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RP Ocs

I think I wanna start posting more about my rp ocs and like stuff I'm writing beyond fanfic

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“I saw something that reminded me of you. I wanted to show you, but then I remembered that we don’t talk anymore.”

— Unknown

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Snippet? Drabble? Random inspo? IDK

The sun sets slowly across the horizon. It's quiet. For the first time in a very long time there is only silence around me. Around us. Even our breaths vanish into the quiet of the air. For a moment, I wonder if either of us are even breathing. Our first breath of fresh air in a very long time, too long. I never thought this would happen. That we would be standing here with the sky stretching as far as we can see. It feels surreal. Perhaps we did die back there. Eliza and I that is. Maybe neither of us made it out of there alive.

"Beth?"

"Yeah?" I ask.

"You good?" I finally look at her. This is my first time seeing her in the sunset. She is bathed in orange light that makes her skin look warm, not sickly like I'm used to. Her hair mimics fire, and her eyes burn with a fire. The fire I fell in love it. Despite everything, I smile.

"Yeah. I'm good," I respond, taking her hand. "Let's blow this shit show and forget about it, yeah?"

Eliza smiles, "Yeah."

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Do I post the depressed Dazai one shot I wrote??

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I need someone to tell me to get off Love and Deepspace and do my homework pls 😅

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My small Harbinger series!

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Depresso? Espresso and write ☺️

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fem!ranpoe one-shot

It wasn’t new for Ranpo to decide she wanted to drag her girlfriend out around the town. It was usually under the excuse that she didn’t know her way around. After all, it’s hard for anyone to tell her no when she uses that as an excuse. Sure, eventually, she always ends up either where she wants or needs to be, it may just take a while. Walking is easier than the trains, but it takes longer. Though, she rarely has to argue with Poe for too much of anything for anything. It’s almost embarrassing how readily the older woman gives her attention, wants her attention in return. It can be overwhelming sometimes. While Ranpo knows she never fades into the background of scenes, it can be easy to especially when she shuts up and listens. When she’s quiet, she’s observing; when she’s observing, she takes a background role. Everything gets so overwhelming otherwise.

Yet, right now, sitting on the train beside the taller American woman, Ranpo found it easy to relax. Her head was resting on Poe’s shoulder, listening to her voice as she read aloud. Sure, Ranpo has already figured out the plot, but Poe’s voice is calming and easy to focus on. Maybe it’s because Poe tends to speak quietly, so it can be hard to hear her on the train, but Ranpo was focused purely on her. She slowly opened her eyes to look at the words as Poe read, her eyes following along. Poe didn’t need to, they both know it, but Ranpo still felt her adjust to let her see the book easier. It made her chest tighten in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

“I don’t need to see it,” she said softly when Poe took a break at the beginning of the next chapter.

“I know,” came the soft reply from the older woman. “But you’re trying to find something visually to focus on. That’s why you keep shutting your eyes after looking around.” Ranpo nodded a little, sighing. She was unable to deny it. The world gets so overwhelming. There’s so many colors and sounds, too many people with all their subconscious habits that they don’t even know what it means that they do. There’s so many tells. Like the man across from them who lied on some important application and now has to do a meeting on a topic that he knows nothing about, or the woman two seats down from them who’s in the early stages of a pregnancy but worried what her family will think, which means it’s either out of wedlock or from a man her family may not approve of. The light four seats down from them has such a subtle flicker that Ranpo is feeling her eye twitch every time it flickers, provided her eyes aren’t immediately drawn to it. Her head is pounding. So yes, maybe, she’s trying to find one thing to focus her attention onto. “Do you want me to continue?” Poe’s voice broke her thoughts. Her tone was a little exasperated. That’s the tone Fukuzawa takes when she’s had to repeat something a few times. That’s how she recognizes it.

“Is your voice hurting?” Ranpo asked quietly as opposed to giving an answer.

“It’s manageable, I’ll drink water when we get off.”

