#yall that mori joke

[jackiepackiee]

Oh hey there! This my first time requesting you!

I have a request for chuuya nakahara and dazai osamu. I wanna ask that how would he be a as a boyfriend to a s/o who could control electrons in the atmosphere.

For dazai its how would he confess to girl who he admires for a long time but is scared to lose her, but she confesses to him before he could?

Thank you very much and I love the rule about angst without a happy ending i mean cmon life is tough enough already we all are carrying emotional baggage in some way or the other 😭😭

Love you admin, take care! 💞💞

Trying this again because I finished and tumblr deleted it ALLLL

I love science!

𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 & 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝓍 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈- 𝓃𝑜𝓅𝑒

𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒 - 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 / 𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒

𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾

Will ask the most annoying questions

“Can you make your body a metallic bond so when you’re hit by an enemy, you’re malleable. Oh! Can you make the hatrack an ionic bond so I can make his charges line up and he’ll explode!”

“Dazai… No!

Yall meet a work

He teases you, goes on missions with you, pranks Kunikida with you

But it’s not until your ability goes haywire and you’re hurt one day that he realizes he likes you

From then on, he hugs you when your ability acts up

Nullifying you and getting a hug

A win win in his book

Little things change

He does his paperwork, doesn’t drink as much, teases you more, and makes less suicide attempts

Though, he can’t confess

You’re too good, he can’t ruin you with his depression and violent past

But, what if you say no?

He thinks it’s a lose lose

What a dumb thing for such a smart guy to think?

He finally decided to confess when Ranpo tells him that it’s a good idea

(Ranpo, the world's greatest detective, can obviously tell you like Dazai and he likes you. Why not be the wingman for the new it couple?)

“Dazai… the entire agency knows. And I’ll tell them for you… unless you get me a snack. Yknow, I’m no romance detective, but love is in the air.”

So… he brings you to the Port

Wins you a cute little teddy at a game slot

He’s about to confess

But… before he can speak

“Dazai, I like you!”

You like him. You. So incredibly intelligent, strong, kind? He’s smart, but would’ve never seen this coming

He noticed how the ocean twists

You ability acts up and is causing the hydrogen and oxygen to disconnect

You’re practically shaking with nerves

So… he hugs you

Not a kiss… he would never rush such a perfect moment

The ocean calms, you ability nullifies

Now that you’re dating, the question are WORSE

“Did you change the atoms in my brain so I love you?” “One, no. Two, that’s not how love works!”

Brags to everyone, even if it’s annoying

Just adores you

Thinks he could die happy

Although, he’d much rather live to love you

Makes sure that all your missions are local so he can get to you incase electrons start buzzing around

Calls you dumb things, stupid science jokes, it’s a headache

Overall, so smart but sooo stupid

𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶

Thinks you’re the coolest!

Likes to think your abilities are similar and you two have a connection

Also… a bit dumb

So he asks so many questions

What, he’s fascinated with you and he wants to know as much as he can

“Valence electrons? What?” “What do ya mean I can’t see em? Too small?”

Even if he’s technically the strongest in the entire Port Mafia, thinks you’re better

I mean, he can control gravity but you can manipulate matter!

Thinks that you’re a gift for all his years of hell and unluckiness

Even if you’re just a friend… for now

Never EVER lets you go on missions alone

Makes sure at least one of his trusted subordinates is with you

And if that can’t happen, he’ll make sure Mori gives Chuuya you’re a dangerous work

He’ll miss sleep to take your work, just so you’re safe

If you’re ever overwhelmed, he’ll float you off the ground

Makes sure that you can calm down

Maybe it’s the air higher up, maybe the scenery?

Or… maybe it’s his arms wrapped tight around you

He realizes during one of these moments how much he loves you

“Shh, it’s okay. You ability is stable and you’re safe.”

After asking Kouyou for advice, he’s ready to confess

Buys roses, wine, a jazz record, and a little stuffed animal

Knocks on your apartment when…

You open the door… looking stunning.

“Chuuya? What’re you doing here?”

A gorgeous red outfit, styled hair and makeup. He used his ability to float the gifts to the ceiling so you wouldn’t see.

“Oh… you look pret- I mean! You’re so dressed up.”

“Yeah… was about to leave.”

His heart sunk, although his cheeks warmed at the sight of you in such a beautiful outfit.

“Do you have a date?”

“Date? No, I don’t.”

What a relief!

“Well, what’s the occasion?”

“… I really like you Chuuya! I was gonna try and find you at work now!”

Oh woah… did he just die and go to heaven?

Gives you the sweetest kiss (It’s definitely his first)

Now that you’re dating, he spoils you

Remember how no one is allowed to put you in danger?

Before, he’d let other watch you

But now he’ll clear his day just for your safety

Tries to learn as much as he can about science so he can talk with you even more

“Damn it… electron sea? I thought we had seven seas already?”

Overall? Perfect 11/10

[dvzaiosamu]

Recommending Ao3 fanfics — bsd

Yeah, again, recommending fanfics! Just eat them all, I know yall are hungry.

Hope yall enjoy these series and maybe I'll continue to post these.

Circus tent [no ship].

Summary: Dazai had never known how to react. He knew watching well - he watched blood pour out of gunshot wounds, watched Mori slit the Old Boss’ throat, watched Chuuya’s beatific dance of destruction every time it was deemed needed. But that’s the extent of his natural abilities. Dazai knew only to watch, but never to react. He was not built to interact like that. He was not meant to be anything more than a passing spector, watching the coming and going of mortal lives. Dazai had never known how to react. But he’d learnt to act. It was necessary, and inevitable. He was a ghost made to puppet mortal flesh, and that meant that one way or another he would be seen and he would affect those around him - no matter how much he detested it. So Dazai had learnt to act. He wasn’t very good at it. He knew jokes eased social pressure. He knew comedy would help him slip through conversations. And so he fashioned himself a clown. Not a very good one, but a clown nonetheless! His eerie blankness hidden behind an act of jovial foolishness. What a joke! It was the comedy of the century, a true magnum opus! And so Dazai built his circus tent.

