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Hello~!!

I wanted to share a bit of the stuff I work on, because... I don't know I'm bored.

So this will most likely just mainly be some Poetry, Fanart, or other random anime related stuff I create.

I'd say my favorite anime is bungo stray dogs, though it's been a while, a few rewatches, rereads and now it's my personality. You can always find out new things about the characters, the story, the psychological aspects of the show and I wouldn't just call it an anime/manga by now.

It's more of a story to which I dedicated my life. So it's likely most of the posts will be inspired by it.

About me (bsd related):

fav. Male Characters: Chuuya, Ranpo, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Fyodor

fav. Female Characters: Kyouka, Yosano, Teruko, Gin, Higuchi, Kouyou, Lucy

fav. Ships: Suegiku, Ranpoe, Rimlaine, Fyolai, Soukoku, Higugin, Shin Soukoku

fav. Rarepair: kouyou x yosano (i know kouyou is most likely caedosexual or just despises romantic interactions but it's cute and they're hot okay)

Top Kins: Nikolai, Dazai, Tecchou, Fyodor, Ranpo (nikolai, dazai and fyodor i need help)

Males I simp for: Tecchou, Chuuya

Females I simp for: Yosano, Gin, Kouyou, Teruko, Higuchi

Characters I despise: I hate no character, they're all a work of art and well writting in my opinion, but fuck you Fukuchi

Ranking Organizations:

Poetry about Boredom cuz I'm Bored :3

Overwhelmed and Underchallenged

Boredom devouring me

Its killer been pornography

So tiring, my eyes are sore

I don't feel a thing anymore

A spark of joy, no, dopamine

Disguised as holy medicine

But don't you touch, it's decoration

Cruelty denies you tasting

Now I hunt, I need, I starve

I'll take a shot right through my heart

The sound and flash the smoke and light

Reminds me of a previous time

A kid, it's smiling, 8 years old

Jumping around in dirty clothes

Through mud and warming summer rain

No memory of this remaining

It won't hold on, my mind and head

Are tired, I'm indifferent

What do I do when I'm not aware

Of what my heart and soul prefer

To say I suffer, would that be a lie?

When I don't hold on and I don't try?

When it's fine looking back at the "torment"

But hell right inside this moment

Boredom devouring me

It's hard to say if I'm still breathing

Can't define, can't say it'll be exactly as before

I don't feel a thing anymore

More singing <3

This is just another shorter version of the previous one

First time writing about myself... kinda nervous

My crusty singing is back 🥰

Been bored lately, again, so I've been singing old lyrics I've wrote, again...

Made a little Song <3

I had these lyrics in my head so I wrote them down, got 'inspired' by the rhyme scheme of the outro of "Poison" from Hazbin Hotel, and yea....

It's about two of my OC's, my lyrics, my photography, my melody... yes that's mine and I want wanted to share it <3

A Poem inspired by Chuuya or Dazai

I'll leave it up for interpretation

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Vestige

You hide what you believe you are

And paint your facade tainted color

Convince yourself it's justified

Another layer swallowed by a mask, devouring light

A lamb forced into wolf's disguise

No air coming through holes, too tight

When they won't align with what you're holding

You're yet too small to wear such things

But you never got rid of it

You grow until it doesn't fit

You'll buy the newest, the prettiest

Another coat for a crowded closet

And sweat, your body soaked in salt

As if underneath your skin rests mold

Your fingers, slender, inhuman gestalt

And you're to blame for them getting cold

Bristly fur has become your skin

Dirty wool pulled over your body again

So close to a win

A lie, what kind of pretty sin

Bring peace, bring silence to yourself

Body and soul escaping this hell

When your mind shuts down, golden but hollow

A crown is stolen, one you swore to only borrow

When it never was your will to rule

If only this world would've been less cruel

Perhaps then

This horror might have found it's end

Poetry (and I don't know what it's inspired by)

Pastel Palette

Can't you see this gorgeous way

My heart is glittering in a bluish shade

But you never favored blue, instead

You've always liked the color red

Its darkest hue, you also see

So I'll paint myself in the color I bleed

And you'll still look past these black hands

At least now I match the place I stand

Drawing again <3

Bold of you to assume i can't draw hands. I just don't like drawing them (the aesthetic of this is so good it was even fun to do it)

Idk I love Tgcf and i just redrew my favorite art I FUCKING LOVE THEM I NEEEEEEEED THE LIGHT NOVELSSSSS now pls .....

Soukoku inspired Poem <3

Hallowed

Shackles tying limbs and chest

Chain my body to the floor

Screaming, crying, sobbing mess

No sound, no hope, my throat is sore

Tender fingers, caressing cheeks

Sliding up and down my jaw

As they linger, pulling me

Back into reality, oh no

These slender hands, I'm so naive

Withdrawal, but I can't get enough

Don't understand, I watch them leave

Out of my body from above

Blink of an eye and scars appear

And they look gorgeous, as I said

Out of sight, the hate you wear

On the face I'm not worthy of looking at

But It's my fault, always mine

This softness of a hand is smeared

With gore and blood, so sweet divine

An angel learned how to be feared

A killing weapon, you were made

So precious filled with innocence

Oh, what happened, flew away

When humans taught you violence

Drawing cuz I'm bored<3

(Me doing anything but drawing hands)

Beast!Dazai inspired Song/Poem <3

Ruinous

Knowledge is a form of sin

From the beginning you knew everything

'Bout how the end is no beginning

But it seems like you are winning

Seems like all you never wanted

Is exactly what has been

And what you feared when you were smaller

Now is what you are becoming

As you walk forward, catch a glimpse

Your eyes, in blood they're mirroring

Looking gray just like your skin is

Like that pretty empty syringe

You may are bound lose your smile

But there's a plan and that's within

Because your heart tells better lies

Than any knife, gun or sling could