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ANNOUNCEMENT

this is going to be my last post for a while. i don’t know how many people or if any of my mutuals will see this but i hope they do just so they’re aware. this was quite a difficult post to make because i feel like i’m doing the wrong thing and i feel like people won’t care or think badly. but i hope you all understand.

i’ve been struggling alot recently and it’s been getting harder for me to cope with it. I’ve also made the recent realisation that i most likely just have to come off of some apps until i fully feel ok to come back. it has nothing to do with the people on here. the people i have met on this app have been nothing but kind and supportive towards me and for that i am just so grateful i got to meet these talented and amazing folks i get to call my moots or even my followers. your support has been absolutely insane and it makes me feel so loved and appreciated and i really do love you all.

i think i need to focus on myself and when i say that i really do mean it. i don’t want to constantly feel like this anymore and i need to do something about it and i feel this is probably for the best.

im not leaving forever. just for a few months, i promise. i just really need to figure out my shit and especially with my exams coming up i need to focus and get my mental health in check because i know i can’t keep going on like this.

i’m sorry for the sudden announcement and im sorry for the slight rant as i know it might seem a bit much.

to my followers, as i said thank you for your support and kindness you have shown me over the course of my blog so far. i love you all so much (and especially to the people in my inbox to which i haven’t answered, you know who you are most likely and i absolutely adore you and thank you for your kind words <3)

and to my mutuals, thank you for absolutely everything you have done for me because you’ve done alot more than you think. you’ve all inspired me, taught me, loved me and helped me through so much and it feels like a reward getting to know you all. i wish you all the best and i hope to see you all in a few months.

im sorry, i love you all my beauties 💓

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Hiii riri (●’◡’●)ﾉ

HI RUKA ITS SO NICE TO HEAR FROM YOU how are you?! 💓💓

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bro my ipad won’t charger im going CRAZY 😰😰

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bro my ipad won’t charger im going CRAZY 😰😰

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eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? eating a cheeseburger with no honey mustard? yeah, i forgot to ask for honey mustard…

hi mel im good thanks for asking!! did you get that cheeseburger with honey mustard yet?

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our sons!!!!!!!!!! look at them go @briars-castle

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i’m so in love with chuuyas side profile like ha ha u so pretty come home the kids miss you n all that ha ha

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upcoming chuuya fic for those interested 💛

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vent/rant !!

i hate health anxiety sm idk why im like this. i’ve been sitting crying and panicking because i think i have one of the most unlikely things because i have some of the symptoms. i hate this sm because i just wanna be ok and feel ok but my heads constantly playing on loop and i can’t control it. im so tired.

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omg this style of writing is so beautiful!! ur an amazing writer! <33

HAUNTING BEAUTY— CHUUYA N.

(a/n; this style of writing is an old writing style of mine, I used to use when I was younger, so I hope you like it...)

CHUUYA never looked forward to using the true form of his ability, corruption.

He felt as though he were looking through a screen as chaos ensued before him with no internal nor external control, he despised the sole purpose of it, how the people around him viewed it as something to be admired when danger clouded before their eyes.

His hatred for it clung on every day, his views were as corrupted as the form itself, and the views of the ones around him felt sickening, how it being the reason everyone around could rely on him.

Oh, but you...!

The first time you saw such a thing, you were entranced, such a haunting beauty, the way every inch of his body was covered in tainted marks, all sight was drowned for him but all you saw was a sorrow haunting...

Every word you described to him as you tended his wounds made him more vulnerable than he already was, every little drop in your tone that showed how infatuated with him made him forget how to breathe...

But god, if only the both of you knew how his form thrived in your scent near him, every breath you took felt like gusts of wind on a summer day to it, how much it couldn't handle your presence...

And when his sight caught onto you, his form flung towards you while scaring both, you and Dazai, before the brunette could reach the ginger, you were plunged into the ground below you by it...

You opened your eyes and hissed in pain on your back, you looked at the sight before you and there you saw the tainted marks reaching his cheeks, his clouded eyes, how petrifying his otherworldly form looked yet how the haunting glow touched him like the rays of sun on a marigold...

Waiting for death, you took in the form before you as it raised its hand in a compassionate manner, 'the hand that is going to kill me...' you couldn't help how your lips curled at the sight before you in awe, you waited for darkness to consume you but were met with nothing...You watched as his markings slowly retraced and his body fell on top of you making you cough sharply at the sudden collision.

