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Sally Face
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Sally Face
i have to do more doodles around the pages cuz it looks so empptyyyy grrrr 〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰
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Skk angst scenarios that live in my head rent free tho I have no time/courage to write them as a whole fic (Part 2):
Tw: Ptsd, implied/mentioned torture, panic attack symptoms, iatrophobia (fear of doctors)
Decided to put Chuuya through it this time . Enjoy :>
(1/2)
Chuuya wakes up from corruption the first time (after all the events of SB) and finds himself in a hospital bed.
His eyes are hazy as he tries to scan the room, blurred by anesthesia. It's all white, frantic shadows casting along. His own breath is loud, clouding the mask he's wearing. The urge to go back to sleep is strong, but he clings to consciousness, tries to make sense of things-
He chokes when he spots a figure in a white coat leaning over the bed.
It's a man- dark haired and soft-voiced. And because he can't see past the length of his arm, he's faceless.
The heart monitor's beeps are frantic and grate on his senses, and Chuuya can't even twitch. The oxygen mask has turned translucent, the clouds stiff and condencing faster than they should. He can't breathe- he can't-
"Chuuya-kun. You're in Mori's infirmary, my infirmary. There is nothing to fear."
The faceless figure says, and Chuuya wants to believe it, so he tries to squint his eyes, make out any features, but it's impossible with the heart desperate to beat out of his chest, the labcoat and latex gloves towering over him.
"Chuuya-kun, can you hear me? It's okay. You are safe."
He knows he should be. It's his boss, the man he'd pledged his loyalty for. He knows there is no reason for him to think otherwise. There is no threat of him getting dissected, torn up, burnt, or tied down like some monster but still-- still...
He's terrified, he's so fucking terrified and he can't help it.
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←Part 1 - Part 2.2→
I didn't say you could
take your eyes off me!!
Close up of his sunset eyes
i dont know how to caption this
bootifol boi :D
Violinist Dazai
OOC: I went in about 5 different directions with this, I had no idea what I was doing while rendering lol
The background looks goofy o-o
Also I’ve never drawn a violin in my life so if it’s off, I do apologize 😓
i desperately need the public consensus on this
reblog for larger sample size