nauseous nautical

proof of humanity

him bc yaoiful week

☆ “Do you understand, Chuuya? Your soul is nothing more than a program of 2383 lines of code, that some researches thought up on a whim.”

based on this tweet

by the time chuuya's integrated into the mafia, the dog is old and gray. he still whines at the bedroom door. and he will probably continue to do so until he physically can't anymore, till he grows too weak to walk the house and check the windows and doors every night before bed. till he resigns himself to the (too) little dog bed that chuuya handpicked for him and dreams of his kids smile and voice before he dozes. even in rest, loyalty is a hard thing to put down.

Keep thinking about the similarities and differences between Dazai's living conditions and Chuuya's living conditions, but how at the end of the day, they both just...don't know how to live. Even Verlaine looks around and asks how/why Dazai lives in the middle of nowhere and in a container, clearly pointing out that it's unusual but Dazai just shrugs it off. Chuuya has his desk in the middle of the room facing his bed when desks are usually in corners or against walls or facing a window but his is pointed at his bed. Meanwhile Dazai's is facing the wall. You walk into either of these rooms and wonder who lives there because you glean no personality or interests from them and wouldn't expect them to be where two teenagers make their homes. And there's something uniquely sad about that fact.

(not my art btw)

Oh viktor arcane

We have a manga adaptation of STORM BRINGER !!!

butch miku saved my life