as a sister". There's always people in Gepard's home so they're really not going to let this one slide for at least a month-

These two seem like a bit of a chaos to me but I love it and I ship it!!🫶❤️❤️💕💕

HELP HAHAHAH I didn't realize that until I started thinking of the dynamic 😭. We have very different personality types so he's always going to be the responsible one LMAO

Huhuhu ty so much for this reblog Dresvi!!! Made me very happy and it's funny how much I was giggling lolololol. Bless you 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏. My offer still stands, if you need a ranger, let me know /silly

Dear B,

As promised, I'm here to know more about your selfships! >:) but unfortunately, I am not sure anymore with who ya selfship anymore so my first question is,

Who are those who stole your heart? <3 (I only know about Dimitri for sure, hehe <3)

Sincerely, Dresvi

Sorry, I can't help myself with the first image lol. My first instinct when seeing "who are those who stole your heart?" was saying "the crown prince of Faerghus, the one-eyed monster, the feral boar, the savior king, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, oh and there's also the blonde man who talks about wanting to eat the weeds he has my heart-".

But for other self-ships, I guess it's those two people listed above (I can be delusional and think they're Dimitri but in another universe lol). Sorry for my handwriting HAHAHAHAH. This way there's very little chance someone would yoink my lazy scribbles ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

As for platonic, it's definitely Dr. Ratio & Boothill hands-down (◍•ᴗ•◍)!!! They're both such a vibe.

Extra stuff

Syn & Dainsleif:

As much as they would rather die than disclose this information to new friends, they were once lovers before Dainsleif entered the military. It was just unfortunate that one of them had to move out due to their parents' occupation. Whenever they both look back, they always remember how they both made flower-crowns for one another...

In present day, Syn is focused on researching Enkanomiya. She rarely exits but when she does, she's always greeted by an understanding Kokomi and/or Gorou. The Sangonomiyas seem to respect Syn for her several aides in the past, so they make sure she's always comfortable when coming out.

... And her refusal to explore is also the reason why Dain and Syn still haven't reunited throughout the entirety of the Archon Quests.

"Angolay"/Brynn Lear & Gepard Landau:

Brynn is just pseudo-adopted by the Landau family at this point. She's gotten used to the Landaus since they're very similar to her own family.

She's texted when Serval needs help tinkering machines, when Lynx wants an exploration buddy that scavenge with him, and even when their mother wants someone to fetch a few ingredients. Brynn is the unofficial "family dog" and she's none the wiser. She doesn't like being tied down she she keeps declining the Brynn Landau jokes earnestly.

As a Galaxy Ranger, most of her work in Belobog stems from helping the Nameless in making sure that Jarilo-VI maintains its freedom against the IPC's insistence on debt retrieval. She saw it as a planet "being bullied", and lended her aide by acting out as a secret investigator. Plus, Angolay does loathe the IPC'd marketing team for what they did to Boothill's planet. It's fair game. Gepard often asks why Brynn likes staying in Belobog, to which she replies that it's the exact opposite of her home planet. Her small planet is tropical and the heat can be exhausting. So, she wants to keep her little vacation spot. (“That reasoning doesn't make sense to be, but I'll accept it...”)

Brynn is always floored at how Gepard seems to remember things for her. By that, I mean Gepard would randonly segway a "you haven't eaten yet, go have lunch" in the middle of a conversation. And those sorts of comments make people misunderstand the nature of their relationship. For more examples;

"You left your gun at my place last night. Here it is."

"Brynn, my father is eager to give his blessings to reinstate you as an official Landau. Please talk to him soon." (<- also doesn't realize his dad is joking. To be fair, Father Landau is a total military man—)

The miscommunication trope is not happening between the two of them, nope, it's the people outside the conversation lol

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

I mean, given that P5D flopped and Atlus stopped making dancing games but kept/keeps on making P5 spinoffs I'm doubtful that Atlus would make tactics games whether P5T does good or bad (plus I feel like its every other time I hear about it I hear a persona fan mentioning they're not a fan of tactics games so it's def not just a thing on this blog)

Hahahaaaaaa......yeah............

