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[angelicxdisaster]

thanks @flowerofbuffoonery :,)

this one is so cutey i love it so much :))))

@pixieinanotheruniverse @samutoru @twst-om-lover @sigskk + anyone else who wants to <3

thank you for the tag @demonfaggotfurry !!!! this one was SO adorable to make 😭

picrew link make your own little guy!!!

tagging my besties @faithdeans @deancodedinthewater @trannydean @magdaclaire @realmandolin @queerstudiesnatural @queerplatonicboyfriend anyone else that wants to join!!!! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

[angelicxdisaster]

ugh i love these so much

this one is so cute i love love love <333

anyone can join :P (i dont feel like remembering ppls usernames and typing them out)

Picrew chain thingy

make yourself as this picrew, ‘tis fun

(tag your people)

Tags: @neverending-carnival @nostalgicstudios @bibeantransbean @ethereal-bumble-bee @eponine-thenadier @lemonlord14 @kaleidescopic @kittieshauntedourfantasy

link!!: Picrewの「Ghostlydari's OC maker」でつくったよ！ https://picrew.me/share?cd=QR0BKJIOGQ #Picrew #Ghostlydaris_OC_maker

[angelicxdisaster]

hi there! chronic pain person here. i suffer w back pain all over my back and have since i was a v young girl. for me i say ive gotten used to it and how to live with it but there are bad days where i jsut wanna cry bc it hurts a lot ever tho i’ve gotten used to living w it? some days im in a down mood bc i’m in pain or i have worse days of pain

if you want to write about the pain you should be specific about where it is and really describe it to give a sense of the pain that you want to write about, also depends on the pain. i can give you more info abt chronic back pain if you need :) ill send another anon if you need to

thank you so much for your answer I really appreciate it !! Anything you are willing to share would help so much !

[angelicxdisaster]

i think people should pay me more attention

[angelicxdisaster]

Help Wanted!!!

for my bsd fic, I'm planning on having the OC have some kind of chronic pain/illness, but i want to write it correctly and not disrespect or incorrectly portray how chronic pain affects someone's everyday life. Currently, I'm thinking of having her have Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease (CMT), not sure why, but its the one I've done research about.

But I need help portraying this piece of her character as real and not just another small plot point for her sob story. If anyone who finds this post has or knows someone who has any kind of chronic pain or illness and would like to share or help, I would greatly appreciate it.

Thanks <3

[angelicxdisaster]

easily. i hate him.

hi okay i'm back 3 minutes later

i'm seriously about to punch a man. I will find a way to turn him real and I will punch him in the face.

tbh he deserves it

BUT HOW CAN YOU PUNCH THIS FACE???!??!?

[angelicxdisaster]

what "good posts" do you speak of

i need to stop immediately burying my good original posts beneath dozens of reblogs of other stuff right after i post them

[angelicxdisaster]

thank you bb <3333

i have a habit of making myself look more emo than i actually am lmao

tagssssss

@twst-om-lover @samutoru @trivia-sea @settingssun and anyone else who wants to :))))

Time for a new picrew game

Tagging: @theferricfox @postwarlevi @humanitys-strongest-bamf @the-milk-anon @darlingheichou @spicerackofblorbos @likelilacwine

[angelicxdisaster]

FIRST TWO CHAPTERS OF BSD FIC ARE POSTED PLS GO READ THEM

hopefully i don't forget to update this but it's my coping project right now so I probably wont.

[angelicxdisaster]

convo with @pixieinanotheruniverse

one trip to the mall and I realized I have been completely brainwashed to see little fictional gay men everywhere. I am no longer jade, I am only Bungo Stray Dogs

[angelicxdisaster]

I just went down a rabbit hole on @pixieinanotheruniverse's blog to find a link that I originally found for her two months ago to find the closest cemetery to the real building the ADA is in Yokohama. I'm going insane over this fic; it is draining my mind and soul from all other thoughts and feelings. I am in the depths of a hell I walked into and don't want to walk out of.

[angelicxdisaster]

no im very scary and intimidating

@twst-om-lover @samutoru @leviathann1

Saw a thing, thought I’d do it.

Tags: @strawberryscorp @artqueen02 @hxuse-xf-black @sanctuary-angel @hereforagoodtimenotalongone @fuckthisshittillidie @theonlythingimfuckingisstupid @basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin @peakbat @cassie-fanfics @aceoffangirls

[angelicxdisaster]

thank you so im happy you liked it!!! pls dont cry tho there's so much more to cry over that's worse than this lol

Goodbye Letter

BSD SEASON 2 SPOILERS

this is the first chapter of the bsd fic! the working title is "I can still smell the fire (though I know It's long died out)". Yes, it's a Mitski lyric, I love her. This is Oda's letter to the OC before his fight with Gide.

