The biggest misconception in the bsd fandom ever to me is people constantly portraying Atsushi as someone who trauma dumps excessively when he canonically barely talks about it at all.
The entire point is that Atsushi does not talk about his trauma he’s just constantly thinking about/reliving it. He can’t escape the memories of his past so he tries not to acknowledge them.
He only mentions it when asked, either directly or when someone asks him to explain himself.
Atsushi doesn’t even give a cohesive explanation for what he saw while under Dogra Magra, he just apologizes to Haruno and Naomi.
If Lucy hadn’t had her whole “you’ve never suffered the way I have” spiel then I doubt even the audience would’ve gotten to find out about his scars
If Akutagawa never asked him how it felt for the orphanage headmaster to die Atsushi would have never told him that he’s been hallucinating.
In the omake where Kyoka asks him why his hair is like that it’s clear he wouldn’t have told her that unless she had asked.
In 55 minutes Atsushi very briefly mentions sleeping on a dirty floor somewhere to Kunikida because he was trying to explain and justify his behavior.
And the thing is that there are scenes that implies that the other characters see Atsushi behaving strangely and are visibly confused because they do not understand what’s wrong with him.
Remember, we as an audience get to see things about characters that the main cast doesn’t. Just because we see into Atsushi’s mind doesn’t mean the other characters know what’s going on in there.
Also little footnote here that I think this is a reference to the moon over the mountain but I digress
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ready for your bite
✧ written for 'suck' ✧ word count: 480 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: none ✧ tags: vampire!eddie, confident steve, suggestive ✧ @steddiemicrofic (〜 ̄▽ ̄)〜✧
"Hello? Is anyone here? I'm sorry to intrude, but there's a terrible storm -"
"And so you enter my home?"
Steve gasped, spinning around to find a man, watching him from the shadows. "Please," he says. "Allow me to stay for just the night, until the storm passes."
The man stares at the droplets running down his skin. "Of course. Come, I'll show you where you can dry off."
Steve inhales when he hears the window click open, the hinges somehow quiet despite it being so large and heavy.
He stays silent as a weight starts to creep on him, tangles of curls brushing against his bare skin, only letting out a sigh when a feather-light touch grazes down his throat.
"What a pretty bride you'd make."
The words are soft, almost wistful, and his heart races, which means the game is over.
"And why," he drawls, opening his eyes to stare up at the shocked Edmund above him. "Would I not be a groom?"
"I - you're awake?" Edmund says and Steve almost coos.
"Is this the part where you ravish me in bed?" He raises his brow, moving his body languidly across the sheets, watching as Edmund watches. "Where you tie me down, bite my skin and suck the life out of me?"
"I don't - you knew?"
"Oh come on," Steve rolls his eyes. "A big spooky castle in the middle of dangerous woods with a single occupant who has no reflection?"
"How could -" Edmund sputters, still caging Steve to the bed. "There are no silver-backed mirrors here!"
"Brought my own," Steve grins, shifting along the sheets again just to see Edmund's eyes flicker down.
"You're a hunter," he accuses, but he doesn't move.
"Something like that," Steve agrees, and he strokes a hand up Edmund's arm and shoulder, curling it around the nape of his neck. The vampire's eyes never leave his but damn, the way they widen. "I'm really just a man, looking for some shelter from the terrible storm outside."
"The storm passed an hour ago," Edmund says, even as he follows Steve's hand pushing him closer.
"Mm, but it's so cold out there," Steve pouts, both of his arms wrapped around Edmund's neck, his bare chest pressed against the silk of Edmund's shirt. He watches him swallow with a smile. "Will you leave your poor fiancé to shiver just after you promised me forever?"
"I - you - this isn't how it's supposed to go?!"
Steve pulls him in closer, pushes Edmund's face into his neck, relishes in the sound of his gasp. "Why not? Everything's going according to your plan, I am simply asking if you intend to get my blood all over these fine sheets."
"What are you?" Edmund says softly, nervously, into Steve's skin.
"Why don't you start drinking," Steve grips his hair with a smile. "And find out?"
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its been hours and i still cant breathe thinking about ino having nanami's dull blade, especially now that it's a cursed tool embedded with his ct.
i predicted last week that we were gonna get a nanami mention at least this chapter, regarding what ino wanted to talk to gojo, shoko and ijichi about, but I couldn't have seen this coming.
i immediately thought of what happened with mai and maki when i read that nanami's ct was transferred to a weapon and given to someone else. the implications of this parallel have me literally clawing at the bars of my enclosure.
no matter how u see it, it's actually wild that ino gets to wield the last piece of nanami, mostly bc i bet no one thought ino was that important to him (or in general) but also bc it's actually so deserved if u think about it.
im still so scared that ino is not making it out of this fight but now ik for sure that either as motivation to keep going next week or moments before his death, ino will be thinking of nanami.
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