Letter for Mackerel — [soukoku]

Summary: I started to come more often, to check on you. I can't see you, hear you, feel you; I can only imagine. I would like to know that you hear me, that you know how much I hate you for leaving me, and how much I love you to be here more often than I could be when you were with me.

Retrouvailles (Chase me, Love me.) — [soukoku]

Summary: A derived situation of when Chuuya goes down to the attic/torture chamber where Dazai is locked up in chains, detained by the Port Mafia (Anime: Ep9,S1: The Beauty is Quiet Like a Stone Statue), and Dazai tries to gain Chuuya's forgiveness.

Ghost — [soukoku]

Summary: The first time Dazai tried to kill himself with a blade, he was fifteen. He tried other things before, of course; cocktails of pills and carefully knotted rope were no stranger to him. But blades were a new concept entirely, an untapped market he was honestly surprised he hadn’t tried before.

The first time Dazai tried to kill himself with a blade, he didn’t go too far. It was painful. Drops of blood pooled around the cuts and began dripping down his arm. But as much as he yearned for the sweet release of death, as blurry as his vision got from the blood loss, his heart never stopped.

Basically, Dazai's journey with his depression based on the song Ghost by Badflower. Huge TW for self harm and suicide.

A Cloth Heart and the Hands that Sow — [soukoku]

Summary: Forgiveness took time but Dazai would let go of every grudge if it meant he got to be with Chuuya. Soulmates polished through years of half-hearted petty fights and late-night talks, they were molded through each other.

Dazai could never ask for anything more than Chuuya’s hatred but he would worship Chuuya’s love. That was just how they were, stubborn and loving, they waded through the currents of life’s flood only to breathe each other in.

Or

Chuuya and Dazai are so in love it physically hurt, they finally talk about things like normal people let's go(shocking I know)

Or

Soukoku x Somewhere Only We Know by Keanu

Dead People don't come to Life — [dazai]

Summary: “Dazai, i’m serious, do not even dare hang up this pho-”

Ranpo’s blood went cold as he was interrupted by a loud noise.

A gunshot.

Dazai's missing. Normal, right?

Until Yosano receives a bone-chilling call, and the agency is reminded that dead people don't come back to life.

Dead Plate — [soukoku]

Chuuya Nakahara gets a new waiting job at his local fancy restaurant, owned by none other than Dazai Osamu. A chef with incredible culinary skills, though Chuuya isn't a fan of his food.

He's only planning to work there for a week, but what happens when the head chef takes a liking to the waiter?

Or

Dazai Osamu becomes a little too obsessed with making Chuuya enjoy his food, and goes a tad too far...

Skk x Dead plate!!

He was a Sk8er boi, he said annoy you l8r boi — [soukoku?]

Summary: The year?

2003ish.

The vibe?

Fresh off a painful split from his friends, skater boy Chuuya ends up moving in with the weird kid Dazai and his guardian Mori & is thrust into high school with all the teen angst, sexuality confusion, popularity politics, and pranks one might find there. Oh, and that rather mysterious, disturbing past of his comes to light. Only blasting pop punk music will save him.

Meanwhile, Dazai’s suicidal plans have been interrupted by a new toy—dog, boy, whatever—to play with. If only he could stop being an asshole and figure out what these strange new emotions mean.

And then why don’t either of them feel like real human teenagers?

The dynamic?

“Dazai wants to keep him in a cage like a canary—chattering loudly in the corner, pretty to look at, something he could sink his teeth into.” VS. “Chuuya only allows himself a moment of sadness for Dazai, before thinking, He’s so fucking annoying, no wonder he’s lonely.”

And I taste happiness on your lips — [soukoku]

Summary: “I know you like looking at me in the morning”.

He still hasn’t opened his eyes and his voice is still half asleep. Chuuya's heart has grown ten sizes, he has no idea how it can still fit into his ribcage. He doesn’t bother to find some snarky reply to Dazai’s comment - he’s right after all.

“I wouldn’t let you sleep in my bed if I didn't like looking at you”.

“Our bed”.

And that's also true – Chuuya can't remember the last time he slept alone, nor the last time he walked around his house without finding traces of Dazai everywhere. Ours.

Happiness, yes, this must be it, there’s no other possible answer.

Once More to See You — [soukoku]

Summary: “…You won’t stay.” Chuuya didn’t lift his head, simply staring idly at the crab patterns on the younger’s shirt.

Dazai closed his eyes with a slow exhale. “Yes. You know why.” He squeezed his hand.

Chuuya squeezed back, eyes brimming with a sadness only preserved for this conversation. “Yeah…I’m sorry, Osamu.”

The brunette didn’t reply, only pulling Chuuya closer and clinging to him tightly.

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Chuuya and Dazai struggle with hiding their relationship from public eye, especially from their own organisations. A realistic take on how Soukoku's relationship would affect their lives.

Flowers — [soukoku]

Summary: “Most men don't receive flowers until their funeral.”

Was something Dazai overheard grabbing his usual coffee.

His first thought was “Couldn't be me, Chuuya gets me flowers for almost every occasion!”

His second thought was “Has Chuuya ever received flowers?”

Admittedly, never from Dazai though. For all the years they’ve been together, it’s always been Chuuya giving him flowers.

But Chuuya wouldn’t have to wait until his funeral to receive flowers, not if Dazai had anything to do with it.

In the Mirror, I Bloom — [soukoku]

Summary: It twists him, turns him, curls in his chest like something alive, something he knows but can’t dare to name. Chuuya curses the red-black petals that fall from his lips, these nearly rotten things that tear him apart from the inside out. Part of him wants to rip his own traitorous heart out, through a ribcage shattered by feelings he can’t contain.

Anger is easy, a thing he’s learned to control. This— whatever the hell this is— is not.

Or at least it’s easier to feel as though this is beyond his own control, because Chuuya is not in love.

(It feels like a lie even to himself.)

After he's hit by a strange ability, Chuuya is forced to consider truths he'd much rather keep hidden- but not everything is as simple it seems.

Vicious Footsteps — [soukoku]

Summary: "Please don't leave me, don't leave me in this hellhole with him"

"I'm sorry Dazai, I can't stay here any longer. Thank you for everything, I did enjoy hanging out with you but...this is where we part ways."

