#littlest lupin

[lizbethlupin]

[fangirlsovertoomanythings]

Lupin, you won't believe this, ol' buddy, but I turned into a friggin' Littlest Pet Shop. They're not letting me smoke 'cause it ain't child friendly, man. You gotta help me.

[aster1sque]

So ive been sat here for a little while, soaking in all these sad thoughts and one in particular has creeped to the surface of the wishing well my brain takes the form of. It had bobbed for a little while before i got the courage to pull it out by the bucket, hand aching under the weight of it. It comes to dripping wet and shivering and i hold it close, nurturing it with reassurance and praise and it goes:

Where is teddy lupins love? Where are the sonnets about his tragedy and the pages upon pages of his wonders? How come he doesn’t get the praise and awes and adoration?

He asks me this, timid in my arms and i whisper into his ever changing hair, right here, love.

[riiwrites]

boyfriend!dazai who…

a/n : for my love @perfectlyjollyland who requested this ages ago but i didn’t see until recently because i only pay attention to my inbox! im so sorry ill be checking comments too next time, hope you’re well! <3

a/n : also i hope you’re okay with the pre-boyfriend/before boyfriend part, i just thought that’d be cute i love lovesick!dazai sooo much.. more boyfriend dazai under the cut!!

chuuyas version | atsushis version

dividers used belong to @/benkeibear

masterlist | taglist | main page

pre-boyfriend!dazai who at the start asks you for a double suicide (as per usual), but when you give him the cutest smile and giggle and say no, he knows he’s too deep in now.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who becomes head over heels when he first meets you and now has a new mission, making you reciprocate those feelings.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who loves the cliches, the random ‘anonymous’ love notes on your desk when you’re at work or the random flowers delivered to your workplace/home - he loves it all.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who respects your boundaries if you were to tell him to lay off or if he was making you uncomfortable.

pre-boyfriend!dazai who finally gives up..gives up throwing hints and just decides to take his shot.

“So..say, if a handsome stranger who’s kind of not a stranger since you know him as an acquaintance asks you out because he’s given up with all of the deadpanned hints he’s been giving you for the past few months but he’s kind of scared of being rejected..what would you say?”

You stare him with a few blinks as he looks at you with a great smile on his face, although you can see subtle drops of sweat dripping down the side of his temple.

"..Is this said handsome stranger you, perchance?”

Dazai let’s out a single laugh, placing his hands on his hips.

“Ha! How bold of you, though..I am charmed your first thought of this handsome stranger would be me, bella~” He coyly smirks, closing his eyes in what you can’t tell is either pride or suspense.

You furrow your eyebrows with a little smile, fixing up your paperwork as you place them on the desk. “No, I just figured since it was you who’s been leaving such persistent and eager notes on my desk as of late.”

You watch his expression slightly change as he lets out a cough of embarrassment, locking eyes with you now.

“Well..” He starts, then gives up halfway through.

“..Is it a yes?”

pre-boyfriend!dazai who not only is taken by surprise by your response, but his heart does a few jumps in joy as his efforts became a success, making him now your boyfriend.

boyfriend!dazai who has his hand down your back pocket whenever you two are walking together.

boyfriend!dazai who’s love language is both physical touch and acts of service, always having his hands on you in the littlest way and also providing the most he can to his s/o.

boyfriend!dazai who has the reputation of being quite the flirtatious one, gives it up to his precious s/o.

boyfriend!dazai who googles cheesy and dirty pickup lines to try and rizz you with, always ending them in a winky face.

boyfriend!dazai who sends you little messages every day now that he has your number, little words of affirmations and talks to get you ready for your days.

boyfriend!dazai who if he had a tiktok account he’d make slideshows of you two and repost videos of couples relating to you two.

boyfriend!dazai who you spend all of your holidays with, especially christmas and new years.

boyfriend!dazai who practically lives at your house now, but nobody’s complaining.

boyfriend!dazai who has a box of every little thing you’ve given him, so when he’s feeling down he can look at it and smile.

boyfriend!dazai who tries to keep you away from his past, to protect you from the ugly truth.

boyfriend!dazai who opens up about oda, not all of it but most of it since he believes oda would’ve liked you.

boyfriend!dazai who takes you to the places he has the fondest memories in. the lupin bar, the art gallery, the agency.

boyfriend!dazai who appreciates the little things, as he’s not someone who can afford much he tries to give you the best he can.

boyfriend!dazai who always argues that he loves you more trying to get the last word and when you think you have it, you hear a little mumble of “I love you more” as you walk away.

boyfriend!dazai who loves your hands, tracing the lines of your palm and fingers and creating little shapes on them makes him feel at peace.

boyfriend!dazai who can be possessive but in a good way, he has good reasons to be possessive.

boyfriend!dazai who when he sees someone give you a half lidded smirk or bedroom eyes, he gives them a deadly stare that could imprint on their skull as he wraps an arm around your waist.

boyfriend!dazai who constantly babbles on about you at work with the agency, always telling Atsushi about the cutest things that you did the night before or what you did the day before that.

“Ahh..and the way they just clench their fists at their sides when they are angry with me! Ah~ I could melt..”

“That’s..really nice, Dazai-san..”

“Oh! And the way they grab my hand so tightly when we’re in public ahhh~ I could melt!”

“D-dazai-san..-“

“Ahhh, and the way the-“

boyfriend!dazai who ends up with about 14 wounds all over his body because of kunikidas beatings..kunikida says he’s lucky it wasn’t 15.

boyfriend!dazai who you take care of at his lowest.

boyfriend!dazai who sometimes can’t understand why you put up with him, but you reassure him with words and kisses all over his face.

boyfriend!dazai who peppers your face with kisses back and gives you a small smile despite how sad he can feel.

boyfriend!dazai who watches the fireworks with you and doesn’t think of going out just as beautifully because why would he let such a precious thing slip out of his hands like that?

boyfriend!dazai who doesn’t care about himself or his mental health, but cares the most about yours.

boyfriend!dazai who once felt like he was drowning, but then found his light to the surface who has a smile of diamonds and a heart of gold.

