#jskdkdkdkdk

[dreamaboutwhathappens]

all too well 🤝 the black dog

so many hyper-specific details that you would think it makes the song unrelatable to the listener but the details make it hit harder because everyone has their metaphorical scarf or bar called the black dog — the crystal clear details of a bygone era as the only surviving pieces of something you once loved

[i-wish-y0u-roses]

JSKDKDKDKDK LA CSM

[prompt-master]

Im sorry people were being weird about part one of the bear trap fic I thought it was really good :(

That means a lot to me! I put a lot of thought and care into making sure the set up was nice and it was my first fic in around 2 years! So to hear people liked it really makes me happy since I feel like its difficult to get peoples attention through set ups

[screamingiminlovewithyou]

i got 25mpg on the highway...blessed

[prompt-master]

OH MY GOD I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS

so i saw this post by the always iconic @prompt-master and had to whip up a little drabble for it! it’s quick and messy, but i couldn’t help myself!

———

A remnant of despair stands at one end of the hallway, a large knife in his hand.

Makoto Naegi stands at the other end, clutching his gun in front of him.

The remnant has on the black suit of a reserve course student— one of the few that didn’t commit mass suicide with his peers. Future Foundation had warned him and his squadron that the reserve course students could be more dangerous than the Ultimate remnants, and Makoto could certainly believe that; even though he wasn’t moving towards him, the boy has such a feral, hateful look in his eyes, as if he’s just waiting for the perfect moment to plunge his knife into Makoto’s chest.

Other members of the squadron will find me soon, Makoto reminds himself, looking down the barrel of his gun, I just need to wait. Just a few more minutes, Kyoko or Hina will come and back me up against him.

Or I could kill him.

His breath hitches at the idea— it’s as if the remnant reads his thoughts. “Go on, shoot me,” he taunts, stretching his arms out as if to mock a crucifixion. “Well?”

Killing a human isn’t like killing a monokuma. The monokumas are robots, the gun is just a megaphone, but… a human can be changed. He knows this from watching the students on the island, watching the remnants survive and bond with each other in the simulation (save for that nasty hack into the system).

No matter what, Makoto could never kill a human.

“No,” he sighs, “I won’t kill you. Because I won’t stoop to your level-“

“But I will. Give me the gun, Makoto.”

Makoto almost drops the gun as he whips around to see his bloodstained, megaphone-wielding fiancé, flicking his bangs out of his face.

“Byakuya!” he gasps, resisting the urge to run and wrap his arms around his lover- but he has to keep the remnant on his feet, even if he just declared that he couldn’t kill him.

“Did you not hear me? Give me the gun,” Byakuya repeats, making a ‘come here’ gesture.

“We’re just as bad if we do that. We can’t kill h-“

“I’d like it if you didn’t make such broad statements about us, Makoto. Don’t make me ask you again.”

With shaking hands, Makoto hands Byakuya the gun. It looks better in his hands, his slender fingers wrapping around the magazine like a second instinct. “If you can’t watch, look away. I won’t judge you,” Byakuya’s tone is softer as he turns his head to his fiancé, in a voice only Makoto can hear.

Makoto looks away, and before the remnant has a chance to run off, a gunshot echoes through the hallway.

The smack of a body hitting the floor follows, and Makoto retches onto the wall.

His chest heaves and the ground moves beneath him, but Byakuya’s hand is on his back, rubbing between his shoulders. “Come. There’s still more,” he says, pulling his lover’s face to meet his own. “I’m right here, my love.”

Makoto offers him a shaky smile, standing up straight again. “Thank you, ‘Kuya. As long as you’re the one who does the shooting for the rest of this mission.”

[valkyrietookmoved]

X: He put him in the closet

Me: THE CLOSET???

X: he's fine don't worry~

That... Is not a conversation I was expecting tonight alright jskdkdkdkdk

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

🐹 <3

JSKDKDKDKDK thank you!! 🥺❤️

how intimidating am i?

[bungeenomin]

FFS WHATS GOIN ONNNN🧚‍♀️

JSKDKDKDKDK

[jamaisjoons]

Lmao this probably says something about me. But anyways. Whenever my parents say something that ends up hurting me,,, like idk it just suddenly makes me feel really lonely and I miss my friends that I was laughing on FaceTime with about two or three hours ago but can’t call just yet cuz they’re busy, I always use fanfics as a coping mechanism. Like I’ll look for something with unhealthy amounts of fluff, and I usually look in three categories: BTS, Loki laufeyson/odinson, and Draco Malfoy

omg dude no it’s okay :( a lot of people using reading as an escape so I’m sure it’s not just you!! like especially in times like these I think a lot more people have turned to art for comfort so don’t worry about it too much!!! but also JSKDKDKDKDK okg dude I used to read so much dramione it’s insane ,,,, so I feel you but I was never really as big into the marvel fandom isosksossksk

[cythanadiel]

just wanted to say I really love your art!!!!

Jskdkdkdkdk thank you so much!! ಥ‿ಥ<3

[luiicious]

I thought Chuuya would say "Let's die together" with girly voice jskdkdkdkdk

Akutagawa: We lost Dazai-san! What do we do?!

Chuuya: Don’t worry, kid, I got this.

Chuuya: TELL ME WHY !

Dazai’s voice, in the distance : AIN’T NOTHING BUT A HEARTACHE!!

Chuuya: There he is!

[prompt-master]

I’m pretty sure the ppl laughing at Naegi suffering is the Naegi haters because they thought he should have died at some point in the series and is disappointed that he didn’t.

While that is totally true I also think there's some people who are gonna laugh simply because it's just a little ridiculous when you plot out the sequence of events that lead up to him getting mauled! Its like the man cant catch a break and i see no reason why you cant laugh at that!

[luiicious]

I thought Chuuya would say "Let's die together" with girly voice jskdkdkdkdk

Akutagawa: We lost Dazai-san! What do we do?!

Chuuya: Don’t worry, kid, I got this.

Chuuya: TELL ME WHY !

Dazai’s voice, in the distance : AIN’T NOTHING BUT A HEARTACHE!!

Chuuya: There he is!