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[misha-69innit]

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Hi Kalila, congrats on 300+ followers! I love your event, and all the flowers and the meanings you chose they're lovely🥰 For your event, may I please request Astragalus or Zinnia with Dazai please!

 -> Why hello and thank you Kat! I’ll do both flowers, for they work well together.

Astragalus - “Your presence softens my pain”, Zinnia - “Thinking of you, sentimentality” + Dazai

Rays of moonlight shine in through the window, painting the room a stagnant grey as Dazai lays there. He stares at nothing in particular, eyes drifting from the ceiling fan to the ceiling itself, then back again. The air inside is stifling, an oppressive gloom that threatens to crush him and yet he cannot find it in himself to open the window, merely sparing it a glance before allowing his gaze to travel upwards once more. 

He watches the fan morph with the ceiling, a diseased mound of nothingness forming before his eyes. It’s almost like looking at his own reflection, something inhuman and wrong. On any other night Dazai would find comfort in this shared decay, yet tonight he cannot bear to look and so he averts his eyes. They return to the window, watching specks of dust dance about in the light. They’re mesmerising, tiny bits of white floating in the air. His mind turns to you, thinking about how beautiful you’d look haloed by the light of the moon.

Another shift and this time he’s looking at the moon herself, who peeks out from behind tree branches and returns his gaze with gentle sorrow. She says nothing for a while, simply observing the lone man atop his futon. Soft beams of white caress his skin, a gentle kiss as she asks what it is he wishes for. 

A ringing answers her question before he can, your name lighting up on the screen.

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The streets are quiet as you walk, your only company being that of the moon and her stars. It’s peaceful outside, a tranquillity to be found in the dark of night, and so your pace slows before stopping all together. You allow your shoulders to relax, eyes closing as a contented sigh escapes you. The breeze is gentle on your skin and in it you smell the promise of rain. A hum, and then you continue on your journey, for as pleasant as it is out here you have somewhere else you wish to be.

You’re glad that Dazai answered your call at such an hour, even more so that he agreed to see you. You wonder if he had been thinking of you as well. 

The moon continues to watch as you walk, sharing in your delight as the stars twinkle with every step you take, until at last you arrive at Dazai’s front door. 

You hesitate slightly, nervousness crawling down your spine. Maybe you had convinced yourself that he had answered, tricked yourself into venturing out into the night. Pulling back slightly you take a deep breath, regaining your composure before resolving to knock, only for the door to open before you get the chance.

Dazai stands before you, dressed in nothing but a loose singlet and pair of boxers, bandages adorning his skin like always. He looks anxious almost, his figure heavy and eyes worn as if he hasn’t slept in days. Still, he manages a smile upon seeing you, something small and barely noticeable, laced with a tenderness that seems unusual on him. His eyes follow a similar change, a soft glow hiding under layers of fatigue.

He motions for you to come inside before shutting the door behind you, the soft click of it locking announcing your arrival. The apartment is shrouded in darkness, the only light being that of small streams peeking out from behind closed curtains, trying their hardest to get in. 

Dazai reaches out for you in the dark, shaking hands hoping to find comfort in your own. Yet he hesitates at the last moment, wondering if you’d be okay with that, with him touching you, holding you. He gulps slightly, and though he thinks it inaudible you must have heard, for your hands meet his just as he goes to retract them. Your grasp is gentle, delicate as you thread your fingers with his. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

He concentrates on the feeling and the shaking stops, the warmth that seeps from your flesh into his providing a sense of peace. It is not enough however, and Dazai finds himself pulling you closer until your body is against his, his arms around your waist and head buried in the crook of our neck. He allows himself to lean against you, body relaxing with every second that passes.

In your embrace there is comfort, something that feels like care, and in the quiet of his apartment he lets himself believe that you love him the same way he does you.

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bonus to last post: what if i just title their despair verse “welcome to despairvale” would i get sued or-

[damn-the-dark]

You're so good at drawing,not only am I jealous but I thank you for blessing me with your drawings and being a lovely person ;-;💞💞💞💞💞have my love because I deserve it!

ASDFGHg Pwease,, you’re too kind!! 😭😭 You’ve blessed me with this ask! 🥺💕 Have my uwu’s because you deserve them!! 

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palmer

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite

[blackberreh-art]

//wheeze omg she was autobought

im just gonna lay d ow n

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❝ ....I don't sound like that, do I? ❞

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“Did you just eat three entire watermelons?” @ naruto boy

Oh. Was that the reason his stomach twisted and turned, full to the point that it felt better laying down than standing up? Eyes blinked open warily only to find three very fuzzy versions of Makima staring down at him. 

“Uurrrrgh....” Smacking his lips together, he was vaguely away of how red they were, tongue swiping out to lap up the juice now sticking to his chin. “Too much.... watermelon.....” Burp. Slow and sluggish, one orange-clad arm reached out towards her before gravity had it plummeting back down. “Carry me, please... strange lady....”