#im jst. augh

[mothwingedmyths]

Thinking about this guy again

[angelpuns]

Starting to think that being in pain every single night isn't normal :/

[skunkes]

[arsenicflame]

its staring at two incredibly similar laptop and not making a decision hours

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

luke hemmings' new solo album. oh... </3

sir i didnt expect this from you but im so not complaining. my boyyyyy. i miss lip ring era luke bc nostalgia but ykw i will not complain abt solo music. i didnt even know abt this album releasing until like last week lol BUT WOAH.

:(. this feels like a night-time driving album. /pos

[cubedmango]

Hey naina, tried to rewatch the cherry magic movie tonight. Got up to the nagasaki scene. It’s currently paused,,, I have cried genuinely. non stop since I pressed play? My head hurts really badly I think. I’m gonna try again tomorrow I hope you’re having a lovely day

(other ask under the cut for length)

KUROSAWA SAYING WHEN YOU DIDN’T TURN TO ME I WAS SAD AND THAT ONE FUCKIN TEAR THAT FALLS FROM HIS EYES AND THE WAY HE LAUGHS AND APOLOGISES FOR BEING A MESS I NEED A NURSE like i’m gonna. Die i’m two seconds away from throwing up my heart why would he. Why did they film a movie with such intent to tear me to the ground the way he can barely speak and has to try and gather himself multiple times with deep breaths before speaking and ends up crying anyway the way adachi looks on helplessly wondering how to comfort him and let him know how much he loves him the way. The way he tries to bridge the gap between them with understanding through touch one of kurosawa’s main love languages the way kurosawa’s eyes are so glossy and doe like as he waits for adachi’s kiss the way he says his name so softly the way adachi rests his hand on kurosawa’s knee and their hands find each other so slowly…, so softly… so tenderly… the way they can literally speak 636373 words with just their hands alone and do way more for the sake of romance and true deep mutual love than anything the way none of these are in order of how they happen because my brain is seeping out of my ears naina what the actual fuck were they thinking..,, machida keita akaso eiji and kazam hiroki you will receive my medical bills shortly i’m. I wow so. cool

PLEASE IM CRYING KFJHSDKFHDSJF ALL OF THIS IS SO REAL??????? cm crew put Smth into the nagasaki scene idk what but its insane like i will never Not be feral when i think abt it ...... kurosawas breakdown is so painful to see hes been holding everything back for So Fucking Long and imagining all the events from his perspective is crazy like think abt it. he has no idea if adachis ok or not and none of his calls go through and theyre so far apart like Imagine . the fact he wasnt like full on bawling in that scene means hes still holding back so much probs for adachis sake its so aaarhrrhGHGFGHF!!!!!!! LET HIM CRY MORE PLEASE.......

adachis side was perfectly analyzed in that meta i rbed earlier so i have nothing substantial to add but god for the 58302th time his Growth ..... even in ep 12 he had to get that push from tsuge to go meet w kurosawa but in the movie he could already tell kurosawa was putting up a front (and literally predicted it would happen as soon as he got the transfer offer) and he probs planned on talking abt it when he flied back to tokyo before the incident which is. ... .. and the look of determination on his face the entire time kurosawa finally broke down w no panic no overthinking like "I Am Going To Love And Cherish This Man So Hard" and comforting kurosawa w touch and no longer caring abt the magic that hes become reliant on for kurosawas sake. . Yeah im going to be ill about these two for the rest of my life thank u cm crew god bles <3

[chryzuree]

he is SOOOOOO pretty & sleepy & perfect &… &…. &….

[nulltune]

❛   like—  really,  really no.   ❜       for such firmness to be behind that soft voice,  it's almost scary ..  !   ironic,  because the gentle delivery was an attempt to soften the blow of such a harsh refusal.  the atmosphere had changed somewhat since the reveal of her  ...  financial limitations,  and the senior resolved to take measures to fix that  ( especially before the generous niwa decides to step in ) ,  all while keeping the mood light.       ❛   there really is no need for that.  there's no way i'd let someone younger than me pay.   ❜

grip on the wallet tightens slightly as he speaks,  tempted to interject or stop him from speaking,  but is unable to do so  —  not when he was doing so with such earnesty.  aah,  that really makes things difficult.       ❛   ... i'll keep that in mind.   ❜       carefully chosen words are tentatively spoken.  an outright rejection would only prolong this topic of conversation—  but it's not like she can accept either.  he wants to help her,  that's clear enough to see,  but she doesn't think he'd understand that kishinami hakuno isn't someone who needed to helped.  she couldn't be.      