TAGLIST : @hauntedsol @hopefulpain @forgotten-blues @ruru-kiss @texas-bitch-yee @lvstyangel @thetizzler @is-therelife-onmars @atlasnessie @101strawberries101 @reesesnieces @suzurans-world @mackereland-slug @heartsfourdazai @iratherowan @onlinewhisper14 @nomnomventi

white = unable to be tagged :(

@/riiwrites - reblogs are highly appreciated ❤︎︎

[aacciorriptide-writes]

dating Teddy Lupin would include...

summary: a few ideas on how i think Teddy would act as a boyfriend a/n: i'm rewriting a bunch of old headcanon lists from my wattpad - find the full list here content warnings: n/a next gen masterlist

Neck/jaw kisses

Nose kisses

VEEERRRRRRRRRRY soft kisses

Stealing A L L of his jumpers.

Him calling you love/my love/baby ajadarfxreafgezvb

Neck/jaw kisses.

Him making a complete fool of himself whenever you're around.

Always sitting at the hufflepuff table

Cheering on hufflepuff in quidditch matches even tho you're not a hufflepuff.

Neck kisses.

Him always having his hair your favourite colour.

TEDDY BLUSHES EASY.

He always blushes.

When kissing. Touching hands. Just being around other people in general.

B.L.U.S.H.I.N.G.

Him making lots of jokes.

Teddy being the only one able to cheer you up.

Neck kisses

Him freaking out over the littlest things.

Harry and Ginny love you.

Always getting teased by his siblings (JAMES, ALBUS AND LILY ARE HIS SIBLINGS, FIGHT ME)

DID I MENTION NECK KISSES?!

Just - Teddy being sweet and adorable and perfect

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Resources for parenting a werewolf

With the compliments of the Lunar Foundation: social work for the wolfish.

Becoming a parent or caregiving packmate to your first werewolf child is always a steep learning curve. Whether you are a werewolf yourself or not, and regardless the age of the child, parenting a lupine shapeshifter comes with challenges you will probably not encounter anywhere else. The Lunar Foundation has various resources available that you can access at any time:

► Find healthcare with a paw print of approval. Access our website noneedtohowlalone.com for a full registry of (health)care professionals who have the appropriate specialization to treat werewolves. This includes physical therapists, chiropractors, osteopaths and masseurs that specialize in working with shapeshifters to handle the physical strain of (involuntary) transformations.

► Our “Who’s a good baby?” parenting package. For parents to the littlest pups. Includes some basic (were)wolf biology, a list of transformation-safe clothing, education on food and nutrition, and information on shapeshifter-safe childcare.

► The Full Moon Prep Kit. A great place to start at any stage and for any age. Adaptable to every individuals needs and habits.

► Tips for inside transformations. Until children have developed the necessary self-control to roam free during their transformations a little preparation will go a long way to protect them and their surroundings (and your furniture).

► Methods to gain control of transformations. A practical resource for older children who are struggling with involuntary shifting. Can be shared directly or used to read up on the subject before discussing it.

We are currently working on turning many of our workshops and presentations into online courses, but please feel welcome at any of our community centers at any time, including full moon nights!

[marshmallowgoop]

My part of the DCMK Fanworks Server Halfiversary Exchange 2023! For @blenderfullasarcasm!

I decided to follow the Yu-Gi-Oh! and DCMK crossover prompt, which specifically highlighted "Season 0," the colloquial name for the first anime adaptation of the Yu-Gi-Oh! manga. So, I paired Detective Conan (and the eensy-littlest bit of Magic Kaito) footage with that anime's theme song, "A Yell of Thirst" by Field of View.

For as long as I've known about it, I've had my own soft spot for the Season 0 series. The portrayal of Yami Yugi as this frightening, malicious personality who emerges only in times of danger gripped me—and still does. Revisiting the series for this project, I could still so strongly recall scenes of Yugi and his friends grappling with his mysterious "other self."

And I also realized that maybe Detective Conan and Yu-Gi-Oh! are more similar than I previously thought. After all, couldn't "Sleeping Kogoro" also be described as a frightening, malicious personality who emerges only in times of danger?

(Or, more in line with the actual video I edited, Conan is "another Shinichi" who both terrifies and helps him, a dynamic perhaps not so unlike that of Yugi and Yami Yugi in Season 0.)

I hope you enjoy what I came up with! My goal was to utilize clips featuring every character and relationship noted in the prompts, and though an AMV can't exactly be a casefic or delve into worldbuilding per se, I also tried to capture the spirit of those prompts, too, including more actual detective-ing and backgrounds than I ever have in my Conan AMVs before. Huge shout out goes to @dcmk-scenery, an absolutely fantastic resource who were a tremendous help, as well as the Detective Conan World wiki, which definitely led me to clips from episodes I haven't even seen yet! The English translation of the lyrics are also courtesy of the Yu-Gi-Oh! wiki.

As a final note, though I know the requirement for the exchange was a 15-second AMV, I really wanted to make my gift special; Blender is so kind and does so much for the DCMK community, including setting up this event in the first place! I'm so glad I was able to to be a part of this, and I hope my final result brings joy.

This AMV can also be watched on YouTube in full 1080p and with subtitles that can be toggled on and off. Sources used are:

Episodes: 1, 2, 3, 9, 11, 14, 15, 16, 23, 33, 49, 52, 54, 58, 68, 76, 84-85, 87, 90, 91, 118, 129, 130, 136, 142, 147, 162, 166, 189, 191-193, 203, 217, 254, 304, 351, 361, 479, 490, 878, 909, 927, 994

Films: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7 (film and trailer), 8, 10, 13, 15, 16, Lupin the 3rd vs. Detective Conan: The Movie

Specials: TV Special 6 (Episode One: The Great Detective Turned Small)

OVAs: 2, 9

OPs: 10, 11, 24, 25, 30, 32, 37, 55, 56

EDs: 5, 6, 9, 58

Other: Magic Kaito Episode 2, The Culprit Hanzawa Episode 2

[dufferpuffer]

Headcanon: Remus Lupin is an honorary Weasley, just like Harry They joked about how he dethroned Bill as he eldest, which Bill played up his dissatisfaction with for laughs. Remus found the joke very silly, but it made him feel accepted. Arthur and Molly really had a strong positive effect on his life, and while he struggled to see them as 'parents' he did lean on their shoulders more often than not... and they were always happy to have him. Bill's attitude towards his scars actually did wonders at Remus coming to terms with his own appearance - and he did start to feel a little like Bill especially was a younger brother to him. He felt more at home in the Burrow than he had at any previous house, even with his parents. He could stay at once place, have many friends... and start to feel like he wasn't a burden. He was just starting to play into the Weasley-adoptee joke, referring to Ginny as his 'littlest sister' and the like... when he died. But in his honor, they keep a photo of him as part of the family on the wall with everyone else - and his son is always welcome to the house he called home more than any other.