Tbf I don't see a REASON for a dancing game atm. That's more of a game to celebrate the music (or throw it in the trash and set it on fire like P5D did, RIP to P5D you shouldn't have come out when you did)

Also tbf PQ2 didn't sell THAT much better (I think the sales were fairly within what Atlus is/was used to tho? only like 20000 less....then again that might've been OLD data I was looking at). And there hasn't been a Q game since....but tbf Atlus isn't popping them out AS FAST as when they were having their P4 era. (we almost got like 3 games in one year? TT0TT god everything was moving so fast in that era)

Probably cause of quality contr-I can't even finish that sentence.

Ahem. Probably cause of scope maybe.........except PQ2 was roughly the same story length as PQ1......or at least ONE SIDE of a PQ1 playthrough (tho some bits of PQ1 did repeat on each side, A LOT didn't). (there's also the fact they released it on a dying/dead console ahhhhhh, unrelated to scope but still TT0TT)

Uhhhh ummmmm, oh! P3/5D! Right- no I notoriously lambast them for CUTTING content that a single P4D could handle. Half the "story" and less songs. (of course this is considering P3D, P5D, and P4D all separate games on their own....which they are....and were sold as...................separate games......full price....games.....)

Ok ok Strikers! Yes Strikers. That had the scope that matched/exceeded Arena/Ultimax.... at least story wise. But....no one talks about Strikers for some reason. I thought y'all where hyped??????? It seemed to have sold well, but I dunno if that means it's liked..... (I have a VERY small sample size, but outside myself, all the people I've talked to IRL said they hated P5S TT0TT)

Wait why am I bringing this up? Maybe it's cause I miss the P4 era. TT0TT ajfksjf;d

Oh! No no, it's that, P5S is like the most successful P5 spinoff imo (didn't look at the sales but I think it might be the best selling Persona spinoff in general)....but we also haven't had a P5S2, or DLC for it (surprisingly/unfortunately), or another Persona game just like it (like P1S or Raidou S or yadda yadda).

That being said.......P5S was made with another company so....yeah...... that could be why jfsdljafdsakj

Unlike P5S, Dancing and Qs are made in house, P5T is too? I haven't been paying attention. TT0TT It could be they are just focused on T and...."Asa"? and P3R and/or something else. So that could explain the lack of another dancing game (or Q). Plus, again, the dancing games are more of a celebration. I can see a P5D2 happening as we get closer to P6 tbh (if not a P3/4/5D PS5+others port). (and I'm sure they are figuring out how to port Q to other places now they don't have the dual screen). I dunno, this part went on longer than I thought @_@ Just woke up and I'm rambly sorry

I mean Atlus has had the chance to do another Tactics game for years with the DeSu franchise, and those aren't even connected/have to be connected in a single timeline! And people are still waiting on 3! TT0TT So yeah I can see them just dropping it orz

(Yeah I've asked others IRL and they weren't exactly excited either TT0TT Tbh as long as I get another version of this artstyle again I'm fine with that, doesn't need to be a Tactics game.)

[digitalgate02]

if it was my ask i was saying that in the dub canon izzy knew willis for years so tk and kari probably went “oh you’re actually real?” when they met him

if i wasn’t the ask you deleted sorry lol

(Oh yeah, it was yours i was talking about. Sorry again orz)

I have zero knowledge in the dub (sorry in advance), but this might be in order to connect DtM with the TV series right?

Yeah, that thing... The BR dub tried it too, but from another approach -- By making both Michael and Wallace being the same character, voiced by the same voice actor. As a kid i didn't care much for that detail, but later as a teen i started to question "wait, where's Terriermon!? What happened to Terriermon!?!?!" when i got to meet "anime Willis"

It's still a big mystery if this came from another source for the BR dub (like, how happened with the European Portuguese which came from Spain dub... and there they just changed Iori's gender due a misinterpretation of his DW outfit looking more like a dress or something...?) OR if this was just an isolated case and the BR dub was the only one to have Michael and Wallace "turned into one single character" 🤔

※ And i'm aware the American dub made both Jou's bros -- Shin [who appeared in Adventure] and Shuu [who appeared in 02] -- into one single brother... But not further details... So i guess same experience here but with different characters??

[witch-hazels-musings]

You're gonna be shocked on who I choose... but...

