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moving on

stupid smelly crows

Reposting some of my old drawings [ last part ]

the game of who needs who the worst.

📞.

🥺.

Fyodor: Yes you did.

Dazai:

Dazai: Maybe a little.

BSD chapter 114

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Finally cracked what was going through their minds in these panels

”Gay ass” I say as i willingly read a gay fanfiction.

gakuen: my ordinary life part 4

"There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin" oh Hozier thank you for fukumori reference

wiege

im ok im ok im ok im ok noim not crying youre crying im ok its ok everything is fine AUAAUUGGHHGHGG SNSSNRNDJDJSSK

I CAN'T BREATHE

AND

NOBODY SEES IT

The Choices We Make:

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. It is, however, partially based on true events. I would like to make it clear that I am NOT romanticizing any of the bad stuff in this story.

So there’s this girl in my class, Abby. And she is OBSESSED with me and my best friend. Like I’m not just saying that. It’s honestly a little bit creepy. She copies my speech patterns. My best friend’s handwriting. As soon as either of us wear a new outfit, she does her best to copy it too. 

It wasn’t always like this. At the beginning of freshman year, I thought I was going to be friends with her. But, she was continuously mean to me. So, I moved on. I gathered social power, until I had the entire class under my thumb. I also made my best friend. He’s really socially powerful in his own right, but to be honest, my reputation protects him. We are both very aware of this, and are fine with it.

In the first couple of weeks of freshman year, Abby really wanted to be friends with all of my friends, but they didn’t feel the same. She tried to publicly destroy me a couple of times, but I made sure she just made herself look bad. 

For the first semester of freshman year, she was a bitch to both me and my best friend. But slowly, it changed. She got nicer and nicer to me. I didn’t really think that hard about it, except to be a little annoyed that she was still being a bitch to my best friend.

In the second semester, it got weirder. She started watching us. Whatever we did, she did. And, she started seeking out validation whenever she could. She stopped being a bitch to my best friend, but she would get really angry and quiet whenever he didn’t do what she (very clumsily) tried to get her to do. 

Both me and my best friend can “read” people very easily, and together, we figured out what was going on. She was horribly jealous of us. Essentially, she wanted my best friend’s body, sense of style, intelligence, and personality. And she wanted my power, my social position, and my reputation. She also became obsessed with becoming my best friend, attempting to sabotage me and my best friend at every turn.

It reached a point where every time we hugged she would look angry and sad. Me and my best friend laughed it off. We didn’t take it seriously.

It got even worse in sophomore year. She copied my best friend’s handwriting, she started obsessively finding out everything she could about us, to a stalkerish level. I went to the administration. Nothing happened. My best friend and I made a point to do as much PDA as possible in front of her. It just made her angrier.

Everything came to a head in junior year. I’d had a really stressful week, and I snapped at my best friend in front of Abby. 

Abby approached me later, and told me she’d noticed me and my best friend’s issues, and had some information she thought I’d want to know. Intrigued, I let her tell me.

She’d created a master plan of how she was going to replace my best friend. She was going to bury him - get him out of the way, and take his place. The only thing she needed now was my confirmation that if he was gone I’d befriend her. As I looked at her plan, I felt like I was going to puke. This was so much bigger than I thought it was. This wasn’t just a silly little crush (the teacher I’d complained to’s exact words). This was an obsession. A sick, twisted fantasy life, and the last character she needed was me.

Then, I got angry. I told her to wait a few weeks, and then once she’d buried my best friend, I’d be all hers.

I didn’t tell my best friend. I didn’t tell him about the documents, I didn’t tell him about my plan, I didn’t tell him any of it.

It took me all the time I’d given myself to make sure the plan would go perfectly - but, on April 13 2019, I did it.

I killed Abby.

They never found her body (and they never will). To this day, she’s a missing person. I went to her parents, a few weeks after she was declared missing, and expressed my sympathies. I told them to have faith, that sometimes miracles happen. They never suspected a thing.

