Soukoku Week Day 4: Memento Mori/[Once again, I chase my wish that slips through]
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Soukoku Week Day 4: Memento Mori/[Once again, I chase my wish that slips through]
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SKK Week: Day 1 – Sartorialism
NAKAHARA CHUUYA: i want to live, even if it’s just a little longer. there are still so many things in my head that i want to write on paper. however, my presence here right now is an outrageous mistake. depending on the circumstances, perhaps my presence here is not an existence any longer.
I really wanted to participate in this day, sadly I was late, so sorry about that. The authors real cloth-style looked really good in Harukawa’s illustration, I really wanted to give it a try as well. This was a good opportunity.
Riko!!
I don’t who was in charge of the Aqours job set but: thank you.
Mafia Boss Dazai AU
Click here to read the accompanying fic, written by @kurapls
Happy birthday, @myboynagito!! Hope you liked it ^^
103.4
A little something for Risa~ Based off of her beautiful gif that can be found here.
The air buzzed with the lingering tension and heat of the argument that finally died down to a low simmer. Dazai had walked away into the bedroom, and no longer wishing to have to gaze upon his idiotic partner’s face, Chuuya plopped down onto the couch and brought the back of his hand against his burning forehead.
The two argued frequently; it was not an unusual turn of events for them to sleep separately to cool off and take time to recompose their thoughts, but this was different. Chuuya could feel a heaviness in the air that seemed to suffocate him like the thickness of Yokohama’s summer humidity. The gently blowing ceiling fan did little to alleviate the weight that seemed to crush the air from his lungs and render him motionless on the couch.
Trying to recompose his breathing, Chuuya sprawled on the couch. Perhaps Dazai had been right that he hadn’t been taking care of his health as carefully as he should have been, but on the other hand, if the lazy brunet actually pulled his weight when it came to the piles of work they had to complete, he wouldn’t be lying on the couch feeling like his insides were on fire, threatening to swallow him whole in a burning inferno.
He felt like his head was spinning. A prick of alarm shot through his system at the sensation when the beeping of the thermometer dragged him back to his senses. Chuuya pulled out the device from between his lips, glassy blue eyes staring down at his recorded temperature.
103.4°F
The redhead let out a groan, faced with the undeniable truth that he had indeed come down fever despite the sweltering summer heat that surrounded the city like a thick blanket. His irritation only grew when he realized Dazai had noticed long before he had himself.
Determined to sleep it off, Chuuya curled up into himself. Being ill would only make it more difficult to deal with Dazai’s irritating antics.
His brief slumber was interrupted by the couch slightly dipping as Dazai curled up around him in the crammed space they now had to share.
Chuuya opened his eyes, but didn’t stir and kept his back turned against the intruding body.
Cold arms pulled him closer, and Chuuya instinctively drew into the refreshingly cold embrace, a stark contrast to his own temperature as his body radiated heat.
Dazai gently nudged Chuuya’s side, wrapping an arm around his ribcage while with the other, ran his hand through the silky auburn hair, urging the other to turn around and face him.
A sigh escaped the redhead’s lips, but eventually, he complied and shifted around, burying his face against the brunet’s cool neck while wrapping his arms around Dazai’s sides.
Dazai didn’t say much as he pulled Chuuya’s discarded coat over his petite figure and placed an arm around his shoulders, pulling him even closer.
“You’ll get worse without some kind of blanket,” was the gentle explanation murmured into his hair.
The next statement seemed as if it was only for Dazai to hear, as if he was talking to himself. A low, quiet whisper.
“Chuuya being sick drives me crazy.”
The tension of their argument slowly melted away. Dazai never verbally apologized, and neither did Chuuya, but in being partners for the duration of time that they had been, the two managed to reach a silent understanding and communicated such intimate thoughts without the use of words. The tenderness of Dazai’s embrace as well as the comforting arm draped over his figure spoke for themselves; the brunet’s silent way of apologizing.
Chuuya’s lack of words didn’t concern the brunet. Just the fact that he let the taller man squeeze onto the couch with him was enough for Dazai to be content.
The sound of rain pattering against the window as well as the comfort of the brunet’s presence slowly lulled Chuuya back to sleep, his breathing matching Dazai’s own; legs tangled together, and the quiet wind of the ceiling fan blew a refreshing breeze across their bodies during a warm summer night in the heart of Yokohama.

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XII: The hanged man. “It’s a card of pause, it is not negative in itself, this card represents the moment you take to see your options and decide on a path to take.”
For @miss-intention ‘s BSD Tarot cards project!
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Je ne puis m'attacher qu'à ceux qui m'élèvent.
François Mitterand
“I can only attach myself to the ones who elevate me.”
(via thecview)
them: u can’t just cut away ppl like that
me: snip snip
“We lock up the moment into this ring A flash of light in the finger we want to always gaze at”.

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Be careful with your wishes)
outsider :
drawing kageyama=instant stress relief