[phillipthesims]

Gen One: Chapter 9

TW: Arguments, verbal abuse, pregnancy

Rough was probably the only way Lily could describe the ups and downs of her relationship with Lupin. Some days he was the sweetest person ever; reminding her of how he was when they met.

Other day... he was mean and cruel. He'd berate her over the littlest of things. Usually the state of the house because as easy of an infant as Tule usually was, well she was still a baby. Sometimes she really did need all of Lily's attention or else she cried until her throat was sore. Those days, Lily could only focus on her child.

Even if Tula calmed down later, the energy to clean just wasn't there. So the house would be a 'mess', which really wasn't much of a mess. Just dirty dishes, the laundry half done, the trash not taken out, that sort of thing.

But any perceived mess set Lupin off. Lily would argue that if he wanted everything spotless, then he should clean it himself! Around and around they'd go for hours until Tula would wake up from the yelling.

She'd cry and Lily tried to go to her, but sometimes he'd grab her and keep her from tending to the baby. "She can cry it out! You can go clean the dishes!"

"She's a baby Lupin! And the dishes can wait!"

Lily would like to say they didn't argue in front of Tula, but that'd be a lie. The child saw and heard a lot of their fights, even if right now she didn't know what was going on. She cried when they argued near her, in hopes the shouting would stop.

Unfortunately, it didn't often work and she'd have to self soothe herself down. Lily ran to tend to her afterwards but by then Tula had put herself back to sleep. Lily wiped away her daughter's dried tears and then sat down next to her crib. Crying herself, this wasn't a happy family. She did not want this.

She had no way of finding her mother... and she'd just want Lily to be isolated again. Tula, while she loved her, made this more complicated; she couldn't just run away with an infant. Or she could but she'd be found easily. She was just as trapped as she was with her mother....

What was worse? She was pregnant again. She knew this time by the morning sickness, and cried in the bathroom for half an hour until Tula started crying. Don't get Lily wrong, she did want more children just... not with Lupin. Another baby made it even harder to leave. She was stuck.

Still, Lily tried to be happy around her Tula. The infant didn't deserve to see her mother sadden all the time, so she put on a smile. Besides, Tula was going to be a walking and babbling toddler soon. And Lily was determined to not ruin the upcoming birthday.

She pushed through her morning sickness to bake a beautiful cake for her tulip. A mix of pink and white, just like Tula.

All the cakes Lily ever had were white... and kind of bland in taste. So she was excited to give her daughter something more colorful, more lively. And sweet in taste.

Her child, soon to be children, would get her best, her love, her everything. They may not get their father's love, but she wasn't sure she had his love.... But Lily would make up for his shortcomings. It'd be enough, it had to be.

The birthday came! Tula blew out her candles; with some help. Aging up into a cute toddler with the most charming of personalities.

Tula took after her father in a sense of style as she had found a pair of boots he wore at her age. She wore those boots every day, and Lily thought it was the cutest thing ever. Despite that, Lupin barely acknowledged that his daughter took after him.

Tula talked and talked all day, every day. Whether it was to her mother or her toys, she never stopped talking. And Lily listened to her every word, even while doing the housework or trying to take a rest.

Heavily pregnant and still trying to meet Lupin's demands, Lily always tucked Tula into bed. Even when she felt dead on her feet and wanted nothing more than to fall down onto her bed.

Which she'd do right after taking care of Tula. She was exhausted each and every day.... Lily often asked herself when she'd get a break- when she'd no longer be tired. She never really had an answer, as she couldn't see a future where she wasn't under Lupin's thumb. A future where she did have to convince herself that she loved him. He was not her prince charming after all and when she'd read Tula those stories... she felt the tears in her eyes.

Her life was not a fairytale with a happily-ever-after.... Yet her life had brought Tula and soon another little flower.

Speaking of her soon to be flower... the months seemed to fly by until she got close to that due date for her newest flower.

[reckless-rider]

A list no one asked for! Anyway a list of all the Wilhelm Screams found in media according to IMDB Part 1.

Happy Family

1000 Ways to Die

16 Blocks

2.0

21 Jump Street

22 Jump Street

30 Days of Night 

Lost  (S5.E6) 

51

6:66 PM

A Christmas Story Christmas 

A Day to Die

A Dog’s Way Home

A Goofy Movie

A Simple Request

Simpsons (S32.E10)

A Star Is Born

Abominable 

Accepted 

Agent Cody Banks

Ainoat oikeat

Aladdin (2019)

Aladdin (1992)

Alex Cross

Dexter: Early Cuts (S1.E2)

The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle (S1.E14) 

Aloha

Always

American Hero

Manipulated by Fingers

Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy 

The Angry Birds Movie

Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie

Animator vs. Animation V

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (S3.E8)

Arctic Dogs 

Are We Done Yet?

Assignment to Kill

Astro Boy

Asterix: The Secret of the Magic Potions

Atomic Blonde

Avatar 

Avengers: Infinity War

April and the Extraordinary World 

Game of Thrones (S1.E9)

Leap!

