Then:
15!Chuuya: I am totally not Arahabaki.
15!Dazai: I bet I can figure out who Arahabaki is before you!
15!Chuuya: ... (Press X to Doubt)
Now:
Chuuya: I totally am a vampire. *ScReEcH*
Fyodor: Kill him, gravity manipulator!
Dazai: OMG, Chuuya, snap out of it!
Chuuya: ... (silent internal judgement)
based off of the miya twins playlist cover (i forgot what theyâre called lol) but itâs this ⤾ď¸
just checked the connor stoll/mitchell tag on ao3 and theres NEW WORKS!!!! literally tearing up rn
If you wanna protect AO3 or character ai. Or Wattpad. Or Tumblr. Or discord. Or even the right for undocumented people and minors to use the fucking Internet reblog this I swear to God. Reblog this and reblog as many KOSA posts as you can go on their website and contact your Representatives. Do it. Do it. Do it.
wishing we had gotten more episodes w audra bcuz do yâall have any idea how funny it wouldâve been to see her meet cooper. like it would literally be this.
I feel like literally the entire emperors covens gotta be mentally unwell
everybodyâs always on writing prompts like âwhat if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death⌠but you met someone whose timer said infinity!â or âwhat if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead⌠but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!â Enough -
enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newbornâs timer reads nineteen years.
and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. Iâm interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends
Yesss and i can never find the fic again đđ
has anyone else ever had a fanfic that just... haunts them? like it's been months and maybe even years since you read it, but it just lingers with you and you can never truly leave behind the imprint it made on you? and maybe it's just a single line, one sentence that you can't shake off, that takes up residence in your mind and stays there, feeding into your psyche and subtly influencing your brainspace and maybe even your writing or other works?