#HE IS VERY UNHAPPY ABOUT ALL OF THIS

[nonhumen]

@chaosbled : The luxury car pulled to a stop outside of their shared apartment building, & he tipped their driver & hopped out, offering his hand to help the brunet. “I mean, at least no one got hurt, doesn’t that count for something?” Chuuya winced as he realized he’d asked Dazai a question, giving him an apologetic look. He’d known something was wrong as the ADA apprehended the woman & she’d made direct eye contact with Dazai & breathed out a single word. Vertias. An eerie green glow had enveloped Dazai & knocked him to the ground. He immediately understood thanks to those endless foreign language classes Ane-san had forced on him. It was Latin for ‘truth’.

He remembered the farm boy asking Dazai if he was okay, & when the detective answered bluntly that he felt like shit, everyone had turned to stare at him in surprise. Even Dazai had seemed shocked by his own reply; had tried to reassure him again that he was okay & again, but only the truth would come out. As they soon learned, the spell made him physically incapable of lying. Not only that, he couldn’t choose to stay silent either, covering his mouth & trying to hold it back delayed the response but eventually his mouth forced him to answer. Someone taking back the question didn’t work either, once it was out there, Dazai had to answer.

The look of horror on his partner’s face when he’d realized this was unmistakable.

“This is why I fuckin’ hate witches, they can’t just punch you, it’s always gotta be some twisted psychological shit; & you can’t do anything to nullify it because ‘magic’ is different than Abilities. I’m going to call Kisara in the morning, she might be a doctor but she’s also studied just about every form of spell casting & ritual healing out there, I’m sure she’ll have some kind of potion she can brew to fix your brain so you can shut up again.”

He couldn’t imagine having to spill the 100% honest, unfiltered truth to every question someone asked, he’d probably just open up the ground & let it swallow him. For someone as deeply private as Dazai was, he could see what a nightmare this situation was. Hence why he’d immediately offered to get him out of there before his coworkers could torment him too much with this newfound vulnerability. The Mafia Boss unlocked the door once they reached their floor & stepped inside as it locked itself behind them again.

At least here, Dazai didn’t have to worry about saying anything that could potentially torpedo the new life he was trying to build for himself. He took off his shoes, jacket, gloves & scarf before heading to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of rich, aged whiskey off of the rack & poured two generous glasses, hesitated, then also brought the bottle over, handing one of the glasses to Dazai as he took a seat beside him. He looked like he needed it. “Are you going to be okay? Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked his lover, more out of instinct then anything. Then immediately brought a hand up to his mouth when he realized his mistake. “Sorry.”

no longer human is meant to be his shield. it protects him from harm, from the pain of knowing others. he relies on it heavily. in this world of gifted, dazai is the immovable shield. so of the few instances where something happens to not be an ability, dazai is always the first to get hurt. this time is no different. he feels something shift in his very core when that single word is spoken right through him. what happens next is the worst possible outcome.

truth. it spills from dazai's lips over and over again. his ribcage has been violently torn open to expose his insides for all to see. nothing stops it, not covering his mouth or holding his breath. they do simple tests -- basic questions to see the extent of this power over their most secretive detective. he cannot tell a lie. once a question is asked of him he must respond. no one can take back their questions. he must answer loud enough for the asker to hear.

dazai feels sick. he wants to die. he wants to sew his mouth shut. he wants to cut his vocal chords and never speak again. and that is when chuuya stepped in to take him home. dazai knows his fellow detectives wouldn't exploit this curse, but the fear of something slipping is enough to make him look ill. he stares out the window for the entire ride home, shoulders tense and half his body turned away from chuuya. anything to tell the boss not to speak to him.

but getting chuuya to shut up is like waiting for the sun to rise in the west. he flinches at the lilt in his voice that poses a question. " no, no one was physically hurt, and i guess that does count for something. " it's sharp like spitfire as the truth unhappily continues to fall from his mouth. " in the morning... " great, that's at least twelve hours stuck like this unless this spell happened to just run out on its own. maybe he will just tape his mouth shut.