"Wait!-"

He closed the door on him, hoping he would also eventually look for the light just like Chuuya.

Eventually, 2 years later they reunited again.

Will Dazai forgive him after 4 years of no contact?

a soukoku role-reversal fanfic

Chuuya leaves the port mafia after the death of the flags, but Dazai does not take it well and start to become more obsessive.

It Was All in My Mind — [soukoku]

Summary: Dazai can’t cope with Chuuya’s death or being stuck in the Port Mafia, so he literally goes crazy and finally kills himself.

[arthurtaylorlester]

malevolent ep 29 liveblog !!

(spoilers obviously)

are we underwater??

who's speaking i cant tell???

i feel like this is john @kayne but it could very well be yellow and larson

oh wait is this past dialogue?

i genuinely cant remember

oh okay its arthur remembering

"its just water" THEYRE BACK AND THEYRE BICKERING !!!

with silly music in the bg

oh exposition through john i always love it

oh they are so married

a donkey???????

this is so funny

arthur please stop groaning its...

THE FACE OF SOMEONE NOT TO FUCK WITH!!!

MUSTACHE?? harlan really just said yall wrong arthur has a mustache

john is a bitch wife comfimed/ j

A FILM????? JOHN WANTS TO SEE A FILM AND THATS WHY HES MAD !?!?!?

and john is soo petty he doesbt even want yo go to nyc

arthur having to temind john that theyre wanted

IS MALEVOLENT A COMEDY NOW???

john not tellibg arthur they were sitting next to someone the whole time

arthur spite-eating to piss of john >>>>

john are you having second thoughts??

BELLA LORE????

WE'RE MEETING DANIEL???

oh that was weird i bet its mr butcher

Oh wait violins is this mr butcher

whats the whispering in the bg

john stop describing im trying to hear the whispers

is this a kellin type?

oh he just needed to sneeze

diseased man get away from

"NOT OUR HANDKERCHIEF ARTHUR !!!"

malevolent is a comedy atp. thank you mr guthrie for this blessing of an episode

best season opener by far

"that's ... my arm, sir"

im not angry muttering i do it too lol

"hes using us as comfort? jesus christ" stfu john you did the same

wait isnt there a recession in the 1930s

OHHH THAT EXPLAINS THE READING EXCERPT

this train spunds dangerous

oh god oh fuck how is arthur going to read

arthur just what are you doing

is he just making up a story?

how he just talking about himself

QAIT IS THE FRIEND PARKER NOOOO

NO IF HES MEETING WITH PARKER HE DIED

or is this an elaborate way of telling the guy to fuck off

who sending a telegraph to 'will henley'

OH FUCK

ITS THE BUTCHER

the horror >:)

hes smiling oh this cant be good

this is really good and the sound design!!

they are so bad at communicating that they accidentally revealed their identity

WAIT WILL HENLEY IS AN ACTUAL PERSON??? ARTHUR WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

"beCAuse" IDK WHY THE WAY HE SAID THAT SO FUNNT

arthur is so smart it makes sense that the guy would try to corner him

YESS ARTHUR

I LIKE WHEN ARTHUR IS ALL CALCULATING AND SO DOES JOHN

so youre going to trap him in a train car

so arthur's escape plan is.... jump out of train. and break his legs. again.

oh snow will totally save you yeah sure

arthur just really likes playing dumb i think

now im on a train and i cant hear shit

john enjoys this?? john is excited My god he is so precioys

"You are my eyes" that had no reason to be so wholesome

"okay... youre overselling it" john critiquing arthurs acting im dead

10 more minutes will this end horribly?

I KNEW THEY WPULD BE ON THE TOP OF THE CARS

thats mad ahahhahah ... wait a damn minute

ITS MR BUTCHER

"why arent you looking at me" so he doesnt know the full extent of arthur madness

JOHN SOUNDS SO WORRIED

OH GOD THIS SO INTENSE

pov the tracks shave off his mustache

sorry this isnt the time for jokes

WHAT. HE FUCKING WHAT

HE TORE HIS CHEEK?? CALL THAT WILL GRAHAM CORE

wait imagine they become friends

it wpuld be real funny

john would be so pissed

oh god theyre going to jump off the train

THEYRE GETTIBG SIDETRACKED GODDAMNIT

okay so arthur is manipulating he is soo <33

MEMENTO MORI???

ny bbg is so good at stalling

NO ARTHUR DONT GET DISTRACTED THIS ISNT TGE TIME FOR SELF REFLECTIO

YES YOURE NOTHING LIKE HIM

HE DID IT!!

hes smiling again?

oh well he paid his respects

THAT WAS AN AMAZING EPISODE AND DAMN GOOD SEASON PREMIERE

i will be malevolent posting later today but alas i have other things to do other than screaming about fictional voices on tumblr

[aroacesigma]

Mmmmm 13 19 25 ^_^

13. worst blorbofication

yeah yall know where im going with this one . eating fucking glass what did fannon do to my poor son . the 3 year old jokes are funny and yeahs hes a silly little guy but the fact that there are a huge chunk of people who honest to go think hes weak is horrific

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like…

hmm . i actually dont have any of these ngl

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

i think we as a society need to move past complaining about people liking mori and also complaining about people disliking him . like are we done yet . everyone's an idiot about it like yall will crucify people for saying hes interesting and on the other end people will lose their shit if you say he makes you uncomfortable . i personally hate his ass but some people dont who cares just block and move on . granted tumblr is relatively ok with this but twitter was so fucking stupid about it

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

What Your BSD Crush For Says About You, a shitpost

Manga-only characters below the cut. (11/4 edit: wrote this a bit ago, this is my apology for taking so damn long with posts :p) Written with @scalpel-mom-mori, as all of my shitposts are, because she has the crack braincell.

Lovecraft: Monster fucker, insomniac, or both. I bet you watch tentacle hentai. 

Twain: You have a thing for himbos. Moronsexual lookin-ass.

Mongomery: You liked Taiga in Toradora and you have never looked back as you spiraled down the rabbit hole of tsunderes.

