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a good night’s kiss

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You- okay, I’ll just have Rui send over Robo-Nene or I’ll go there myself with the pencils that are in our room. Pencils make good projectiles (speaking from experience)

-Akito

Haiiii…haii <3 (You’ll nevr guess who I am :). Some hints are 🍂🎤🧡 ) If you guess right, then I’ll give you a cookie -A

Hello darling <3 -toya

MY AWESOME BF (go and support them or else I’ll send our dog after you /hj)

Haiiii…haii <3 (You’ll nevr guess who I am :). Some hints are 🍂🎤🧡 ) If you guess right, then I’ll give you a cookie -A

Hello darling <3 -toya

Haiiii…haii <3 (You’ll nevr guess who I am :). Some hints are 🍂🎤🧡 ) If you guess right, then I’ll give you a cookie -A

Hello darling <3 -toya

NEUVIE MY BABY DINT CRY 🙁🙁🙁🙁 ILL GIVE YOU ANYTHING 💔💔💔💔💔

“Sorry for making you worry”

🦦

Up all Night (Akitoya fanfic in honor of my insomnia haha)

||heyyyy guys! I decided to say screw sleep, and I am now doing a fic instead! Is it going to be me projecting a little? Yeah, definitely. Based of a song? Yep! (Up all night - Straykids) I do hope y’all enjoy and if you’re going through something similar, just know you aren’t alone. Also, this one is a hurt with no comfort for my angst lovers out there ;)||

It was another restless night for Akito. With headphones in, playing the same song on loop, Toya sleeping beside him. The faint glow of the computer lit up the otherwise pitch black room. The faint sound of typing also filled the room with the occasional sound of a car zooming by.

Akito often found it extremely difficult to rest, even though his tired body begged for it. Perhaps it was the caffeine he consumes daily is the issue? Either way, all he thought about was to create. Create something, leave behind something to be remembered by. Something for someone, anyone, to be proud of. Akito continued to type, tired olive-green eyes glued to the computer screen on his lap. Hours passed, before he knew it, he reached 4 am. No sign of sleep. “Akito?” A voice called out, sleepy and concerned nevertheless. Akito, snapping out of his trance, looked at the source of the voice. It was Toya, looking at Akito with concern etched on his face. His face…so beautiful…so hand- “Akito?” He calls out again, causing Akito to snap out of his train of thought, responding gruffly with a “Hm?” “Why are you awake? I’m not mad, I’m just concerned…” The blue haired male asked his partner. “I…got carried away” Akito confesses. “Akito…” “Yeah, I know…I can’t sleep” Akito responds with a sigh. “I’ll go back to sleep” The ginger says, a part of him hating himself for lying to his lover. Toya thought nothing of it, going back to sleep. Akito ended up working the rest of the night.

“I need to sleep…”

I am sane (literally bawling rn)

There aren’t that many songs that make me cry, but one song always does. Any guesses? No? The song is called From Home by NCT U. That song hits home, quite literally. Dealing with feelings of loneliness isn’t fun, but a quote from the lyrics stood out to me “Know that you are not alone anymore”. Even if it feels like you’re alone, no one really is (*cough, definitely not thinking about our bf because we see them as our “home” cough*) anyways, I needed to get this out or we won’t be able to sleep, as it is almost 3 am…

Random Story Concept for spooky month

Demon hunters chasing down escaped 'painting' subjects who're actually demons sealed inside canvases

Oh well

We would like to apologize for not posting as much as we’d like. Going through some stuff as well as being very ✨sick✨has taken a toll on us mentally. Also, college kicking our ass isn’t much help. We’ll try to continue to post, we’ll see! It just won’t be frequent. Hopefully we don’t disappoint ^^ -Lucky

OMG VOLUME TWO LETS GOOOOOOO (watch us go into debt)

Oh yeah sorry aktyers we have lost ( no full aun no beats on vbs album 2 )

from the latest improved wandashow because I forgot the name right now...

