#an effort was made

[ccozmo]

Doodle from when I first tried drawing them all from memory. Im sorry Zooble

[ordophilosophicus]

[simping-for-red-flags]

Dazai hiding his pain rots my brain.

(CW self harm)

Dazai grit his teeth as he slid down the wall, clumsily reaching for the wad of toilet paper that was stuffed under his mattress. His mind was racing, his thoughts jumbled as they tore through him like a flood, like an inferno. It was enough to make him wish it could all just stop.

He felt like he was going to explode.

He wished that he would.

In the meantime, he would settle for anything that made him feel even remotely human. The pain was enough to ground him, to slow down his mind enough that he could breathe again.

When he was done, he felt still.

It was almost religious, the sanctity of the act of unwinding a fresh role of bandages. Hiding his impurities beneath the layers of cloth that were as white snow.

That would soon become stained.

Just like everything that he touched, like the people who clung to their perceptions of him, never truly seeing what he was at his core. It was as much a comfort as a mean to enforce his separation from the world around him. But at least his mind had stilled for the moment. It was a small mercy.

Getting to his feet, Dazai fixed an easygoing smile on his face. Pulling his coat on, making sure that the sleeves covered the evidence of what he had done.

That was the problem with the ADA, he had a group of people who cared, but they would never understand. Or perhaps he'd just never given them the chance.

But who could love a monster, but a monster?

"Kunikida-kun!" He called, his tone light and playful as he raised his hand to wave to the blond once he'd made his way back down to the office. "What's with that face? I haven't even said anything yet."

Kunikida frowned, a sigh leaving his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You only look so happy to see me when you're planning to disrupt my schedule." The man replied tersely. "And I just don't have the time today, we have enough to deal with without you making a fool of me right now."

Dazai laughed easily, his performance as little more than a lovable clown was impeccable, it was a mask he could hide behind an antidote to the poison that lurked within.

"Aw, Kunikida-kun." He protested, a pout on his lips as he sighed dramatically. "You're so cruel to me..."

He laughed as the other man walked away, a soft sound that was barely an act. Dazai knew he had a place here, that he was cared for. Or at least, his act had successfully tricked them into accepting him.

But on days like this, he missed feeling seen, safe to lower his defenses in the knowledge that he had no expectations to live up to, no damage he could cause by being less than an imitation of something more than he truly was at his core.

On days like today, he missed the Port Mafia, more specifically he missed Chuuya.

He had seen him, truly seen him, and god if he didn't long to feel seen again.

[chaosandorder46]

[seveneyesoup]

insane how if you’re skinny + white anything you wear no matter how boring will turn up in results for fashion. girl that is a plain black tee shirt and regular black jeans. you aren’t even wearing a belt

[yujateaandpi]

y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.

[kensatou]

i'll let phie-san say it:

[the-nefarious-vampire]

as an aroace, im particularly dangerous, because i wont fuck or marry. i only know how to kill.

[iveremade]

“Good luck. And DON’T fuck it up.”

[000bun]

[egophiliac]

since Eng is getting 7.5 soon(?), I felt motivated to go back to my Meleanor rig and make her a couple of lesson animations! ...except for alchemy, because the cauldron bubbles proved too hard to photoshop around, whoops.

maybe she just got lost on her way to the classroom...?

(credit: backgrounds are from the game, I just put her on top of 'em)

(aside from the backgrounds, this is not an edit, I drew her from scratch! please do not tag or treat as an edit!)

[wiisagi-maiingan]

I love tornado survival guides. "Shelter in a basement or interior room without any windows. But if you're in a mobile home, just fucking die I guess lol"

[chaosandorder46]

[homoquartz]

a show doesn't necessarily have to be ABOUT queerness to BE a queer show. it's a cultural dialect that cishets don't quite speak.

edit: i gotta clarify that the shows do indeed still have to have actual queer characters in them to count

[yourangle-yuordevil]

Don't embarass him or he'll go full snake 🐍