Fitz: You’re really into rich white guys.

Alcott: You want a cottagecore lesbian girlfriend.

Mitchell: Why? Is it the ballroom gown? Is the white gloves? Does she remind you of that one middle school crush who wouldn’t give you the time of day but you adored them anyway? 

Hawthorne: Church kink alert, Jesus approves.

Steinbeck: Country roooooooads, taaaaake me home~ Uh. You like country music.

Melville: Marine biologist. Trust me, I know marine bio majors. 

Poe: You have social anxiety and like soft boys, and soft boys only. On occasion, you’ve been known to dabble in catboy fan art.

Karl: Furry, but valid. For legal reasons, this is a joke.

Atsushi: Furry, but invalid. KIDDING I LOVE ALL ATSUSHI SIMPS--you’re probably a Deku fan if you watch MHA.

Kyouka: Your FBI agent has been working overtime.

Kenji: The same joke as above, and you’re depressed.

Dazai: I’ll see you in therapy. 

Kunikida: You have a deeply rooted complex about appearing respectable and always being on time. Yes, I’m calling myself out. 

Tanizaki: Either you’re Naomi, or boys that go apeshit are your kink. Don’t worry, they’re also mine.

Naomi: I think you’re into yanderes. Yuno Gasai is your one and only.

Ranpo: It was the eyes for you.  

Katai: You’re a gamer, aren’t you. I’m getting either League of Legends, Overwatch, or Destiny vibes.

Fukuzawa: Daddy issues~

Yosano: Bottom!! Filthy bottom!! But make it edgy!!

Kouyou: Bottom!! Filthy bottom!! But make it sad!!

Chuuya: Either you’re Dazai (oops) or...I don’t have a good joke for this one. You’re valid. 

Kajii: You’re sexually attracted to explosions. Looking at you, Bakugou stans.

Gin Akutagawa: You are painfully, disastrously bisexual. 

Regular Akutagawa: MCR phase, anyone?

Karma: YOU CRIED. YOU CRIED THAT EPISODE. Alternatively, you latched onto him because you watched AssClass and are going through Karma Akabane withdrawal.

Higuchi: This is the same joke as Louisa, but dark academia.

Tachihara: You’re an anime-only. Kidding, you have a gun kink. 

Hirotsu: You’re a cryptid, spotted in the wild once or twice a year.

Mori: You didn’t just have an emo phase. No, no. You were the kid who drew dots on their neck and pretended to be a vampire and read Twilight cover to cover.

Oda: You wish he unbuttoned his collar a bit more.

Either of Kyouka’s parents: You have taste. 

Fyodor: You always have a crush on the antagonist. No exceptions, ever.

Ango: You’re into the beauty mark.

Tsujimura: Same joke as Higuchi except you like the tsunderes.

Ayatsuji: Your anime boy type is that bastard whose only personality trait is sarcastic put-downs. Sasuke was your first. 

Murakoso: You fixate on side characters who get .1 seconds of screentime and imagine an entire fantasy life with them. It’s okay, I did that too.

Techou: Moronsexual, but less dysfunctional than Twain.

Teruko: It’s gleeful sadism for you. 

Fukuchi: You want him to fist you. I changed the joke because getting fisted + Fukuchi’s ability is too cursed, even for a shitpost. Instead, I’ll say that you’re the type of person who likes funky facial hair.

Jouno: Same joke as Teruko, but you like them slightly more evil and male.

Gogol: HAHA CRAZY CLOWN MAN GO BRRRRRRRRRR

Sigma: You want to shower him with love and affection and cuddles and god damnit please give this babey a happy ending--

[yuugami-tan]

as much as i want ouran season 2 i don't think i could bring myself to watch it

[the-acid-pear]

Honesty now that Unus Annus is ending I want to dearly thank them for indirectly giving me a name. Thanks to this funni haha channel this trans bitch got a good name once for all ✌️😔💖

[darlingyurio]

Ohshc as a movie: horror with comedy

setting: mansion

the one who dies first: Tamaki

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the one who strays away from the group: Kyoya

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the one who follows the person who strayed: probably tamaki

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the one whose trying to escape: honey

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the other one whose trying to escape but dies in the end: tamaki

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the one whose probably cracking jokes the whole time but they scared asf: tamaki, Hikaru, kaoru

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the one whose on their phone/taking pictures: renge

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the one who doesn’t care of their outcome: mori

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the one who stays with at least 2-3 people at all times: honey

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the one whose hiding: kaoru and tamaki

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the one who literally still has no idea whats going on/what to do: renge

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the one who scares everyone: hikaru

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the one who is always distracted from the point: renge and tamaki

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the intelligent one: haruhi

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the strategist with the intel: Kyoya

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the investigator with the strat and intel: Kyoya cuz he has to do this shit by himself (but mori helps him sometimes)

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the background one that was actually really important: mori

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the one who kinda always falls behind: tamaki

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the dumbass trio: kaoru, Hikaru, tamaki

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the one whose always bored/sarcastic: haruhi

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the one who just realized whats happening in the middle of the movie: renge

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the chill one whose probably screaming inside: hikaru

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the one whose trying to stay optimistic: honey

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the one who wants to stay: tamaki

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the confident/brave one: prob mori or honey

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the one who killed the bsf (tamaki) but isnt the killer: Kyoya

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the one whose trying to open a bag of chips while hiding: kaoru

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the “im so done with all yall shits” but kinda care: kyoya

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the one whose just s c r e a m i n g: tamaki

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the one who looks innocent and quiet but has 2000 things going on in their mind: mori or haruhi

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[idk im out of ideas]

the killer: honey

the traitor: mori

slaughtered: tamaki and renge

escaped: Kyoya, mori, honey, haruhi, kaoru

left behind: hikaru

[narrators-journal]

A small alteration

So! This part is the...second or third to last part, so we’re getting to the end bois. After this, I’ll likely die, or at least not post daily like I have been, so if you guys want more content after this, remember to send in an ask for me to answer! Request stuff, ask me questions, joke around with me, whatever yall want. It’ll hold this blog over until I finish this second fic and can start posting/editting it here!

cw: lightly goes into detail on torture, hisoka, that’s about it I think!

Previous part: here

First part: here

Thankfully, Hisoka didn't stop by after his phone call, but Illumi still took no chances when he went onto jobs. Along with Milluki using the spy cameras Illumi had placed earlier, the long haired assassin made sure at least three butlers were keeping an eye on you whenever he couldn't.

That precaution kept you far away from the blood hungry magician for a week, much to Illumi's relief. Hisoka was a pest, a thorn in Illumi's side through and through, so the last thing the assassin wanted was for him to meet his future wife. Especially now, when you were just too desperate for human contact, and he couldn't risk you getting attacked or manipulated by Hisoka and forcing the assassin to kill such a useful nen user. Or worse, risk you meeting him and growing to love the magician instead of him, so he was dead set on never letting you two meet.

So, instead of risking it, he made sure to keep you as secret as possible, at most giving vague answers to keep the violent hunter at bay when he found him on jobs or something and asked, but confirming or denying little to nothing. Aside from that, Illumi also let the man help him on missions a bit more, both because the assassin could hide things better than his butlers when questioned, and because, though annoying, the vibrantly colored man offered some sort of entertainment on otherwise painfully boring jobs like assassinating businessmen, ex-lovers, or runaway spouses. Though, Hisoka simply popped up sometimes too, either being in the right place at the right time to join on kills, or somehow seeking Illumi out, like a risky, aggravating jack-in-the-box. That habit had gotten him a trip to the Zoldyck basement and torture rooms recently, though it was also a reason Illumi humored the magician when he got bored and asked for help more.

        "Please make this simple and tell me where you put the money taken from Mr. Mori." Illumi told his target, a rather pretty young woman he'd been tasked to interrogate, torture, and kill by her ex-sugar daddy.         "Is she under-aged, is that why you won't tell me about her?" Hisoka asked, sitting on the table of menacing torture tools in a dungeon of the Zoldyck estate, having talked the assassin into letting him out to help in this little chat. Illumi was beginning to regret his decision to humor the magician though. The tall assassin glared at the other man for his interruption, only getting an innocent smile in return,         "No, she is not under-aged." He said curtly, and his companion snickered,         "Well, when can I meet her? I'm dying to know what type of woman a Zoldyck lusts after~"         "Never." Hisoka pouted at his flat refusal, but the assassin simply returned to questioning his captive, only turning back to the pink-haired man to grab some pliers from the table,  "Now, I will ask this once more, if I don't get an answer I'll tear out your finger nails until I do. Where is your ex's money?" he warned the woman, who was sobbing and pleading to be freed from the cold, dark room. When she didn't answer his question though, he kept true to his word, gripping one of her nails with the pliers and pulling until it came away from the nail bed. The monotone assassin continued pulling out his target's crimson-painted fingernails while she tried to lie and say she had no idea where his client's money was. No matter, when he ran out of fingernails, he could always move to toenails or teeth.

Hisoka held a metal bowl that Illumi put the dislocated fingernails in, adding a soft clattering noise to the soundtrack of the woman's sobs, screams, and the lazy buzz of the one lantern that hung from the stone wall until he stood up in the partially lit cell to get another tool from the table.          "mmm, she seems quite fun to torture~" Hisoka observed, getting a twisted grin across his face as he looked down at the restrained woman,          "She's unbearably loud," Illumi sighed, looking around on the table of tools until he found a rather simple salt shaker, ignoring when Hisoka leaned a bit too close,          "Y'know, I bet I could get your girlfriend to be just as loud~" he hummed, and something inside of Illumi seemed to snap for a moment. His aloof air instantly changed to palpable malice and he whirled around on the magician, punching him in the face hard enough to send him sprawling across the cold stone floor. The assassin didn't even give him a chance to react once he landed though, in a flash he was on top of him, holding him down by his throat while his knee pressed down on his ribs,           "if you so much as look at my wife, Hisoka, I will fucking kill you before your heart gives another beat." he snarled, tightening his grip on the man's neck until he was gasping and wheezing for air. The pink-haired man gave a nod, a  smirk tugging at his lips still, but the feral murderer didn't let him breath until that coy look finally left and he saw panic replace Hisoka's usual mischievous glint in his gold eyes. When Illumi did finally let him up, the magician was gulping down air and glaring at him instead of his usual knowing, coy glance,           "Jesus Christ Illumi, learn to take a joke. You know my humor can be perverted, there was no need to nearly kill me!" he snapped, the magician's flirty act falling away, but Illumi didn't respond, he simply checked on the woman he'd been tasked to torture. Sadly though, she was now dead from the amount of malevolence  in his nen,          "Great, because of your 'joke' my job just got harder." Illumi said, his voice back to being cold,          "That wasn't my fault, you were the one who didn't just use one of your needles on her to begin with." he pointed out testily, getting glared at by the man,         "The client wanted me to specifically torture her, my needles would have been redundant and not what the client asked for. Of course, I didn't know you were going to be this annoying, or else I would've gotten the information from her at the start." he hummed, and while his voice stayed flat and his face stayed rather aloof, Illumi was boiling with wrath on the inside. Being a pest was one thing, but now Hisoka had actually crossed an important line. So, Illumi simply found the woman's phone in her purse and than called in some butlers. He gave one the cellphone, sending it to Milluki to make use of himself and scour through, than he turned to Hisoka, who was standing in a dark corner across the small cell glaring at them, mostly Illumi.  "Now, I will say this nicely only once," the man said, though his words held no kindness, "please return to your cell with the butlers without a fight, or else I will be forced to call my family and drag you back." The two men stood there for a moment in a heavy silence that seemed to bring down the temperature of the already cold cell further. Illumi wasn't very expressive, he purposely added inflections and overt body language to himself when speaking to you, but Hisoka didn't get that sort of kindness, he simply got stared down by bottomless eyes and a deadpan assassin he knew very well was competent enough to stand up to him. So, he simply grinned a predatory grin at the long haired murderer,        "Fine, I'll go back to my cell peacefully," he relented, putting his hands up with a mischievous smirk. One of these days Morrow, I'm going to finally kill you. Illumi thought as at least three butlers escorted the magician back to where he'd been held, but he didn't say or show the annoyance as they passed.       "Oh, and Illumi, dear? Do tell (y/n) hello for me~" Illumi's aura became malevolent again at that, but the butlers and flamboyant pain in the ass were able to avoid dying from it thanks to their training. Instead, all it did was let slip just how fart Hisoka was under Illumi's skin, making the hunter laugh as he was herded away down the dark hallway, leaving the assassin to simmer in his temper before stalking out of the basement. His first stop once upstairs was Milluki's bedroom.        "How did Hisoka find out anything about (y/n)?" he asked, his voice's flat, monotonous tone coming off as more menacing when paired with how he slammed his brother's face into his trash-littered desk,        "I don't know! Why are you asking me?" the pudgy man hissed out, barring his teeth at his older sibling when he tightened his grip on his hair,       "You are the only person on this mountain aside from Mother who knows about (y/n), and unlike mother, you are the type to tell that bastard about her for a cookie." he pointed out, and Milluki couldn't argue, he did have pretty flippant loyalties when it came to secrets like this.        "Alright, fine, but I promise I didn't. I haven't been in the basement since Hisoka got here." he explained, and after a moment of harsh scrutiny, Illumi let him go and left his nasty, anime-littered room. The tall man then went to his wing of the home, thinking of what to do now. Hisoka knowing (y/n)'s name is bad. If he can figure it out, more people could. He mused, a wave of possessive anxiety washing away his rage for the time being. I can't leave her alone anymore. He finally decided as he reached his rooms and turned around to instead find his mother.

[yasuda-anis]

A Blessing for a Friend

One of my first released works for Anis, I wanted to give something to a friend of mine. To @writer-and-artist27​, Vy I’m glad to have met you and I love your stories. I hope we can keep being friends for a long time.

As for what I listened to while I wrote this it’s Wonderful Future or Prekasno Daleko. Just cause I really like it and the mood got me excited. May your future be bright.

The heavy smell of bread blew into Anis’ face, fogging her glasses in a few seconds. It seemed that despite all the enchantments that Medea and others had placed on them for protection and preventing them falling off, some things could just never be avoided.     Anis waited a few seconds for them to clear up, enjoying the rich scent of vanilla and almost drooling. But it was important that the last part be done right.

If she messed this up, the whole thing would lose more than half the impact. But the heat coming out of the oven was still intense enough that she hesitated reaching in, even with her gloves and apron.     “Need a hand there Master?” A cheerful voice called out behind her before a large heavy paw settled on her shoulder. It was a familiar feeling, but something she hadn’t felt for a while. 

“Thanks Tamamo,” Anis sighed as she stepped aside. “I’ve been out of the kitchen for a long time so-”     “No problem, no problem Master!” She grinned as her tail whapped her master gently. “I see you when you come to eat everyday so I do see you. But this is certainly something new.”

Back in the days of Chaldea… that was - never mind. When she had first arrived Tamamo had been there for her. Making sure she ate, making sure she had someone to talk to, and more importantly, being there for the warmth Anis had been missing. Back then, Anis would always stop by at least once a week to be with her- to talk, be pampered, spar, or just to get some motivation. It had been some time since Anis had come back to see her.     Cat had come to visit herself mainly. But that was enough of that.     “It’s a bit of a special occasion,” Anis confessed, breathing in the warmth from the tray Tamamo passed under her. “I really wanted to do something for her.”     The fresh pastry was then quickly flipped over into a small basket, the smell of vanilla a bit more muted now. Cat moved over to bring over the picnic basket and pack in plates, utensils and some drinks.     Anis put on her gloves- made out of materials she was sure a regular mage would kill her for- and reached into a small box to pull out small clay figurines. She then cut small holes into the pastry and inserted them, quickly closing up the holes with nata.     The figures had been a group effort between her, Medea, and Nito. Making them heat resistant and non toxic had been a bit trick, but according to Medea the materials were easy enough to come by.     “All ready here!” Tamamo saluted with feral glee. “Now! Quickly before that other cat burglar comes in!”     Anis had factored in anyone coming in to try and steal it. But even the best laid plans need to adapt quickly, she thought as she wrapped it up in cloth and shut it in the basket. But alas, the smell, however faint, still escaped the basket. She would have to hurry. Or else…

“I’m off then! I’ll be back later!” Aniis yelled as she started moving quickly to the door. She could run. But the chances she could trip weren’t her main concern. Gotta act natural. I have an important appointment! But too fast and they’ll catch on!

    Tamamo waved her away with a handkerchief, calling out all sorts of fun jokes at her. Anis waved back and went off the hallway.

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The hallways of Novum Chaldea were packed. The early days of an empty Chaldea faded in the first months, and Anis was used to wandering both in her old Chaldea and in this one like a metro station.     Staff and servants moved in their flows- the main speed being kept except for a few who were assumed to just be beyond reprimand. Anis would normally be a patient walker, her pace easily adjusted to suit whoever she was walking with. Today though she wove and dashed through the flow, trying to minimize her impact by calling out warnings to those ahead.

Excuse me! 

Pardon me! 

Sorry! 

Hi! 

Sorry, a bit busy! 

No problem, just gotta go!

Not right now thanks!

Oops! You good? I’ll make it up to you later!

Sadly though, the kids had caught her. As she expected. The child servants were always on top of any delicious snacks and treats in the base before the other two threats of Jaguar, who would demand them, and Ibaraki, who would never bother to ask and just take it.     I lost 5 minutes to negotiations, but hopefully I can still make it on time! The kids had realized quickly what the occasion was, but demanded an equal treat and participation in one of their tea parties. Apparently, Mori was hosting this one as his first foray into western tea ceremony. 

But there it was! The door to Vy’s room! With one of her servants waiting out front as usual. Today it happened to be Emiya and Artoria, or Art as Vy called her. The pair had been chatting in front of the door before noting Anis, a bit winded, approached them.

“Hello there you two,” Anis panted, checking inside the basket to make sure nothing had spilled. “Is she back yet?”

Opening the basket had apparently been a mistake, since the culinary duo immediately caught onto what sort of treat Anis had brought and smiled. “She is not back yet, but if what you brought tastes as well as it smells I should believe my master will enjoy it,” Arotria smiled, her gentle gaze clearly showing her desire to try some as well.

“It’s been a while since I smelled something like this. Is that-” Emiya approached, starting to reach out to the basket.

Anis flinched back, covering the basket with her free hand. “Sorry about that, it’s best as a surprise ya know? Don’t worry though, it’s meant to be shared.”

Artoria nodded. “Indeed. You should learn to be patient like me. After all, Miss Anis has told us quite clearly it was meant as a surprise for all of us.”     A letter had gone out to Vy’s main servants last week, indicating that on her birthday, they should split into two teams- one to distract Vy, and one to stand guard and prepare the room. Anis had barely made it to the room before the deadline.

Anis held out the basket to Emiya, until he took it with both hands. “I’ll just leave this with yall then and head off after telling her-”

“Telling me what?” 

“YA!” Anis yelled and stomped her foot hard to prevent from accidentally swinging her elbow towards the voice. A very bad habit that had been the sad result of both martial arts training and poor nerves. 

“Eeep! I-I’m sorry Aqui! I didn’t mean to scare you like that…” Vy mumbled, wrapping her arms around herself. “It’s been a while since we saw each other, so-”

Anis breathed out, trying to relax. “It’s fine- fine” Anis breathed out again, her heart rate returning to normal. “Happy birthday Vy.”

She said it in the gentlest tone she had. Because it was her. One of the kindest souls she’d ever met, and deserved all the respect and charity the world had in return. Even Anis’ servants would treat her kindly and take time to chat with her from time to time. 

“Thankie Aqui,” she smiled back in the way that had made her so warm to all she met. “What's that? It smells delicious~” “Hold on there little sparrow,” Robin grinned as he put a hand on her shoulder, earning a small pout from her. “I think we should all go inside and get the full surprise right?” Anis nodded, glad to not disappoint. “We came up with a nice little thing for you Vy!” Anis smiled, something she wasn’t too familiar with, but she was glad her tone at least matched the mood. “I wanted to give you something as thanks for what you’ve given me and others here. And sorry to say, I won’t take no for an answer.” “Muuuu. This better not be something too big Anis.” _________________________

It was a simple affair. Anis had simply planned to leave the gift after explaining, but Achilles and Emiya had forced her to take a seat at the table. Apparently, she had a responsibility to see it through to the end.     The cake sat at the center of the table- a Rosca de Reyes, a delicious pastry in the shape of a round loop topped with concha sugar in vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. There were also some fruits as well, but only on half of the cake since Anis didn’t care for them.

The main gift though was the act of cutting the cake, Anis explained. “See, this is technically a celebration cake that’s eaten either on christmas, or on the actual feast day in January,” Anis explained as she passed the knife to Vy on the opposite side of the table.

“Let me get that for you,” Robin said as he started to reach out for the knife only to have Anis give him the look she usually gave those who started deviating from the rules in board games.

“The main thing is cutting it, Robin, so she needs to choose what part she wants and cut it herself,” Anis explained, tapping the cake. “It’s not just a cake you know, it’s a game.”

Vy tilted her head and squinted at the cake. “A… game? Like, with rules?” 

“Not that kind of game,” Anis chuckled as she waited for Vy to grip the knife. “See, it’s about making choices and seeing if you get lucky.” Vy still looked a bit confused, but eventually started cutting into the Rosca, the rich smell leaking out with each cut.

Crshh!!

“W-what was that?!” Vy pulled the knife out and looked inside the cut. “Is there food inside too? But it was so hard?”

“Got one already?” Anis asked, a bit surprised at the game starting off so quickly. “I tried to mix up the placement, but with your good fortune it makes sense you’d hit it off on your first try. Make your next cut for now, okay? But only cut as much as you can eat.”

    So Vy, still a bit confused, cut again, and hit something she couldn’t cut again. The look on her face though was more of curiosity and interest though, which helped relax Anis a bit. She held out a small spatula and Robin took it to lift her piece out, pulling a bit hard to separate the piece, revealing-

“What the? Is that?” Robin asked, not entirely sure of what had just happened.The other servants were all mostly curious as well, leaning forward to see. 

A small blue bird’s head poked out from the left side of the slice, the rest of its body supposedly buried inside. On the right side though, was a small tile with a flower motif that fell onto the plate with a small clink.     Vy picked it up and looked it over. The small white ceramic tile was two sided- a lily on one side and a lotus on the other.

“Two prizes so far Vy! Congrats!” Anis clapped, excited to see the reactions of surprise. “The game is meant to be that each person has a chance to find a prize and get good luck! I kinda adjusted it though and just made plenty of small prizes so every one of y'all could get something. So please, go ahead and enjoy it.”

Vy and the other servants started to get excited and began to cut their own slices to find prizes. A large variety of small figures and decorated tiles came out- a miniature crystal horse, a golden chariot, a lion cub, a golden ram, even a miniature Fou! The cake wasa soon gone and the figures were gathered in front of the empty plates, with Vy enjoying the rising atmosphere.

She deserves it honestly. She’s been working hard to take care of so many people. I just gotta give back something. Anis knew how late Vy stayed up at times- both working and because of stress. She also knew from how Fujino treated her that there were obviously more details about her past that shouldn’t be approached. But the unconditional love her servants had for her… Honestly, it made her a bit jealous. But that was fine. She had her own servants she cared for and could rely on. And a fellow master who she could always count on to hear a lovely tune sung or performed. A wonderful flower that bloomed once in the ice and now again in the sea. 

Thank you for being born Vy. I’m glad to have been able to meet you. And more so that you could consider me a friend. May you overcome all your hardships, and keep  your kindness forever.