“Please…” She said it so pathetically, so pitifully. It grated her nerves. But Poe didn’t question. She never does. She just resumed reading. A soft sigh left Ranpo’s lips, forcing her eyes to stay glued to the book, following the words that Poe was reading. It’s so hard to narrow her focus to one thing, but she was trying. Perhaps, Poe can read her better than she originally thought as Poe lowers her voice a little more, making Ranpo furrow her brows. It takes Ranpo a moment to concentrate on Poe’s voice once again. Slowly, the rest of the train began to fade into nothingness. It was physically relaxing, having it all disappear. Logically, she knew she was still on a busy train with dozens of strangers, loud noises, and the intercom and whatever else. But her mind was almost able to trick itself. Her eyes remain locked onto the book. Though she doesn’t know if she was actually seeing any of the words or if they were also blurry in her gaze.

The only noise getting to her was Poe’s quiet voice, each word leaving her lips as easily as breathing. The occasional soft sigh of content and slight gasp as she read something she couldn’t believe left her too. Those small reactions, Ranpo wished she could understand them. It’s hard to react like that to the novel. She wished it wasn’t so easy for her to figure out the plot of the novel just from a few sentences, sometimes even less than that. She sighed softly, letting her eyes shut once again. Maybe she wanted to try to live through Poe’s reactions a little. Feel each slight gasp or listen as she trailed off each time that she had to reread a sentence to confirm that she did in fact read what she thought she read. Sometimes, Ranpo wishes she could have those reactions. But no, the best she can do, is try to close her eyes and experience them through the woman next to her. Maybe it was a little infuriating. Maybe she wasn’t as mature about the topic as she thought she was. She isn’t fourteen anymore, yet sometimes, those thoughts of how different she is come creeping back in.

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This particular day had started far earlier than he would have liked because he woke up to a coughing fit so bad he got sick. It had woken Gin up as well, unfortunately. They must have spent a good two hours of their morning just sitting on the bathroom floor. It almost irritated him. Not because of Gin being there, no that probably made the experience a little easier. She helped remind him to breathe when he could, she would rub his back and let him lay on her lap between coughing fits. They’ve been getting worse. He has medication, but it doesn’t do much good. No, what annoyed him is that he’s always tried so hard to take care of her, to provide for her and now, it’s getting to a point she’s almost having to take care of him. Especially when he is coughing so hard that he’s throwing up and choking on his own blood. These fits usually leave him so exhausted, so drained. Sometimes they leave him bedridden for the day. Today probably should have been one of those days. He’s been faint, even after having been convinced to eat. Any movement that’s too quick, or if he begins to get too hot, leaves his vision swirling and his body unsteady. Not to mention how many times he’s fallen into coughing fits that day. It is a huge inconvenience on his job. It makes it hard for him to keep up with the standard he pushes himself towards. 

If it’s a day where minimal goes wrong. Where most things can be handled by Black Lizard or some other small field force that he can command, it’s easier. He can focus on things that won’t require him overexerting himself, or pushing himself. Today was not one of those days.  Oh no, today was a day where people decided to get mouthy, they decided to get pushy, and they decided that they could act against their commands just a bit too much. Nonstop. Then there was some random who knows who they were that decided they wanted to try their hand at destroying the city that has been built up and is very, very protected. It was a day. A long day. A day that started around sunrise, and now, the sun already gone on the horizon, did he get to stop. He was leaning against a wall, a cloth over his mouth. The weretiger was hovering, fidgeting. God it bothered him so much when he did that, but most of all he hated the look the weretiger had on his face at the moment. As each cough wrecked through Akutawagawa, he could see the look of concern and pity on the younger man’s face. They had already sent Kyoka back home, it was late and she had been tired. She had tried to argue with Atsushi, yet when Akutagawa began to cough, the weretiger wouldn’t let her convince him to go and save whatever conversation was oh so important for later. Akutagawa wishes she had tried harder. Just to spare him the present embarrassment. His body was shaking so hard that even the wall barely supported him. As his weight sank to the ground, he felt hands helping move him. 

