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You ever stand there and watch everything fall apart and just think “ah yes, time to return to my roots” and restart an obsession from 10 years ago or are you normal
True on all accounts, except that I personally think it’s Worse Brie lol
Ok, survey time: who here has actually seen/tasted Camembert cheese in real life.
I love how in just about any Ace and Sabo reunion fic/fanart/fancomic that I've seen of those two reuniting that Ace will 100% punch Sabo no hesitation. It's pretty much Canon at this point. Like- all of Ace's suppressed childhood gremlin anger WILL be unleashed the moment he lays eyes on the blonde bastard who showed him how to love and care and be loved and cared for.
POSTING FROM THE PLANE HEHEHEHE
How I think the different races of middle earth deal with mental health:
Tw: mental health, brief mention of suicide, brief mention of alcohol misuse
Please don’t read this if it will negatively effect you in any way.
It’s not that important, nothing i post is ever as important as ur mental health, I’ll see you in the next post :)
Hobbits:
Wouldn’t dare to talk about it for fear of scandal, when someone yeets themselves from the mortal coil everyone else says they drowned fishing or ate a bad mushroom. Really really bad vibes.
Humans and numenoreans:
Trying trying okay? ‘Talk to a friend or family member’, ‘have you tried going for a walk’ ‘make sure you eat lots of healthy colorful vegetables to keep the good humors up’
They don’t know what they’re doing but they definitely know that drinking about it is an answer, perhaps not the correct one, but definitely one of the answers of all time.
Elves:
They love being depressed. Everything is so god damn depressing about elves and they love it.
Seriously, if they could by melancholy flavored ice cream they would *
Dwarves:
(Note: please exclude a Mister Thorin Oakenshield from this description)
Actually generally pretty good about it, they live in the dark a lot of the time and as such don’t get enough sun and know that that is a very real cause of a bad head space, they have a lot of access to minerals and cold weather plants that work well to treat depression and a large enough work force that if you need a few days off to right yourself no one bats an eye.
Ents:
So bad at communicating that they scared the hoes.*
Goblins:
Couldn’t articulate their emotions if they were offered a gold coin the size of a shire door. *
Orcs/Orks:
Will complain to each other openly but lack any empathy to retain what others say to them so it’s just a sea of whinging and whining.
**I will also put a red asterisk next to everything that applies to Thorin because it’s funny and I’m mean **
God dammit, It's 1 AM I need to wake up at 6 AM. And. Here. I. AM. Bawling my eyes out like a BABY and going to ao3 to look for similar fics to cry more, because this is a wonderful prompt and I want more of Severus and Minerva being besties.
Severus and Minerva being friends is honestly a top tier headcanon. By now I just consider it canon.
At first it started off with Minerva reluctantly helping Severus when he's a new teacher/head of house. But what starts off with advice over tea and chess becomes a weekly alloted time for Severus, they talk and gossip.
Minerva is the one who helped Severus get it together after Lily died, she was there to hug Severus after his trial in which Dumbledore spoke in his favour.
What started off reluctantly became a very close friendship. They were like two peas in a pod. They'd sit together during staff meetings and meals in the Great Hall. Minerva could be found fighting laughter at something Severus whispered in her ear (especially when Lockhart was teaching)
Severus would complain and gripe to her about Potter and how he was a rule breaker and he'd break his neck one day if Severus wasn't there to watch over him.
When Severus was told by Dumbledore that he had to kill him all he could think about was what would happen to his friendship with Minerva.
That last year of his life was the hardest ever. He was alone. Severus had always known he'd be alone eventually but it hurt more then he'd thought it would.
When Severus was dying all he could imagine was that he was dying alone and no one would care about him once he passed. He thought about Minerva.
After Voldemort was killed Minerva went to Harry demanding/asking to be told the truth and was Severus really still on their side. Harry noticed the normally stern teacher was on the verge of tears. Harry nods and tells her about the memories (mentioning that she was in a few of them cuz honestly they're besties Minerva had to have appeared at least once). Harry then brings Minerva to where Severus's body remains.
Harry watched as Minerva broke down upon seeing the man's body and went over to him and cleaned his wound, she spoke softly to him apologizing for everything that he was forced to do. It's heartbreaking to watch, Harry looks away when Minerva hugs the man's body (grief makes people do that, I've seen it first hand) and kisses his forehead.
