pendulum.

writing blog + reference her/she pronouns

[good7luck]

Dazatsu Week 2017 Day 6: “Why did Dazai-san help me?”

“Loneliness wasn’t a king lording over us forever. Loneliness is just a soft, puffy cloud forming and vanishing on a whim. Many people on the ground carry wounds the way we do. Abandon them, and you’re abandoning your past self.” (Nakajima Atsushi, Though the Head May Err)

[ephedilia]

white to red

pairing: dazai/atsushi words: 1000+ summary: “There’s a story somewhere about a boy with wings who falls,” Atsushi begins. Dazai smiles. There’s blood in his bandages, sweat on his palms. notes: credit to @looking-for-stray-dogs for the translation at the beginning!

post-55 minutes.

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[ephedilia]

something, something (grand)

pairing: dazai/atsushi words: 500+ summary: Atsushi gives him a smile and he guesses this is more sunshine than the neon lights in the streets of Yokohama.

pre-relationship. post-guild arc.

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[ephedilia]

but darling, you’re a wildflower

pairing: dazai/atsushi words: 500+ summary: An encounter in the middle of a work day.

pre-relationship. pre-guild arc.

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[tahwan]

types of fic titles

title is a literal description of the story (”5 times x did y”, “first kiss”, etc)

perfect formatting, title is evocative of the story’s main themes

song lyrics

3 feet long all lowercase (overlaps w/ song lyrics)

one word. only one.

title seemingly has nothing to do w/ the content of the story until it gets dropped during a high-tension dramatic scene 70k words in, making you feel like the world meant for you to be born in time to read it

[untrustyou]

McNair Evans

[wordsnquotes]

One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters…But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

Charles Baudelaire (via wordsnquotes)

[ephedilia]

a case of you (remix)

pairing: dazai/atsushi words: 2500+ summary: Dazai over the years and the flowers he carries for the people around him.

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[lgions2]

a lil comment about being enough

[lozenger8]

Little fanfic things that make me smile:

When there’s a set of specific and intricate detail work and you just know the author is either drawing from life experience and knowledge, or that they spent a long time researching to get it just right.

A reframing of a well known metaphor or simile that makes you think of it in a new way. 

An original metaphor or simile that you pause and admire for a while because it’s such a sweet turn of phrase.

Dialogue that you can hear perfectly because the phrasing is so on point. 

The obvious love and care the author has for the character dynamics, plot and/or setting that shines through in every word, sentence and paragraph.

[daylighten-deactivated20140815]

[ephedilia]

Me: I want to write!

Unfinished Important Fic: hey

Me: No, not you

[lookathernow]

Taylor Swift // Innocent

[wnq-writers]

“I like you.” “What did you like about me?” “I don’t know.” “How could you like someone and don’t know what you like about that someone?” “All I know is, when we talk, you’re really quiet and we don’t really have things to talk about. But I still want to talk to you everyday. That means, I like you. Right?” “Yes.”

sandarafreedompark  (via wnq-writers)

[sesukes-deactivated20211211]

You protected it, It’s your city. 

[ephedilia]

a case of you

pairing: dazai/atsushi words: 830 summary: It’s cherry flower season in Yokohama.

notes: for the dazatsu valentine exchange! hi, @pinkcupofcherrytea! i’m your secret valentine! hope you enjoy the day! i used two of your prompts but i hope you like this! inspired by this fanart.

“I think this would be a good spot. It isn’t so crowded.”

The sunlight passes through the sky and it’s too bright Dazai understands Kouyou’s reasons for never leaving the dark. Chatter fills the place, and he walks around the drunk salary folk and the kinder garden children. The air is fresh and rises his coat but it’s better than overwhelming heat, the first petals of spring are gorgeous.

But his attention is elsewhere.

The cherry blossoms fall under Atsushi’s hair. He looks enchanting, almost out of a fairy tale. There’s only gleam and joy in his soft smile and it’s easy to forget Kunikida’s rambles about the monthly budget when Atsushi looks up at him.

“Dazai-san?”

Dazai hums, eyebrows raised. “What is it?”

“You look lost in thought,” Atsushi says, unreproachful and clearly unaware of how beautiful he looks with the pink petals on his hair.

Dazai shrugs but he smiles. “Was I? I was thinking how breathtaking you look under this tree.”

Atsushi stares at him until his eyes turn soft. “No flirting in work hours.”

“My bad. But Kunikida-kun is too busy to pay attention.”

“Even if he was, you know better,” Atsushi laughs quietly.

Dazai lets out a dramatic sigh. “I guess, I do.”

I like watching you.

