11 Works by urgirl_chxr
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The hand shook
(My hands clasped)
And black splattered
(Around it's throat)
The world spun
(Crimson spilled over it's lips)
The Sun dimmed
(My vision grew dark)
/ Or poetry about artists, paintings and suicide . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁
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- Part 1 of Echoes of a broken voice
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❦︎ °࿐ ࿔
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟,𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡
❦︎ °࿐ ࿔
/Or a collection of edgy poems i cooked up at school -_-
Series
- Part 2 of Echoes of a broken voice
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The Reaper scrutinized the creature, devilishly daint features smooth as a blank mask.
It was always when one was unimaginably close to their deepest desire did they fear it."Go" came the meaningless syllables spilling out of his lips, voice cracked with disuse, "and never turn back, might i hunt you down if you dare."
Silence followed, suffocating like a misty fog. Death wondered if he had taken the correct decision. Could fate have turned out better, had he not been there to interfere? Yet Tartarus without Hades was as absurd as a King without a Queen.
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In which a fallen angel and Death meet, things end in a disaster, and Death grives.- Language:
- English
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- 1,342
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
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With these deathly tears (discontinued) by urgirl_chxr
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
13 Feb 2025
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Dazai sets out on a self mission dedicated to uncovering remnants of his past, filling in the gaps between his unstable memories.
Encountering someone from said past, luring an innocent civilian and planting chaos seemed to be an everyday gamble.
Until it wasn't.(I swear I'll come up with a better summary once I finish this work ToT )
(Okay this is probably discontinued sorry!) -
When I'm away from you, I'm happier than ever by urgirl_chxr
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
30 Dec 2024
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Drawing out his family jewels from the warm comfort of the latter's mouth, he pressed a gloved finger to his lips. No effort has been made to remove those satin gloves, highlighting how lowly he thought of the brunette. Of this version of Dazai.
He was entranced and disgusted by the plague known as Dazai Osamu. Dazai's disease had infected his body, spreading through his veins, further destroying the rotten heart in his ribcage. And he would avenge his body, trapped by the confines of the Demon's infection.
A lewd moan followed, one gloved finger circling his rim, teasing and torturing.
Even the dark couldn't conceal the silver glistening around the brunette's entrance, arousal paired with burning pain
───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────Beast chuuya meets original dazai, which turns out to be one of the worst moments of his life.
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They drew closer with each flirting step, their bodies swaying like waves, until gloved fingers crept around his waist, rubbing against the fabric of his dress. A familiar warmth burned gently against his skin, the heat of Chuuya's presence.
Chuuya was his sun
He was soaring in Chuuya's embrace, flying high and alive in the sky with newfound wings.
He was free, free from the streets of Aomori, free from the shackles of the mafia, free from the concepts of life and death.
He was nothing, and everything
Until an arrow was shot straight in his heart and his wings failed, until everything went still and their symphony died. He was falling, falling into the confines of the empty darkness which awaited him.
All he could see was black.
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He had never performed a real surgery before except stitches, but he had seen enough to know. Besides, there was never really a choice, he had come to realize, as his fingers wrapped around the knife with unfamiliar skill.
Just a doll on strings.Even his own body betrayed him.
A laugh bubbled in his throat, which came out shaky and alarmed, and more like a wheeze. Something burned in the pit of his stomach, as though he were committing something illegal.
Which he probably was, but hadn't he already a huge crime list to show he didn't care? Why is it that at that particular moment, as the lights blared at him, he felt the need to run and hide?
Coward, a voice hissed at him.
Do it yourself then, he snapped back.
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Chuuya watched these memories flash by, eyes closed as he relished old times. No matter how much he tried, no one fit with him the way Dazai had. No one could replace Soukoku' s other half, the brains of the duo, their two broken halves making an imperfect whole.
No one understood him like Dazai had.
No one could imitate the way his eyes always lit up with the smallest spark of life among the deep abyss, whenever the ginger was around.
The way his lips would curve in a simple, genuine smile whenever he thought Chuuya wasn't looking.
The way his eyes glossed over and the sweet sounds escaped his lips like a melody, on dark and intimate nights, only for Chuuya to witness.
God, he had missed it more than he realized.
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Two broken halves make an imperfect whole by urgirl_chxr
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
06 Oct 2024
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He wondered if the brunette was capable of feeling other emotions, and what he would look like with each expression. It looked weirder the more he imagined the brunette- just simply smiling in genuine innocent delight, or tears escaping brown pools due to hurt, lashes still wet and glossy.
Dazai was the Demon Prodigy, an unfeeling unsympathetic enigma, an expert chess master. Always two steps ahead, intentions never revealed, hidden under wraps of pristine gauze.
A sinister, diabolical Daemon, the master of heaven and hell.
Inhuman.
Although he wasn't one to speak of inhumanity, the 2383 lines of code made sure of that.
They weren't so different, it was just that Chuuya pretended to be a living soul, and Dazai did not.
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"Does odasaku think so low of me, to mess up a mission?!" He portrayed his dramatics, eyes shining with a dangerous glint.
Dazai was like an animal.
A hesitant animal who will bolt at the slightest prodding.
Oda knew this, and he chose his words carefully.
"Did the boss have a hand in this?"
And he knew he had made a mistake. By the way the temperature in the room cooled down and a red shone in those whiskey eyes, the way the boy's face went artfully blank.
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Closing his eye as he leaned back slightly, unsure of whether he should lean into the touch or not. Leaving himself defenseless certainly wasn’t his style, but tonight it felt different.
Tonight, he was Chuuya’s house, in Chuuya’s bed.
This was Chuuya who was touching him.
Chuuya who didn’t demand him to take off his bandages in return for his hospitality, always okay with his boundaries.
Chuuya who seemed to love him, however cruel he was in return.