❛   do i appear to be having a hard time ?   ❜       is that why you're asking this ?   because—  she really isn't.  always careful with everything she does  —  so as not to worry others,  so as not to bring about this kind of concern  —  could it be that she messed up somewhere .. ?   she'll have to reflect on that,  but for now,  a shake of her head.       ❛   that really isn't the case,  so don't be so worried.   ❜

no ? ' um ... like --- r-really no ? ' he can't help but bring himself to sheepishly smile at her . a hand lifts and rubs at the back of his head : for whatever reason , most likely the sense of her stare acutely needling at and observing him , he can't help but feel caught , somehow .

' you really don't have to do this for me , kishinami-san . a-actually , let me get some money too ! y'know , just in case there's something else , umm --- s-something really special ! ' he's lying to her . wherever they went , he would definitely be getting something splendid for hakuno , too .

' i mean , it makes me really happy that you'd do something like this for me ... but if you were in any sort of trouble or discomfort , you'd tell me , right ? i don't want to be treated while kishinami-san suffers . it's not fair if only i get to smile and feel good . '

[osarina]

CARINACARINACARINA !!! I HAD THE BIGGEST STAR EYES WHILE READING THT CHAPTER I LOVED IT SMMMM I HAVE NO FREAKING WORDS

LIKE FIRST OFF THE BEGINNING KLAUS !!! KLAUS !!!!! I HOPE HE SHOWS UP SOON IN THE PM UNIVERSE BC I LOVE HIM SM ALREADY :<< !!!!!! I LOVE HIS AND READERS DYNAMIC SM AHEHRUGFUYE !!!!!!!

AND THE PARALLEL TO WATERLOO THE WOUND SCENE IT WAS SO GOOD LIKE I CANT DESCRIBE IT BUT I LOVED IT SM DAZAI BEING ALL SMART HAHAHA I LOVE HIM SM IM GOING INSANEEEEE !!! AND DAZAI BEING HIM !! HE REMINDS ME SM OF A LIL PUPPY IN THIS UNIVERSE HES SOOOOO CUTE HES JST A LIL GUY !! AUGH THE ENDING AUGH I WAS KICKING MY FEET AND SHIT IT WAS SOOOOO SWEET

They were always impatient, a clashing of teeth and a rush to remove Dazai from his clothes—he would end the night with the taste of blood in his mouth and bruises on his body. But you kiss him slowly. THIS IS IT THIS IS THE LINE THTH GOT ME I AM A SUCKER FOR SHIT LIKE THIS CARINA AJREKJHVKAFHRBKDVJRBRVGREJKB RJBHTDJBIOUBRSHU THIS CHAPTER HAD ME GOIJGG THRU ALL SORTA EMOTIONS VJSBVJBRJIBVREHBJG I LOVE ITTT !!!

REDDDDDDD MY SWEET GIRL <3333 I ADORE YOU

I WAS SOOOOOOO EXCITED TO INTRODUCE KLAUS, ive been anticipating it so much. i haven't had the chance yet to do it in canon pmreader verse </3 i think maybe ill have the chance to give him a little cameo in the cannibalism fic but it will be so small </3

JUDHFASIUDFHSUDIFHSU I WAS GIGGLINGGGGG WHILE WRITING THE WOUND SCENE, dazai is such a little guy just getting dragged into all of this >:( a lil guy with a crush on a girl >:(

OMGGGGGG RED I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THE KISS SCENE - I ACTUALLY WASN'T GOING TO ADD THE KISS BUT WITH ME BY SUM 41 POPPED ON MY PLAYLIST AND I WAS LIKE WOW I CAN'T NOT WRITE A KISS W THIS SONG PLAYING LOLLLDFAJSUHDFASUIDFH ITS THE ULTIMATE KISS SONG

ALSO TO UR OTHER ASK

YES atsushi is with the pm right now. he still has the same backstory as canon, but dazai wasn't with the ada to take him in so the port mafia ended up capturing him. reader convinced mori not to ship him off to the guild so he's currently one of her subordinates.