Minerva speaks at Severus's funeral, she's the one who gives the eulogy. She speaks of a man that not many got to see and how she was privileged to be able to see the real Severus. She spoke about how her life won't be the same without him in it, and how he was a hero and like Harry Potter says, the bravest man she's ever known.
Will be doing Inktober
Will not be doing all the prompts.
They won't be as complex as last year's but ill try to make them as good as I can.
I'll try go fill in the missing days but no current promises 👍👍👍
Together Forever
Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs
Ship: Chuuya x Dazai (Soukoku)
TW: Major Character Death, Angst, Major Angst, No happy ending, I love making characters go through hell, except Chuuya, which is why this isn’t in his pov, I felt evil today
Since the first time Dazai had witnessed the storm that was Arahabaki, Chuuya, he was enthralled.
Chuuya was human. So painfully human. So beautifully human.
After all, there was nothing more human than chaos and discord. The human need to find the most perfect, the most orderly form of chaos.
Chuuya was chaotic and he was perfect. The perfect form of chaos.
Human.
Chuuya was human.
Human.
_______
For the first time since Dazai witnessed the storm that was Arahabaki, Chuuya, he wasn’t enthralled.
Chuuya was human. So painfully human. So horrendously human.
After all, there was nothing more human than life and death. The conclusion to a human life, the inevitable cessation.
Chuuya was deadly and he was corrupt.
Human.
Chuuya was human.
Blood.
So much blood.
There was a burning in his chest from having run here.
He fell to his knees with no regard for the rubble beneath him. He pulled Chuuya into his arms.
Red. So much red.
Yet the body he was clinging to like a child to a stuffed animal was cold.
He could feel the lingering warmth leaving the body and seeping into his own in a cruel twist of fate.
He could feel as the warmth entered his own freezing body.
There was an annoying chattering sound somewhere in the rubble.
It was cold. It was cold and the body in his arms was becoming freezing to the touch but he couldn’t let go even as he shivered.
Chuuya was covered in red, further staining his abdomen in sticky red.
Cold.
It was so cold.
He curled himself over Chuuya as if to shield him from the cold, cruel world.
He was tired and cold.
He shivered, closing his eyes, pretending Chuuya wasn’t so freezing in his arms.
…
So cold…
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It had been raining nearly all day. He couldn’t help but think it was painfully fitting.
The gravestone was large and elegant. It was surrounded by droves of people clad in black. Only those closest were allowed to be up near the grave.
When he finally made it up to the grave with the others, his melancholy grew.
In the middle of the gravestone, in large, fancy font was the word Soukoku. Below that on the left was Chuuya Nakahara and on the right was Osamu Dazai.
Apparently, when they were found together, it first looked as if only Dazai was clinging to Chuuya, but Chuuya had his hand clenched around Dazai’s coat as well. Out of respect, they weren’t separated.
He was startled out of his thoughts when he felt someone grab his arm. He looked up only to realize most people had left after the rain had gotten worse. He looked to his side before relaxing at the sight of Kyouka.
“Thank you.”
A/N: Requests are OPEN, read the rules, please
Ramble
Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs
I've created another bsd au from my problem of procrastinating school work
Doesn't help that I have a substitute right now
It's fine, I'll do it as homework
Anyways, the Au came into my head from someone's fanart of Dazai with apples and then my brain spiraled
This was the fanart piece
It's literally so pretty
Respectfully, I want to eat the art
Why are you awake?
Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs
Ship: Soukoku - Dazai x Chuuya
Prompt:“Why are you awake?” “I could ask you the same thing.”
TW: mentions of self-harm, suicidal thoughts/idealization, vague mentions of an eating disorder but not specified, self-deprecating thoughts
A/N: Also posted on my ao3, you can find the link on my master list
After being together for a few months and going on cheesy expensive dates, at the expense of Chuuya’s wallet, Dazai moved in with Chuuya. And slowly, with Chuuya’s help, Dazai was getting better. He still slacked off at the office, primarily just to annoy Kunikida, but he was getting more sleep and Chuuya did his best to get Dazai to eat at least three times a day even if it was small; something was better than nothing, as Chuuya had put it.
