On Tonights 1am Episode Of Lets Hurt Some Anime Fans!! We Have, Drumroll Please

on tonight’s 1am episode of “Let’s Hurt Some Anime Fans!!” we have, drumroll please… 🥁 🥁

skk fans (that’s right, it’s y’all’s turn) this one is more specifically for the Chuuya stans (it’s me, hi)

imagine Chuuya scream-singing this song after find out Dazai left the Port Mafia and him

you’re welcome xoxo

my handle is languortears !! ignore the one fic on there that’s forever unfinished 💀

okay y’all i have a ✨thought✨

what if, whenever atsushi regenerates, he’s physically fine but for some reason, his body still feels the pain of the wound he received??

like immediately after it happens, he’s fine if not a bit more tired than usual.

and then he wakes up the morning after and the afflicted limb (it’s the leg. you KNOW i mean the leg i mean come on, it’s practically a bright red target atp) is just screaming in pain.

and eventually the pain starts to ease up and he’s able to function again but he’s still left with flair ups sometimes and just general chronic pain.

again: especially the leg i mean SERIOUSLY THAT POOR LIMB-

but yeah basically chronic pain atsushi. (totally not in the process of writing a one shot for this with a sprinkling of sskk)

anyway, thoughts? feelings? helpful commentary?

okay y’all i have a ✨thought✨

what if, whenever atsushi regenerates, he’s physically fine but for some reason, his body still feels the pain of the wound he received??

like immediately after it happens, he’s fine if not a bit more tired than usual.

and then he wakes up the morning after and the afflicted limb (it’s the leg. you KNOW i mean the leg i mean come on, it’s practically a bright red target atp) is just screaming in pain.

and eventually the pain starts to ease up and he’s able to function again but he’s still left with flair ups sometimes and just general chronic pain.

again: especially the leg i mean SERIOUSLY THAT POOR LIMB-

but yeah basically chronic pain atsushi. (totally not in the process of writing a one shot for this with a sprinkling of sskk)

anyway, thoughts? feelings? helpful commentary?

just finished season 3 of The Magnus Archives.

i am in love and unwell and chemically rewritten and emotionally eviscerated.

this podcast is The Corruption and I am Jane Prentiss. it consumes my every waking thought now, i’m drawing art for it, plotting fics, creating outfits based on the characters/entities, designing crochet pieces for it.

i fear i may never shut up about this podcast now. meet the newest entity everyone, The Yapping.

once again, i’m going to combine my two fixations (bsd and tma)

let’s talk chuuya. (disclaimer: i have not read stormbringer)

after his years spent in the lab, i feel like chuuya would despise the idea of being controlled, of not having full autonomy of himself. he would be revulsed at the idea of being puppeteered.

but he would choose The Web, despite his deep-rooted dislike of everything it stands for.

why?

because the being inside him, this god like power, is drawn to The Desolation like a moth to a flame. he can feel it inside of him, craving to destroy, to send any and every spark of life or potential it comes across up into a brilliant pillar of flames. it doesn’t want the heat. or the warmth. or the brilliant colors. it just wants to destroy without discrimination. it wants to be let loose to rage.

so chuuya, in spite of his misgivings and the screaming god inside of him, willingly hands himself over to The Web, knowing that it hates The Desolation and vise versa almost as much as he hates the uncontrollable power inside of him.

and so he sits with The Web. quiet, patient, and a little on edge. and he listens and learns, lets The Web teach him how to spin and weave so he can smother this god inside of him, burning with the desire to destroy, inside of a tightly wound cocoon of thin spider silk. and maybe, just maybe, he hopes that flame will suffocate.

time to combine two of my fixations rq

look me dead in the eyes and tell me that Atsushi Nakajima wouldn’t serve The Vast.

i can see him loving the wide open space of the sky or the sea or space, absolutely nothing there but his god as he’s constantly floating or free falling, it’s exhilarating and makes his heart pound and it’s pure ecstasy to him. there is no past to haunt him, no need to keep fighting to be good, no need to constantly prove himself, no incessant worry that he’s not enough. he doesn’t have to do anything, or fight anyone, or meet some impossibly high expectation set for him. he can simply be and exist. it’s just him and his god. he’s not sure where he ends and his god begins, and he doesn’t think he cares anyway, he just knows he is utterly surrounded by his god and that in the middle of its infinite vastness, he is insignificant and meaningless. compared to his god, the meager time span of his life is incomparable. it means nothing. he means nothing, and he relishes in it. allows himself to just let go.