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HM...
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HM...
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if you start a ship with me i go from 0 to SIGN ME THE FUCK UP in no time flat.
uneulogize:
lovelornes:
Don’t you get tired of being so smart? Like, the world is so much nicer when you’re a dumbass. / @uneulogize
… i have tired myself of many things – everything on this plane inevitably becomes irrelevant when you have witnessed the personification of perfection, everything before or after it pale in comparison. the world originated as unforgiving, humans merely weave an illusion there is some semblance of kindness through their own emotions.
She fell asleep
:-)?
the devil was once an angel too ----- shibusawa decides that this is the only reason why demon fyodor dostoevsky can look so serene with a closed lip, switchblade smile, as if he were hiding the fangs that lie beyond. as dazai-kun has told him, as he knows, fyodor is probably going to betray him. whether he betrays dazai or shibusawa first is of no consequence. it doesn’t matter. the end will always be the same. there is nothing in this world that can surprise him.
( and yet, if he were to put his thoughts into words for this devil fallen from heaven, yell still prays to the god who tore out his wings, shibusawa would not deny his interest; he would not deny that both he and dazai are the closest thing to understanding he who is the embodiment of evil. )
“ for you to smile so eagerly... i wonder, just what ability user perished for me to have obtained this one? ”
@unagonize.
before i get to the few things i need to do on this blog before being caught up : if you follow this blog, i’m going to assume you’ve watched dead apple or don’t mind spoilers.
you actually made the blog, im gonna yell silver
WHEN HAVE I NOT BEEN A MAN OF MY WORD, SHUJI.
Don’t you get tired of being so smart? Like, the world is so much nicer when you’re a dumbass. / @uneulogize
... i have tired myself of many things -- everything on this plane inevitably becomes irrelevant when you have witnessed the personification of perfection, everything before or after it pale in comparison. the world originated as unforgiving, humans merely weave an illusion there is some semblance of kindness through their own emotions.
give me your ability and you won't have to see me again
“Sure, I’ll give you my ability …
— since you can’t seem to get enough of my claws.”
yorunotora:
uneulogize:
yorunotora
replied to your
post
:
hey ugly.
IM TIRED OF YOU ABUSIVE FUCKS CLAIMING TO BE MY FAMILY
it’s the closest thing to family you’re ever going to get
yorunotora replied to your post: hey ugly.
IM TIRED OF YOU ABUSIVE FUCKS CLAIMING TO BE MY FAMILY
it’s the closest thing to family you’re ever going to get
hey ugly.
stares and blinks sluggishly. “ hello, atsushi-kun. ”
fingers press against a temple, feather-light, caressing even. nails drag with a practiced carefulness against skin before it meets hair, tucking strands of brown behind one of dazai's ear. shibusawa smiles, vacant, yet somehow fond. "what causes you to let your mind wander this time, dazai-kun?"
❝ … shibusawa. ❞
a name that weeps; a presence that reminds him of anesthesia at a surgeon’s bedside, the serenity of a simulated heaven, bleached curtains over blinding skies. dazai blinks his honeyed eyes in a flutter of sable lashes, as if abandoning a dream, weaves his hands around the waist of the man seated on his lap with a pensive, pillaged sigh. his head sinks onto the slope of the other’s shoulder, carelessly. the silence of angels in a full-housed morgue spins out like silk on a spool —
❝ — time. how it hasn’t changed you. ❞
shibuzai: acting gay
fyodor: can i PLEASE get a fucking waffle
he is most beautiful under the moonlight, dazai reflects, tracing his thumb between the scars cleaved over the brow of a crimson eye — a motion in his favorite game, memorizing him down to the frost of his skin, the vain arch of his lip, the coil of his tongue over his name. a hand slips among the silver strands, pins his gift behind the shell of one ear: a pair of hair clips, iridescent mother-of-pearl, in the sleek shape of angel’s wings. ❝ … another year, hm? it suits you. ❞
that a man who has killed so many can caress shibusawa – a man so undeserving of gentile touch, of compassion, of companionship – in such a way, it’s enough to make the older falter. it’s not long enough to be brought to attention, but enough for dazai to notice. ( and perhaps, shibusawa wishes for it to be, for instinct is difficult to change within a demon. you know this too, do you not, dazai osamu? is this your way of accepting your sins, lying with your demons, this evil in physical form? am i not one of the skeletons in your closet? )
fabricated or otherwise, shibusawa indulges in it. his eyes close, head tilting into the touch against his head. dangerous as the brunet once was, he’s too generous now … this was apparent from the start, when a hand was offered back into this city he once put into pieces of shattered stained glass, never to return to its once beautiful mosaic.
—– or, that is how their populace views it. shibusawa holds no value in this city, in its people, in the people behind the abilities he collects. ( and yet … )
the older man lifts a hand to the items places into his hair. he counts them – one, two. one too many, he believes. “ time has slowly but surely become irrelevant to me. i as a person, have not changed. ” ( and yet … ) carefully, a hand detaches a hair clip. shibusawa decides against sitting up from the bed they share, cupping dazai’s cheek in a silent command for him to lean closer.
it’s the only semblance of power he will ever have over dazai osamu.
an embodiment of evil has surely never looked so gentle as he who brushes back the human failure’s hair, tucking it behind a ear before placing the hair clip there to keep it in place. surely, he’s a few centimeters off – shibusawa decides that dazai most likely doesn’t matter about mirrored accuracy.
( and yet, i am drawn to you; i am drawn to you, what i may never have in its entirety, for you are broken in a way that looks so complete. )
“ and yet, you remember – mine, of all things. i cannot fathom why, however … your presence here is enough. ”
@unoxidize.
anyway happy birthday to my stupid bottom scaley man shibusawa who can ram his nails up my x any day
inhales so deeply.
dazai saying to shibusawa “i wonder if the person that saves you will be a demon or an angel”