Barbie in a Mermaid Tale 2

Barbie in the Pink Shoes

Batman Returns

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice

Battle Creek Brawl

Baywatch 

Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Money Heist (S2.E6)

Ben 10: Race Against Time 

Beta Test

Clarence (S3.E12)

Bionicle: The Legend Reborn

Black Sheep

Mythbusters (S9.E6)

Family Guy (S6.E1)

Bolt

House (S7.E15)

Bon Bini Holland

Borrowed Time

Bounty Killer

Brainstorming 

Bratz

Calamity Jane: Wild West Legend

Captain America: The First Avenger 

Cars

Cars 2

Lupin (S2.E5)

Stars Wars: Clone Wars (S2.E7)

Stars Wars: Clone Wars (S3.E4)

The Book of Boba Fett (S1.E7)

Chisum

Stars Wars: Clone Wars (S3.E20)

Clash of the Titans

Clifford the Big Red Dog 

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2

Colin 

Fast & Furious Spy Racers (S2.E4)

Amphibia (S3.E11)

Blindspot (S2.E5)

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

Corto Maltese (S1.E1)

Community (S3.E18)

Cowboys & Aliens

Cradle 2 the Grave 

Crawlspace

Fantasy Island (S4.E8)

Lego Star Wars: Droid Tales (S1.E2)

Community (S2.E18)

Dragon Wars: D-War

DOA: Dead or Alive

Daddy’s Home

Daddy’s Perfect Little Girl 

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (S7.E7)

Dante’s Peak

Agency of Vengeance: Dark Rising 

Date Movie

Day & Night

De film van Dylan Haegens

Deadpool 2

Lego Star Wars: All-Stars (S1.E3)

Death Proof

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (S2.E20)

Two Is a Family

Despicable Me

Despicable Me 2

Diary of a Wimpy Kid 

Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days 

The Goldfish 

Die Hard with a Vengeance 

DieRy

Dinocroc vs. Supergator

Dinoshark

Drawn Together (S1.E6)

Distant Drums

District 9

Django Unchained 

Community (S3.E8)

Doom

Littlest Pet Shop (S1.E23)

Down by the Riverside 

Due Date 

Galavant (S1.E6)

Blizzards of Souls

Maverick (S3.E10)

Ein Rabe namens Poe

Elf: Buddy’s Musical Christmas

Encanto

Enchanted 

Star Trek Phase II (S1.E6)

Enthiran

Community (S2.E6)

Toren C (S2.E2)

Maverick (S2.E6)

Evening Class

Ever After High: Dragon Games

Everything Wrong with… (S9.E100)

Everything Wrong with… (S10.E105)

Everything Wrong with… (S4.E24)

Regular Show (S4.E1)

Lego Star Wars: Droid Tales (S1.E1)

Explorers 

Extinct

Outlander (S3.E13)

F9: The Fast Saga 

Face Eater 

Fantastic Four

Feast 

Feels Good Man

Doom Patrol (S2.E5)

Lego Star Wars: Droid Tales (S1.E4)

Flushed Away 

Regular Show (S6.E16)

Freddy vs. Ghostbusters

Free Guy

Fresh 

The Simpsons (S28.E2)

The Loud House (S1.E2)

Community (S5.E5)

Getaway

Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance 

Ghost Rock

Ghosted 

God of War

God of War III

Golden Dreams

Grabbers

CSI: NY (S1.E4)

Gremlins 2: The New Batch

Grey Eyes

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

SMG4 (S6.E36)

Guns Akimbo

Family Guy (S20.E14)

Hacksaw Ridge 

Halo Wars

Hancock

Hardcore Henry 

Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle

Harper 

Hellboy 

Star Wars: Rebels (S3.E5)

Hercules 

The Boys (S3.E6)

Schnitzel Paradise 

Hillary’s America: The Secret History of the Democratic Party 

Epic Rap Battles of History (S3.E1)

Hitman: Agent 47

Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu (S1.E2)

Home Team

Masters of Horror (S1.E6)

Homefront

How 13 Props are Made for Movies and TV

How It Should Have Ended (S9.E2)

How It Should Have Ended (S8.E18)

Howard the Duck

A Frozen Rooster

I Am David

Impasse

In a Valley of Violence

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Indiana Jones and the Staff of Kings

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

Inglourious Basterds 

Injustice 

Inspector Gadget (S2.E26)

Community (S2.E17)

Ultimate Spider-Man (S2.E12)

Jason and the Argonauts

Jiu Jitsu 

Jumanji: The Next Level

Juno

Just Visiting 

Justice 

Katy Perry: Roar

My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic (S3.E10)

Keeping Up with the Joneses

Kill Bill: Vol. 1

Cyanide and Happiness Shorts (S1.E140)

Kill Possible 

Nostalgia Critic (S12.E28)

King Kong

Kingdom of Heaven

Klitschko

Knight Rider (S1.E3)

Steven Universe (S4.E2)

Knowing

From Up on Poppy Hill

Kung Fu Panda

Lego Star Wars Summer Vacation 

Dogmatix and the Indomitables (S1.E15)

Land of the Pharaohs

Tad: The Lost Explorer

The Legend of Hallowaiian

Legends of Oz: Dorothy’s Return

Legion of Iron

Lego Beyond Worlds

Lego Marvel Super Heroes: Maximum Overload

Lego the Lord of the Rings: The Video Game

Leprechaun 6: Back 2 Tha Hood

Lethal Weapon 2

Lethal Weapon 4

License to Wed

[lizbethlupin]

[mrawkweird]

Seeing that Lupin Zero teaser I have one thing to say……I’m all in!!!😆😆😆

I'm loving how with every new project for Lupin from them these days it's used to delve deeper into the lore and into the character and it's coming right after the season where his childhood was being brought to the forefront. Right when I said "Oh, we ain't gonna be allowed to ever actually see little Lupin" they were already in the studio going

"Fucking BET. Prepare for the littlest Lupin you have ever seen".

[hitmyheadagainstthewall]

The light covering everything in yellow, orange and red

Summary:

Dazai himself was there beneath the dim light from the sign, leaned against the doorframe, his partner was wearing a hospital gown—looking recklessly pathetic.

“Hey," Chuuya acknowledged.

“Hey,” Dazai responded.

-

or, Dazai got captured and Chuuya takes care of him on the aftermath.

In less than an hour the stool where he was sat was left empty, and Bar Lupin was ten-yens in debt. He never liked sake, anyway.

