Love At Last Sight
What if the last time we see each other is when it hits?
But what if that moment is when we call it quits?
Maybe not even by choice, but just think about it.
I'd never forgive myself. The fire in me you lit...
If you realize it's love that last time, it'll finally die.
It's what's keeping me alive, god I don't wanna cry.
That fucking thought burns more, but that may be reality.
I hope not god... please don't let that be.
I never wanna leave you, hopefully you don't too.
I wish, oh how I wish I could tell you, if only you knew.
Somewhere deep inside I think it's purely greed,
But this feeling is better than any story I'll ever read.
If staying friends is just pain for me, that's fine.
Forever in my mind I will still call you mine.
No one could prepare me for this feeling.
In such a weird, almost painful way it's healing.
This fire burns me inside and out every day,
But, truly, it heals me, it's my reason to live, that's okay.
You're my reason to still be here trying to survive,
I never had one before, not for a while, with you I thrive.
I don't want the pain I once gave myself to cope,
You wanna know why? You give me so much hope.
If everything else does finally whither away,
I know, it'll be with you I stay. Because now life isn't grey.
Thank you, you saved me more times than I even know.
I don't know if I can ever really pay you back though.
How can I? For something so special as a life?
But I need to, you saved me from my mental strife.
The best way now is trying to do the exact same,
Hopefully, for you, make life just a little less lame.
God, I truly love you more than I can say,
For you I'd leave everything behind, runaway,
It sounds stupid, it does, but if it'll make you happy...
Fuck now I really am just getting sappy.
Some day it'll be fine for this to all play out,
I know that it will happen, I really have no doubt.
That day, whenever it comes, I'll take my chance.
Even if you don't accept, it'll feel better offering that dance.
At least then I know I truly did get to try.
That day will truly feel insane, but I won't pry.
Four... maybe five years and I can finally ask.
That's all, then I can finally let down the mask.
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[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]
saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.
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Red Tape tied in a bow (P1 | P2 | P3) (Patreon)
Also decided to give a go to the caption thing again since this one’s rather dialogue-heavy!
[Panel 2]
Peepers: Uhm...sir?
Hater: What.
Peepers: Could you- do you have the full paperwork on our health plan?
[Panel 3]
Hater: Health plan? Peepers what in grop’s name are you talking about??
[Panel 4]
Peepers: It’s really no big thing, I just wanted to see what was (and wasn’t) covered-
[Panel 5]
Hater: Commander Peepers. Are you planning to commit insurance fraud on my dime? And you’re asking me how?
[Panel 7]
Peepers: P- hahahaha! I would never dream of it, Lord Hater!
[Panel 8]
Hater: Then-?
Peepers: I just want to see what’s covered, sir. Like I said already...
[Panel 9]
Hater: Hrmph. It’s all personally approved by me, so feel free to ask, Commander.
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outrealm (<<)
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skk au
Where they’re drawn to each other in every life from the first life they meet, vowing to “never cross paths again” but if they do to make sure their lives won’t ever be the same without each other (in the “worst” way possible). Sometimes both of them remember. Sometimes they don’t. Most times it takes meeting for Chuuya to remember a stinky fish and an irritating near irrefutable voice, and blood. there was always so much blood because he had to go and play a self sacrificing role.
And fewer times Dazai will know Chuuya, acting as if he does when he really doesn't remember at all, just that the man is alluring and that irritates him. Unfortunately, it's frequent for them to miss each other, feeling deep down a gaping hole where something, someone should be.
It's one day, a day where Chuuya's feet carry him to wander as he often does to clear his head, which never works and gives him a lot more to think about and ends up visiting a family grave. One of the many remaining structures scattered across the country in honor of wealthy families of the past. He doesn't bother with history ( in the kindest way possible) he is just too busy thinking about sciences and his own present to worry about mistakes made by other people long ago. He's not one for visiting graves unless he feels like he needs someone to confide in.
Yet he wanders around with a few other visitors, marveling over the structure and the well-kept grounds and trying not to wallow in his own self destructive thoughts. This is how he finds himself standing in a preserved, forgotten section, where the only thing identifying someone's past is a small portrait, what would rival a photo.
Faded as if gone through a life worse than the person who owned it, but the figures the faces of two people are unmistakeable. And it could very well be a trick of his own eyes, his mind aching for a change, something interesting even if it is a new thought he could get carried away into if he let himself, but one of those faces looks like... his own.
Once the thought presents itself it roots into his mind. As crazy as it is, he is certain of this paper that has survived centuries. It's drawn by a rushed hand, desperate to capture the image of a person slipped through their fingers. Just another tug of his heart in a direction he is familiar with but doesn't know. A person. Reasonably, he isn't all that sure about his own logic of, "If that is me and I am here, then the other guy must be here too" but he always trusts his gut if no one else.
It wasn't like he had a reason to unbury the other side of his soul when he wasn't around. A misplaced name lost to history, their past lives but not to his very core. Chuuya doesn't want to remember what happened, just that they lost each other like he has lost people before in his current life. It hurts so, if he ever finds Dazai again he isn't letting him go.
Cue many unsuccessful, half-hearted attempts to find him. (To find each other, unknowingly.)
When Chuuya hears his voice before remembering his face, it is at a zoo. The brunet's eyes are brooding, his voice spilling with over the top cheer and accompanied by his friends.
Chuuya isn't afraid to approach him at all after meeting his gaze a handful of times. And it helps that Kyouka, holding his hand instead of Kouyou's recognizes one of the people he is with, because Chuuya might have made a bit of a fool of himself. He hurried up to Dazai when he drifted away from the group to stare into one of the enclosures.
"There you are!" it's the only thing he can think to say that's appropriate since—
"Um...?" The man looks around, certainly startled. "You must think I'm someone else."
Chuuya prepares himself for all sorts of heartbreak. He isn't immune to it.
"No. I know who I'm talking to, shitty mackerel."
"Mackerel?! Ha. Do your eyes need checked, chibi?"
There's no way around it. That voice is his. The boring, uncreative insults are his. Chuuya didn't need to see him to know it. The man might not remember Chuuya, but he stares wide-eyed because Chuuya knows his name; his expression proves Chuuya correct.
Dazai worries he has a stalker, teasing as he asks if Chuuya is.
"What! No, no you're— you... I know you. Fuck. You, you don't remember me."
"It'd be pretty hard to forget a guy like you." It isn't meant as an insult or a flirt. Dazai's brain fails to catch up with the words leaving his mouth.
Dazai doesn't want to continue the encounter— the outing. It is a very bad day for him, not even his friends could help if they were aware completely. Not even this stranger, who knows his name and steals his attention violently by just existing in the same space as him.
When asked by Atsushi if he is alright, he just hums and jumps at the opportunity to look at the seals. Thus it becomes a joint trip, because Atsushi knows the guy's younger sister (?). Chuuya, his brain supplies, probably because he was told his name.
Not any other reason at all.
From there it's Chuuya helping Dazai to remember him, or to rebuild whatever was between them in this new life. Sprinkled with notes and flashes of distant lives once lived.
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I do wish I had more ocs. I am working on it, but it takes me a really long time to create anything to a fleshed out level, especially original things, even if it's just a single character
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I love it when you play so much DnD that your character choices sorta come full circle:
In your first ever game you might start out as a human fighter, or an elven rogue, or maybe just a half-elf wizard, and then you slowly progress to warlocks and artificers, homebrew perhaps??
But then at some point…you just sorta return to the basic???
For example: I had a moment after a one shot (one that several different groups had all played through separately) where a member of a different group, who had played DnD a year or two, had asked me, who at that point had played for about 5 years, what character I was playing.
I, of course, started ranting about what role in the party I wanted to explore and how I felt the role of ‘maternal’ and ‘the moral one’ was so often associated with being dull when in fact there’s so much unexplored potential in it, and how I wanted to challenge myself by being a character who truly wears their heart on their sleeve and-
Then he asked “ok, but what class and race are you tho?” “………….human fighter” “Ah. There’s no shame in being a bit basic I guess”
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hey guys im back at it again with the horrible levels of s4 zam brainrot. um.
did i manage to somehow make this song about him in my head? yes! yes i did. and i cannot be normal about it.
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Tinaaaaa!! I'm ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
Please come talk to me in my DMs any time you are struggling with writing or anything!! I am here for you!! I'm crying that you said I'm a positive influence on the dash because I've been worried that I've been too negative and chaotic lately so thank you 🥹🤍 You are so unbelievably sweet and kind and I love that we are mutuals here in in Tumblr-land and I am so truly lucky to have met you—I am sure everyone who you interact with can say the same!
Kiki !!! you're too sweet to me, making me sob rn TT i meant absolutely everything i said n if you are ever struggling with anything feel free to dm me as well !! or just to talk about anything rlly hehe <3 im very grateful to have come across your blog and i love it that we are mutuals so so much !! sending you lots n lots of kisses !! MWAH !!
