Hey so I’m thinking thoughts about this one…

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Hey so I’m thinking thoughts about this one…
Picking flowers and leaving them for her on the night stand in the basement room that I keep her locked up in so she knows that I like like her
I dont write much but I've always thought about this idea and have been slowly building on it for weeks now.
What if after the events of the Fight Club movie, Narrator pulls the trigger, Tyler is 'gone' ... But what if Tyler somehow mysteriously (and miraculously) lives except he's separated from Narrator?
I can't imagine how that would feel. You were a PIECE of this guy, you were in his body and in his head and suddenly you're like disconnected from that. You can't feel him anymore. I imagine he feels naked in a way? Like sure before he could just front whenever he wanted and then Narrator would face the repercussions of whatever Tyler did.
And what if Tyler starts walking down the streets and people actually address him? Idk how to write this here,, like yes they always addressed him but they seen Narrator's face yknow?
then boom he finds the Narrator, if we follow the book that's in the mental hospital.. I wonder how thay would go.
Just a quick thought for today~
Do you think Beast!Chuuya ever gets to feed Dazai, or touch his glorious belly, as a treat? :3c
oh ofc 😏
Maybe if Chuuya works hard enough and follows the orders of his boss like the obedient dog Dazai wants him to be... then he might get called up to a "private meeting"~
Chuuya always leaves those meetings with a flushed face and fingers itching to sink deep into inches of delicious fat again 🥰
Vaguely Yummy Thoughts #16
There will be nothing noble or dignified at all about blue’s inevitable, inescapable defeat at the hands of the mighty, hungry pink. Blue will sell out blue, and all will be bound to pink.
I want each bruise on your body to remind you of the joy & pleasure I got while giving it to you
I just need to ruin something pretty.. then put it back together again afterwards