Finla2 - ☆ Written By Alex G ☆

Not that anyone cares, but, about Dazai and sh

In the BSD game there is nothing beneath Dazai's bandages, but thats bones and at this point I don't trust this studio

I believe this could be as much for aesthetics as there really must be scars, he is suicidal and has worked in the mafia, he certainly knows the vital points of a wrist, etc

In the case of his neck, I believe there were just bruises from times he may have tried to hang himself, in recent chapters - at least in the anime, from what I've seen - there's nothing on his neck

I already said about his arms, as shown in the manga and anime, he is concentrated where there must be vital points, like suicidal, he must have tried something

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An Attempt To An Intro (I guess)

-even tho it's new account still call me finla, please and thank you

-trans ftm he/them 🏳️‍⚧️✨️

-bisexual/pansexual/omnisexual (I have no clue anymore.)

-bisexual

-minor (13-17)

-free Palestine 🇵🇸

-i love reading, drawing, anime, sharks, cats, racoon (tho I don't live in America so idrk how they are irl)

favourite shows/fandoms: atyd (maruaders), bsd, mha (sorta), moomins, six of crows, sherlock (bbc), helluva boss, hazbin hotel, heartstopper, the case study of Vantias, mtp (ish), doctor who, probs more, I can't think of anymore right now lol, feel free to recommend, same with music

favourite music artists/bands: Mitski, Cavetown, The Smiths, alex g, Radiohead, Nirvana, David Bowie, Will Wood, Crystal castles, Yealokre, Deftones, Korn, again there's more and I'll add in the future :)

-please no NSFW or anything like that

-please don't send me donation asks

will vent in my posts, this will include: self harm, eating disorders (not diagnosed), mental breakdowns, ranting, parents, school, anxiety, self hate

i will occasionally post my artwork, not the best but I need to put it somewhere 🤷‍♂️. it'll mostly be maruaders and bsd fanart (if I remember)

my question box is always open

fat girls are hella pretty reblog if you agree

death - january 4th - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 191

"Oh....holy...Salazar," Sirius murmurs, face completely alight with glee as he stands at Regulus's door.

Regulus wants to skin him alive. "Shut up," he orders, hands shaking and heart pounding with terror. "It's not what you think, it's-"

"It's not that you're lovingly sketching a picture of my shirtless best friend?" Sirius demands, still smirking happily.

And that's exactly what it is. Regulus had been so completely immersed in sketching James Potter in all of his annoying perfection that he hadn't heard Sirius knock or enter his room. And now...he has no explanation to offer him.

"You like him," Sirius states, chuckling.

Regulus knows that his one weakness is his brother. That for some reason, Sirius is the only person who can see through his immaculate poker face. So instead of lying, he says venomously, "I will ensure you have a gruesome, painful, drawn-out death if you tell a soul, Sirius, I swear to Mer-"

"What if I said he likes you too?" Sirius interrupts casually, sitting on Regulus's bed and smiling like Christmas has come early.

Immediately, Regulus turns to him, defensiveness and fury changing to hesitant curiosity. "Tell me more."

tumblr isn't a social media it's actually my bed and u all are my plushies watching me talk to myself

James: What's you lots favourite childhood memory? Sirius: The day Walburga almost used the Avada on me but missed. Sirius: She hit Orion instead. Regulus: Oh I remember that. Mine's the day mother hurt herself after breaking that vase. Regulus, smiling: And then tried punished us for it. Sirius, grinning: Oh yeah that was good— Remus: My favourite childhood memory is my back not hurting for more than ten minutes. James: James: I shouldn't have asked... Peter:...Should I say mine now?

TW VENT

So basically, I'm js gonna start from the beginning. this Wednesday that js went I came home from school put the kettle on to make tea blah blah blah, but then I look round and fucking see MY SCISSORS AND PLASTER BOX. so then I'm panicking, feeling violently sick and i go up stairs, cry little, wash my face. my mum tells me to do my hw and just sits in front of me the whole time and then I go to put everything away and leave but she fucking tells me to stay and talks to me abt how my sister burst into tears the other day in class because I told her my intrusive thought abt cutting my neck (I'm an idiot ik) but I even told her it was an INTRUSIVE THOUGHT. so yeah. and then she was asking if I want to die, I lied obviously. then she started guilt tripping me, so basically my friend had cancer (she's not anymore) and my mum asked me if my friend knew, I said yes and she was like, "imagine how she feels, she's been fighting for her life, and you've been damaging yours!". I mean, fair enough, but GOD. yeah. I'm gonna kms, oh wait no I can't. they've taken everything from me and apparently have been looking in my "secret" place for *months* now.

hahahaha, I'm doing great 👍