Tartaglia + always giving the utmost attention to the other if they are in a crowd

You know how when you see a person you love and your features loosen up, jaw unclenching, soft smile appearing, eyes softening, and a tiny tiny spark appears in the dense blank look they usually have in their pupils? Yeah.......... I'm down bad orz"

You didn’t notice, he didn’t say anything

You never brought it up, he had no idea 

two fools in love without any understanding that when either entered the room, everything else faded away 

If the two of you had your will - time would stand still every time you stared at each other 

From the moment you entered his life he felt drawn to you. The way you spoke, the sound of your laugh, the crispness that filled him like a fresh breath of air after being trapped in a stuffy room. You were the stars and he vowed to be your moon; if you’d have him that was. 

Nothing else made sense anymore. If you couldn’t be his he didn’t want anyone else; no one could ever come close - not what he wanted, not what he needed; there was only one and he could feel it in every moment you spent by his side. Yet, there was nothing compared to the way he felt when you walked through the door. 

The way his eyes were immediately drawn to you, the way his heart fluttered at the sight of your searching gaze. Waiting, wanting, seeking him in the crowd but he’d already found you. How could he not, everything else turned to grey as soon as you arrived; a perfect display of the colors that complemented him, his match, his one true pair; you were his world and the air inside of it. 

“Childe!” You shouted his name as soon as you found him. The smile on your lips, the brightness in your eye, the hue that was perfectly you. 

“You finally made it I see.” He teased, hand cupping your hip and pulling you close. 

“Sorry, I got a bit lost.” 

“Strange, I never do.” He leaned in before your confusion could take hold. It wasn’t a comment meant to follow yours, it was an expression of his heart, his honesty, and as his lips connected with the corner of your mouth, as your fingers dug into his arms, he reassured himself that getting lost was never possible when he was so unbelievably found in you. 

[vicholas]

i think we're about the same age so im curious... i was SUPER into every anime airing from 2007-2013 (aka my middle/high school years), and trailed off by about 2014. i'm so out of the loop on shit now, ive watched maybe 3 or 4 series in the last 7 years. my nostalgic ass tends to be all "those were the good ol days," but you've actually been keeping up (afaik). how would you say anime/the industry of today compares to that of a decade ago? has much changed? i suppose that's kind of wildly broad... but i respect your opinions a lot and we share a lot of the same tastes. if that's too big a question, then: what do you rec watching/reading from the last 10 years?? :0)

Okay this has been sitting in my drafts for months, sorry anon. I wanted to answer it sooner but I got nervous that I was forgetting some stuff in my recommendations and I wanted to make sure I wasn’t forgetting anything before posting it, but I think it’ll be better that if I forgot something I’ll just add it in a reblog or make a marked edit later to add it rather than to keep waiting to publish it.

Hhhh this is hard, I kinda struggle to give recommendation because the second I get asked for recommendations I tend to forget everything I've ever liked, but I'll try

To answer the question: I think this kind of thing is normal and it happens to a lot of people when they get around this age. I feel there were a lot of periods where I stopped watching anime for a good while and came back to it later.

I honestly don't think anime used to be better 10 years ago. I think it's super easy to look back and think that because of nostalgia but, I think the amount of good stuff being produced is like about the same. I DO think there is more bad stuff being produced lmao. This is because the number of anime being produced has increased and it often means more crap being made. This means it can be a bit harder to find what stuff is good in the sea of so much anime, but I do think there's some pretty good stuff being made nonetheless.

I don't watch/read as much stuff as I used to when I was younger, but it's because I simply don't have time. My list of things to watch is pretty big for that reason orz. Normally I keep up with only one show at the time.

On recommendations, here's what I can think of from the last 10 years:

Anime:

- Heartcatch Precure - Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun - The latest few Lupin III series - Deca-Dence - Odd Taxi - Ousama Ranking - Sonny Boy - Mob Psycho 100 - Nichijou

Manga:

- Spy x Family - Dungeon Meshi - Dorohedoro - Heaven's Design Team - Mairimashita Iruma-kun! - Sanda - Blue Period - My Broken Mariko - Kageki Shoujo - Is Kichijoji the Only Place to Live? - Kieta Hatsukoi - Witch Hat Atelier - Asadora (Urasawa) - Hirayasumi

(Edit) Adding new stuff:

- Skip and Loafer - Robo Sapiens

Only now I am realizing that I read way more manga than I watch anime lately despite being an animation fan lmao rip...

