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The idea of love, genuine love, was a terrifying notion to Osamu Dazai. Sure, he was a flirt at times but the idea of genuinely falling for someone was something else entirely. So, when he found himself falling for you, a large part of him wanted to run or push you away. Osamu was too weak for you to do that though. The idea of being the cause of any of your distress was awful. And doing it on purpose? Forget it. Even if he did think it would be for your own good. 

Of course, there were still times where he’d try convincing you that you shouldn’t be with him. You were too good for him. This was the crux of most of the arguments you two had. Osamu was selfish enough to let you win and keep you with him though. He’d deal with the guilt of it later if it came to it. You were a vulnerability that he never expected to have. He knew that something in him would irrevocably shatter if you died. 

Which is why when he kisses you, he kisses you like it’s the last time he will. It always lingers like he’s trying to memorize you. Of course, there are times he does quick kisses but it’s not what he’d prefer. He loved you and that was terrifying. His only lifeline after Oda and even if he knows that you can take care of yourself, it seems so fragile. 

As much as he talks about dying or committing a double suicide with you, he’d never go through with it if it meant hurting you. His life might not mean much to him, but your life is everything to him. It’s not an exaggeration or cheesy for him when he says that you’re the light of his life. His kisses were almost a silent goodbye, just in case. He loved you and it was both the best and worst thing that ever happened to him.

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Knitting! Nope gotta untangle string first

Crochet! After I untangle some string

Weaving - untangle lots of string

Cross stitch - hold up, string is tangled and I am full of rage

Sewing: string tangled into tiny knots of hatred

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Blanket/ playmat #2 is underway, this time with a lightly padded texture! Video is 2 minutes of me stuffing the latest complete row (quiet, birdsong), then 2 minutes of awkward weaving because my phone is in the way of the very long unwieldy shuttles (loud, loom noises). Each pocket is completely sealed between the two layers of fabric as they are woven, no seams, no way to open it again except for scissors.

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Smol

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A wild Heket joins your party!🍄🍁

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felt nostalgic for my ADA!skk AUs, here they are struggling on a case, wish them luck o7

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T4T skk!!

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I swear Atsushi is surely living in Wattpad girlie's dreams 'cause wdym bro has a emogoth demon mafia vampire darknight soldier boyfriend?

Damn that weretiger so lucky 😔

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It’s becoming annoyingly common for you to trip over Rashōmon. You’re pretty sure that either Ryunosuke isn’t aware he’s doing it or that he’s just deflecting blame out of embarrassment because he scolds you for being clumsy when it happens. Rashōmon keeps ending up wrapped around your ankle and not letting go. This wouldn’t be that much of an issue if it let you move freely. Except it didn’t. Rashōmon wouldn’t let you move more than five feet away from Akutagawa. You knew better than to point it out at work though. Once you two were home, however…

“Ryuunosuke,” you said as you glanced at him next to you, “what are you doing?”

Rashōmon had once again wrapped around your ankle. Akutagawa didn’t look up from his book.

“Reading.” He replied bluntly. You rolled your eyes.

“No, I mean, Rashōmon. It’s wrapped around my ankle again and it keeps tripping me when I move away from you.” You clarified. His gaze flickered down to your ankle and grunted. Ah, so he did know he was doing it.

“Then don’t go so far from me.” Akutagawa said, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Five feet is too far?” You asked, giving him a look. He grumbled under his breath. This was a common occurrence. When it came to voicing his emotions, he sucked at it. Akutagawa went into his usual grumbling silence when you pointed out that he had feelings.

“Ryuunosuke… Where’s your head at?” You prodded softly. Akutagawa snapped his book shut and tossed it aside. He glared at you. It would have been intimidating if you didn’t know him so well. Rashōmon’s grip on your ankle tightened. Akutagawa’s jaw was set in a tense position and he sorted out his thoughts for a moment.

“It is too far after you almost got killed the second that you were out of my sight last month. I will not allow that to happen again.” He said stiffly after a moment. You winced a little at the memory. A mission went sideways and you’d ended up in the hospital.

“That wasn’t your fault.” You sighed.

“It was. I wasn’t with you. You got hurt.” Akutagawa insisted. Groaning, you rubbed your face.

“That's not how that works, love. If you’d been in there with me, you’d have just gotten hurt too.” You argued.

“I could’ve protected you!” Akutagawa snapped.

“No, you couldn’t have!”

“Then at least I would’ve felt like I did everything I could’ve. I don’t give a damn if I got hurt or died if I was protecting you!” He shouted. Ah, there it was. The actual issue. Akutagawa turned and coughed into his hand. The slight tremor in his hand and the furrow of his brow betrayed his frustration.

“… And how would you expect me to react if you had gotten killed?” You asked. Akutagawa sighed and ran a hand over his face. He was silent.

“Ryuunosuke, neither of us can do our jobs with me velcroed to your side. It increases the chances of both of us getting hurt if we can’t move freely.” You pointed out softly. “I promise that I’ll be more careful and stick close, but I can’t keep tripping over Rashōmon.”

Without saying anything, he made sure that Rashōmon had released your ankle. Akutagawa looked grumpy about it but complied. Apparently, his compromise for the moment was to grab you by the waist and pull you flush against his side. He wouldn’t make eye contact with you, but this would do for now. Getting Ryuunosuke to talk about his feelings was like pulling teeth so this was likely all you were getting out of him tonight

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my favorite is when Kermit’s facial expression is simultaneously an obvious hand in a puppet but also an instantly recognizable and relatable emotion

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Ryuunosuke Akutagawa was a touch starved motherfucker. However, getting him to be okay with you touching him was like trying to tame a feral cat. You can’t go too quickly and if you push it, he’ll withdraw fast. Needless to say, you were pretty surprised when he came home and practically face planted into your lap.  He wrapped his arms around your waist and grumbled something indiscernible. 

“You okay?” You asked. Akutagawa just grunted in an acknowledgment that he heard you but didn’t elaborate. He just tightened his grip on you. You absentmindedly ran your hand over his hair as you turned back to your book. You knew Akutagawa was a clingy sleeper but he rarely held you when he was conscious. You jumped a little as you felt Akutagawa’s hands slide up under your shirt. He hummed under his breath. 

You looked at him. He seemed oddly relaxed. Akutagawa rubbed his thumbs against your sides. Despite the fact that he had his hands up your shirt, the touch wasn’t sexual in nature. It was just him enjoying the feeling of being close to you and having skin on skin contact with you. A small smile came to your face but you knew better to comment on his sudden clingy behavior. You could feel his breathing even out as he fell asleep in your lap. Despite his grumpy avoidant behavior, it was moments like these that made all of that worth it. The amount of trust he had in you was sweet and warmed your soul.

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i like w,hen ......... theres a Big scaresy fantasies beast ok .... and then the big beast has a litter of babies,,,., and the babeis are veryvery small . ok

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This is the way you’re supposed to do pranks!