For weeks, or months, perhaps—long enough for Chuuya not be able to say with the tip of his tongue and quick thinking—, his colleagues in Port Mafia were not able to organise a reunion, or just talk with each other outside of a bloody mission, the heavy weight of lives over their shoulders, the aroma of madness, and grief.

Somewhere inside Chuuya, deep in his guts, at the bottom of his mind, he missed it.

The warmth that domained his chest when he was around his people, familiar faces everywhere he gazed, he missed it; the heat of the alcohol sliding down his throat and sitting wrong into his stomach, as his organs had shifted placement, however it was mixed with himself amid of his drinking companions—felt like home.

(One day, in his forsaken life, he will outgrow it. He will find comfort at his own singularity, and trust no-one but himself, because nobody is worth it. There , he was sixteen, and he was human.)

God knows that he had not been able to enjoy it for at least a year. He doesn’t have the time.

Dazai. Dazai Osamu.

The contradictions of his partner made him capable of appearing in the rushen encounter of his friends at the Bar Lupin, in the first place.

Dazai had become a enduring partner, not only because of the boss orders, where neither of them had the whim to disobey, but because Chuuya started to understand the person fighting at his side better than his own skin—and it was not the easiest—, and he was determined to learn even more of Dazai’s depth, as well the weight of his mind.

It had maintained him occupied.

They had been tossed back and forth, mission after mission; days, weeks, closer to months, where they had the misfortune to spend together with no outside communication, stuck with each other in hideouts scattered everywhere, and locked inside cells into enemy’s territory. Just so Mori would give them a tap on their shoulders (or a punishment—even though he never received much of those, and he was not as stupid as Dazai liked to pretend he is.)

Chuuya hated him.

His partner; annoying at the best, with his talking and with his gestures, just altogether provocative. They could (and would) wrestle for days, non-stop. Nevertheless, Chuuya had seen Dazai build brick-by-brick of a new wall of his facet towards foreign people, but keep the old, chipped on the borders ones towards him—all masks made from clay, sagging within the heavy gravity.

(He will understand, in the future, that he had mined on dead soil. Nevermind Chuuya gave Dazai his truth, and his soul, Chuuya never gave Dazai purpose.

How selfish can it be? Expect compassion from the inhuman. Fortunately, he expected nothing at all.)

Chuuya was not the most academically gifted person to wonder the Port Mafia’s paths, no matter how much it hurts him to admit; he, as well, struggled to understand the simpler of schoolarity subjects, biology, quimics, mathematics—he understood physics, nonetheless, or at least the most important slice of it.

“Osmosys,” Dazai had humbled for Chuuya once. His provocative tone falling into a soft sigh, more thoughtful, “is the easiest way to learn about anything on this planet.”

Himself, was the gravity pull, and he comprehended easily, with the littlest complies, as he fell into Dazai Osamu’s orbit. Albeit, every object with mass has the urge to fall.

He needed a fucking break.

Their operation—the one that Dazai commanded from afar, and Chuuya obeyed because in some point between trying to crack his partner’s cranium open against the wall but also preparing hot cocoa for their sore throats during nights neither of them were going to sleep, he gave Dazai his life—was a success, at least for their superiors.

His partner gave the command to evacuate their man, despite Chuuya’s angered barks towards the enemy’s base (how antagonic to say, considering what he is). That day, Dazai muttered towards him, “Take control of the mission— don’t question it at least, alright? Be back here when I give you the sign.” He might have added a “Good dog!” he doesn’t remember.

The mission was for the recovery of leaked confidential files; it took weeks, and yet Chuuya was not aware of what those files contained. Leaked, a formal way to say the papers were transferred from the underground by a traitor, unknown, that was able to come out clean.

Dazai was able to track down those documents into a building disguised as a Nonprofit Organisation amid the crowded urban centre. Chuuya knew that attacking a “light-hearted” business was not close to being one of the cruellest things the mafia could do to protect its own interests.

But they did not.

They did not, and Dazai disappeared for a weekend after that short command.

The sign came as a phone call. An exchange: his partner’s life or the precious documents he knew nothing about.

Chuuya and his men were at the building’s entrance not an hour after, and he invaded with nothing more than a knife on his left hand.

It was the scent of blood, and the loose track of footsteps that led Chuuya towards Dazai; the gravitational pull, where he keeps falling, falling, falling, all the downsteps from that mouldy staircase, and guides him towards the centre.

Albeit, Dazai is almost unrecognisable. He found Dazai inside of an interrogation cell, lacking his coat, and his tie. Dazai stayed, as still as a marble statue, handcuffed to a metal chair.

All he could think was: “This fucking idiot…”

No self-destructive behaviour of his would condicionante him to be tortured from own whim—but, again, Dazai was just something else, with an impressive lack of surviving skills.

The door crinkled with his gravity, dented as a soda can within his hands. He was not capable of seeing the cell’s depth—he could only curse towards the walls he couldn’t gaze, and hoped the dim red-light from his ability was enough to guide him frontwards, and it was, until it flickled.

His right foot stepped over a wet, sticky puddle.

Chuuya was comfortably familiar with the No Longer Human. Chuuya could explain the feeling as sinking, misstepping, or just jumping and never finding the floor, Dazai had explained to Chuuya his ability was as bugs crawling beneath thin skin. He felt the urge to call his partner dramatic, however he couldn’t, not when Dazai looked at him like he was gazing himself through Chuuya’s eyes.

It was impossible for him to not shiver, the couple of seconds after he realised he had sunk his feet is partner’s lake of blood; the chair in the middle of the puddle like the centre of a spectacle.

“Dazai,” he begged. Chuuya’s hands drew his companion’s head upwards, who had lolled back and exposed neck; and he jumped, heart dropped into the bottom of his stomach (falling, falling, falling), and the distant whir from No Longer Human, as he accidently gaze directly on Dazai’s open eyes, no bandage around his useless eye, as looking towards the bottom of burnt caramel. “Snap out of it!”

The absent mist covering Dazai’s eyes cleared as he shook his partner's head back and forth—he did not want to think how terrifying it was, the body heavy within his hands, looking lifeless, his partner.

Dazai blinked, slow, and Chuuya could almost see the boom of his pupils, enlarged unnaturally, it almost hid the bursted capillaries from his sclera, through the murky cell.