ily stink <3 -tsukasa

Love u too

-Rui

Hann (alone in winter) An Akitoya fic

||Yo! Lucky is back with a fic, this one being an Akitoya angst fic! (I am a sucker for angst) so please enjoy! I’m definitely going back to writing, as I now have motivation! Whooo! Also, fair warning for sensitive topics discussed in this fic! Also, it’s from Akito’s pov and may be slightly self indulgent…and major death!||

Another winter spent alone. Akito looked out his window. The scenery usually filled with color, is now drained. The white of the snow covering what was once colorful. He stared out the window. Another winter alone. Nothing new, right? How could he expect things to change after it being the same year after year?

Akito was in his room, posters slightly peeling off the walls, music heard from downstairs. He liked to be alone. That was until he met Toya. He changed everything, making him feel less alone. At the same time, he felt more alone than he ever felt before. Perhaps he had hope that things would change. “Akito?” A voice called out, sounding worried. Who was calling him? “Akito? You okay?”

It was Toya, a concerned look painted into his face and eyes. He worried about him. Something he was never used to. “Akito?” “Hm?” Akito finally responds, snapping out of his trance. He had forgotten that he invited him to hang out. Ena was out with her friends and his parents, away on vacation. That meant that he had time to spend with his boyfriend. He heard some muffled noises before he heard the phrase “doing alright?” “…yeah, I guess so.” He lied.

If anyone knew the truth, they would know he was lying. He didn’t want to bother Toya, thinking that he wouldn’t want to “burden” him and all that jazz. “Aki, you don’t seem alright…” “oh? I didn’t notice” Akito responds to Toya’s concern. “I…” Akito began but trailed off. They both knew something was up, but neither knew how to address it. They both remained silent, Akito staring out the window once more.

“Being a snowflake wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” That would be the last thing Toya would hear. Akito died the next day.

I totally forgot about this, but I hope my posts will gain some traction! Maybe it’ll be turn into something JJK related? 👀 more details will come out sooner rather than later!

my post in a long time. Gonna create a self-indulgent series for my own satisfaction as well as others who want to watch me create my own universe ^^ keep an eye out!

Sorry I went offline for a while, I had some issues to sort out, but it’s all good now! I should be creating more posts in the future so be on the lookout!

-Lucky🐾

THIS

let’s talk, shall we?

it’s no secret that tumblr writers have been leaving or deactivating their blogs, especially in the last year or two. and i think the reason why is even less of a secret.

the fact that writers have to practically beg for feedback and interaction on a site where they post their works for FREE is ridiculous. the fact that most of the people who are reading and consuming these works don’t even spare 10 seconds to add a nice tag to their reblog (if they even bother to do that) is borderline enraging. this is tumblr, not instagram or twitter. likes on tumblr do nothing for the writer. i don’t care if you think that it helps them appear in the tags, or if you think that seeing yet another “___ liked your post” is encouraging to them, because it doesn’t and its not.

and speaking of likes, why is the ratio of likes to reblogs so fucking huge? and before you think i’m being dramatic, lets take a look at some of the notes from my own works.

at the time of me writing this, my one-shot, dream lover, has 821 notes. that’s pretty good right? but let’s see how many are empty likes and how many are reblogs.

769 likes.

52 reblogs.

out of those 52 reblogs, 35 of them are empty. no tag, no comment.

one of my reactions currently has 2,038 notes. you may be thinking that’s a lot, which it is and i’m incredibly thankful for how many notes i’ve gotten on it. but how many are likes and how many are reblogs?

1,924 likes.

113 reblogs.

out of those 113 reblogs, 81 of them are empty.

one of my headcanons currently has 1,110 notes.

1,069 likes.

41 reblogs.

28 of those 41 reblog are empty.

why is it so hard to reblog things and give feedback?

“oh but it won’t fit my blog theme!” if you’re so fucking concerned about what your precious tumblr blog looks like, then send an ask. they’re just as appreciated.

“i don’t know what to say tho!” we’re not asking you to be shakespeare. if you’re really that no thoughts head empty just put a keyboard smash, if nothing else.

“but i’m shy and embarrassed!” the anonymous option is there for a reason, and most writers have it turned on. being shy when you have the option of keeping your identity a secret is no excuse.

and yes, i’m aware that some writers don’t have the anon option on, which brings me to my final point.

stop. demanding.

if a writer has requests open, be a decent human being and use your manners. going into their inbox and saying “____’s reaction of this.” is no way to request something. saying please, thank you, or even “hey, could you do a reaction of _____?” is a thousand times better than just telling them what you want them to write.

writers spend hours of their time and energy to write things for you to read, and leaving an empty like is meaningless to them.

if your liked a writer’s works, reblog them and maybe add some nice fucking tags while you’re at or send an ask to them about it. because sooner or later, after so many likes and barely any interaction, more and more writers are going to leave.

stop making them desperate for any spare crumb of interaction and start leaving feedback if you love these writers so much.

Sorry I haven’t posted anything in a while. Finals. I’ll post something soon tho!

-Lucky 🐾

New theme to match my current interest ^^

my post in a long time. Gonna create a self-indulgent series for my own satisfaction as well as others who want to watch me create my own universe ^^ keep an eye out!

YASSSS

Offical art !!

IM SORRY BUT AKUTAGAWAS POSTURE 😭😭

🥰

Reblog to make the person u reblogged this from comfy n cozy

I am currently experiencing Chuuya brainrot and its getting kinda bad 💀 I might write a self-indulgent Chuuya x reader fanfic to try to keep it at bay :)

-Lucky

out of curiosity, does everyone have a certain type of character they get attached to or are urs random

Bruh I just got an NSFW bot 💀 am I the only one getting these? /gen I’m scared now 😭

This exact holiday combo post can only happen once every 33 years.

Cool book I got 😎 I’m on the first chapter and it’s pretty good so far!

Reblogging this because it took too long for me to make this one, hopefully it gains enough traction and won’t flop 💀

Drunk-Dazed: A Dazai x reader fic

Genre: Angst(?), fluff

||Welcome to my first BSD fic! I haven’t written for this fandom at all, but I was craving Dazai content, so I have decided to give it a shot! Maybe I will make more if it gets enough likes…who knows? In the fic, assume that {name} and Dazai have already been dating ^^ Also the whole fic will be from {name}’s pov. [tw for use of weapons like g*ns and katanas. Also mild-ish Cursing (if you consider it a trigger)]||

{(name)’s pov}

I never really liked parties...or huge balls at all, but here I am at a ballroom, people dressed in suits and dresses. Dancing wasn’t really my thing, so I ended up watching others dance while I was standing by the food table, Ranpo standing not that far away from me, devouring all the sweets. I can’t believe I let that maniac Dazai drag me into here. I mean, he does look quite happy. Everyone seems happy…but something feels off…

“Greetings Bella, may I have this dance?” A male voice asked. “Agh! Dazai, you scared me! Shit, well, sure! I’m not the best dancer in the world, but-“ I was caught off my him holding my icy cold hand with his rather warm ones. He exclaimed with a soft smile, “Oh, it’s fine Bella, I’m sure you’re the best dancer in this room!” “No need to be sappy my gorgeous Foxglove” I replied with a small smirk. The man was stunned, blinking twice to register what he had heard. “Foxglove? That’s a new one. I’m afraid you might beat me, Bella!” He exclaimed with a laugh. “Well, it was that or Hemlock. I thought Floxglove was better in retrospect” I explained with a nervous laugh. “Well, isn’t my Belladonna getting smart?” He said with a smile before the song ended, us bowing to each other.

Before I could thank him for the compliment, I sensed something was very off. “{name}? Is something wrong?” Dazai asked with concern. He never really used my name, unless he was being really serious like, business serious. “Ah, it’s nothing Dazai. Why don’t we get something to drink, yeah?” I asked with a smile that I forced onto my face. He looked at me with a brow raised. He then remembered our previous conversation…

[Flashback]

“I’m not sure if we should go to the party. Being stuck in a room for 3 hours? Pass” I deadpanned before handing the slightly wrinkled envelope to Dazai. “It will be fun Bella! Hmmmm…ah! How about we do a deal hm? A quid pro quo, so to speak?” He suggested with a rather concerning smile “Um…sure? Tell me the conditions first and then I’ll decide” I responded, before sitting back down on the worn out couch we got at a garage sale 3 years ago.

“How about, in exchange for you going to the ball with me, which is different from a party, we will-“ “wait, it’s a ball? I’m sorry for cutting you off, but I thought it was a party” I said in surprise “Oh no, Bella. It’s a ball, a pretty fancy one at that.” “A fancy ball? And what will I get in return?” “My love” “Don’t I get that every day?” I asked back “Fair point. I will get you takeout from [favorite fast food place]-“ “Deal. Also if you don’t mind, could I bring my katana? For safety measures” I asked. He shot me a curious expression, “Sure. Why would you want to bring it?” “Just in case anything goes wrong. The invitation looked suspicious to me.” “Ah, I see. Well then, bring it with you” He said with a nod. “Thanks. Also if I suspect anything going wrong, I’ll let you know by asking for something I wouldn’t get at parties” “Understood. I don’t blame you for questioning the invitation. I’m sure we’ll be fine though” he commented before going to get ready.

“I just want to make sure we have a way of protection, in case something does go wrong. I would hate not being able to do anything and just stand there all useless…” he paused and walked to me and embraced me in his arms, feeling my eyes water a little at the confession as well as Dazai’s comforting hug. “You’re not useless, katana or no katana. You’re one of the most strongest [woman/man/people] that I have ever known. Don’t ever think like that, okay?” He asked before kissing my forehead. “Okay. Thanks Dazai, but still, I would like to have a way to protect you. You always protect me, and I’m considering this as my payback.” “I know, just make sure you stay safe yourself, okay?” He asked, his dark brown eyes looked into my [eye color] eyes, with a fiery and burning passion, I buried my face into his chest before mumbling, “I will. I love you Dazai. I love you to infinity and back” His eyes widened a little before softly smiling and murmuring “Me too, Bella. You don’t know how much I really do love you.”

[End Flashback]

He looked at me with worry, also noticing the atmosphere change. I went back to my spot, scanning the area. Everything looked normal, except for a male who looked fairly suspicious. The second I looked away, he slipped behind the entrance door and vanished. I looked behind and noticed Dazai was talking to one of the members. Perfect! I can sneak away and see who that man is. Now all I need is my- I had my katana on my back and only now did I realize my back felt lighter than before. Shit, whoever that person was, he stole it! Fuck, now I need to find out where he is. I sighed, quickly mumbling curses before slipping out of the venue.

It was fairly cold outside, me wearing a suit and forgoing the dress was a good idea. I went to the direction the person went and then I saw a figure holding a katana. He saw me and booked it, running towards a nearby Forrest. Oh, looks like he’s getting away. Well, shit I dashed after him, and it became a cat and mouse game. I happened to be the cat this time. I timed it right and leapt at the figure and tackled them to the ground.

I noticed the figures eye color, reflecting off the moonlight. Why do they look so familiar? It’s too damn dark to see who it actually is. Damn it. I swiftly took my katana back and stood up, pointing the katana at the persons neck. “Tell me your name” I stated, sharply. “I thought you would know who I am” the figure replied with a rough cough. Ah, shit. “Akutagawa, I assume?”

“Yes, you are correct” he responded dryly. “Surprised to see you here. Why all the rush though? The party was just getting started.” I asked with a sly smirk. “Well, you see- Rashomon!” He yelled, seeing the all to familiar thing dart at me. I dodged it and when it attacked me again, I deflected it with my katana. “Nice try, Akutagawa. You’re going to have to try harder to kill me though and get my katana” I teased before swiftly dodging another attack.

“I guess I will give it my all then” He replied before he attacked, the monster darting at me, snapping its mouth. I dodge a few times before one of his hits grazed me and gave me a scratch. It’s just a scratch, even so, Dazai will kill me. I mentally sigh before dodging another attack. I attempted to make a hit before he flung me and I fell into a bush. I quickly got up and dodged again. I wonder where Dazai i- my thoughts got cut off by the sound of footsteps, more like shoes running toward me “{name}! Are you okay?” Dazai asked, his voice full of concern. “Yeah, just got a small scratch” I said holding my arm and wincing in between my labored breathing pattern.

I heard the ruffling of leaves and before I knew it, the port mafia members surrounded us. Shit I mumbled something, getting into my fighting stance. “Looks like we got company, Dazai” I mumbled removing my hand and pacing it on the handle of my weapon. “I’ll try to make this quick” I said with a small laugh.

I heard a gunshot and quickly deflected the bullet, it hitting a nearby tree. “Well, what do you think we should do {name}?” Dazai mumbled “I say let’s book it back, we need to let the others know” I responded with a small smile. “Good idea Bella. I know I can count on you. Alright We book it on three. One…” I noticed the members getting closer. “Two….” I grip my katana handle tighter, my heart racing. “three” Dazai temporarily disabled them before we both dashed towards the venue, the mafia members vision being clouded with dust.

While we ran out of the forest and toward the ballroom place, Dazai noticed the injury I had “I’ll…take…care…of…that…later” Dazai said between breaths. I quickly looked behind me and Akutagawa was about it hit Dazai before I interfered and got hit instead. “DAZAI! GO!” I yelled to him “I’ll catch up! Don’t worry!” I yelled before I almost got hit by an attack. Dazai looked back at me and said “No, I’m not leaving you behind, especially after that injury you got” he stated before getting our opponent off of me. “We should get going, we can talk later” I murmured before bolting to the place, Dazai nodded and followed right behind me.

[two hours after the party. Dazai and {name}’s house]

The fight that Dazai and I had to do was fairly rough, but with the help of the others, it was over fast. The ball had ended an hour after we fought them off. Dazai and I had decided to go back to our quarters early. Dazai has been at it at my injuries for 20 minutes. “You need to be more careful when you fight, Bella” Dazai mumbled after finishing wrapping up my wounds. “Akutagawa has gotten speedier than the last time I or anyone I see has fought him” I defended, crossing my arms in mock anger. “My Bella is mad, oh what ever shall I do?” He asked dramatically. I laughed and playfully shoved him in response. It was moments like these that made life all the more better.

Before I knew it, the clock struck midnight and I was on our shared bed. Dazai was writing something in a journal while I was reading a book. I closed my book, using an old store receipt as a book mark. “Dazai, do you know why he chased me?” I asked, glancing at the man who was laying down, sprawled out like a cat. “He probably wants something from you, that all I know.” He replied with a yawn. “Okay Mr. Whiskers” I joked before he pulled me down onto the bed, my head hitting the soft pillow. “I need to turn off the lights Da-“ “It’s okay Bella, I got it” Dazai interrupted before turning off the lights. “Goodnight, my Bella” He mumbled before burying his face onto my neck, causing me to laugh. “Goodnight my beautiful Foxglove” I said before kissing his head.

That night, the two of us fell asleep to the flaps of the curtain and the soft glow of the moon. A small reminder that even through darkness, there will always be a light, and one can hope that that light will never dim.

||Hello! That’s the end of my very long Dazai x reader fanfic! I would say it’s about 1k words (more or less)! I hope y’all enjoyed and an Eren x reader fic is on the making! Keep your eyes peeled for that!||

hi if you’re a Greta fan and a terf please just block me I don’t wanna talk to y’all

reblog if you’re a lesbian who supports bi girls, a bi girl who supports lesbians, or if you want all wlw to have a nice day

I saw a bug crawling on my finger and I’m close to crying, I hate bugs 😭 It probably flew away from me waving my hand frantically and screeching 💀 I’m scared now