That doesn’t mean it always worked out, of course. There were still days when Dazai struggled to eat anything at all. And there were nights like tonight where, even within the comforting warmth of Chuuya’s arms, Dazai couldn’t seem to fall asleep.
His thoughts were a little too loud tonight, it seemed. Normally, there would have been signs the previous days; signs of Dazai slipping back towards the darkness. However, this time, it seemed to come onto him suddenly, and worst of all, after Chuuya had already slipped into unconsciousness. And though Chuuya hadn’t said anything of work being tiring, Dazai could tell it had been tough. Nothing Chuuya couldn’t handle... but it certainly left him more exhausted than usual.
Dazai would… feel bad, if he woke him up now. Chuuya did so much for him. He cooked for him, he made sure Dazai was showering, and even if Dazai couldn’t get himself to shower, Chuuya would take a bath with him to compromise. When Dazai felt disgusted by his own body, Chuuya was there to kiss every single inch of his body with affirmations pressed into his skin.
And Dazai did what? What did he ever do for Chuuya? Nothing. All he ever did was burden Chuuya with all his emotional crap.
So, no. No, he wasn’t going to wake up Chuuya for something he should be able to handle by himself. He had handled it for the four years he was gone, he could do it again. Although, handle was probably the wrong word. He handled it by ignoring it. He handled it with his… self destructive habits…
He wouldn’t. He couldn’t ruin all of Chuuya’s hard work. Chuuya had kept him from harming himself since they got together almost a year ago now.
Chuuya would surely be mad if he ruined it now.
Dazai slipped himself out of Chuuya’s grasp and out of the covers of their bed. With silent steps, he made his way over to the balcony, swiftly opening the sliding door before closing it behind himself.
He hissed as his bare feet hit the freezing ground of the balcony deck. It was the middle of the night, probably sometime around 2 or 3 in the morning by now, if Dazai had to guess. The autumn air was crisp and beginning to grow colder as the end of the year creeped up on them.
Dazai breathed out softly, watching it fog up in the temperature difference.
He leaned against the railing, watching the city lights of Yokohama at night below him. Every so often, a car would pass below and his eyes would subconsciously follow it into the distance.
This did nothing to stop his racing mind, but made him far colder than he was before. He was tempted to retreat back into the comfort of Chuuya’s arms, but something kept him from doing so.
He looked down.
It was far.
No human could possibly survive a fall that far.
Chuuya could.
Dazai couldn’t.
His fingers twitched where they were on the railing. His hand closed around the railing.
No.
His hand shook, clasped around the freezing metal.
His mind drowned out the sound of the city around him.
His thoughts were screaming in his mind.
It was loud, a cacophony of sounds. Thoughts.
“Why are you awake?”
Dazai’s eyes widen. His hand gripping even tighter around the metal. His body betrayed no other signs of his shock. He didn’t turn around.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“The bed grew cold without a certain clingy mackerel occupying the other side.”
A soft sigh sounded behind him before warm hands found their way around his waist.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“Yeah.”
“If you’re not up to talk right now, that’s fine, but lets go back inside.” Chuuya spoke, his words pressed into Dazai’s back as a kiss accompanied them. “You’re shivering.”
Was he? He hadn’t even noticed.
He unclasped his hand from the freezing metal.
Chuuya let his hands fall to his side and already Dazai missed their warmth.
Dazai silently followed Chuuya inside. He slipped back under the covers, letting Chuuya close the door before joining him.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
Dazai shifted closer to Chuuya, letting his head rest against Chuuya’s chest. He listened to Chuuya’s heartbeat for a moment as Chuuya’s arms wrapped around his waist.
Dazai’s voice was quiet as he spoke into Chuuya’s chest. “Tomorrow?”
He could feel the soft sigh that left Chuuya. “Tomorrow.”
A hand left Dazai’s waist from under the covers to run though his hair. Dazai let out a soft, content, sigh at the fingers in his hair.
“Try and get some sleep for me, ‘kay princess?”
Dazai felt his cheeks heat up at the pet name, burying his face further into Chuuya’s chest in response.
“I love you.”
“Love you too, princess.”
Dazai is a princess who loves to be spoiled rotten and no one can change my mind, and of course, who better than Chuuya to fulfill his need to be taken care of?