“Are you alright?” Atsushi finally asked, still seeming jittery. 

Akutagawa swallowed, lowering the cloth from his face slowly. Even in the darkness, he could see the red that tainted the fabric and he knew the weretiger most definitely could see it, probably smell it too. “I’ll be fine,” he replied, swallowing. His throat was raw. Days where his illness was bad, usually resulted in a couple of days of semi-mutism. It tore up his throat. 

“You don’t seem-”

“Why do you care? You should be going home to rest.”

“I won’t be able to sleep… Don’t change the topic on me either,” Atsushi argued. Akutagawa felt the sigh leave him more than heard it. His eyes shut. His headache wasn’t going away. “Are you sick?”

“There’s nothing that can be done. It isn’t worth worrying about. It’s just a bad day,” He muttered, forcing himself to stand slowly. His entire body trembled with the effort, his legs barely supported him, his arms didn’t want to push him up. His vision swam with darkness just from the movement. No, definitely not a good day. The fact it was a long day probably hadn’t helped. Once again, he felt arms go to support him. Before, he probably would have quickly pushed Atsushi away from him, yelled at him. However he was too tired, and they’ve grown closer. Sorta. Slowly. Atsushi was tolerable, at worst, maybe decent company at best. “Why won’t you be able to sleep if you go home?” 

“Jittery,” and oh so honest. “It’s just been a rough day. I was going to walk around a while.” 

“This late at night? I thought you would have learned by now that only crazy people walk around Yokohama at night,” Akutawgawa mumbled.

“Maybe… Let me help you home… or, let me call Gin.”

“Gin stayed the night with Tachihara, she’s probably fast asleep right now. Don’t wake her. I can get myself home,” he muttered.

“I’m not letting you walk home by yourself,” Atsushi argued. 

“I’m not letting you walk me home.”

“I’m not asking. I’m telling. Let me walk you or call someone who can come get you.” It’s been interesting. These last few months, the weretiger has definitely gotten bolder, more confident in himself, more sure of himself. It was such a change from the sniffling, nervous teen he first met. It wasn’t a bad change. Just a change. Sighing, Akutagawa didn’t have it in himself to argue. 

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Morning had the tendency to be chaotic. After all, they both had their own places they needed to be on opposite sides of the city- at different times. With Dazai having a longer commute than his partner when he chooses to stay the night with Chuuya. There was usually a lot of running around, maybe time for a couple sentences here or there said. Best wishes and off for the day. That made days like this one quite rare indeed.

Instead of a blaring alarm waking them up, it was the sun coming in through the curtains that finally began to rouse Dazai from his sleep. He raised a hand to cover his eyes some, blinking slowly. His vision was blurred with early morning exhaustion. Not the type of exhaustion from a restless night, but the type that comes from having slept too well. When one’s body and mind aren’t ready to wake from the bliss that had given plenty of time to recuperate. Needless to say, his brain was powering on very slowly. First was getting his vision to adjust. Then was trying to come to his other senses slowly. When he went to sit up, he was stopped by his partner lying against him. Freezing in spot, he sighed, debating his choices. He could be an ass and get up. That was always an option. But… how often do they get mornings like this in their lives? How often does Dazai get the opportunity to lay in bed and watch the sun creep in to settle over Chuuya’s ginger hair, making it mimic fire? Or to watch as the sun slowly illuminates the hundreds of freckles covering his face? The answer is not often enough. That was enough motivation to settle back against the pillow itself.

With a gentle hand, he traced the freckles lightly. It was a delicate balance of keeping his touch gentle enough to not disturb the heavy sleepier, but firm enough he knew which freckle he was on. The sun kept creeping in through the crack in the curtain they didn’t quite close the previous night. As it began to hit Chuuya’s closed eyes, he used his hand to shade them just enough. Some mornings were best spent like this. Lying in bed while he watched his partner sleep, watched the sun slowly show off his best features. These mornings needed to happen more often.