[yakool-foolio]

SORRY but like i want to say things cuz im actually insane over that fic sorry. i went into it not expecting anything specific altho i did see the yomi tag so i was already kind of like :raisedeyebrowemoji: but whtever so i jst started reading. and the way the realization hit me like OH THIS IS THE YOMI POSSESSES VIVIA FIC THEY WERE TALKING ABT FUCK. like i wasnt prepared why would u do that to me i gasped irl......... anyway it was rlly good... everything abt it ! yomi talking abt the blank week, all the dialogue in general,, vivia and yakous blood mixing thats such a cool detail... also im like going over it again now tht i know its yomi talking through viv and its like a completely different feeling now AUGH fantastic job im eating this up

(In reference to Solar Eclipse)

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I LOVE RAMBLING ABOUT MY SILLY THOUGHT PROCESS BEHIND MY WRITING WOOOOOOO!

You cannot believe the restraint I had to put on myself to not share anything about my progress on this story before it was published. I had the initial idea post and the 'man I really wanna write about this now' reblog but that was mainly it (except for the one time I shared the tiniest tidbit of a sentence using funny wordplay, but I never clarified what it was for). Otherwise, there were absolutely no previews cause I knew that practically anything could've been a dead giveaway for the plot. I didn't wanna soil the potential surprise, so I forced myself to keep it under lock n key. I had zero idea what the reception for this fic would be like, so I'm very glad to see it paid off and got some fun reactions! It's cool to hear that you got some re-readability outta it, too!

Also, I'll let ya in on the underlying theme of this story that I haven't seen anyone bring up yet. So, as we all know, Yomi sics his goons on anyone that opposes him, keeping his pristine record of not laying a hand on a single corpse. But in this fic, Yomi actually takes initiative and dirties himself up! Well... not exactly. He's in the body of Vivia, after all. He puppeteered the detective to seek vengeance for the betrayal that sealed his fate during the Blank Week. Yomi, original and homunculus, has always painted the blood of his enemies on someone else's hands.

[pastriibunz]

hi!! so, I just read through The Kai Who Didn't Like Musicals. picking Curses as a final number as an amazing choice, absolutely heartbreaking. the "tell me I am good enough" hit really hard when I remembered how desperate she was to save everything. really, really cool.

AAA HI TYSM!!!

it makes me so so sooo happy to know that people are reading through tkwdlm still! esp when ppl let me know how it impacts them. just AUGH !!! i am over joyed :] and hey, if youre intrested...theres nightmare kai-me... (i actually really recommend nmk! im a little biased lol, but over half the plots are original, the entire series isnt just a bunch of rewritten nmk eps. and theres a big overarching plot that hasnt been revealed just yet, and its apparently gotten people *cough cough* @raspberrysmoon *cough cough* to theorize about it. its also maybe a sorta sequel to tkwdlm and the unwritten black kaiday script! idk i jst. really like nmk and am super proud of it)

[tiptapricot]

DUDE HOLY SHIT OHHHHHHHH MY GOD I UMMMMM IHHGGHHHH IM HONNA EXPLOOOOOOOOODE THIS IS SO SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL AND YOUVE CAPTURED THEM IN A WAY THAT IMMM IM JUSY IIKMMNHHHJJJGVVBBB OHHHHHH MY GOD??????? THIS IS LEGIT LIKE ONE OF THE SWEETEST THINGS IVE EVER RECIEVED N THE WAY YOUVE SHAPED THEIR INTERACTIONS AND TACTILITY AND LIKE AND LIKE AND THE WARMTH OF THE TWO LIGHTS IN THE DARK AND AND!!!!

