#rottedfigs

im glad !!!! making it fixes something in mine <3

and dazai is stood directly behind him, silently peering over his shoulder to watch him with creased brows, before he leans forward to snatch the pen out of his fingers and hold it hostage, moving swiftly to be sat next to him instead and spinning the notebook until it sits in front of him. one, two, three ... so on and so forth, dazai counts at least ten daggers, but he's ignoring the statement. for good measure, he draws his own little S with a flair, expertly executed next to megumi's first attempts, where the lines don't properly match up. “ you suck at drawing those. ”

"sometimes i wonder if i should eat you." she means that literally. no innuendo here. "i eat bad men. i'm still deciding if you're bad, sometimes. we'll have to see, yes? i will miss you, though. if i have to eat you."

"i don't need YOU to tell me that-- that whatever the fuck i'm feeling is justified or reasonable." the first four words she spat out could stand alone, she thinks - as much as tzipporah feels like a monster for thinking it. but sometimes, it all boils over. "you know what, enough. okay. enough, malachi. okay? you - you know something? you were created to fuck with us. there's us - there's me, zelda, and orpheus, and there's YOU. that's all. do you get that? you're our sibling, but you're not our brother. and the only reason you are here is because we were sure you'd fucking rat on us to THEM if we left you behind. you get that? so fuck you, and fuck you for thinking you know anything about how i'm feeling."

she took a step closer to the grisha and cupped his face gently in her scarred palms. her thumb grazed over his cheekbone while her other hand brushed loose strands away from his face. in that moment, all was quiet. her voice came as a whisper only meant to be shared between just the two of them even though the room was otherwise empty expect for the tailor and fabrikator. “ take all the time you need. i will wait here a lifetime and more if it means hearing nothing but your voice. ” genya’s face morphed into a mask of seriousness before she added on. “ however, i must be completely honest with you, david. ” she paused for dramatic effect and in that short span of time her lips pulled up into a teasing grin. “ much of what you tell me often goes over my head. saints know i try to understand it all, i swear, i do try. ”

"oh, thank you fushiguro." she is surprised, the little bouquet tied with a pretty bow looks lovely - akari still makes a mental note to check if the first years have broken something and she has not been made aware of yet. "let's go find a vase so i can put them on my desk."

STARTER , @rottedfigs

"well, y-y-you're my friend. so. of course i am." a little hum, glowing fingertips held up close to the gash on his forehead, illuminating both of their faces in her dark kitchen. she had him perch up on the counter - which doesn't make sense, because solveig has to press up on her tiptoes to heal him properly. but that's okay. she never minds this. never minds when he comes stumbling in, injured or exhausted. or just to hang out with her. it's nice, having friends. it still makes her ANXIOUS, the worry of an ulterior motive still lingers in the back of her mind to the point of tears. but it's lessening with him, as time goes on. solveig thinks he's her best friend, if someone had to ask. she glances up at his face, raising a brow. "i don't understand how you get - get - get yourself in...into these situations. but - but at least you'll always have me. you-you gonna stay the night? y-you can. we ca-can have a sleepover. and i dunno if i - if i can fix concussions, so i think you should."