thats so fucking adorable ๐ญ๐ญ
Before i decided on the triples i toyed with the idea of skk have one daughter. This are old-ish doodles of it
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these are my mutuals. they know who they are
js so u know if I like you vent post it's be giving u a hug ๐ซ โค๏ธ
I almost forgot abt it but yeah ๐งก๐งก๐งก Reminder to do after care after harming yourself and drink water :p
* gets into a very bad depressive episode *
me: yk what. I FEEL LIKE IT'S TIME TO GO BACK TO TUMBLR
Chuuya doesn't ask about Dazai's scars. Any of them. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have questions. He wants answers. He wants names.
But he doesn't ask.
He doesn't ask about the sliced skin along his wrists, a long his thighs, his stomach. He doesn't ask about the old ones. He doesn't ask about the newer ones either.
Even if he knows about how those were made.
But there are some he has no idea about. But they still fill him with a sick feeling of dread and anger.
But still, he knows Dazai won't talk about them. At least not sober or in the right mind
He doesn't ask about the large canine teeth marks on his partners legs. He doesn't ask about the small circular scars on his thighs and neck.
He doesn't ask about the small incisions inside his thighs. He doesn't ask about the light scar going around his neck. It looks faded and old but it still worries him.
He doesn't ask about the rough skin on his palms, indicating some kind of burn.
He doesn't ask about the countless bullet hole scars, so many he's not sure how Dazai's still alive.
Maybe one day he'll find out where all these scars are from. But for now, he's content to deal with the aftermath of them, specifically the very annoying mackerel these marks make up.
I hope someone relates ๐
Sea Au sigzai๐๐ป๐๐ป