CW: angst, mentions of death and killing, i don't think there's anything else tho

enjoy!

Kanako, 

If you are reading this, then I am probably dead. Pops and the kids are, too. Mimic got to them, and now they’ve gotten to me, as well. I know where the leader of Mimic is going; I’m going to find him and kill him. In other circumstances, if the mafia wanted him dead, you would get the job, but not even you would stand a chance against him. He and I share the same ability, and I fear he would still defeat you with even one of his senses gone. At first, I didn’t want to be the one who killed him, but I saw those kids die right before my eyes, and I couldn’t go on living without bringing them some sort of justice. 

I’m sorry to leave without telling you. Hopefully, this letter will find you after Gide is dead, so he won’t be after you, either. I must say to you, this is not how I pictured I would die, but at least I’ll go out in a somewhat interesting way. I always wanted to die a boring death, but going out like this doesn’t actually seem so bad; maybe this way will make my memory last longer. 

I have to ask you a few favors, though. I know you are going to read that and scoff at the idea that even in death, I’d be nagging you, but it’s the last time, I promise. Leave it behind. Live an ordinary life. I know it’s not fair of me to ask, but I don’t want to die with one more regret other than not being able to say goodbye to you in person; and dying without knowing you’re living a good life, well, I would consider my life a failure. 

And the other thing: don’t be afraid to use your cane. It doesn’t make you weak; I don’t even know if you can be weak. You and your brother are the strongest people I know, but you get lost in your loneliness while he finds solace in it. I might have been able to reach you, but only you can pull Dazai out before he drowns in his own mind. 

I’m sorry to leave you like this. I hope you can forgive me. But know that even though it may look like I have left easily, this is the fourth time I’ve tried to write this letter. The first time I didn’t even know what to write, and even finishing the fourth one, I still don’t know if I’ve said everything I want to. The other letters were too messy and covered in tears to be legible. This one may still have a few blots on it, but hopefully, you are still able to read it. 

I love you,

Oda

Of course, I forgive you. 

[angelicxdisaster]

Saturdays

to make up for the angst of the letter, here are 13yo prince!Sirius and Remus being dorks and amazing. but be wary, she's not angsty, yet, but she will be.

Saturdays were Sirius’s favorite day. Because Saturdays were the days he could see his best friend.

Every Saturday morning, he’d jump out of bed and run down the hall long before his governess came to wake him and his sister up—unlike every other morning when both of them had to drag him out of bed while coercing him with sweets. He’d shovel down his breakfast, ignoring his mother’s scolding about manners, and run through the backdoor in the kitchen. He’d say “good morning” to all of the cooks and help before swiping a few snacks and barreling out the door. He’d race through the expanse of the garden, careful not to step on the various plants and vegetables, but always make sure to scare all of the chickens and ducks to make them go flying all around him.

After he made it past the walls of the castle, he began his trek through the woods to their secret spot by the river. It wasn’t that long of a walk, but the trees and foliage made it easy to get lost. He had gotten lost once, and ended up sitting on a rock for an hour, crying, until his friend came to find him and jokingly scolded him for being such a baby. Now, he knows these woods like the back of his hand, never stopping his run until he saw the small clearing near the water.

As he got closer, the faint view of someone sitting on a log with a book in hand came into view. Sirius smiled to himself, knowing it was his best friend waiting for him, and ran slightly faster to reach him. He came to a stop a few feet behind where his friend sat to catch his breath, then threw his sack of snacks on the ground and plopped next to him. The boy jumped slightly at his entrance and clutched his book to his chest.

“Good morning, Remus!” Sirius cheered, drawing out “morning” and lowering his voice comically deep.

“Merlin, Sirius! Must you always startle me like that?” Remus chided, setting his book down in the grass.

“Must you always be so startled? It’s too fun to stop if you’re always going to squeal like a little girl every time. Now are you going to keep moping or can I bring out today’s feast?”

“I don’t squeal like a little girl,” Remus mumbled. “And I’m not moping! But, yes reveal the feast.”

Sirius pulled various cakes, rolls, sweets, and berries out of his large sack and handed them to Remus, who meticulously arranged them under his blanket he had brought. Once he was satisfied with their spread, he sat his own basket on his lap and unwrapped various plates and glasses, followed by two glass jugs of pomegranate and cranberry juice. He poured a glass of pomegranate for himself and a glass of cranberry for Sirius.

