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''Who better to understand the depths of one's heart than the blade who chose their wielder?''

AU in which Shen Yuan gets transmigrated into Xiu Ya, and ends up cultivating a human form and being there for Shen Jiu in his disciple years.

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Somewhat expecting next alnst friday post to glaze over whatever lore is happening right now with it being unclear if till being fully dead or not and for them to just go ✨✨tee-hee✨✨ here’s them as kids silly moment!!✨✨ nothing is wrong!!✨✨ don’t worry about it!!

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…. That's the only response Dazai had given all day to everyone, other than Chuuya, who he'd give shakes of his head or curt nods to response of certain questions. Dazai seemed to ignore everyone else prior, which was practically unheard of (other than times he's being a jerk). "What's going on with him?" Atsushi asks, sidling up next to Chuuya, whose wings spike at the boy's presence, but he forces them down. "Oh…Dazai?" He glances over at his brunette, taking a moment to decide whether to answer truthfully, or keep his husband's grieving a secret. The armed Detective Agency should know as much as he's not in a normal state of being, it was obviously written over his features (to Chuuya. Only Chuuya. He wore his poker face so well that the only thing was off was that he wasn't talking to anyone). And he couldn't gauge why nobody went up to him to offer him condolences. He looked awful. The slight, tense crease of every muscle in his body. How his eyes had a glossy sheen to them. How his breaths were quieter, and slower than average. These people can't be great detectives if they can't pick up that much.

"He's grieving," Chuuya responds, albeit hesitantly, to the other. He was unsure whether to say more than that. "What? He can grieve?" Chuuya shoots Atsushi a dark, warning look. The weretiger casts his gaze downwards. "S-sorry. Sorry." "An old friend," The redhead continues, his wings tucked so tightly to his body to the point they were trying to merge into his back. "It's his birthday today. But he's….not here, to celebrate it."

He hoped Atsushi got the hint; not here as in deceased, but he'll let the weretiger fend the real answer for himself as he went back to his husband's side. The avian couldn't help but notice the portrait of his deceased friend propped up on Dazai's desk, the glass gleaming with a reflection from the light above. "Do you want to visit him?" Chuuya asks deliberately, stacking some papers to sort for later, and to separately hand out to all the other staff once they were finished with the current case hovering over the Agency. Work could wait. Dazai, could not.

The man merely nods, and Chuuya takes his hand, guiding him out of his seat, circling around Dazai's desk chair and guiding him toward the door. He doesn't receive restraint, and not much compliance either, simply a husk wishing to stand in place. Chuuya didn't mind dragging him around. He chuckles internally at the thought of carrying Dazai like a princess, but both don't enjoy the feeling much unless its vice versa, unless in dire situations. It's only amusing because of the height claus, and how the brunette would whine all the time afterward. Reeling in his wings, the avian drags his other half down the stairs, trudging through the bustling, noisy city, full to the sound of cars, people, honks, pets, and various others until they reach the train station. Clambering on once tickets were bought and having done waited for the arrival of said train, bording was successful. They sat in silence in a respective seat, mirroring another seat in front, but since they'd bought a seperate cart on this rather expensive train ride, they had nobody to occupy them.

At last, Chuuya speaks again. "Are you okay?" Dazai fidgets his no. Chuuya takes it as an answer. They wait for fifteen minutes, the train taking a screeching halt once arriving at their destination, a little westward out of town. Chuuya takes Dazai's hands, uncaring for the looks they receive as they walk towards their true last stop. Another five minutes later, they arrive at a graveyard, partially hanging over the cliff.

"Do you need me?" Dazai nods. Together, they triverse through the dense, coarse land, void of souls unless you count the dead six feet under. They find his grave. Both sit down, Dazai almost staggering a little. Both care little for dirtying expensive clothing.

Dazai leans gingerly on Chuuya. Chuuya lets him.

His husband begins to quietly sob. Chuuya looks back at the name, almost reminiscing the time of the four of them in the bar.

Oda Sanosuke.

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I need help finding a fic again that’s all it ever is with me lmao

It’s heaven officials blessing

Basically Xie lian met he xuan before he died and they became friends yada yada Xie lian ends up in the 3 layered coffin and he xuan and hua cheng save him that’s all I remember

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Kitts

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Oh my hands and knees asking for more preggo chuuya

:3

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I like how with the options Joker has over Akechi both depict how even if he tried to forget about Akechi and the time they spent together he's simply unable to. Ren's love for Akechi is simply a part of his character. It's why I love the Shuake dynamic so much.

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a comic i made for the antithesis zine back in 2021

it's a roleswap between akira and akechi that's supposed to take place on 1/9 in the game

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a comic i made for the antithesis zine back in 2021

it's a roleswap between akira and akechi that's supposed to take place on 1/9 in the game

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in terms of a reincarnation au where do most people fall on the They Remember Everything/They Remember Nothing spectrum? do we want the happiest of endings where their past isn’t there to bog down their present? or do we want some catharsis with everyone righting the wrongs of their past (at the cost of having to confront their darkest moments and acknowledge that there is a world so cruel as to force them all to part without being able to openly love and understand one another)?

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twt archive 8/?

alien stage flip flops

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*crawls out of a pit* does anyone have any good shumika fic recommendations

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My will to live…blink gone!

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you mean to tell me round 7 happened HOURS after round 6 yeah no shit till was doomed wtf. no rehearsals no nothing they just swapped his outfit, gave him a fakeass fuck ass guitar and said go perfom - meanwhile pookie luka got to practice king yaoi ivan the third's mannerisms in the break room and pick out specific pictures of till's most hated lover to slap on the big screen oggghhhhhhh

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Guys I want you all to know that Till saw Luka as Ivan, not Mizi. Not once did he hallucinate her during that sequence it was Ivan until the very end until Till saw Mizi in the audience and died in her arms. He cares for both of them guys. BOTH OF THEM. What if I krilled myshelf