You peeked above to see a brunette glare down at you, "Does the brink of death, satisfy you that much?", the man looked very confused and upset at your calm state as you felt Chuuya's hair tickle the nape of your neck with a few strands of it seemingly sticking because of his drool in his knocked out state, and you couldn't help but smile aimlessly...

"Very..."

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“May I please draw your OC?”

Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so.  No need to ask for permission in advance.

Go for it.  Draw my OC.  If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts.  Go to town on it.

You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result.  Seriously.  In fact, I encourage it.  I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC.  There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.

Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me.  I want to see what you have done.

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you. scot. female. ginger.

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I CANT SEE THE EMOJI WHAT IS IT

also I’m not ginger and you know this but!!!!!! THANKS!!!!!!

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i need character suggestions for an event I will be doing!!! please give me as many characters as you like and i will decide :3

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Something that always makes me smile

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HI MY BABY!!!! tysm 🥹🥹🥹🥹 we need to interact more I miss you :(

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BRI WHATTTT HWNFNWNDN I WANT MORE I WANT MORE I WANT MORE IM HUNGRYYYYYY

anyways, bri this was SO GOOD i love ur writing 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

A port mafia Cinderella.

pairings : PmZai x Reader. (dazai pov)

⚠︎︎: arranged marriages mentioned, dark-ish themes?,

♺: Reblog,Request and repeat!

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Dazai always detested parties. No surprise that Mori always made him attend, however. The port mafia was a very high class organization with many social ties everywhere - for example the high minister of japan himself came to this particular party tonight, some important businessmen or politicians came every time they were held. Most of the time they sought out financial opportunities or some other kind of way they could benefit from the dark underbelly of Yokohama…

No, that wasn’t what Dazai hated - really. He more or less expected and embraced that particular factor of the usual social gatherings. But what he hated was when they would try to forcibly wed themselves into the port mafias social radar. Often times gatherings like the very one he was distancing himself from found a way to call a very sudden engagement, most of the time Mori himself would make the approval. What he said goes, he was the boss after all. Nobody was allowed to argue with him without expecting some sort or repercussions. Another very small portion of the time was just for a scandal. Very rare and very far between but he had seen maybe one or two of them.

There had always been pressure for the mafia executives to be married, not a huge one but enough to cause discomfort. The reality was that the port mafia itself was a complex dance, you wanted power? Marry into it or struggle with a low chance of survival. Dazai got lucky in the sense that he had a secret that him and Mori shared, it was like he took a shortcut. Others however were not so fortunate.

dazai sighed, murmuring something to himself about the stuffiness of the room … he was usually a very extroverted person but he barely knew these people - they acted so sweet as if they wanted to use him, wring him dry and air him out for the world to see - sure, some of the politicians and business leaders brought their children and most of them were his age or around that, heck! He could’ve said some of them were pretty good looking … but they all felt wrong, like he couldn’t trust them no matter how hard he would try. Like no matter how much time he would spend it would always end up with him bleeding out.

it would always end painfully.

He wished Chuuya were here - sure, he was the worst best friend in the world but he was his best friend in the world, his dog even. They were loyal to one another - they trusted one another. Trust was a thing that was hard to come by and rarely given out. Money buys a lot of things - but he knew that it would never buy trust. He wished that Oda where here, the only man to make him change. Maybe he could spread a bit of ‘change’ on how to make this party more sufferable - or at least Ango even! He was stranded.

Suddenly the doors opened again - nobody else really noticed it because they were caught up in la-la land … but he did, he hopped it was someone he could actually stand. But he prayed it wasn’t akutagawa. Dazai already had enough of his failure for one day.

It was a girl, a pretty girl at that. She looked a tad nervous surrounded by everything, he couldn’t blame her. He pitied her - she dressed and seemed like she belonged yet something or another was out of place. One thing that caught his high were her heels, god they looked uncomfortable. I mean, they were glass! Just pure fucking glass. If she took one clumsy step or twisted her ankle the shards would be everywhere. It was entirely unethical, yet he found them pretty. They were a stupid idea - yet a pretty one indeed.

She looked a bit excited too when he got a better look at her, actually. She was breathtaking in her dress, usually he avoided seeing people in that way just because of how dangerous attachment was, Ane-San proved that herself. But the girl was a pitiful sight! He couldn’t let her flail around like a fish out of water - no matter how cruel he was, he was also starving in sheer boredom.

“Excuse me miss? You seem a bit … uhm .. lost, would you care for a drink?” He asked, a little bow to tie the bow of the illusion of a perfect gentleman. The girl turned around and he got a close up of her face, if he thought she looked nice from behind she was gorgeous up front. her eyes were like diamonds and her lips looked so … soft. He got a strange feeling looking at her, he couldn’t explain it. It was like his heart already knew her - like it craved for her.

