#throws myself down a well

[yukipri]

feelin kinda sad so eating an obscene amount of pasta

[sawtrapx]

I have to be the most fuckable person in this saw bathroom

[cynical-crypt]

reminder to writers/self

its ok to write shitty poems its ok to write shitty song lyrics its ok to write shitty stories its ok to be unoriginal its ok to reuse a line from something else you wrote its ok to reference other works its ok to be proud of shitty writing its ok to be proud of great writing its ok to be proud in general its ok to not use overcomplicated intricate wording in writing its ok to write about dumb shit its ok to write about fictional events its ok to write something awesome but have one weak line you cant really fix its ok to write something terrible but have one amazing line that doesn't fit its ok to write about emotions you don't really grasp its ok to write

[diamond-dangeresque]

do you understand the words coming out of my mouth.

[skrunksthatwunk]

this could be kuwameshi if you guys would like. take my hand and trust me

[nami-moittli]

(Note: Agetes is OG! Ortho, Adesius is the Humanoid)

Different sibling relationships, as modeled by the Shrouds:

Idia and Adesius: I love you, you can do no wrong, I may get slightly annoyed with you sometimes but you’re still the most important thing in the world to me

Idia and Agetes: I’m sorry, it’s my fault, you’re still my cheeky younger brother though and I’ll never let you forget who’s in charge

Agetes and Adesius: Cain instinct

[lesbiansanemi]

Currently trying not to vomit over the fact that I essentially just lost almost a thousand dollars brb

[ivoryratdoggerythethird]

reading dazai, chuuya, age fifteen for the finally and now i'm just mad i didn't read it earlier like

first of all why does this have the best first chapter of all time ever like this french waiter lookin ass nameless grunt looks like he smakes cigars and shotguns with hiroutsu tell me i'm wrong you can't

and chuuya chuuya chuuya chuuya chUUYA OH MY BELOVED i am suddenly personally connected with dazai on a spiritual level because i too would become obsessed with this dude if he stomped on my face. i'm already obsessed without him stomping on my face.

ALSO WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THIS WHY IS THE ENTIRE FANDOM SLEEPING ON THESE PANELS

"what's wrong? i'm just on my tippy toes" chuuya sweetie i am going to go fucking FERAL

ballerina chuuya agenda real

also

everyone else go home like i'm sorry i really am. kunikida babe i love you with a gun dazai you look good with one too tachihara you're my baby but like none of you ever use bullets again please your fully grown asses are embarrassing once i've met fifteen year old chuuya catching bullets in his mouth and blowing back a literal kiss of death back at you like look at his hand at the end there, i'm losing my mind

[snivmoon]

the servers are closing???

[pollen]

i've been diving a lot deeper into adhd symptoms and comorbidities and misdiagnoses and whenever i tell my boyfriend something i learned that sounds like me he responds with something like

[just-a-carrot]

ahem…your genzy drabble, my good carrot :3

(direct copy-paste from what I dumped in my friend’s DM’s lol)

hear me out on this: iggy working on a rlly important project for work or doing a rlly hard boss fight in his game that makes him do this to the point it’s late

Genzou leans on the arm of Iggy’s gaming chair “Damn, you’re really still on this, huh? Been hearin’ ya type all day. It’s a wonder how your fingers aren’t crampin’.” he comments.

Iggy just nods. “Yeah. This shit is taking me way longer than it should. And trust me, they are.” Iggy frowns and furrows his brows as he utters that last sentence.

Genzou yawns and blinks tired, lazy eyes. “Well, I’m heading up to bed. Today knocked me flat on my ass and I need my beauty sleep so I don’t drive myself up the fuckin’ wall tomorrow.”

“M’kay. I’ll head up too when I’m done.” Iggy replies, eyes still glued to the screen.

Genzou kisses his cheek. “Night, Iggs. Please don’t work yourself to the bone. I expect to see my adorable stick figure-shaped boyfriend in my arms when I wake up tomorrow, okay? Love you so much.”

“Stick figure???” Iggy cocks a brow and turns his head, but Genzou has already started walking down the hall and moving his cane around to try to find their bedroom door.

Later that night, Genzou wakes up, blearily blinking his eyes and sitting up a bit in he and Iggy’s bed. He doesn’t need to see to know that it’s still late as fuck from the way he can hear the cicadas still screaming from outside due to the open window kept open to keep air circulation through the apartment. God, he has to piss. Drinking before bed is always a fucking mistake.

Genzou pads down the hall down to the bathroom, feeling against the wall for that familiar handle, and does his business. After flushing, he begins to walk back towards the bedroom, where he hears soft breathing coming from his left. Genzou blinks, then remembers. Oh right, Iggy was working on something, wasn’t he? He must’ve passed out midway.

Genzou may have been exhausted and ready to crash as soon as he hit the soft sheets of their bed again, but he can’t help but smile to himself a little imagining Iggy asleep as his computer, laying forward on his arms and drooling a little like he did when they were kids.

Genzou walks quietly over until the breathing sounds as close as it can get. Genzou feels for the computer desk a tad, confirming that Iggy is right in front of him.

He reaches his arms out, carefully finding Iggy’s legs and back, scooping him gently into his arms, feeling his boyfriend’s warmth against his chest as Iggy instictively cuddles against his chest, nuzzling his face against Genzou’s neck. Genzou’s heart flutters a bit. He swears that there has never been a time that Iggy doesn’t make his chest want to explode, in anxiety or in adoration. He loves this boy so goddamn much.

Genzou carries Iggy back to their bed, careful not to wake his sleepy boy up, and places him tenderly onto the bed, tucking him underneath the sheets which Iggy quickly curls into. Genzou climbs in next to him, wordlessly pulling him into his chest and closing his eyes, kissing Iggy’s forehead and listening to his soft snores before sleep finally takes him as well.

(okay drabble over aaaaaaaaaaaa they make me so ill. all I ever do is write about iggy maxwell being cute with boys >/////<)

actual photographic evidence of me reading this:

this is SOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUUTE ARGJGGJKJDKJFASLKDJFASD

LOSING MY MIND

i could not stop smiling and flailing 😭💕

this was too precious and sweet thank you so much for sharing. it really made my day!!!!!!!

"all I ever do is write about iggy maxwell being cute with boys" -> LKDLKFJASDLKFASD I CHOKED WITH LAUGHTER real tho

[phagodyke]

they need to make a killing myself I can do every weekend but only on the weekends so I can get up fine on monday and go to work again

[widevibratobitch]

nothing makes me hate myself more than sleeping in. yes the night before i slept for like an hour tops so i rather passed out more than 'fell asleep' last night but that is no excuse for my brain to tune out like twenty fucking alarms in a row. FUCKS SAKE.

[backpackingspace]

Hey this just in? Ptsd sucks balls

[pilonciillo]

on another note

[gu6chan]

one of drakengard 3's most significant blasphemies aside from getting rid of literally one of the core worldbuilding tools that makes drakengard stand out from most other "medieval fantasy/dark fantasy" media (pact system, which largely served to boost up it's OTHER notable feature being it's dark characters) is completely throwing weapon magic out the window in exchange for what's literally just a glorified version of Drakengard 2's sonic burst