[kyuus4ku]

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟

dazai osamu

genre: minific ; hurt/comfort (post-dark era)

warnings: substance abuse

word count: 2.8K

author's note: this is for a request from @pompompurin1028 based on a quote from The Phantom of the Opera, but i lost the request orz but! kat, thank u for being a sweetheart and sending me back my draft, disregarding my blunder altogether :") sorry this took so long, but i really hope you enjoy it ;)

that being said, happy birthday to our fave womaniser <3

The raging thunderstorm drowned out the clack of your footsteps as you ran indoors to escape from the endless, angry tears of the sky. You were soaked to the scalp, and the way your clothes stuck to your skin uncomfortably flamed your urgent need for a shower and a fresh set of clothes.

As a general rule, the minute you stepped into your house, your temporary roommate would be quick to greet you with a joyous salutation. He'd been living with you for about three weeks now, and you didn't really know why he had come back to see you. Either ways, because the two of you had a history of working together in the Port Mafia, it didn't take long for you to get used to each other's company.

He'd left the Mafia months ago, yet that barely tarnished the bond you had with him.

When the two of you had yourselves twisted into the affairs of the underground, he was the one who watched out for you in ways he could, while you were the one who dotted after his wellbeing—tending to all his wounds, self-inflicted or not.

You still remember how Chuuya often made sarcastic remarks about how involved you were with Dazai, to which you'd respond with a bonk on his head.

A close friendship with Dazai Osamu was simply unheard of, being the demonic prodigy of the Mafia and all, but somehow, you weren't afraid of him in the slightest. Your lack of reverence piqued his interest, and as you two aged, his liking for you grew into something he hadn't clarified with you until now.

He had changed a lot ever since he had left his job— he seemed more tranquil and less cynical, but there were times where you saw through the masquerade he habitually pulled off. Dazai was able to deceive anyone, but not you.

You understood his silence better than anyone. You've seen the scars no one dared to ask about, and the parts of his soul no one even had the capacity to comprehend.

You often questioned why he could trust you the way he did, but never really got a clear picture.

That being established, here you were in the present, waiting for him to show up with an ostentatious salutation, but this time, silence was the only wraith awaiting you.

"Dazai?" your voice called out shakily as the cold pierced needles through your skin, "I'm home."

You received no response.

The oppressive absence of his voice implored you to traipse anxiously to the living room. With every grudging step you took, your mind raced through the million possibilities of what had become of him, yet you refused to acknowledge the worst possible outcome. You were certain the days of finding him staring death right in the face was over.

But that wasn't characteristic of the boy who saw the world through colorblind eyes.

The sight before you made the idea of breathing nothing but a strenuous task, as if breathing was the reason you were still alive after all these years, but also the way you were about to die right at this instant. You snapped out of your daze and took his limp body in your arms. You placed your ear on his chest, and to your relief—the relief no words could even begin to make sense out of—he was still breathing.

"Dazai," only now did you realise that your throat had gone painfully dry, making your voice crack in exigency. You looked around in delirious panic and found a few empty bottles strewn over the floor carelessly. Most of them were empty alcohol containers... except for one of which used to house a large dosage of pills.

Without warning, you started sobbing uncontrollably, pulling his head closer to rest your forehead on his. As your tears freckled his cheeks sparingly, you soon realised that crying was perhaps the stupidest thing to resort to at this point— calling an ambulance was a more logical approach.

You supported his upper body by the back of his neck and with your other hand, you picked your phone out from your pocket. Struggling with your blurred vision, you dialed the digits in hesitantly.

What would they do to him?

Would they take him away from you?

If they did, could you trust them to take care of him as well as you always did?

Your sense of protectiveness convinced you that you'd take care of him yourself. You were best at that. He'd be too stubborn to listen to the nurses, and you were sure he wouldn't trust anyone else to see the scars his body carried.

You set the phone aside and with a bitter smile assuming itself on your lips, you muttered out the words, "Dazai, you're an idiot, you know that? How long are you planning to do this to me?" in a whisper so soft, as if you were mortified at saying something so selfish.

You didn't expect a response but once you got it, you gasped out loud— whether in fright, shock, or relief, you didn't know.