The feeling was raw. It felt uncomfortable but a good kind of uncomfortable - like he would imagine getting smothered in a warm blanket of joy and misery would feel. He was being idiotic! He barely knew this poor girl - yet he found himself pressing a kiss onto the back of her hand more quickly than he wanted to admit.

“M-my name is (name) - pleasure to meet your acquaintance, if you don’t mind me asking - what’s your name?”

dazai pulled his mouth away, a smile clawing its way upwards to his lips - it was a crooked little grin. It was genuine though - unlike the other people you would find here.

“Dazai, Osamu Dazai - you probably know me by a few of my titles however, but we don’t have to get into that now that you know my name, doll.”

He didn’t want you to get scared of him or make a judgement of him so easily - for now he was Dazai and not the demon prodigy, Not the youngest port mafia executive. It was weird pretending to be your equal.

“Oh - Okay, it’s lovely to meet you, Dazai.”

The girl chuckled - god, he loved when she said his name. Without contempt or malice. It had some kind of loving undertone when you said it … Maybe it was courtesy but he caught himself hoping it was more.

He read somewhere in a book the main character said something along the lines of,

“Falling in love with her was as easy as falling down a rabbit hole - the hard part was not falling in love. It was like climbing upwards out of a cliff with two broken arms.”

He never did understand how true those words were until now. He never did find himself believing in fairytales but he has always believed in common sense. ‘Come on! He just found out the girls name! He hardly knew her, yet he found himself believing in happy ever afters and a light at the end of the tunnel. And to put his symptoms into perspective - his palms were sweaty, knees weak and arms are heavy.

He never wanted to be head over heels for anyone. He knew life was unfair and he never believed in karma - but now he was counting everything he did to deserve this, deserve her.

“mm … there should be a slow dance soon if you would like to join me for that - if you would like something to drink as well we have some wine and maybe a bit of champagne if I look hard enough.”

dazai said, hoping she would say yes. His world felt so dull. the life around him was always contrived, unempathetic, and cruel. So he became all of those things - hardening himself. Yet, this girl was so kind it made him think that maybe there was a tad more kindness than met the eye. Or met his eye, at least.

“I would love that,Dazai.”

The girl giggled - she seemed so excited to dance with him and drink with him, and just as promised the music from the violins filled the room with their song. Dazai was true to his words, it was slow but it wasn’t boring. He would twirl her around and then when the music stopped … he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned in for a kiss.

It was a soft kiss but it got the message across perfectly fine, and when he pulled away the girl got on her tippy toes to give him another kiss - her fingers finding their way into his hair and his own around her waist.

He was about to ask for her number or something to get closer to her again - maybe to go to her house as his shipping container was a bit crowded and the air a bit stale …

When the clock chimed.

It chimed a total of twelve times, as most of the port mafias social gatherings ran through to the dark hours of the night - the girl however seemed a tad distraught by the sound.

“I….i-im sorry - it was nice meeting you Dazai but I have to go, maybe in another world ..”

no .. no .. no, you were literally slipping through his fingers as you spoke - running away with your glass heels tap-tap-tapping on the marbled ground as the candle light from the chandelier illuminated your dress, as you left the port mafia building he ran after you. He ran and ran until he lost you …

Only leaving a single glass heel.

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Part two will be available once I finish my next fic ! Until then stay safe ! I love you!

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this was written so beautifully omg :(, this broke my heart to read but also healed me in SO many ways 🥹🥹❤️

❝ GUILT—! ❞

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Short summary ;; You were suffering from an incurable disease life several years. Who knew someone so religious and evil would marry an angel.

Diseased fem!reader ,, Huge angst ,, A bit of fluff ,, husband yapping ,, You yapping ,, one-shot ,, A bit of blood description ,, healthy marriage.

YOU WERE COMPLETELY USELESS…

Fyodor returned home dreadfully, he slammed the door shut loud enough for other too hear. He obviously didn’t forget to lock it, He lived in a luxurious house it was small but quite rich and gorgeous. He wasn’t alone, of course. He was Married to a sick wife, named (Name.) (Last Name.). Blood dripped from his shirt to his floor, it was not clear weather it was his or someone else’s.