Dazai grinned. “It took you enough time.” Dry blood that had flowed from his nose flaked.

“I should leave you here.” Chuuya leered.

He did not. The tramble of his hands proved it as he moved towards the handcuffs, winced as his knees sank on the bloody mess, just to figure both thumbs were dislocated, and the metal slided down his nude wrists.

As soon as Dazai could move, he stood, rapidly, and stumbled a few steps towards the door before stilling. 

“Hell, you must be out of your mind,” Chuuya mumbled and straightened his legs.

His hands drew towards Dazai’s back right away; he felt the body slightly swing against the palm of his hands, as how buildings wobbled during wind storms. “Oi!” he said, and Chuuya snapped his fingers in front of Dazai’s nose, anxious to clean the dissociated gaze that worked as a cloud, it had prinprinks of light that he could recognise on the same eyes when Dazai drunk cheap whiskey after three days without eating nothing more than chips and peanut.

Before he could think—Dazai’s eyelids, looking so heavy, sluggishly closed—, his partner’s body slumped.

He seized Dazai’s both arms and dragged the limp body towards his chest, fixing his sprawled limbs on his hold, the elbow pierced his shoulder (he ignored, for his own sake, as his hand ran towards the neck, as his breath hitched before he could find the constant beat from the heart, and he swallowed the lump of panic stuck on his throat, because Dazai felt dead. Dazai collapsed as he had his strings cut, and he felt so, so scared.)

“Fucking bastard Dazai,” Chuuya swore, whining. Dazai’s weight firm against his back, lanky arms wrapped on his neck, and Chuuya pretended not to eye the nails chewed to non-existence, as he climbed the staircase, the warmth of hot blood spilled on his jacket as wine was able to make him wince, but all he felt was too lazy, too slow rise and fall from his partner’s breathing.

Mori appeared, like he always seemed to do to leer Dazai at his worst, and most vulnerable parts, however it only made Chuuya sick on the stomach rather than confidence that his companion would be safe within his boss’s gloves.

Beneath the moonlight, accompanied by the stars, he could hear the distant whir of sirens from vehicles he was so used to the sound, Mori hoisted Dazai from his hold as someone picking a feral, stray cat, and tapped his shoulder two times—Chuuya blamed the burnt to his aching limbs, and not because the touch from his boss was so foreign to him, and the presence was so hefty, that he was terrified of the superior gaze.

“You did a good job, Chuuya-kun,” Mori sang. “I think you deserve a break, don’t you think? How about a commemoration?”

The Bar Lupin was filled with known faces, nonetheless the stool he commonly sat was empty. He soon became familiar with the side-looks he received, no matter how much liquor he had drank. One small talk with a group of friends he engaged with was enough for him to realise he knew none of these people—and the heat from the partnership was only the burning throat from a quick shot he took to ignore how he felt misplaced.

“The warmth that domained his chest when he was around his people, familiar faces everywhere he gaze, he missed it”— and, yet, all he was capable of thinking was Dazai Osamu.

Leave the stool as more of an easy decision than he wanted it to be. He wanted to struggle with it for a while, he wanted the urge of following his partner to hell and back to be difficult, a pin in the back of his head; nevertheless before he could think straight, his legs were wandering the Underground paths, where he knew his partner would be awaiting for him.

Chuuya had called himself independent—he never bent under superior’s wishes without bickering, without fighting back. His partner’s contradictions conditioned him, in some way, to not give up his will, and never give people the force to fold his power. Yet, his loyalty was never something he could work with, carved on stone and his flesh as the burning swirl pattern from Arahabaki, both Dazai and him knew that outstandingly well.

Wind blew and tousled his knotted hair, and he still wrinkled his nose with the smell of salt poured on his face; he dwelled in Yokohama’s pathways since the first thread of his memories, snuggling with homeless, pathetic kids to expel the deadly cold from their small bodies, and he lived exclusively for the city, for those people, however he never got used to the sour whiff streaming in the air, too familiar, almost nostalgic, even that he never left.

The way his veins ran inside his body are the same from the streets that contrived the nerves of his home town, and he had ranged those dropping-drunk, bled out, with blind eyes—he arrived just in time.

When his face got lighted with more than the thin veil from the moonlight and now with the neon sign from a foreign clinic, it being the only enlightened structure into the whole street, he was already shivering. The dry blood from Dazai on his back created a cold crust on his jacket that sent shivers down his spine.

And Dazai himself was there, which made him release a chuckle, beneath the dim light from the sign, leaned against the doorframe, his partner was wearing a hospital gown— looking recklessly pathetic.

Dazai’s skin was ashen, and the bandage around his face was loosely back but not on his arms—Dazai was a mosaic of scar, stained glass teared until it returned to sand—then he scraped the harsh skin until it drew blood—suddenly it wasn’t as funny. He looked lanky without them, sprawled limbs and joints pointed out from the muscles.

“Hey,” Chuuya acknowledged.

He noticed the black and blue bruises, fingerprints and memorable sore from punches that gave Dazai life, nevermind how unbelievable it may have sounded.

“Hey,” Dazai responded.

His voice was rough on the edges, like the burnt ledge from a paper, and weary. Chuuya strode towards Dazai and cupped his corned hands—he ignored the constant quivering, since he knew Dazai, when Chuuya weared such a thin jumper he could see the skin beneath the cloth, his hands were the only organs he could not control, always gesticulating and shaking…

“Huh,” Chuuya breathed. “I expected for you to look more–”

Dazai sneered. “Fuck up?”

A nose tugged on his scalp, the faint blow of his partner’s inhale made his guts wiggle with joy, something as stepping over hot sand with bare feet, and something like pride, because he knew Chuuya was the only that Dazai started contact with; Chuuya was the one who Dazai talked about nightmares, and Chuuya was the one who Dazai snuggled when he was sick—not Ango , not Mori.

(Not Odasaku—it would be a lie.)

He tightened his hold on the hands, and Dazai rested his cheek above his tousled velvet hair, just breathing. “Yes, jackass.”

