#hit me with a stick or something

[tinkerleaf]

Gnawing at My Enclosure

a/n: I don't wanna hear it synopsis: heavy make out session with dazai w/c: 1.0k m.list: here

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

So picture this. You are at Dazai’s apartment. You both are on his couch. You’ve been at his place tons of times-you’ve known him for a long time. There is no denying the chemistry you both have and other people see it too. You usually try not to think about it, but damn. He just looks really hot right now. He’s wearing his work shirt without the vest, an extra button unbuttoned. His coat is hanging off his kitchen table. Every now and then, he runs a hand through his hair, and you’re just dying. He’s manspreading as he talks and for some reason, you like it.

You’ve felt like this ton of times and figured your little infatuation would go away the longer you were friends with him. What were you thinking?

He turns over to look at you. And you don’t think you can hide the blush on your face. He raises a brow, “You alright, sweetheart?” He calls you that sometimes, and it infuriates you. The first time he used it, he was just being a tease. He saw how red your face went, and it just stuck. Now it’s just something he uses when you’re alone.

He can see how flustered you are, and you don’t even try to answer. Your eyes do not leave his because if you look away, he wins. He knows he has you in the palm of his hand at this point. He knows he can move you. He does it all the time.

Running his hand through his hair again, he rests the same arm on the back cushion of the couch. “You know, it’s rude to stare.” You still don’t respond to him. If you do, he’ll win. He’ll hear how stirred up you are by the falter of your voice. However, you turn towards him, mimicking his pose. His eyes are unwavering, and it feels like needles are piercing through you. You don’t know if you’re gonna win anymore.

You’re both at opposite ends of the couch, but it feels like he can reach right through you. He stands up, without removing eye contact I will add, and removes his belt, setting it aside.

You’re appalled. Disgusted at how quick that turns you on. He sees that he barely cracked that hard exterior you tried so hard to keep. He thinks it’s so cute when you try to battle with him like this.

When he sits back down, he’s closer. You are now panicking. He loves it. His arrogance pisses you off. “Are you gonna blink, or…” You curse yourself when you waver at the end.

He grins, which is even hotter, and you’re so mad. The tension is killing you.

You have had enough of this man. With a frustrated sigh, you yank him by the head and smash his lips onto yours. He’s quick to respond, giving you what you deliver. His energy doesn’t disappoint. He grabs your waist and lowers you down to the arm of the couch. He’s now on top of you, his right leg between the both of yours. His other foot is steady on the floor, keeping him balanced. His tongue slips through your mouth while you pull onto his shirt.

“Fuck,” he gasps as he releases his lips from yours until they latch onto your neck, just below your ear. He’s rough with you, and you can tell he’s needed this for a while. He’s needed you. His hand that isn’t on your waist reaches around to the back of your head, forcing you to move where he guides you. The smell of his cologne is sickening. It invades your senses and only makes you want him more.

He hears a little gasp from you when he reaches that place on your neck you love, and he keeps a mental note of it. Not without annihilating it first, of course. The bruises he leaves on your neck are going to be so visible, but you don’t even care.

He lets go of you and leans back, undoing the rest of his buttons and tossing his shirt aside. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen him shirtless, but it doesn’t fail to give you butterflies. What is he thinking? Because his eyes are devouring you.

He leans back down to you, one hand on your thigh while the other goes up your shirt to hold your waist. His body heat warms you, and you melt into his touch. He makes you shiver. His lips go directly back to your neck like it’s his mission to bring those noises back out of you. And of course, he succeeds.

“Can’t believe this is all it takes to make you sound like that,” he teases. It takes everything in you not to kick him. But you’re lost in the pleasure. His stupid remark only makes you whine more.

He groans into your neck, and you’re a mess. He doesn’t let up either, but he does lick a wet line from your collarbone to your ear, and you grab onto him for dear life. Your phone buzzes once, but you ignore it.

“Osamu…” You can’t help but let his name roll off your tongue when he sucks on your neck again.

His lips go right next to your ear as he toys with you. “Tell me about it, sweetheart.”

Your phone dings again, and he grabs it and turns it over, not allowing you to be distracted by anything but him.

You push back against him gently, “Wait, what if it’s important?”

“It’s not.”

“How do you know?”

His lack of response makes you roll your eyes. When your phone begins ringing, he takes it and answers it himself. “Can it wait?”

You try to reach back for it and he blocks you. “What are you doing?” You whispered.

“Bother Ranpo with it.” After going back and forth with who you assumed was Kunikida, he ended the call with a frustrated sigh.

“That murder case from last week has a new lead, and our suspect is going to be around the harbor in an hour.” He grabs his shirt and stands up. You follow suit, still in a daze. He turns to you and traces a thumb around your lips, “You’re drooling by the way.”

You still want to kick him.

˖ ݁𖥔.☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖

[tridentkickflipper123]

warm-up from this morning

[byulyi]

[secriden]

Honestly, we, as a fandom have been so unfair to Kant about his lying/acting when this whole time, Mr "has my whole life planned out and I have a contingency plan for everything and also I am fully in control of all of my emotions" Fadel has been like:

Fadel, at 10am, pretending he wasn't missing Style: Sorry we're closed. Ignore the sign that says we've been open for the past 3 hours.

Fadel: I'm fine.