“Is it to your liking, Your Mopiness?” Sirius lowered his voice like before and bowed his head at his friend.

“Not quite,” Remus stood with an empty cup in his hand, and ran first to the river and dipped the glass in it to fill it with water. Sirius’s eyes followed him with confusion as he then ran to the tree line, then back to their blanket. He returned with a fistful of dandelions he ripped from the earth in the cup, dirt already clouding the water and sat it in the middle of their meal.

“Now, Sir Twat, our feast is complete.”

“A marvelous addition! And now, My Liege,” Sirius smiled at him and lifted his plate, “we dig in!”

The young princes filled their small dessert plates with treats and ate until their stomachs hurt. When he was finished, Remus laid down on the grass and stared up at the clouds. Sirius soon joined him and moved closer so they were touching shoulders and staring at the morning sunrise together.

“That one looks like a dragon!” Sirius exclaimed, pointing to a vague blob in the sky.

“You moron,” Remus chuckled. “That cloud looks like nothing.”

“Oh, come off it, Remus. Have some imagination. Everything looks like nothing if you don’t pay attention.”

“Ok, ok, fine. Uhm, this one,” the boy pointed somewhere else above them. He paused for a moment, thinking, then broke out in hideous laughter. “This one looks like you!”

“Why I’ve never heard you speak such vile things! Absolutely how dare you, Your Highness!” Sirius clutched his chest in fake agony and rolled on top of Remus. “I’m so incredibly hurt by your accusations, I think I’ll just die!” He squirmed on on top of the prince and tickled his sides until he was red in the face.

“Sirius!” Remus finally managed to speak through his pained laughs. “Sirius, stop! I can’t- I can’t breathe! Ok! Ok! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Get off of me!”

“No, I’m afraid it’s too late, my lord. I am on the brink of death! You have cut me right to my core, and now I must die!”

Their laughter and squeals increased and flowed like soft mist over the morning. After a time, they stopped and caught their breath, until Sirius jumped up again and demanding they play Knights. He tossed Remus a large stick he found and took his best “knight stance.” Remus groaned, but joined him nonetheless.

They jumped over rocks, logs, and around trees and eventually stumbled back near the riverbed. Sirius, too caught up in their own fantasy world, accidentally knocked Remus flat on his back, causing a large splash in the calm waters.

They both froze for a moment. Sirius began to fear that Remus would stand up and start shouting at him. It had happened before over smaller things, like spilling cranberry juice all over the blanket or putting grass in his hair. He was never serious, and he found it quite funny to see his usually stoic friend get so red in the face. But he didn’t shout. Instead, he started laughing. Without looking at him, Sirius thought he had begun to cry with the way his shoulders heaved and the way his breath came out choppy. But soon, Remus tilted his head back at bellowed out the loudest, most un-princely cackle he’d ever heard. Seeing Remus smile had always made him smile, but this was something he’d never seen before, so he, too, let out a howl of laughter and fell to his knees in joy.

In the midst of their fun, Remus heard the 11 am bell ring and jumped to his feet.

“You have to get going! Your mother is going to have a fit if you’re not back by noon!” Remus shouted and stumbled out of the stream, hurrying to put all of the dishes and plates away.

Sirius slowly followed him back to their blanket, wrapping up all of the food and folding Remus’s blanket for him.

“She has a fit no matter what I do. She’s a crazy lady,” Sirius shrugged his shoulders.

“Still, I’d rather her not fuss at you when we can avoid it.”

“What do you mean, ‘we’? She’s not your mother, is she?”

Remus scoffed at that.

“No, but she doesn’t have to be. Your problems are my problems. If it’s your fault, it’s my fault, too,” Remus said all of this without looking up, so nonchalantly, like it was obvious. Like of course he would feel that way.

Sirius stared at him while Remus kept himself busy with the dishes. Remus looked up and handed Sirius his sack.

“You better get going. No matter how fast you run, it’s still a long way back,” Remus began to walk in the opposite direction, hopping over various stones in the stream and disappeared into the woods.

Sirius stood still for a few moments after he had left. The end of the hour bell signaled him back into reality, and he started his run back towards the castle.

[angelicxdisaster]

also i realized right after posting this that @twst-om-lover reblogged the other post 47 TIMES. If I was less desperate for attention then I would say no only if more ppl want it but the dedication that took boosted my ego

Goodbye Letter

BSD SEASON 2 SPOILERS

this is the first chapter of the bsd fic! the working title is "I can still smell the fire (though I know It's long died out)". Yes, it's a Mitski lyric, I love her. This is Oda's letter to the OC before his fight with Gide.

