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[tired-faerie]

Blur

[tired-faerie]

[tired-faerie]

[tired-faerie]

I used your pillow again. I’m parked at the eagles nest and thinking about how much of you I had to consume to remember who I had been.

[niclepto]

Good day today

[akutagawa-daily]

Akutagawa daily 506/★

[sygol]

[notbopper]

this is poetry to me

[6villian6]

[thornedarrow]

i'll live my life by chasing you

my human heart in hand

[petitesmafia]

[points gun at the sun] there can only be ONE

please do not edit or repost! • original illustration by Hoshikawa for Dazai, Chuuya, Fifteen Years Old.

[greelin]

i am in fact NOT being very brave about it and will whine and complain until i die. As is my right

[upr1ghtzzz]

pancake making,,

quick ngis doodle that i did based on this fanfic because i love it so much ;__;

[kaikomi]

IM GOING TO CRY

[kaikomi]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Isagi Yoichi's family owns a popular arcade which has begun to spark rumors of an urban legend. Late into the night, machines can be seen turning on despite no one in the building. Somehow, the same name tag claims the high score on almost every game, but no one knows who it belongs to.

On one Autumn night, Isagi is closing up the arcade alone when he is interrupted by the sounds of joysticks and smashing buttons.

Are the rumors truly baseless?

This is the largest piece of writing I've ever done, and my first ever NGIS fic and i am very proud of it! It's completed at 11/11 chapters and over 50k words. I hope you enjoy!

[kaikomi]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Yoichi’s moviemaking career started with a request from his mother to record her final moments. After her death, Yoichi meets with a mysterious boy named Michael, who takes his life in new directions. The two begin creating a movie together, but Michael is harboring an explosive secret.

Or

A retelling of the story Goodbye, Eri but with kaisagi and my tears

im sharing this everywhere I can because i am sososo proud of my writing here. i had to take numerous breaks because of how sad i got from the story so i need other people to be sad too haha XD

[b0nkcreat]

hrmm. well hold on now ive been filled with a sudden joy and whimsy for the world

[b0nkcreat]

i think we're all going to be okay maybe

[yabuling]

kissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss fem atsuaku

[detailedart]

Details: Ghost clouds - Les Nuages Fantômes. Ca. 1897, by Richard Riemerschmid.