"Oh, you're home," you felt the serrated, pained edges of his voice cut through your skin mercilessly as he looked into your swollen eyes with prodigious guilt and remorse. You couldn't bring yourself to say anything before he bent forward violently to grip his abdomen, inhaling sharply in evident pain. In the know, you hastily got up and helped him do the same.

With his hand over your shoulders, you struggled to support the weight of his body as the two of you heaved yourselves to the bathroom, where he immediately dropped himself in front of the toilet bowl to vomit unstintingly.

You knelt down next to him, placing your hand to rub his back tenderly as he ralphed out the poisons that threatened to take his life away just now. Once he was done, he sat down and leaned against the wall next to you, his head tilted upward, lips parted in exhaustion, staring at you with red-tinted eyes.

"Was this your plan all along?" you asked timidly as you wiped his face with a wet towel. He smiled at you guiltily.

"You never retired as my caretaker, huh?" he said before a cough interrupted his nonchalance.

"Don't change the subject," you replied, rubbing his chest to ease his heavy breathing.

"I wish you would care for someone who wouldn't worry you so much."

"I wish you would stop worrying me so much," your simplification of his sentence tugged a light chuckle out of his lips.

After freshening up and calming down a little, you found yourselves in the bedroom. As the two of you sat on the floor with your backs leaned against each other, you struggled with keeping words of anger at the tip of your tongue. You knew saying things you certainly didn't mean would just make him feel guilty, and that was the last thing you wanted to put him through.

He tilted his chin up and rested the back of his head on the back of yours, a nervous grimace flashing across his face as he thought of what to say. His skin had gone numb with consternation and longing. He yearned to be held in your embrace at this instant, but knew that it was too much to ask of you right now.

"It's not a good time to confess my love for you now, right?" he said casually. At this point, he had nothing to lose, and in this moment, he was desperate to hear your voice. You laughed softly, inviting him to get up to come and sit in front of you. He took both your hands in his, and planted a meek kiss on your knuckles.

"Am I that dense to you?" you retorted back, unable to keep yourself from smiling at the way his brown eyes pierced your gaze lovingly. You leaned on the bedside behind you, gesturing for him to come closer.

"You're really bad at keeping secrets," you cooed smoothly.

"Who said it was a secret?" he grinned, "Admit it, you're just really bad at taking a hint."

"Ugh, come here," you demanded. He shifted himself so that you found his head on your lap. He closed his eyes as your fingers ran through his hair gently.

"Do you love me back?" he asked expectantly, not daring to open his eyes to meet your glare.

"If I didn't, I think I would've kicked you out of my house by now," you mumbled grumpily. His smile only grew wider. A simple confession of love for your best friend wasn't scary if all you wanted in this life was to die, right? Again, he had absolutely nothing to lose at this point.

But now that he had finally said it, he realised he just gained something he could lose at any second.

Your fingers continued to tangle and untangle themselves in his brunette, unkempt hair. You had so much you wanted to ask, yet somehow you didn't want to disturb how he was so relaxed in your grasp.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" he opened his eyes to meet yours.

"Hm..." you thought carefully, though you already knew what you wanted to say.

"Why did you try to leave again?" you said those words with ease. Each and every former attempt you came to know about was never questioned by you— you felt like you had no right to ask him anything.

But for so long, you loved this boy more than anything else— of course you had all the right.

"That's a good question," the smile on his lips was branded with guilt from burdening you with soul-crushing worry, yet his eyes pleaded with you to understand he meant no harm to you. It then came to your realisation that the act of committing your heart to a wreckless person like him threatened to draw scars all over your very soul, yet the adoration his sorrow-filled eyes held promised to mend every single wound he had caused afterward.

"How do you live life without being terrorised by the fact that whatever you gain will be lost at some point? How do you go on with knowing you take nothing but yourself to the grave?" he asked, genuinely wanting to know what you had to say.

"Everything means nothing, Dazai," you answered plainly, caressing his cheekbone tenderly.

"Once you realise that, everything becomes a little more... comical. If we lose our expectations for life, we won't be disappointed all the time."

"If that's true, and if life really was that horrible, what would it matter if I died just now?" a wry smile twisted his lips. Now you realised one of the reasons he had asked such a question in the first place— he had wanted you to prove him wrong, and it pained you to see that he had lost so much hope already.

