Forgotten at Home

hummingbirds and nightgales, my mind is full of wicked dreams.

[forgottenwoodsathome]

Takemichi fanart, i love this loser 💔

[fuwanek0]

Do care. Did ask. Plus I hope your day gets better.

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Dazatsu Month 2025

Day 25 - Secret

Ada Atsushi and Mafia executive Dazai

Atsushi is on a mission disguised as a woman at a festival. Meanwhile Dazai got dragged to the festival by his fellow executives. (They all wanted to unwind) While wandering the festival and day dreaming about his suicidal hobbies he noticed the most beautiful "woman" he's ever seen in his life. He's gotta marry her!!!!!!

Meanwhile Atsushi freaking out he was recognised as a detective

[forgottenwoodsathome]

How much aura did I lost when I got a fever from crying my eyes out? (It's now, I got a fever now)

[forgottenwoodsathome]

My fanfiction pet peeve is when they make a character who either:

¹ lives alone for a medium to long time

² was raised by a single mother/father/ guardian

Or ³ lived on a low income household

Terrible at cooking, the "burn down the kitchen" type. Will I curse, yell and throw a tantrum? No, but I'll be mildly annoyed and less engaged with the story. Should anyone care about my opinion? Absolutely not, write whatever you want.

That's just my personal opinion cause I believe it just don't make sense a person who wouldn't be able to afford never cooking before to be so bad at it, it reaches a point you just gotta learn the hard way.

[forgottenwoodsathome]

Hello hello

[married-to-google-translater]

[forgottenwoodsathome]

I did something

The context is that in my Headcanon, at Ramshackle, Epel eat all the greasy food he wants without being monitored by Vil cause Yuu doesn't snitch :3

[forgottenwoodsathome]

Feels so weird that TILL THIS DAY, in the big 2025, no one did an edit of Harry in the Triwizard Tournament to the song Gladiator by Jann. Guys... PLEASEEEE IT'S SO OBVIOUS WHY DIDN'T I SEE ANY YET??? *SIGHHHH*

(In the same vein, if y'all know one to this specific book/movie please send me the link)

[forgottenwoodsathome]

Fanart for @luciaintheskyainthi about their GLORIOUS fanfiction (which I'm obsessed with) Existencial Crisis Mode

These drawings are so old (not even kidding, they are from around the time the earliest chapters were posted) that I'm thinking about redrawing it, I didn't have the courage to send the author this fanart before so please excuse me for the atrocious anatomy and image quality I don't know what happened to it and my camera is trash😭

Transcription: "Small Headcanon"

"Happens after Jason complains about footprints on the ceiling"

"(He [Peter] was feeling the web)"

Jason: "..."

Peter: "I can explain?"

[octagava]

Ngl I genuinely HC that in Dazatsu as a relationship goes something like this: Atsushi thinking of Dazai as in “I know he’s playing when he acts silly, but it’s still real, it’s still him. And when he smiles, even if it’s just to tease me, it feels like everything is okay, like he’s here, and he’s happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for him: to be happy. Even when he annoys me, I can’t stay mad for long. I wish I could give him even half the light he’s given me. As long as he’s here, smiling, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.” Whilst Dazai is more like “I love every part of him, because I know every emotion he shows me comes from a place of trust and vulnerability. When he’s angry or annoyed, I know it’s because he feels safe enough to be real with me, and I treasure that. I love the way his face twists in frustration, the way he looks at me when he’s had enough of my antics, but I also love the softness in his eyes, the quiet smile he gives me when he’s looking at me with something closer to fondness. In those moments, I feel like I understand what true love really is, and for once, I believe it might be real.”

[forgottenwoodsathome]

A question that plagues me about the world of twisted wonderland is a pretty simple one (I haven't been able to play the game so I'm not sure if this is discussed in dept, if someone knows, please inform me the answer).

NRC is a famous, quite inconveniently placed school. HOW is the paperwork and documents that those poor students have to file just so they can study there?

I mean, even if just an island it haves to be under some country/kingdom, and like- in a classroom, you probably won't find more than 10 students from the same country, much less state or city (even if it's a capital). So I can only imagine that the process to go to this school is HELL, the amount of papers they need to file and the nerve-wrecking bureaucracy may as well be considered a contemporary method of torture.

Even if compared to something like Harvard, it still doesn't fully captures the magnitude of absurdity, I mean, they have high-school students till college students in there, there isn't even a huge majority of students from a single place. The scholarship and poor/low middle-class students may as well be the worst ones out there since the rich kids can employ someone to do the bureaucracy for them.

Our dear yuu was, if anything, a blessed soul to be yeeted without warning since they didn't need to do any paperwork. (Bae doesn't even exist legally but this is a whole new can of worms)

Now I understand those fics that make Crowley throw ALL his paperwork over Yuu, I mean- I wouldn't want to deal with all of this either.

Buuuut, it can always be like Antarctica, everyone gets a little piece of it in a "don't fight you dummies :(" style.

[forgottenwoodsathome]

Someone... Someone please take twst off my hands, my mind, MAKE IT OUT OF REACH

I'm going feral, my whole day is resumed into: writing a self-insert fic about this horrid place (which I'll never post), eat, write more, sleep, and repeat...

THIS SHIT IS WAYYY TOO SELF INDULGENT FOR ME (worry not mom, the shrine in my room to that blue haired FREAK is totally normal and healthy to have)

I need psychological help.

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Not to make the mood of this account go like- down and shi- but last year, depression got such a hold on me and now I can't remember anything from back then, no details, days, moments, it's like trying to look through a fog while suffering with a migraine. I certainty know some of the things that has happened but I can't recall them happening or understand in details, such a bore honestly (I end up only remembering the things that tied up to the middle of this year).

And yes, this highly disturbed my education.

[forgottenwoodsathome]

As an avid Male! Reader user, I'm so jealous of the Female! Readers. Yall are treated so softly, so gently, the characters carry you in their arms, hug your from behind, look at you with love and gentleness in their eyes.

Sometimes I just want to be depicted just as delicate in those Imagines and One Shots, but it's *so* hard to find ones were the male reader is beautiful or cute or soft. I crave tenderness so bad and yet I have to dig so deep in those self indulgent fanfiction of x reader, and there is SOOO much female reader and so little male reader. It's even worse when I find an amazing writer but they only depict female or gender neutral reader, am I not allowed to be pretty or ethereal too? To be held in someone's arms, to be adored and found lovely.

And when I want a female reader I can't find a single one where *I'm* the one to call them beautiful and be a gentleman to those characters, it's so unfair (_/T~T)_/

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i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite