#angst again

[unfetteredautism]

content warning: mentions of suicide & (nonsexual) child abuse

this is a long one but idk i just hit flow state on my made up Tragic Robby Backstory. idk.

as a side note i like making them echo each other

"any time :3" "Any time kiddo :)"

it itches something in my little head

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[shusha520]

"Because you're my Sun"

[kepsik]

I PROMISE I'LL DO SOMETHING HAPPY, BUT-

[ravery7]

Soulbound

Had to study the meaning behind each rose colours for this artwork, and honestly it was super interesting lol

So lemme offer you an analysis of my artistic choices (that nobody asked for)

DGS 1-2 and 2-3 spoilers!

The burgundy roses in front of Ryunosuke are for his grief after losing Kazuma, no matter how strong he seemed he always carried that grief with him.

The white roses are for new beginnings, that loss was a breaking point in his life, making him abandon his original life path to pursue a vague goal he was barely told about.

They can also be a symbol of purity and innocence. Until he was nearing the end of his journey, he was clueless about what was really going on with Kazuma, his actions were only driven by the purest of love.

As for Kazuma, the red roses are for passion and courage (and love of course), he was always driven by that fierce passion and bravery in whatever he did.

And finally, the black roses are for rebirth and major changes. His whole life post amnesia was marked by important changes (going from attorney to prosecutor for example) and by that passion and rage he was fueled with, the one that pushed him through these hardships. Coming back as the Masked Apprentice was truly a rebirth, Ryunosuke himself said it many times : he was not the man that left him in that cabin.

These two souls stayed bound despite the physical distance through Karuma, Kazuma's soul. That memory of him always at Ryunosuke's side, a reminder of the passion that pushed him further each day, the same one that Kazuma was animated with. Their bound was so strong it choked them, tormented them, pushed them to such places. Would Kazuma have "died" if he hadn't reached for that closet to talk to his beloved? Would Ryunosuke have been the one we know if it weren't for his partner? What would any of them be without this forbidden love?

Anyway, im super normal about them i promise

Here's something to apologize

[xojhi]

Live through death

[starfireandthediamonds]

“And you were at my wedding, I was broken, you were drunk”

You could've told me not to do it, I would've run, I would've run

Tell me what was the moment you decided to give up

You could've told me what you wanted, I would've done, I would've done

Anything

I would've done anything

- parachute, Hayley Williams

[sugurusladyknightt]

➺ satoru x gn!reader

satoru feels a feeling beyond himself, beyond his own understanding.

the kind that can only be helped by your touch, your company, your voice, your presence whatever form it may take. the kind that can only be relieved by being held in your arms. his larger frame curling into yours with his head resting so closely to your chest the steady beat echoing in his ears and his strong lengthy arms around your back, holding you close, just so close.

he wants to become a part of you, you know?

the two of you an extension of one another.

the way how anglerfish do it.

to merge. to fuse. to be so closely interwoven into each other it's impossible to tell where you begin and he ends. that is the way he feels for you in his soul anyway, it would really only be a physical representation of it; how interconnected the two of you are.

the perfect symphony. two notes floating together in the air, dancing together, mingling with one another in perfect harmony. of course there were a few off keys, but that hardly had an impact on the sound of your shared song, if any thing it only emphasized how resilient a song you two prove to be.

you breathe life into each other.

you do.

but your not here. not anymore anyway. your gone. the warm softness of your skin was replaced by an icy cold he's never felt on you before. the color drained from your face. all the shadows and colors that you were made up of fading into nothingness, slipping through the spaces between his fingers.

satoru tried to catch them, to secure the pieces that were you in his hands, to protect them, to keep them from slipping away, to carefully weave them back together and return them to you in full. after all the two of you were nothing if not for your ability to bounce back.

and so it was revealed that you are nothing. a nothing that managed to get by on his everything.

your life was slowly leaving you, draining from you, being taken by something he could not fight, taken by a force of something he cannot defend you from until there was nothing left you.

it was no longer yours. your life no longer yours, it's become only a life.

lost, just as the billions that have been before and the billions that will be after.

he heard screams and cries. they sound pained, oh so horribly pained. screams and cries that tell the story of the greatest horrors one can know. his chest aches, and his hands tremble. and the screams are his.

he hears them even now in the quite of the cold room he once laid in with you. he's on his side of the bed and you in the earth. you, beneath the very ground that is walked on everyday. taken for granted and forgotten forever as it takes on the role to guard the very essence of you.

his hand reaches for your side of the bed, it's cold, he remembers your skin, how it turned blue, how he believed he could save you. naively so.

he could. he would. there was no room for an option with the uncertainty that 'could' brings. believing he was so close.

satoru's throat burns, and his hands fall. he's reaching for what is not there. the glowing crystalline blue of his eyes a dark murky color that always seem to be looking beyond whatever it is that can be seen. his eyes cannot focus on anything anymore. the skin below painted in a dark that melts into that of the room.

he's a yet to dry water colored painting, a mere portrait of who he once was, and it's all flowing out of line.

he hasn't showered in a while. he hasn't done anything in a while. do ghosts do things? he doesn't really ponder the question, simply asking to it to the nothingness.

the way he is right now, the state he is in, makes it difficult to believe he could be anything but a ghost. but a lifeless form, floating around aimlessly until it can be freed from the tortured inbetween state it finds itself stuck in.

tomorrow he'll have to go out again, to work, to teach, fulfilling his duties as the strongest despite the fact that he feels utterly disconnected from the title. for he is a man of many obligations. well, man is a long shot, he isnt one to them, weapon or tool of many obligations is more fitting. the world cannot go round with out him, in his absence they are wholly doomed, left to fend for themselves. his world has spun of its axis when you took your last breathe.

he feels he's floating, the can't feel the sheets crumpled beneath him, he has nowhere to rest his aching bones and exhausted mind. satoru curls his body closer into itself, his arms hugging his legs close to his chest. close, and closer, then closer still.

it doesn't hurt, hurt is what he feels in his chest, a heartache he feels all over his body. but he continues, he figures if he pulls himself close enough, squeezes tight enough, he might explode and it'll all disappear in the aftermath of it.

he wanted to become a part of you, not to ripped away.

once again the heavens have managed to fail him. to misunderstand him. to be the cause of a gaping hole in him. one that leaves him unable to just be; one that is scheduled to consume him in his entirety.

the voices in his head reduced to only one, it is your voice left to be narrating his thoughts to him in the limitless chamber of his mind. the voice is even and monotone, you never spoke like that. it is a cheap copy formed by his subconscious, created only to torture him endlessly.

satoru's throat is dry, although he speaks no words he feels it as it cracks under the weight of your absence. the weight of your loss. but really, the greatest, loss was his own.

you did,

you breathed life into each other.

divider by @/saradika-graphics

[clownpoison6886]

Okey I posted enought fluff and cute wholesome stuff.....now I'm going back to angst bc yall seem to love it!

Omfg....I have some ideas.....really risky ideas.....idk if I can post it or how yall would react,I love drawing cruel and real raw stuff without making it seem better or soften it up

But I'm doing something.....really bad with Wheezy and Sergey (especially wheezy bc he didn't suffered enought)