It was strange how the most beautiful souls were tormented with the most excruciatingly painful truths life could offer. Every single individual is tainted with the ghost of their past and the mistakes they've made along the way, but before you, despite how people fear him, and despite how society would look down on such a criminal, this boy was an angel— an angel without a home.

The world robbed angels of their wings and halos so they would look like demons instead.

But Dazai was no demon— not to you. If he was ever a demon, it'd be the times he stole your ice cream from the fridge, or the times he lied to you about going to sleep early.

If you ever accused him of being a demon, it was for stealing your heart and never giving it back.

"Would you like a well-structured, intellectual answer, or an answer from the bottom of my heart?"

"You're an intellect. I'm sure you'd give me the best of both worlds if you'd pick either," he said coquettishly. You rolled your eyes. You gave yourself a moment to think before opening your mouth again.

"I know the weight of the world, or, better yet, the weight of life itself, is the most unbearable thing we've choicelessly become stewards of. But someday, you'd realise the horror of living would make your death... all the more beautiful. We've only got one life to live, and one death to die."

He nodded professionally, but you could tell he wasn't taking you seriously.

"You tricked me. That was your philosophical answer, wasn't it?" he raised his eyebrows, a smirk drawing itself on his lips, "Heard that one before. I know you too well to think that that was from the bottom of your heart, y/n."

"You're right," you chuckled. Already knowing that he wouldn't be satisfied with your abstract answer, you continued on with what you actually wanted to say.

"I'm not asking you to promise me anything, Dazai, but all I ask of you, is that you understand that you don't have be in that bubble of seclusion anymore. You've solved enough mysteries of this world— death, life, and whatever that comes in between; the more meaning you get out of this world, the less meaning you see in living itself, and such knowledge is too heavy for anyone to carry. That's what separates you from the world— you've taken it all upon yourself, but at what cost, my love?"

He made no reply. He couldn't shake off the uneasiness he felt stemming from your answer, which was undoubtedly the most genuine thing he'd heard in his entire life. No, it definitely wasn't uneasiness... it was mere comfort— comfort he was so unfamiliar with. Is this what it felt like to be understood?

He had felt this way before, but at another point of his life with a different person, and in a very different way.

"Do you believe me when I say I care about you?" you asked, your face directly over his. As you waited for his response, you picked out the strands of his hair that curtained his face, his eyes fluttering at your sweet-tempered touch.

"Of course," he smiled serenely. He didn't know what else to say.

"Then you should know that all I want for you is to not feel alone anymore. I may not understand you completely, Dazai, you've hurt in a way that no one will ever know. But hear me out: I don't think there's enough love in the world, unless we have someone to give it to. Would you believe me if I said I'll love you to the best of my heart's ability?"

"I do," surprisingly, he meant that.

He wasn't sure where this certainty came from, but what he saw glowing from your face— compassion, just pure compassion, a flaw no one else in the world was willing to show—made him feel safe. He felt like he had found his home— right here, within your touch.

At this point, if you asked him to unravel every strand of his dolorous soul, he'd do it— even if his actions were fuelled with just a short-lived impulse, he'd do it without thinking twice.

It was just like how you used to uncoil his bandages to replace them when you were just teenagers— the way your eyes glowed with maddening concern while you stayed silent the whole time, not asking where each wound came from. It was just like that.

Though, he couldn't decide if your words would last. Maybe they wouldn't— all good things came to an end. But perhaps focusing on the tiniest details— from the minutes he had his hands around your waist whenever you slow-danced in the kitchen to the hours you'd spend talking and listening to each other— those were the details which made this horrible life a little more prettier. A little more bearable. A little more worthwhile.

"Daaazaaaiii~" he unlatched himself from the depths of his thoughts as you waved your hand in front of him. Your chuckles filled the air as he suddenly grasped the sides of your face to latch his lips on yours, forgetting about all the thoughts which threatened to bother him.

"If you keep charming me like that, I might really want to start living," he said as he sat upright. He leaned forward with the intention to continue kissing you, but you placed your hand on his chest to stop him briefly.

"Is that a challenge?" you asked mischievously, with an effervescent smile on your face which he was, once again, quick to hide as he placed his lips on yours again.