Douta's Writing Practice

We're alike, and we're both crazy. As patients, we're already beyond saving. So what? We don't need to care what others think or seek their approval. We just want to do what we want to do. Even if there's an abyss stretching ten thousand feet below us, we will never retreat. Our axes will cleave through every hardship, and amid gunshots and shouts, we will welcome a new life.

(I wrote this after getting carried away chatting with netizens while using secret identities. All of this is my own headcanon! Early on, you'll find that Dostoevsky is very much the bottom. Don't blame me: my ship has given him so many sickly traits, and I ship Dostoevsky on top. She ships the opposite. Also, the characterization is quite far from the original, with the value especially high at the beginning. It should go down later, probably? I've already written a lot of this in a group chat, and now I'm reposting it here.)

Theme: No matter how long the night may be, dawn will come for us.