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i really want to write a song one day
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would you ever consider proofreading/editing for other writers?:)
i mean maybe? trust me when i tell you that i'm a shit editor, though. like i can catch proofread issues easily, my brain thrives on doing nitpick-y things like that, so i'll catch your misspells, your repeated words your i forgot a word here and there bits. but overall while i have been known to help people get unstuck with fic/push people to get going through them i can barely help myself through my own issues of pacing/chopping off bits that might be unneeded.
but you only live once and i never really did get to beta read the last time i wrote fic so sure i'd consider it. with the other asterisk of me not being willing to look over minors' fics because i'm old and this isn't a minor safe blog. and you know, when my time allows me to in between my own life and everything.
so, yes i'd consider it!
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Dove would be very quiet today.
At least, verbally.
Internally, her mind wasn't very quiet at all.
Mother's Day. Why did they need a specific day to think about their mothers? Hers wasn't even alive, and she thought about her every single day.
As much as she loved her, there wasn't much to celebrate. There was so much to be grateful for, fourteen years of unrelenting love and protection and aid, even through all the worries and fears and horrors that were so inherent to Dove's life, but her mother had never left her to suffer them alone. Dove loved her beyond measure for it. How had she done that every single day? It was a wonder, a gift Dove would never be able to repay.
But there was also so much to miss, to ache over, to wish had never happened.
It was such a strange thing, to question her mother. To question the Azarathean doctrine. But she couldn't help wondering… What if she HAD come with Dove the day she left? What if she HAD survived? What if she was there with her to this day, and she could see everything she had accomplished?
She liked to think her mother would be proud of her.
But even that thought stung, because it made her want nothing more than to give her a hug and cuddle into her arms.
But she would never be able to do that again.
And so it was with a heavy heart that Dove went about her day, distracted and forlorn. She kept her distance, and she stayed disengaged.
Sadness this heavy required time and space, if for no other reason than to avoid letting these thoughts leak into anyone else's mind.
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heian era sukuna x reader →
(a/n: loosely inspired by that one jessica rabbit scene; this is also borderline uraume/reader bc theyre so cute ugh)
people don’t understand how you can love the king of curses. his figure was grotesque—beyond repulsive—with four heavy hands that could snap your limbs into two if he so pleased. they can’t get past the four eyes either, but you found them charming. how could you not when he looked at you so sweetly?
“where is my husband?” you inquire for the nth time, your voice as sweet as molasses as you tug at the ends of uraume’s sleeves. the humble servant doesn’t answer immediately; they know not to, and you don’t mind. while you wait, you watch the passerines tease the fish in the pond from your spot on the engawa.
uraume dips their elegant fude into the shallow inkstone beside you. calligraphy and whatnot. “lord sukuna is tending to matters in the southern provinces,” they answer with the same amount of patience they had a few minutes ago, and an hour before, and another before that. they must be used to it now.
“do you think he misses me?” comes a light brush against their pale hand. uraume exhales through their nose at your question, but not from exasperation. never that. “yes,” they say with utmost sincerity, like it’s gospel truth, before painting one long, flourishing stroke. “very much so.”
content, you cease your ministrations and fall on your back, giggling at the way your hair splays beneath your head. “he loves me,” you coo and cup your sun-kissed cheeks. “my husband loves me, and i love him too.” you think the edge of their lips twitch up into the barest hint of a smile.
but it vanishes before you can get a proper glimpse. sighing, uraume gives you a knowing look from the corner of their eye as they dip their fude back into the inkstone. you turn to lay on your side and watch how it absorbs the ink. “the servants, though adequate, have been quite bothersome lately.”
they finish the kanji in several swift strokes. 麗. rei for beauty. uraume continues. “there’s ill speak of your relationship with lord sukuna.” you count the passerines, letting the unspoken question hang in the air. shall i do something about it? it’s uraume’s turn to wait patiently for an answer, an ultimatum.
but you don’t give one so easily, preoccupied with an image that resurfaces in your mind: a group of servants—fresh off the cut and eager-eyed—gossiping by the water well. you don’t think they saw you, unless they were stupider than you thought, but they were loud enough to hear.
uraume is watching you, properly now, as you blow a stray strand of hair from your face. when they lean in to gently tuck it behind your ear, persimmons and plums permeate your senses. “do not bother with them. they talk because they do not understand why i love him,” you decide with finality.
“and why do you love him?” there’s a hint of fondness in their voice, reserved for you.
you look up through your delicate lashes, smiling cheekily. “he makes me laugh.”
(masterlist) | (a/n: would yall hate me if I wrote uraume/reader's pls be honest)
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