Ok ok coming out of caps for better thoughts AUGH ok so just the quiet tending of Romero’s garden in the dark and the focus he has on each movement, and then Antez’s sweet and slow and dreamy presence slipping in I lovE how you’d describe hymn so otherworldly and capturing and the way hiss face slowly splits and revolves and expands like some universe of stars like I TRULY CANNOT EXPRESS HOW LIKE absolutely bang on this is and and AUGH THE WAY THE the way the flowers change Romero’s view when slotted in is such a heart twistingly loving and gorgeous way to put it and SO TRUE JUST AND JSJT!!! YEA HIS SILENCE WOULD CLING LIKE THAT ANTEZ WOULD GET HIM THAT WAY AND THE FLOWER BEING LOOKED AT BY HISS HEAD AND FINDING A CORE PIECE AND BURSTING AND JUSTBHOLY SHIT FUCK FUCK THIS IS RLY THEM AND JUST SO SWEET AND LOVELY AND WELL DONE AND!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!!??!

ALL OF THIS IS SO WONDERFUL I CANNOT EVENNNNNNJ DESCRIBE TYSM DUDE GRRAGGGHGGSGSGHHHHHH OSIJSHSBBBB MMMMMMMMMM AHHHHHHHHHHH

(IDs in ALT)

Congrats to @tiptapricot for reaching 1k followers!!!!!!!

This is a little entry for their create this in your style challenge, using some of their OCs!!! I fucking love this little dudes, so I was happy to take the chance to write a little something for em. I hope you like it, mikey, plz tell me what I got right or wrong lol. I hope this all isn't terribly out of character

Prompt: Small things make up love languages. Intent with care, wanting with direction, and sometimes even just a reminder that one party values the other. It’s not a science, really. Everyone is different.

Story under the cut-

The flowers brush up against Romero’s knees, whisper-thin petals tickling down his palm. They reach back to his outstretched hand with rough leaves that try and fail to snare onto the fabric of his gloves as he gently pushes them aside. Instead, Romero grabs the weeds, the weeds that have thrown themselves into the edges of his garden, that grab with sharp teeth coating their stalks onto the fabric of his gloves, and he pulls them from the ground. Their roots rain down soil, arcing through the air as Romero tosses them aside.

The glow of his pumpkin head diffuses gently on the rows of flowers, leaking out into the cold darkness of the night. It lights the way for Romero as he works, yanking more weeds from the ground, brushing back the soil where he disturbs it. Bugs, startled by the uprooting of the plants, skitter across his gloves, searching for a new refuge, and he leaves them to go about their business.

The door creaks open behind him, and Romero sits up, stretching out his tense shoulders and leaning his head back, tilting it up towards the stars. Powder blue clouds drift across the sky, lazy as everything else is in the night, covering the stars so they wink in and out of existence.

Antez melts onto him, sprawling hymnself over Romero’s lap, head falling languidly over his shoulder. It tips back, following his gaze to the stars.

“Were you waiting for me?”

“___ _____ _ __,” Romero says, in words that aren’t words, that only Antez can really understand.

Antez laughs, he laughs the sound of windchimes falling but never hitting the ground, the sound of glass un-shattering, the sound of flowers brushing up against palms, of a thousand other things Romero couldn’t name. “Well, I do appreciate it,” he murmurs, wrapping the stalk of a flower around hiss finger and pulling it from the ground. Romero watches as he gathers more, and begins braiding them, twining their stalks together with one hand.

“__ __ __ ____ __ ______.”

“Well…” Antez sighs, and he feels a little heavier, all of the sudden. “I had hoped to be but I… well I suppose I got carried away this time.” There is light leaking out from hiss face, a blue glow winding cracks all around hiss head. “I think I waited a bit too long.”

Romero knew that, of course. He knew from the tension held in Antez’s shoulders, from the tired eyes, from the dizzying spin of hiss light and halos when it was just the two of them. He knew, but he doesn’t say as much.

“_ __ _____ ___?” Romero asks, tilting his head to one side.

“Oh,” Antez says in almost a sigh. The cracks of light on hiss face widen, and he lets hymnself fall apart a little, facial features drifting away from each other. They hover only vaguely tethered, like they’re held together by bits of invisible string. “Very.”

