redraw of my old fem soukoku art
Number one mistake not to make in the BSD fandom: DO NOT BELIEVE THE FANDOM!
Seriously, on a daily basis I come across some bullshit that soneone genuinely decided is canon and post or comment about and so many people end up falling for it. While in reality they are just delusional and can't make the difference between canon and HEADcanon and are spreading misinformation. I just think it's sad, especially because newer fans (but not only) are more prone to believeing them, and it just ends up tilting their vision about a certain character, event or relationship. Not to mention them contributing to spread that misinformation further. I've also not come across that volume of delusion in any other fandom before. So in conclusion my question is, WHY???
Since everyone liked my fem atsushi design 🫶🏼
I reject long hair+big boob dazai, that’s NOT my dazai.
Real footage from Dead Apple behind the scenes
WAKE UP GUYS STORMBRINGER MANGA BY HOSHIKAWA IS COMING!!! Are we all ready to cry rivers all over again?
đź’¬ Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️
Magical Girls: Decay of Angels!
Have some intro cards while I make a proper illustration, the full gist of the au will be there but please do ask as many questions as you'd like!
nikolai alt ^_^
So do you guys happen to know a good Buddy Daddies but make it Soukoku fic? Or like any fic where Dazai and Chuuya just end up with a child in the most random way possible and now have to take care of it for an indefinite amout of time? If you do then pleeaaaseee just spare me the name. Thank you in advance! 🙏 And who knows, maybe I can make a post with my fave parentSKK fics one of these days so it would be ✨️equivalent exchange ✨️.
One of my favorite things about soukoku is that seperatedly, they could be that vicious and manipulative detective and that cold blooded, fear inducing mafia executive. They can totally act calm and composed when they want to. But put them in the same vicinity and they become the dumbest most unhinged, insufferable five year olds.
Me: Yea I like this ship but they're totally unique and I don't have a type.
Also my fave ships:
I worship all forms of art, racoons and that one gravity fucker, ginger shorty.
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