Dazai hummed, “They’re more into waterboarding, you know?” he drawled, “and a little bit of carving, but they’re so, so bad at it, Chuuya, and too talkative, as well–”

“Carved?” He interrupted his partner’s humbleness.

“Oh,” Dazai breathed. Swiftly, he withdrew—Dazai’s nose wrinkled after the light itch from his hair, and he absolutely, utterly, abnormally hated how his heart stuttered, too fond and with beyond care—, then moved way slightly the fabric from the gown and showed bandages that balled from his chest to his stomach: scattered slashes of blood leaked from the white bandages, distant from each other, but still near for Chuuya to understand a pattern.

It remembered him a little excessively like Mori…

He leisurely brought the tip of his finger towards the woven cotton, but stopped himself as Dazai winced.

Dazai must have, too, Chuuya wondered. He was not the one to miss irony when he saw it.

Dazai’s right hand attempted to escape his loose grip, going towards his free arm, however Chuuya stopped him by clutching the fingers.

“Ouch,” Dazai verbalised, suddenly remembering Chuuya from the dislocated thumbs from earlier that night. “I can’t believe you just did this to me, Chibikko–” Chuuya growled. “Hurting me like this. When I’m already miserable. When at the verge of death.”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Chuuya groaned, “you can’t shut up. You just can’t.”

They kept humbling at each other, insutes and words they can barely hear, or understand leaving their mouths. Nevertheless, at every moment, at every bastard mackerel, petite mafioso, fucking wimp, shorty slug they leaned more and more against each other, until the point where he sustained the slim body from his partner with his own, and dug his heels onto the paved street.

In some minutes, or hours, perhaps, it was going to sunrise, and the last thing he wanted was to be standing on a random pavement in front of a clandestine hospital clinic Mori must had built with the money he gathered from a million others clinics, scattered through all Yokohama, with the limp body of his partner, and Chuuya was tired.

He was tired— tired from the investigation that endured days alone, from the sleepless weekend, from seeing Dazai teared as a ragdoll, and of sitting on a stool thinking about his partner. He got tired from the feeling of home Dazai had brought, of thinking of him, and talking about him, and the lack on his heart where his idependency used to live, of a past where he did not knew Dazai; he missed it, whole-heartedly missed it, but could not bring himself to live like that again.

Chuuya, then, lazily kicked Dazai’s left leg, and he fell hitting his shoulder onto Chuuya’s chest, as his leg shook and bent. Dazai whimpered, loudly and childish, and Chuuya rolled his eyes even though he was only fifty days apart in age.

Inhaled, they still smelled like blood, like madness, and grief. Exhaled, the sky became pink in front of his eyes, a ray of sunshine, light piercing the heavy clouds and the injustice from the silent nights.

“I waited for you,” Chuuya said.

“I know,” Dazay muttered, “me too.”

The trip towards the apartament had them panting—Dazai puked once, and Chuuya had to stop merely three times to not do the same due pure and unfiltered exhaustion, his limbs costing all his energy to simply lift. They sat against each other as the lifter climbed through ten floors, and Chuuya did not even live in the penthouse.

As they arrived the sun was glowing outside, the sunrays covering everything in yellow, orange and red like oil paint, leaking through the gaps underneath doors and narrow windows.

Dazai looked as ashen as he did before, eyes closed and leaned against the wall from the hallway as Chuuya attempted to open the lock from his own apartment, and he could see the veins that contrived beneath the eyelids, as well the rapid back and forth spasms from his pupils; oily hair clung on his forehead and pale lips like white marble—it made Chuuya wonder how much of a good idea was bringing Dazai from a hospital to his house.

Sleeping while standing up was not something that fitted well on Dazai, it appeared too vulnerable, and weak, for a mafioso with a nickname as cruel as Demon Prodigy, or a fame of a heartless, inhuman death-machine, and his partner would be contorting if anyone could see him in this state, but not with him— there, the pride again, warmer and more colourful than the sunrise.

“C’mon,” Chuuya mumbled after unlocking his door—on the third key, as well. His brain felt like cotton, or milk inside his scalp. “Get in, Mackerel, I’m not carrying you inside.”

He did.

They did not take off the shoes, nor his carmesin-covered jacket, then uneven footprints scattered over the carpet, of mud and dirt. “Heavy mother-fucker,” Chuuya lied, his partner was concerningly light, on thin ice for him to him to feel the ribcage. He carried his companion by the armpits, then Chuuya pushed Dazai onto the sofa, the body collapsed, slouched on the leather.

“You’re a meanie,” Dazai whined. “I’m very high,” Dazai added, for no particular reason, half-lidded eyes staring towards the dim yellow lights.

“Are you, really?” Chuuya arched an eyebrow. Dazai nodded. “Good, so I don’t need to waste proper medication on you.”

“Chibi–” Dazai’s hands moved towards his both bare arms—it was a habit that could not vanish, Chuuya was sceptical it ever would—, he firmly moved the hands away. “I’m itchy.”

“So put on some pyjamas, and go to sleep,” he growled.

“You know that’s not how it works, petite.

“You need to stop callin’ me that,” Chuuya humbled, finally, finally, removed the tight shoes from his feet, waggling his toes. He felt so relieved he pretended to not hear the giggles from when he lost balance and was close to stumble over Dazai. “I am growing, on my way to tower over you, I just need time!”

“Hum,” Dazai closed his eyes, “I bet your motorcycle that it’s not true.”

Chuuya removed his jacket, the blood flaked away, tearing over the fabric like clay. His face reddened, heated with familiar anger—more familiar than those people, than the Yokohama streets, a different kind of warmth from enragement only Dazai could have brought. “That’s not how bets work, dipshit.”

I am home, he felt, I don’t want it to end.  

“Where are you going?” Dazai asked after Chuuya rubbed his feet on the carpet, grounding himself, and dragged his weary body forward in the living room.

“I’m gonna’ shower, what do you think I’m doing?” Chuuya stopped with a hand seizing his wrist.

“No, that won’t do,” Dazai hummed. He opened his eyes, poodles of burnt caramel, or toffee apple, and Chuuya got distracted by it— for some forsaken second he was lost within them, for a split second…—, swiftly he was being pulled over Dazai’s damaged body. “Now, sh, sh, sh, sh, calm down, dog.”