Also Fadel: Are you actually. 🥺 Not interested in dating? 🥺 Anymore?? 😭

Fadel, after he accidentally was too honest: OH shit, oh shit, oh shit!!!

Fadel: I'm a struggling business owner!

Fadel (under his breath): Nailed it.

[righteousgems]

what happened to Corey Millsap!!? He was such a sweet kid - his little his bump with Kelvin after he protected him from Jesse and singing with him and my heart broke for him leaving to get his dad away from his mom - and now he's publicity insulting and talking down to his wife and his mom constantly

[saturnaous]

funfact I’m extremely susceptible to timetravel shenanigans. aus save me

[katsdynam1ght]

thinking about shouto todoroki and this line from season five of miraculous ladybug: “the love you have for your friends isn’t divided; it’s multiplied!”

i think as someone who grew up without friends (much like kagami) that line and that revelation overall would hit very hard for him. i imagine it’s difficult sometimes for him not to view love as a nonrenewable resource, but. time and time again, his friends prove that it isn’t. they love him and continue to love him no matter what.

[hungharrington]

hey have any other writers (or readers!) felt it has been… very quiet… recently…. i know i was quiet for a bit but i feel like there was an uptick in activity for a bit there and we’ve gone back to quiet… maybe that’s just me

[nebulastarss]

My experience with being aroace:

Me at 13: I've never been good at telling the difference between romantic and platonic love, so I'll just say I'm pan till I figure it out

Me at 14 near the end of that same year, reading the asexual definition: Oh ok that makes sense. Haha, no wonder I think everyone's so overwhelmingly horny.

Me, later: there's different ones for romantic attraction?? Panromantic asexual till I figure that out too I guess.

Me, discovering aromantic: oh. Well, I should've guessed that really.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

At the start of this project all I wanted was to 'learn how to draw' using comics as a medium and the MDZS audio drama as inspiration.

I've come *very* far from making simple, 3 panel black and white comics, and I truly do intend to go even further. Thank you to everyone who cheered me on throughout 2023, it has been an incredible year in so many ways I never could have imagined. I look forwards to drawing throughout 2024 B*)

(2024 summary here)

[faunandfloraas]

Pretty much 7 out of 8 of these guys are some kind of muscley- stopping cursing my boy seungmin with the What if he got muscle shit

[myrkulitescourge]

imo karlach’s soul coin usage seems like it should have been a little more significant than it was.

she only ever really stops to consider the magnitude of burning through a person’s soul for power during an origin playthrough—otherwise she rationalizes to the player that they’re doomed anyway, and if using them gives her an edge in combat, why not use them for good instead of leaving them to be used by evil? the dialogue with lann tarv in act 2, where he tells the story of each soul he's handing over to her, tries to humanize each soul coin, and still she doesn’t really budge and disapproves pretty heavily if she's told no in regards to using them.

it just seems like something that could have caused some kind of conflict between her and wyll, given he sold his soul to a devil in dire circumstances and takes issue with the player for sleeping with mizora, because she 1) is mizora, and 2) similarly expends tormented souls during her romance scene, even if for a different purpose. but it just... never really comes up?

i love karlach. but that seems like it should have gone Somewhere, from a writing standpoint? karlach values wyll as a person but is willing to use currency forged from souls like his for the sake of a temporary power up. she knows the soul is consumed when she uses them. that whole exchange with lann tarv is there to emphasize that every soul coin she destroys was a person once. but it all kind of loses narrative purpose if this combination of factors doesn't mean anything? karlach doesn't change at all in her willingness to use soul coins, no matter what the player says or how much she cares for wyll.

idk. missed opportunity that wyll doesn't have any dialogue about this, of all things.

[ganondoodle]

i often really do feel like an .. unwanted part of the fandom, i dont draw beautiful landscapes, i have unpopular but strong opinions im constantly annoying about and rarely change, dont like/dont draw the pretty young popular twinks and hot gurls to fanboi over nor do i turn characters into one, the opposite moreso, draw only one ship no ones heard of really, got little energy to interact with the few people that are nice to me and send me asks so it probably looks like im ignoring everyone and unfortunately but still rarely get so stressed i get overwhelmed and emotional about pehaps seemingly minor things and spiral almost into a breakdown feeling super embarrassed about it afterwards but the damage is already done and i look like a freak or agressive weirdo

[toxicanonymity]

[hurglewurm]

taking bad drawing requests

feel free to throw me a suggestion! animals, people, concepts, plants, etc. i am More likely to draw it if it's something i'm familiar with but i am not planning on looking up references and i just want to get the hand movin and groovin while i have a few days off school

[vaguely-concerned]

"I'm rather lucky," said Wimsey, with that apologetic air which seems forced on anybody accused of too much wealth. "I have an extraordinarily faithful and intelligent man, who looks after me like a mother."

I love it when a book looks me in the eye and goes 'yes my friend you are so completely and utterly correct and valid and always right well done'. bunter DOES look after him like a mother I am literally always saying this!!!!

(that note from peter's uncle where he describes bunter like... peter returned from the war with the man bunter, who was and is devoted to him. I have been thinking about this for weeks now. what a thing to say. what a way to sum up a situation a man and a relationship. *gazing pensively into the air with my chin resting on my interlaced fingers* was and is devoted to him.....)