“___.” Romero runs a hand down his husband’s hair, watching as Antez drifts apart from hymnself a little more, the puzzle pieces of hiss face just beginning to shift and turn. “__ ___ _ ___.”

Antez hums hiss agreement, and the sound trails up Romero's back like chills. “Come here,” Antez murmurs, and Romero tilts his head towards hymn questioningly. Antez gathers hiss flowers, stems braided together to make tiny clusters, and slots the miniature bouquets into Romero’s eye holes. He hums to hymnself as he works, rearranging the flowers, shifting Romero’s worldview with the careful movement of hiss long, slender fingers.

Romero sits still for hymn, content to watch the petals dancing in his vision, catching glimpses of Antez as hiss facial features continue to drift apart from each other, those tenuous strings being cut as they pull away to show the gleaming light inside. Its brilliant blue falls over Romero’s own gentle orange, shining over both of their hands, illuminating the eyes and halos and mouths that orbit in slow, winding trails around Antez’s head.

Antez lets hiss hands fall, one coming to rest on Romero’s thigh. Hiss mouths, spinning around hiss face, are all smiling warmly. “You look lovely.”

Romero nods his thanks, careful not to let the flowers fall. He reaches up, brushing his fingers against their petals. They sweep against the inside of his head.

Romero grabs a flower from the dirt, breaking it just before the roots. With one thumb, he pops its head off, lets the stem fall back to the ground. He offers it to Antez, who seems to understand, who always understands.

When the flower is tipped into the whirling space of Antez’s mind, there is a moment of careful suspension. The eyes and mouths and ears churning slowly through the air tilt towards it slightly, observing as it drifts closer to the light in the center, sinking down until its broken tip touches something, some physical presence in all that blue.

And it explodes.

Petals fly outwards, more than Romero thinks there should be, speckled with seeds that have begun to glow like the starry freckles that dot Antez’s face. The petals get caught up in the halos, the eyes, winding their own orbits through the madness. They are sprays of color, arcs of nature.

“_______.”

“Yes,” Antez agrees softly. Some of hiss eyes flutter close, and hiss head tilts back as he leans against Romero. Melts. Together, they look down at the flowers, up at the stars. “Beautiful.”

[nulltune]

nyehehe happy lil lynn dance i sold my soul did some work for a hakunochan art (so insane actually i was offered money to my atm or hakuno art and SGFJSHFJ YOU CAN TELL WHAT I CHOISE) which is noww the sidebar art in my theme ! 🥰 art credit goes to Roji !!

also i jst wanna add a closeup of her eyes here bc 🥺🥺🥺😳😢🙏🫶💖💞💕 AUGH IT'S SO PRETTY IM DEADDDD THE ART IS SAUR PRETTY I LOVE IT SM 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️💗

[branchifr]

Im in the school club for the first time this school year and im absolutely losing my fucking shit its so fucking chill here to the point i might get even comfy and the staff (😭😭???) r so nice (they jst got my name wrong) AUGH

[niiventi]

being in a long term relationship is hard.  like... not jst long term i guess but living with ur bf like money struggles and trying to balance work and a relationship and ur tired and AUGH!  im happy but also stressed 

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

thank you, evil by melanie martinez, for existing. you could not explain my shit better. sometimes i just want to inject that shit into my veins bc AUGH. me me me me me me me. jst love it so much because its like- idk man it just has some lowkey really relatable lyrics to me. trauma? me? yeah </3. BUT ITS LIKE A SONG ABOUT SAYING FUCK YOU SO LIKE I LOVE IT BC LIKE LOOK WHOS WINNING NOW BITCH. I AINT LOOSING SHIT NOT KNOWING YOU.

rahhh sorry im just like... rahhh. no words ig. portals is a good album but tbh i can understand people not liking mel's style shift. i personally think she innovated her sound to like- its a good shift??? it was new to her and sounds fucking KILLER dude. like mmm yummy. good sounds in my brain. idk i just am glad a song like evil exists bc MAN.