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Siblings

“There’s no platonic explanation for tha-“

I say this with my whole chest, write that daydream. Write the fic you think no one will care about. Publish the story you wrote at 2am because you had a middle of the night spark of inspiration.

No matter how insignificant or niche or obscure you think your words may be, write and post it anyways if you’re proud of it. You can’t know how people will react to it until you do so and you may just be surprised at the response you receive…

Crosseyes headcanons (with special guests)

Nikaido

- Is declared an honorary Crosseye as the ex-boss’s partner and for being nice to Natsuki, Risu, Dokuga, Tetsujo, and Kaiman

- “Train us Nikaido-senpai!” Natsuki decides that the gang should learn some fighting skills form Nikaido b/c Nikaido is very very good at fighting.

- There is an unspoken understanding that in the Crosseye hierarchy that Nikaido ranks higher than Dokuga and Tetsujo. Not only did she beat them in a fight they also work at her restaurant.

- Nikaido is a-ok with taking drug money as payment and gifts

- Sometimes the Crosseyes rotate young adults by the Hungry Bug like, “X needs a job, they work cheap and they won’t rob you.”

- Nikaido disagrees with the Crosseyes on economics. She’s a capitalist and they’re out and out communists.

you know theres something about being a kid and not having many friends and constantly feeling stuck. like you know you’re meant for so much more but you just can’t reach it. you don’t want to die but theres nothing to live for and your life doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things and you just want something to change. 

and theres something about having a face and a name that belongs to you but isn’t yours. and you dont feel real most days even though you’re living the life you wanted. there’s violence in your veins that scares you and a hunger for something that you can taste but never quite see. and every day you’re drowning, drowning and praying for someone to throw you a rope you’re not even sure you’d take.

And then all of a sudden you’re surrounded by people who love you and know you and you can finally breathe. and on the bad days they bring you food and sing silly songs and remind you that you’re real and you matter. you get obsessed over stupid shit and you live day by day because you can’t survive any other way, but your friends listen to you ramble and support you. you’re everything you thought you could be and nothing like you imagined and you’re sense of self is still so fragile but thats okay. you have good food and good friends and  that’s enough to live for.

anyway, Dorohedoro is my favorite manga, can you tell?

anybody else in the club feeling this one

it’s fun being a fic writer in a small fandom bc every time I get kudos and comments it’s like “Oh I know you! Hello again, thanks for coming back! :D”

!!!!!!!!!! I love dai dark and Damemaru specifically i am so excited to see where this goes

damemaru = chidaruma post doroheodoro truthers we're fucking winning!!!!!

THEM!!!

:D working on another mini amv about Ai and kasukabe

figured I might as well post it since I have no idea if I’ll actually finish this real sketchy comic

a possible way Kaiman might get his face back

aka an alternative to my fic Face the World

(yes there’s a reason Haru calls him Ai, I have t h e o r i e s)