I Need To Squeeze This Creature Like A Lemon I Need To GRRRRRRR

ao3 is such a surreal experience

just read the tags of a fic and scrolled past it like it didn't give me 30 psychic damage and made me lose my faith in humanity

a typo

kunikidazai + “this crossword has a typo”

For Kunikida, that was a simple, calm and unusual night. One in which he hoped to finish the crossword that was taking him around a week to complete due to schedule issues before going to sleep. In fact, he was already in bed, pajamas on and half-tucked already beside Dazai.

It wouldn’t be just a simple, calm and unusual night the next time he looked back at it, though. But he didn’t know that yet.

“Hm.” He suddenly said, frowning not due to having started to struggle but because of something else entirely. “This crossword has a typo.” Was his offhand comment, as Kunikida moved on to correct it as best as he could with the pen in his hand.

“Hm.” Was all he got from Dazai for the time being, in a way softer tone than when he had muttered the same sound.

The fact it had taken a while for his partner to offer any kind of feedback wasn’t lost on him, but he also didn’t think too much into it: it was getting a bit late, Dazai was doing his own thing too… Not to mention how being in a relationship with him still made one an expert in deciphering what he may be thinking even when paying close attention.

Besides, given the fact that such a moment would kickstart a future surprise (a very good one, by that matter), Kunikida not seeing it coming was a good thing.

(also on ao3.)

before i officially finish this account, i need something to kick off the writer's block. i'll open up requests after this!

genuinely had to take one of those anti throw up pills after this 💔💔💔 mental illness

everything about shin soukoku makes me sick

atsushi seeing akutagawa in a position so deeply relatable to him and seeing that glimmer of humanity behind the exterior of a fighter and actively sacrificing himself for that small hope. he who constantly believes in akutagawa's humanity despite the world that burns around them, he who gives him the chance while taking away his own-

atsushi seeing dazai through akutagawa's lens for the first time and the knowledge that akutagawa does not merely choose to be like this but that it's the only option ever left for it is so ... (sounds of crying)

their similar situations giving them an understanding such as that, in typical circumstances, only they could have for themselves, by witnessing akutagawa's past for himself

how does it feel to know someone like you do yourself? how does it feel to watch that suffering, understand it, see through it and yet still have hope for more? what kind of faith does it take to not only see that hope but throw yourself in the jaws of death for it?

nothing about them is casual and i love it but they have ripped my heart from its chest and im gonna cry need them to be alright and happy and together in a better timeline where everything is alright so bad im crying

what if we were brothers in arms in the war torn landscape of europa and i held your bleeding wound as the blood stained the endless, blinding white tundra, your bated breath asking me to bury you back home and our last memory together was looking up to the swirling rings of color on jupiter. what then.

Baldur's Gate fanartists will draw Astarion like a renaissance painting and Wyll like the cover of an adventure novel and Gale like a Leyendecker drawing and Karlach like the cover of a trashy romance novel (where she is the beefy hunk and her love interest is the swooning maiden) and Lae'zel like a knight in a manuscript and Shadowheart and Minthara like the cover of a lesbian pulp novel and Halsin coming out of a lake like the bear equivalent of the Birth of Venus and they're all so right

Reblog to make it die faster

I don't think so, sweetie!

Dazai’s gonna chase you… dressed as a bush!?