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… i heard we were making plagueround/st churnley’s sonas?
Meet George Bi (毕然叶) !
He transferred to St. Churnleys a little bit into the school year because he has a September birthday and his curse manifested shortly after.
please please please if you like him and want to talk about him or your own plagueround character please feel free to message me i desperately would love to chat <3
more sketches and rambles about his curse and other lore under the cut ;)
Insomnia
TW: Suggestive. (Dazai’s in it, of course it’s suggestive.)
Dazai trailed patterns with his finger on the skin of Chuuya’s stomach, unable to fall asleep.
Chuuya turns to face him.
“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Dazai asks.
The ginger shakes his head in reply. “What’s keeping you up?”
Dazai shrugs. “Hell if I know, you?”
“Don’t know either, just can’t sleep.”
They laid in silence for a bit, before Dazai spoke up again.
“You know what would tire us both out?” He asks suggestively, his hand trailing to Chuuya’s waist band.
Chuuya slaps his hand away. “I’m already tired I just can’t sleep.”
The detective sighs melodramatically. “Chibi is no fun.”
The ginger rolls his eyes at his husband’s antics.
“Can’t I at least get a kiss?” He pleads, pulling Chuuya closer by the waist.
“God, you are so clingy, fine.”
Chuuya presses a kiss to the brunettes lips, and Dazai kisses him back with fervor.
Chuuya attempts to pull away, but Dazai’s hand had moved to the back of his hand to keep him there, and though if he really wanted to, he could out strengthen his lanky husband, he found himself wanting to stay like this, if only for a moment longer.
Dazai did eventually pull away, having to breath, though more so just not wanting to suffocate his husband than caring about his own lungs.
“Satisfied?” The shorter man teases, already knowing the answer.
“No, but it’ll do for now.” He moves to nuzzle his face against the crook of Chuuya’s neck.
The blue eyed man pressed a kiss to the top of his husband’s head, threading his fingers through his hair.
“I love you.” He says quietly, knowing full well they’d both still be awake for a while yet.
Dazai hums. “I love you too.”
If you asked me for three pieces of advice, I'd answer: Become a child again whenever you can. Choose solitude if you don't have real company. And breathe in the madness when normality suffocates you.
What the fuck.
Okay LOOK- being misgendered LITERALLY HAS NO EFFECT ON ME, I'll notice it I guess, but it's a passing thing okay
Hooray for agender and not really ever giving a damn fuck about pronouns.
So someone tell me why my girlfriend misgendering me over text had such a fucking impact. I literally felt it in my chest, and I felt like I was going to cry, I still do.
What the fuck?????
What the fuck?????
when my flirting skills don’t work so i gotta pull out the big guns (staring with my big brown eyes and hoping they make you fall in love)
is everyone awesome and alright to 'thematic' / emotionally communicative artistic nudity that is platonic on every level cause they are...if not too bad because I am & bow easily to impulse commands.
+ original first idea (thought-text), though I hate using text in stuff. I think it comes through already, but whateverrr.