He thinks absently and begins to pass his fingers through silver hair, careful at placing the cherry blossom behind Atsushi’s ear. The park is lively and it’s almost imperceptible to hear his heartbeat, how his entire body feels ready to fall apart. Atsushi is beautiful. This, to Dazai, is nothing new but it’s a reassurance to never forget how breathtaking Atsushi is.

Dazai feels his smile turn lighter when Atsushi gasps under his touch and reaches for his fingers. He’s distracted in pink cheeks and sunset-colored eyes but Atsushi is still looking at him, and a surge of adoration rushes through him. His thumb goes down from the ear, and he hears another gasp, this one slower, conflicted and Dazai wants to laugh but it’s obvious the situation will dry up if he attempts the lowest chuckle. He gets to the cheek and, in that instant, he lets everything halt to a stop.

Atsushi’s breath hitches.

Slowly, Atsushi relaxes from the touch and leans in. His rational side tells Dazai to not mess this up, to not move too brusquely because the idea of being touched with kindness is so shocking for Atsushi and he respects that. But another part of him – the one that loves taking advantage of Kunikida – stiffens a giggle, the beginning of a prank ready to get out and it’s that urge which wins over the other and keeps him from meeting lips inches from his own.

“’No flirting in work hours’,” Dazai repeats.

Atsushi comes to a stop and he narrows his eyes at him. His cheeks glow under the light that passes through the trees. “Now, that’s unfair.”

“That’s not my fault, Atsushi-kun. You started it.”

Atsushi glares at him. His stare resembles Kunikida’s and he laughs softly before his arms wrap lovingly around the younger boy. For a second, Dazai wants nothing but hold unto Atsushi and never let go, cling into the warmth and sunshine that irradiates from him. Almost imperceptibly, Atsushi relaxes under his touch and Dazai is unsurprised when his voice has a harmless, tender timbre.

“I’m sorry. Please, forgive me?”

“Do you mean it?” Dazai feels proud at the scepticism.

“I always mean it with you.”

Atsushi stays silent and then, he raises up his head and smiles at him. Everything about the gesture is soaking with affection. Dazai passes a hand through pale hair and ponders if his tiger paws are as soft, they must be, he doesn’t know. He makes them disappear at any opportunity. Wearing gloves would solve the problem. But he likes to feel Atsushi under his fingertips and bask into the light.

“What are you thinking?” Atsushi asks, softer than usual. He almost hesitates but Dazai decides for the truth – the closest.

“Here and there. But if you’re asking for something in specific, I was distracted.”

Atsushi squeezes his hand.

It’s for a brief pause but Dazai wonders if Atsushi can read his mind. The rusty, corrosive vision with grey, black-white shades, the smell of smoke, rotten bodies and blood, and the subtle click of glasses. It’s a second too long and he feels another squeeze and Atsushi’s warm smile.

“Anyways,” Dazai says. “I thought of bringing Kyouka-chan one of those sweets she likes. What do you think? Kunikida-kun will take a while before we settle down.”

Atsushi nods and the topic is left behind.

He knows it’s not forgotten and Dazai thinks how he will be able to tell Atsushi about the life he had before meeting him.

“It sounds nice,” Atsushi says and he talks like it’s nothing unusual, “I would love to go with you.”

Dazai lets out a breezy laugh and turns around to face Atsushi.

“Let’s go.”

[peachisty]

other versions of sunshine:

lying on a sunflower field with muddy feet and giddy heart, the weather is humid, your eyes are dozing, and you feel the coolness of sunflower leaves and grasses on your back.

watching the waves on the ocean dancing in rhythm, its serene sound harmonizing miraculously on your ears and you feel the water kissing your legs

waking up on the wrong side of the bed yet seeing your cute dog still sleeping so soundly, solemnity and the smell of lavender candles in your room

picking strawberries and trimming bushes on a fine, fine weather while wearing a cute straw hat with an embroidered flower on the right, and a cute yellow dress

the collection of happy memories in a cute bottle with sands from all over and seashells, jar painted with mustard yellow and a pink ribbon

smelling like an angel while having a lush bubble bath after a long, tiring day and sleeping on a newly changed sheets

hot chocolate and black coffee on a winter evening, eating christmas cookies while dipping it in a chocolate, and smelling like a bakery

knitting cute things and embroidering on new stuff while smelling like orange after peeling heaps of pomegranate for grandma

smelling like paint after working on a nice sheet of canvas, drawing multiple strangers, sketching cute sceneries, and having paint smudges all over your fave shirt because of acrylic.

classical music in a coffee shop while waiting for somebody special (may or may not be a friend) smelling like a cup of coffee and embracing the solemnity of the atmosphere