“What the fuck?” Chuuya yells, his head resting beneath his partner’s chin, he felt as much as he heard the heart beats constantly, and the rise and fall from his chest—the chin tugged on his hair, then Chuuya held his breath for merely seconds, exhaling accompanied with the soft breath from his partner. Tangled legs and sprawled arms, Dazai’s hand kept clutching his wrist, and other hand lolled outside the sofa. “Dazai, let me be, I’m disgusting.”

“I don’t remember you from havin’ such low self-esteem.” Dazai sighed. “Just go to sleep, Chuuya, we can resolve everything tomorrow.”

Gravitational pull: everything with mass has its own orbit, and everything with mass is attracted towards its force— it was the law of Physics, raw and bare, when Chuuya snuggled closer to Dazai, arms wrapping firmly on his back and Dazai did not flinch.

“‘Solve everything tomorrow’ isn’t just you being lazy until the problem is over?”

They breathed with one another. One soul from two bodies. He can feel every every flapped from his eyelashes, or every gasp from the narrow gap on the mouth, and the snorts, and the uneven pace from the heart—and it was not as overwhelming as it was supposed to be, it felt as a continuation of his body, it recorded him Dazai was alive beneath him.

“You know me very well! Now, sleep.”

The lights were on, and Chuuya spended the next ten minutes thinking about the stool, he thought if the people were already with their heads resting over the pillows, if there were family waiting from them wild awake. He thought about the blood from that cell, whether it was blown up, vanishing without remains, or whether it was cleaned new.

Dazai rested a lazy hand over his curls, and the thoughts suddenly didn’t matter.

“Good night, Mackerel.”

Dazai did not respond, because he was already asleep.

[manilafm]

most wanted characters by the members/admins, please?

Everyone who is a member/admin. of this RPG would love to see Rose Granger-Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, the rest of Ginny Weasley's brothers ( Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, and Bill Weasley ), Cho Chang, Cedric Diggory, Mr. Remus Lupin, Katie Bell, Neville Longbottom, Mrs. Molly Weasley, Mr. Arthur Weasley, Mr. James Potter, Mrs. Lily Evans-Potter, Emma Vanity, Romilda Vane, Penelope Clearwater, Hugo Granger-Weasley, Professor Severus Snape, Professor Minerva McGonagall, Marlene McKinnon, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, and Oliver Wood from Harry Potter ; Gerald Johanssen, Arnold Shortman, Patricia ‘Big Patty’ Smith, Nadine, Sheena, Lila Sawyer, and Sid from Hey, Arnold! ; Payton Saunders, Autumn Brooks, Sakura Watanabe, Max Warren, Kara Sinclair, Ezra, Hope Castillo, Julian Castillo, Katherine, Koh Sunya, Derek, Nick, Shane, Wes Porter, Nishan Khandaar, Chelsea, Owen Harris, Brigette, Lacey, Kimi Chen, Quinn, Asher Rollins, Chase Cunningham, and Fibikemi ‘Phoebe’ Ayotunde from High School Story ; Sam Puckett, Freddie Benson, Carly Shay, Spencer Shay, and Gibby Gibson from iCarly ; Elena Gilbert, Hope Mikaelson, Joesette 'Josie’ Saltzman, and everyone else from The Vampire Diaries / The Originals / Legacies ( excluding Damon Salvatore, though ) ; Youngmee Song, Mrs. Eliza Biskit, Mr. Fisher Biskit, Mrs. Lauren ‘Betty’ Smith, Sue Patterson, Joshua 'Josh’ Sharp, and Mr. Roger Biskit from Littlest Pet Shop ; Adrien Agreste, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Jessica ‘Jess’ Keynes, Alix Kubdel, Luka Couffaine, Nathalie Sancoeur, Kagami Tsurugi, Mrs. Emilie Agreste (neé Graham De Vanily), Mr. Gabriel Agreste, Lila Rossi, Mrs. Sabine Cheng, Mr. Tom Dupain, Master Wang Fu, Félix Graham De Vanily, Lê Chiến Kim, Max Kanté, Mylène Haprèle, Ivan Bruel, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Marc Anciel, Ms. Caline Bustier, Principal Damocles, Ms. Mendeleiev, Fred Haprèle, Armand D'Argencourt, Mr. André Bourgeois, Jagged Stone, Nadja Chamack, Mr. Roger Raincomprix, Mr. Alim Kubdel, Jalil Kubdel, Xavier Ramier, Mr. Otis Césaire, Mrs. Marlena Césaire, Nora Césaire, Wayhem, Ms. Anarka Couffaine, Ondine, Mrs. Amélie Graham De Vanilly, Grand Master Su-Han, Ms. Tomoe Tsurugi, Aurore Beauréal, and Mrs. Audrey Bourgeois from Miraculous: Tales Of Ladybug & Cat Noir ; and lastly, we would also absolutely love to see Peter Parker, Loki Laufeyson, America Chavez, Carol Danvers, Pepper Potts, Mary Jane Watson, Michelle ‘M.J.’ Jones, Cindy Moon, May Parker, Kamala Khan, Wade Wilson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor Odinson, Emma Frost, Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, and Jean Grey from Marvel !! However, if you have any specific fandoms in mind to bring into this RPG, please send us another ask with the FULL name of the fandom !!

[gambitandrogues]

Is anyone else obsessed with how they come across to other people? I mean that in the least self-centered way possible, I just have no idea how I come across to other people. Someone'll say a song makes me think of me, or a character reminds me of them, and it's always so damn interesting lmao.

[maid-of-the-golden-deer]

dont take this as me unwillong to closk the series for bigotry (even specifically homophobia in this case) bc i will, but i didnt consider the gags about jigen, goemon, and zenigata being in love with lupin in part five to be homophobic? like having those theories broadcast in a massive social media broadcast is like Different lol. and like we all know zenigata is essentially textually in love with him in a legit canon way so of course he reacts poorly sgushs. and also like there is the more openly transphobic joke (calling jigen or goemon being “secretly a woman” gross lmao) which stood out to me more