when they finally arrive, dazai has practically stepped out of the car before it completely stops. he had hoped that finally getting inside their apartment would give him an ounce of safety, but he only feels the same unease growing in the pit of his stomach. it's been a lot time since he's felt like this, felt this vulnerable.

dazai drinks merely for pleasure instead of to forget or dull the pain like chuuya does, but the idea of alcohol seems very appealing right now. he takes the glass, already in the process of pressing it to his lips when chuuya asks him another question. " i don't know. " eyes narrow when his voice betrays him once again. he looks away. " you can leave me alone. it's obvious you can't shut up to save your life. or mine. " dazai downs the liquid all at once.

there was a time when he would have said such scalding things to chuuya without a second thought, would even take pleasure in it. now, it just seems wrong, especially with how chuuya pulls him close and holds him so dearly. dazai sighs heavily, moving to fall onto the couch in defeat. " this is the worst. "

[ineed-to-sleep]

I'm watching Berserk and I may or may not have hyped myself up to turn my vampire ocs into dark fantasy characters. mmaybe

[autisticsonic]

feral little dude!!!!

also a style practise! if u look at my past art you shall notice the abysmal lack of forehead space! also tried smth more angular

[autumnhobbit]

nobody asked but my opinion on the john mulaney thing is. look you can make arguments about an artists personal life and public life being different things that shouldn’t be conflated, but the guy on purpose brought his private life into his public life by characterizing his entire special around how he loves his wife and dog and how happy and wholesome their household was. so yeah, when he made himself famous talking about how much he loves and respects his wife and how much he doesn’t want kids and can’t stand people implying they should have kids, and then goes off and likely cheats on his wife, divorces her for the other woman whom he immediately has a kid with, it does make one go. hmmm. doesn’t seem like he’s really as good of a person as he liked to tell everyone directly he was

[aq2003]

there comes a beautiful time in life where i have to ask myselg th question, "did i accidentally project too hard onto the character that i only relate to a little bit and in doing so hugely missed this one entire aspect/interpretation of the characters . am i stupid"

[dykeza]

Ichigo being a stay at home dad who works online is so in character for him actually…… he’s the type of dad to enforce 1 hour of no screen time outside playing in the yard and/or playground. He texts Orihime goofy pictures of Kazui jumping around in some water fixture in the local park and carries him home soaked to the bone and shivering with the biggest smile on his face and then they eat ice cream and wait for Orihime to get home so they can have family game night.

[wovenstarlight]

I love thinking abt yoohyun & yerim. in ageswap they're each other's staunchest allies but also always 3 seconds from killing each other violently because yerim keeps telling him that if yoohyun fucks up with yoojin any more she's stealing him and not letting yoohyun near him ever again and hearing this always fills yoohyun with blackout homicidal rage because that's HIS brother but also he VERY GRUDGINGLY appreciates knowing there's someone else looking out for yoojin

[itspileofgoodthings]

I am sometimes really bitter about the fact that I teach sophomores which is an age at which SO many adolescents are toad-like and then often they leave my class and are better for their subsequent teachers. like. 

[dashiellqvverty]

my opinion on season 11 is that ian and mickey were all over the place from episode to episode and i ultimately wasn’t very happy with where it ended for them

[dirtyjvconfessions]

He is EXACTLY like Megamind because: he too gets no bitches.

He can get bitches he just can't keep the bitches

[rogersstevie]

one thing about me is even if i hated the book i just read i will still be defending the main character while all the goodreads reviewers go on about how whiny and selfish she is

[pastel-rights]

And then I finally end it off with some doodles of them… they make me feel things.

[astranauticus]

btw now that ive gotten set me free out of my system womxnly by jolin tsai has become my new cpop translation white whale like not because the song itself is that impossible to translate but because i cannot think of any way for me to make a post about that song without getting completely sidetracked into a deranged rant about chinese pop culture's unceasing efforts to try and act as if that song's message about overcoming adversity and discrimination can be applicable to everyone and that it is not, in fact, explicitly a song about homophobic/transphobic violence

[pandora15]

idk man i guess it's just that i'm struggling to find fic to read and barely having the time/energy to write at all

[thebirdandhersong]

🌙

[orcelito]

I don't like training very much