CW: angst, mentions of death and killing, i don't think there's anything else tho

enjoy!

Kanako, 

If you are reading this, then I am probably dead. Pops and the kids are, too. Mimic got to them, and now they’ve gotten to me, as well. I know where the leader of Mimic is going; I’m going to find him and kill him. In other circumstances, if the mafia wanted him dead, you would get the job, but not even you would stand a chance against him. He and I share the same ability, and I fear he would still defeat you with even one of his senses gone. At first, I didn’t want to be the one who killed him, but I saw those kids die right before my eyes, and I couldn’t go on living without bringing them some sort of justice. 

I’m sorry to leave without telling you. Hopefully, this letter will find you after Gide is dead, so he won’t be after you, either. I must say to you, this is not how I pictured I would die, but at least I’ll go out in a somewhat interesting way. I always wanted to die a boring death, but going out like this doesn’t actually seem so bad; maybe this way will make my memory last longer. 

I have to ask you a few favors, though. I know you are going to read that and scoff at the idea that even in death, I’d be nagging you, but it’s the last time, I promise. Leave it behind. Live an ordinary life. I know it’s not fair of me to ask, but I don’t want to die with one more regret other than not being able to say goodbye to you in person; and dying without knowing you’re living a good life, well, I would consider my life a failure. 

And the other thing: don’t be afraid to use your cane. It doesn’t make you weak; I don’t even know if you can be weak. You and your brother are the strongest people I know, but you get lost in your loneliness while he finds solace in it. I might have been able to reach you, but only you can pull Dazai out before he drowns in his own mind. 

I’m sorry to leave you like this. I hope you can forgive me. But know that even though it may look like I have left easily, this is the fourth time I’ve tried to write this letter. The first time I didn’t even know what to write, and even finishing the fourth one, I still don’t know if I’ve said everything I want to. The other letters were too messy and covered in tears to be legible. This one may still have a few blots on it, but hopefully, you are still able to read it. 

I love you,

Oda

Of course, I forgive you. 

[angelicxdisaster]

Goodbye Letter

BSD SEASON 2 SPOILERS

this is the first chapter of the bsd fic! the working title is "I can still smell the fire (though I know It's long died out)". Yes, it's a Mitski lyric, I love her. This is Oda's letter to the OC before his fight with Gide.

CW: angst, mentions of death and killing, i don't think there's anything else tho

enjoy!

Kanako, 

If you are reading this, then I am probably dead. Pops and the kids are, too. Mimic got to them, and now they’ve gotten to me, as well. I know where the leader of Mimic is going; I’m going to find him and kill him. In other circumstances, if the mafia wanted him dead, you would get the job, but not even you would stand a chance against him. He and I share the same ability, and I fear he would still defeat you with even one of his senses gone. At first, I didn’t want to be the one who killed him, but I saw those kids die right before my eyes, and I couldn’t go on living without bringing them some sort of justice. 

I’m sorry to leave without telling you. Hopefully, this letter will find you after Gide is dead, so he won’t be after you, either. I must say to you, this is not how I pictured I would die, but at least I’ll go out in a somewhat interesting way. I always wanted to die a boring death, but going out like this doesn’t actually seem so bad; maybe this way will make my memory last longer. 

I have to ask you a few favors, though. I know you are going to read that and scoff at the idea that even in death, I’d be nagging you, but it’s the last time, I promise. Leave it behind. Live an ordinary life. I know it’s not fair of me to ask, but I don’t want to die with one more regret other than not being able to say goodbye to you in person; and dying without knowing you’re living a good life, well, I would consider my life a failure. 

And the other thing: don’t be afraid to use your cane. It doesn’t make you weak; I don’t even know if you can be weak. You and your brother are the strongest people I know, but you get lost in your loneliness while he finds solace in it. I might have been able to reach you, but only you can pull Dazai out before he drowns in his own mind. 

I’m sorry to leave you like this. I hope you can forgive me. But know that even though it may look like I have left easily, this is the fourth time I’ve tried to write this letter. The first time I didn’t even know what to write, and even finishing the fourth one, I still don’t know if I’ve said everything I want to. The other letters were too messy and covered in tears to be legible. This one may still have a few blots on it, but hopefully, you are still able to read it. 

I love you,

Oda

Of course, I forgive you.