I'm going to ignore the fact that me writing Dazai being taken care of is just me coping 🙃
Fanon looks at their hands as he raises a brow.
F.Hawks: It's fine, I'm the one who asked for your hand anyways. Plus, this type of view will make you forget what goes on around the world. Especially the lake. It's very beautiful.
Fanon beings to walk, motioning for Daybreak to follow.
F.Hawks: Come on, I'll show you around the park, nearby there is a nice ice cream stall.
Daybreak: aight I brought smash bros and pokemon cards, and Raphael. Any of you bird brains wanna play?!
Knightwing: Yo
C.Hawks: Hey guys! Great to see you guys have been doing well!
F.Hawks: Smash Bros? Pokémon?! HELL YEAH!
*Fanon flies over to Daybreak and greet her with his signature smile. He sends a few feathers to grab his deck of Pokémon cards and snickers at Daybreak*
F.Hawks: Ready to lose, chickadee? Also how ya doing falc.?
C.Hawks: Annd he still uses the nicknames. Charming isn't he?
No listen there are exactly 4 flavors of dc fan
Fan 1; most canon content consumed in Wayne family adventures, lives in fanon stereotypes and tumblr reblogs, usually only reads fanfiction to get their content fix
Fan 2; has never looked at fanon content in their lives, has somehow managed to literally every comic book you’ve never heard of. Is violently pissed at the fladerization of their fave. (For some reason hates Jason Todd)
Fan 3; likes fanon and canon but they cannot touch. On. The. Plate. Good and separate like me when I have anything with mashed potatoes or sauce. Sure Dick can be a little naive in Fanon but if he needs help working a computer in canon they will riot or if people T h I n k their fanon is canon. (Low key also will ignore fanon they disagree with)
Fan 4; can’t tell the difference and/or substitutes the cooler one. Canon is a subway sandwich and Fanon are the excess toppings. They honest to god would not be able to tell you which idea they got from the comics vs Reddit vs a tumblr shit post. Sometimes fanon bleeds over and someone might read nothing butt nightwing and think it’s good who knows? (High key will ignore the canon they disagree with)
Anyway tag yourself
My love of fandom and its ability to recreate works completely .vs. my absolute hatred for most fandom Nightwing interpretations. FIGHT
albedo the whopperflower
Poorly drawn sketch because this hasn't left my head for three days :P
yeah twink shen yuan this hunky binghe that, in all honesty the image of some scruffy awkwardly tall lanky mid 20's nerd with a half shaven tired face standing next to a seemingly perfect almost androgynous gorgeous beauty of a man is 5x more hilarious, bc imagine witnessing an absolute supermodel influencer (who's known to be a ladykiller) crying and clinging to some guy who looks like he's on the verge of having a midlife crisis at only 24 tiredly patting said supermodel's head and in a deep dead pan voice saying, "no dumpling, you can't murder that girl just because she said my xianxia themed legos were stupid." like you can't tell me that the stark contrast and impact would be nearly the same if it were your typical twink sy and hunk binghe.
someone stole my post but im so chill about it like i totally don't care why would i care they got more attention for it than i did but like that doesn't matter its so fine im so fine with this
You ever look back on the fictional people you had crushes on and realize a pattern? Cause I fell in love with Spencer Reid, Sherlock Holmes, Mazikeen, Loki, and Bucky Barnes. I think there’s a pattern and it’s broody brunettes
RAAHHHH I DREW THE HERBBBBBB
I used markers for the base and then I used colored pencils over them :D
Also this was meant to be a doodle but I got possessed and now I have this
although, let’s be honest, all of us use ao3
What kind of dark sorcery did you do to create these wonderful logan fics? They are a lil toooo... chefs kiss😘🤌 in writing.
I'm so honored you think so. But I suppose it's time to come out and just tell the truth.
I sold my soul. In sixty-six years the devil's coming to collect because I figured hell was worth it as long as I knew how to write fanfiction.
Star Wars: The Bad Batch (7/?)
Star Wars + Text Posts & Headlines
tumblr please this cannot be the default for relationships please. hitting your partner isn't the kind of thing that the victim should be expected to go into 'setting a boundary' against. tumblr please there are some things that should be expected to not need communication for. tumblr pls pls. tumblr can you hear me