I Only Have Like Two WIPs How Do People Always Manage To Have So Many LMAOfor Those Curious;

I only have like two WIPs how do people always manage to have so many LMAO for those curious;

"In love with tradgedy"

"Through the mud and into the blood"

( and of course, "Written In my Pages, Between each Universe" )

can you tell I like dark titles

Thanks for the tag @diary-ofamadwoman !! ✨

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

antemortem

with me, disaster finds a playfield

foiled fables redux

chuudazai bitching oneshot

grimdark fairytale shit

fyozai soulmates au but not really hehe

domestic skk but one of them is dead

decay of angels dazai pt 2 baybeee

Tagging: @darke-faerie @mothboypoison @ohhcinnybuns @twinksintrees @flyolai-brainrot @written-in-my-pages @that-one-raccoon @iamthemess

"Always?" (one shot)

I already posted this on A03, but I want to post it to Tumblr as well!

Content warnings: death/talk of death, character death

Summary: Dazai's stuck in a time loop, and chuuya promises him something probably impossible.

(link to A03 here)

Work below :D

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365 days in a year.

365 days that dazai has been stuck in this time loop of the world constantly dying on repeat. Everything happens the same, each day, each time.

And it's not fun. As much as dazai craves death—the feeling of killing himself impounded in his brain so much so that he might believe that one day this loop will stop—he actually fears it now.

Not just the feeling of death, impending doom, but of losing that one close friend he's seen in each loop, each day on repeat.

Dazai dosent think chuuya knows he's in a loop. Hell, maybe this is all some sort of fucked up simulation for dazais own personal torture.

"have you ever felt like we're stuck like this? In these bodies, someday to rot—or apparently boil, according to the meteor nearing earth." chuuya asks one loop in particular, giving dazai hope that maybe chuuyas in this with loop him.

"I've felt that countless of times in my life." Dazai would respond that one loop, looking up as the meteor catches fire, entering the earth's atmosphere.

"really? chuuya hums, sitting with dazai on the ledge of a building, watching the sky rain ash and become red from the heat.

"Yeah. Too many times." Dazai says, voice cracking as the meteor gets closer. He's He's sick of this loop. This loop of pain and never being able to see the real chuuya again. . .

"Chuuya?' Dazai asks, watching as chuuya leans closer to him; he didn't want to be alone.*

"Can you promise me that we'll meet in every world?" Dazai entangles his hand in chuuyas hair, knocking the redheads hat off, which flies into the gnarly winds.

"sure, mackerel. Promise."

The meteor finally greets the earth's surface, the boiling, scorching feeling dazai has felt too many times now—become familiar with it, almost—caressing he and chuuyas bodies as the world goes to flames.

A tear runs down chuuyas cheek silently and he turns to dazai more, nuzzling against him.

"see you in another life, 'samu." chuuya mumbles.

"See you, chuuya."

And everything goes dark, a searing dark that tears and bites at dazai and chuuyas skin. One dazai has felt too many times now.

Goodbye, world. See you in the next loop.

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Idk why, but i've always liked the idea of time loops / having to repeat your life- idk, it just entertains me that you'd have to see the same thing happening over and over until "the end"--if there is one, anyway.

hhehehhe long time no see-

...okay, I will not lie, I KIND OFFFF forgot about "Written in my pages". I haven't been writing ANYTHING lately, as depression is literally engulfing my every move and absorbing my will to live each day.

I've been trying to write but all that comes out is poetry bro wtf

anyway. I'll be back to writing my fic (and re-making a fic called A story never published. it's old and I hate how I wrote it--theres really shitty stereotypes in it, too.) whenever it is that depression loosens its hold on me.

love yourself and others. stay hydrated.

Hey, hello!

Call me Zachariah! (or Zach/Zachary)

I'm autistic, and my posting schedule is "whenever I want" so. 😭

I'm a horror/robot/murder enthusiast, but my current hyperfixation is anything sea related (well, more specifically, sea monsters).

I write/read/draw (I mainly draw ngl lol) ((EDIT: ART ACCOUNT HAS BEEN CHANGED TO MY STUDIO NAME <33))

Find me on other socials! A03 here , Caard here !

"Written in my pages, between each Universe" (which is an ongoing series; part two is called "the story lives on") Is the main thing I will post about on this account....hence my username lol, BUT I'm working on other fics, such as "I am no angel, but I am your saviour"

I ramble about anything possible. Whatever comes to mind will be posted, really. Or updates about my fanfictions!

Never be shy to interact! I love posting interactions with you all! <3

Stay hydrated! you are loved, be strong for me!

I need the context of this one 👀 "Stupid fucking double black and their doomed having asses"

heheh

That one is referring to a idea of an apocalypse AU, where Dazai's secretly a zombie-human-mutant and forced to wear a gasmask to conceal his identity. Chuuya's immune (Ellie from TLOU style) but he can't tell Dazai; he dosen't know Dazai's part zombie, even.

( p.s, this could refer to two different things I wrote; either my apocalypse au idea or my ghost Dazai idea where Dazai dies and chuuya can't be nullified; Dazai's forced to watch corruption take over Chuuya--the OG idea down below :D )

i <3 tragic stories

Silly thing :D

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

In love with tragedy

Through the mud and into the blood

SSKK depression

"Stupid fucking double black and their doomed having asses" (literally the title of the Google doc idea)

@anticidic , @sing-to-me-sweet-temptations (shh. not my other blog at all. shhhh.)