Genya Shinazugawa

saiino prom date or smthing~~~

Im sorry but the fucking brainrot of chuuya nakahara will not stop so I need to share my fucking vision.

Chuuya Nakahara, who's joints lock up and who has severe chronic pain, who wears gold rimmed reading glasses with little gold chains to help hold them when he's outside the mafia (and thus not wearing contacts to hide his blue-brown eyes), Chuuya who has summer freckles that come out from the sun, who has a wheelchair, cane and service dog respectively just in case that he can never use while on duty, who has heart problems thanks to stress and a god in his body, who has a small clinic outside of Yokohama that knows him by name.

Chuuya Nakahara who, when he figured out that this was happening to him, had a full mental breakdown over being unable to fight properly, and thus not being useful, who then pulled away from Dazai, who never managed to push the right buttons to get him to spill what was happening, leading Dazai to leave the Mafia thinking Chuuya hated him.

Chuuya who then, thanks to this "confirmation" that he wasn't usefull anymore, even if Dazai didn't know, leading him to not open up about this to any other mafia member, with only Mori knowing, and keeping the details even from him.

Dazai who, when in the middle of a case for the ADA, suddenly sees Chuuya rolling down the sidewalk with his wheelchair, freckles and mismatched eyes on full display with his service dog beside him, having his world completely turned on its heal as he falls in love with the same man a second time while simultaneously putting down the pieces that led to his complete misunderstanding of what'd happened between the two years before.

Please tell me there are others who see my vision because this shit is fucking haunting me rn.

If one more person irl asks me about my PLANS FOR THE FUTURE I'll start sobbing

I need a new tattoo, an orgasm, and a good nights sleep.

So. It’s been an year and a half since I last posted something set in @elsewhereuniversity , but never say die!! We’ve seen how Feathers and the Crow Prince each came to elsewhere, and now whe have Not-Jenna’s story.

Summary -

Not-Jenna wasn’t always called Not-Jenna, or even Jenna. She wasn’t even always a changeling.

The fae who Feathers calls Not-Jenna used to be- well, what she used to be doesn’t matter anymore. This particular tale starts when she was small, and weak, and alone, because it was much, much better than the alternative.

And then she fell in love.

She fell in love, and made a deal. And despite what Jenna will tell you, it was not a particularly good deal.

characters have to be a little bit awful in ways that you cant defend. its good for the ecosystem. your honor he did do that. He did in fact do that

“I hope no great sorrow ever will come to you, Anne,” said Gilbert, who could not connect the idea of sorrow with the vivid, joyous creature beside him, unwitting that those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths, and that the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply.

and

“She will love deeply—she will suffer terribly—she will have glorious moments to compensate.” (Emily of New Moon)

"undoing this character's death would take away his sacrifice and character arc" girl I don't give a shit. I'm bringing him back through the power of ao3 fix-it fics and there's nothing you can do to stop me x