I think my best friend suspects. But, he’s never asked, and I never told.

I don’t regret it. No one. And i mean no one. Hurts my friends.

…

DISCLAIMER (part 2): I would like to once again reiterate that this is a work of fiction. Abby is based off of a real person, and some of the events in this story actually happened. Many have been dramatized. I DID NOT KILL ANYONE IN HIGH SCHOOL

Note: the best friend in this story is in fact the lovely @fyolesque, who can attest to the fact that there was a girl who was obsessed with us in high school, she is still very much alive.

omg thats me!!

the other day, I walked up to @fyolesque, who was sitting down, and stood in front of him, ran my fingers through his hair, and went “hello dearest”. And then he looked up at me and smiled and I smiled down at him. All of this is incredibly normal for us. Like this happens several times a day.

but, someone behind me went “omg you guys should kiss” which … aside from being kind of weird and gross, was just so out of pocket that we were both just really confused. So, my BsF explains why that’s like really not going to happen (he has a boyfriend, we are both gay in completely different directions, etc). And like we all moved on.

BUT THEN, yesterday, a friend of ours saw us hugging, and we were going to be separated for like an hour, so it was a decently long hug, and this friend was standing behind me, so I didn’t see him, until I turned around to find him making a heart with his hands and like making a suggestive face at us. And, once again, we were both like “ewww. No. Guys. Stop.” An, once again, we both explained that we’re like … really gay. And very. Very platonic.

Dazai is a fourth dimensional being confirmed? 🤨

"Wake up, Osamu..."

@itsnotevenreallyfunny

and this is why were platonic skk

i think chuuya would really like the offsping tbh (and crazy taxi)

AAUUAUAUAAUGAUAHUAGA

Him and Me

Left = His, Right = Mine

@itsnotevenreallyfunny

alright ill admit i giggled

@itsnotevenreallyfunny

twas with atticus and his dad the other day and i was abt to buy this and then atticus's dad was like. uh- write it yourself dumbass

so i might...

when he wants to hit but he's not bleach era kurt cobain 🥱🥱

Dazai: *embarassed* um Chuuya?

Chuuya: what is it ?

Dazai: *flustred* I um I like you Chuuya!

Chuuya: *confused* huh???

Dazai: like I’m in love with you!

Chuuya: I sure fucking hope you are.

Dazai: …

Chuuya: dumbass we have been married for 5 years I fucking hope you love me or id kill you

Chuuya: Hey Dazai, Nice onesie. Does it come in men’s?

Dazai: I think you come in men enough for the rest of us

Chuuya: …

Kouyou: …

Mori: …

The rest of the executive meeting: …

22!skk

Chuuya: hey bastard, are you gay or something? Dazai: *mock offended* how could Chibi ever think something like that?! Are you gay? Chuuya: *also mock offended* No?! Dazai: anyways, wanna make out? Chuuya: sure.

Dazai: Ranpo~ I need your deductive abilities! Ranpo: *eating a snack* hmm? what do you need? Dazai: I need you to deduce if Chuuya likes me? Ranpo: *confused* like as in toleration or like as romantically Dazai: oh i know he tolerates me... the other one Ranpo: *still confused* Chuuya Nakahara, the mafia executive? Dazai: yes? Ranpo: you want me to deduce if Chuuya Nakahara, the mafia executive has a crush on you? Dazai: yes! Ranpo: the man that is currently behind you, hugging you? Dazai: *looks at Chuuya* yep this one Ranpo: the one that you have been married to for like 4 years? Chuuya: actually its been 5. Ranpo: *baffled* yeah I think he likes you Dazai: awww Chuuya! Chuuya: ok me next, Ranpo I need your deduction Ranpo: *facepalm* do you want to know if Dazai likes you? Chuuya: yeah... Ranpo: *throws glasses* im done!