Heels stomped onto the floor, you looked up at the male with innocent and pleading eyes mix with confusion and frightened. “FyoFyo?” The nickname you created for the man, ever since both of you fell inlove. People found your marriage rather confusing, it wasn’t about passion or pleasure. Its about affection and respecting each others thoughts and feelings.

He turned around towards you and observed your fragile body. You looked I’ll, Bonney shoulders were exposed, ghost-like of skin displayed a certain weakness. His heart hardened for a moment thinking about both of your cruel fate. “(Name.)…” He said softly and calmly, stepping forward to clean the blood off from his shirt with one hand as his other caressed your delicate cheek. “We need to talk…”

Your eyebrow raised up, you sighed softly with a bit of shake of your breath. You continued to look up at him and stare at his gorgeous, dull and purple eyes. “What is it, FyoFyo?” You slightly questioned him, as you played with your boney breakable fingers.

He looked at your fragile hands, a gentle smile graced his lips, "You have worked yourself too hard. This will not do". His tone was firm but filled with tenderness and concern that He hardly acknowledged. "I want you to promise me that you'll rest more from now on. Let us hire some help so you won’t have to overburden yourself." His hand tightened around your delicate chin. “Do not make this any harder than it already is”.

“But it isn’t like your work, I just want to be the best! I can do it myself, I don’t need any rest!” You exclaimed to the male, you tried to walk more closer to him until you tripped. A whine escaped through your lips, your breath became shaky as you tried to get up with your own bare feet.

His body instinctively moved towards you, gripping your arm to help you regain your balance. A sharp pain lanced through him from the effort of catching your helpless fragile body. “Do not push yourself like this anymore.” Gently picking you up in his arms, carrying you towards the nearby chair. “I’ll hire somebody else. I can’t let you keep ruining your health over pretty matters.” He softly caressed a few hair strains off of your forehead. “Rest here.”

“But I want to stay with you!” You raised your arms up in the air, you gave him begging and pleading eyes to stay with you. “I love you! Please, stay with me! I’m scared to die here alone!” You exclaimed out loud.

His eyes locked into yours, a torrent of mixed emotions coursed through your husband. He pressed his lips gently against your forehead, his heart clenched with affection. “I’m not going anywhere. As long as you’re still breathing, I’ll stay.” Sliding down on the chair and holding you against his lap. “Now lie and rest.”

You nuzzled your face against his chest, clinging onto him. “Do you think I’ll get better one day, and we could make love and get kids?” You questioned him, you looked up at him once again as you squirmed onto his lap.

He strolled your hair tenderly, the thought of holding his child in both of your arms warmed his heart. “I hope so.” A hint of sadness tinged onto his heart and voice. The cruel reality whispered in both of your future, together was uncertain. “For now, focus on getting better. That’s all I ask.” He squeezed you close, and whispering reassuring words into your ear as he rocked gently.

“Do you think I’m pretty, though?” Your eyes were halfway opened, tears began to form in your eyes as you went back nuzzling onto his chest. Slilent sobs could be heard across the room from you.

A lump rose in his throat, tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. "Of course, you're more beautiful than any angel I’ve ever seen, Malyshka.” He pressed a soft kiss onto her hair, allowing himself a moment to cherish for the both of you fleeting happiness. "You are everything to me".

You breath became shaky once again. “I’ve never h-heard a compliment like that for a l-long time…” You looked up at him, your eyes red and puffy as my lips twitched a bit. “Why did you marry me? I can’t even do one single thing for you…”

He felt a lump swelling in his chest, the urge to protect you from any more pain was overwhelming for him. “(Name.)…it wasn’t just that.” Squeezing you closer, he traced circled on you back. "It's because you’re the most determined, fearless person I know. The way you face every obstacle life throws at you inspires me. And more importantly..." His voice dropped down, "Because I love you".

“I have a weak heart, I could give you so much affection b-but…I love you too…” you grumbled quietly, you went back nuzzling your face against his chest and continued on sobbing.

Wrapping his arms tightly around you, rocking gently as if he was comforting a small child. "It's okay... Don't cry. Everything is going to be alright." His voice filled with gentle warmth that enveloped you. “We will find a way through this together".

“I want to go on bed, I want you warmth, I want you.” You stopped sobbing, you eyes were more red and puffy you looked up at him. You gave him a small quick kiss on the cheek.

Smiling tenderly, he helped you stand. You both walked slowly towards the bedroom together. "Come on" He whispered as he pulled the covers for the both of you. "Let's try to rest now." As you both lay down, your bodies tangled in each other’s embrace.

A silent promise lingered between the both of you... To face whatever fate would have in store for both of you– together.