[dweetwise]

headcanon ask dump #1

instead of spamming 4365 posts with seperate hc asks i’m just gonna pile the ones i’ve received in the last couple of days into one post! i didn’t know yall would be so into sending me stuff! keep em coming <3

i def feel like some killers and some survivors could maybe possibly get along, eventually. i also feel like even if they are desensitized to the killing, the annoyance we as players feel are def present; like survs dislike killers for scummy tactics and some killers just genuinely learn to hate survs lmao. but really, how do you get desensitized to being carved open with a chainsaw?? the grudge for all the pain they've caused you isn't one to scoff at. especially since if the killers really wanted to, they could just hook you and be done with it, but instead all of them have opted to bring moris and stuff like sloppy butcher just to make you suffer. but i also think the killers aren't really themselves during a trial, taking into account things as the entity literally giving them bloodlust if they chase a survivor and don't hit them. i do think they enjoy the killing and do it without question, and only after come to and realize what they've done. for that reason I'm usually VERY picky about surv/killer relationships (and even friendships), the only killers i could see being somewhat “nice” or reasonable outside of trials are wraith, nurse, legion and maybe deathslinger. everyone else either likes murder way too much, or dislikes the survivors too much, or is too scared to defy the entity (bubba, adiris) or is just fighting to survive (hillbilly, huntress). but even then, not all survivors would go for it. i think jake, ace, nea, quentin, zarina, ash, steve are the right amounts of curious, stupid, and/or devil-may-care to go along with it. dwight, claudette, jane, cheryl, jeff, kate could be convinced. nancy and felix are a lil too stuck up. and meg, bill, adam, david, yui, tapp, laurie would vehemently fight against any killer/surv interactions.

i can totally see this! and i also think s/o would be the only one to be able to make him quit smoking. but on the other hand would they want to?? it’s one of the few joys bill has left and it’s not like smoking is the thing that’s gonna kill anyone in the realm.

bonus points if bill also knows this but he’s so certain that his s/o will make it out and doesn’t want them to keep smoking in the real world where it can actually harm them <3

absolutely!! and he totally punched every (male) surv he saw in his first trial, because he thought they were in on it with the killer. he still thinks is bs that he’s not allowed to fight the killers.

bonus hc that david managed to overpower frank once and was about to kick his ass and the entity had to intervene. frank wasn’t hurt but his ego was <3

ocd dwight was a pleasant surprise that i’d 100% write for if i was at all confident in my ability to portray mental illness ;w;

dwight is no doubt the entity’s favorite (along with trapper) and nobody can take that from me! he’s just a sensitive guy and probably feels everything super strongly, and yeah most of it is probably negative emotions :c

i’m,,, p sure i’ve read a fic almost exactly like this?? i’m also p sure it ended with ace narrowly dodging a harpoon when he got caught cheating which, accurate lmao.

also shh but one of my wips is ace and caleb (and a bunch of others) playing poker! but it ends... a little differently 👀

yup, this is it, this is the ultimate hc. this is how i always try to portray ace but idk if i’m successful but--yeah he’s flirty but they know he’s harmless and he’s way more like one of the girls than, y’know, a potential suitor.

also meg and nea have adopted him as their dad because i say so. (i main ace and my friend mains nea&meg and she always makes jokes about her character being like “ah yes, me and my gay dad running from a murderer again”)

[therealportmafiaboss]

Mod: just read your post about the urine smelling dress and saw the tags... would you mind sharing the story?

((lmaooooooooo ok so i wear lolita and i bought my first dress off lace market, like ebay for lolitas, and it arrived today and its a print im really excited about and i PUT IT ON and was looking in the mirror and was like damn it smells like fucking piss wtf and the move i moved the more it smelt. i took it off and rubbed like 10 layers off my skin in the shower and i sniffed the dress again and i wasnt hallucinating or gross from work but that bitch really stank. 

i told my lolita comm and theyre calling it the piss glass bc the print name is stained glass and my legacy in the comm is buying a pissdress lmaoooo dw im asking for a refund for return/cleaning but damn my life is a fucking joke and shits wild. i also learnt i am not the only one to recieve a pissdress in the mail aha

i doubt the seller like knew or meant it? like nose fatigue exists and they might have like a cat? idk but i dont think it was in malice and the situation is being sorted, but lol what a fuckign story, i just had to take it out on mori bc projecting my inane problems onto him seems to amuse yall

[ao3feed-skk]

by Accidentalplantkiller

The world needs more Bungou Stray Dogs chat fics so here this is. Includes: -drunken shenanigans -intimidating women -too many gay jokes -Kunikida regretting his life choices -and most importantly, a group of people who could just maybe be each others family

Words: 865, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Gin, basically the whole agency and mafia i'm just too lazy to tag them all lmao

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Gin/Higuchi Ichiyou, Ozaki Kouyou/Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fukuzawa Yukichi/Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), maybe?

Additional Tags: Chatting & Messaging, chat fic, Probably ooc, Adorable Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), that tag should be on every fic with him, Good Sibling Akutagawa Gin, hell yeah i love her so much, Edogawa Ranpo Knows All (Bungou Stray Dogs), Kunikida Doppo Is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs), this may be the fic that breaks him yall, Kunikida i'm sorry, Parental Ozaki Kouyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fluff and Crack, Crack, Light Angst, listen I promise it won't get too angsty but wheres the fun without it, Team as Family, atsushi dazai and kyouka are siblings fight me, also chuuya and kyouka knew each other in the mafia, Family Dynamics, Mild Language

[rhyaxxyn]

Lost Halos: An Introduction

“An ache shudders in my HEART, a fear like no other, an understanding deep in the back of my MIND. The woman looks up as if to speak to her GOD. My GOD too, I suppose, but I don’t feel him like I should. I feel a VOID. An abyss of despair and TERROR.

She will never understand. The woman is only a starry-eyed SHEEP in the eyes of hungry, bloody teethed WOLVES. But it is only BEASTS that can lead the FLOCK.

I close the door and descend into my COLD, STAGNANT world. A world the wolves will never LOVE. A WORLD THE WOLVES WILL EAT ALIVE.”

𝕊𝕐ℕ𝕆ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕊 In a world ruled by the Major Arcana, a powerful court which rises from new blood every few generations, seventeen-year-old Miykal is nothing. Despite being born into the Year of Power, a pool of people her age waiting for the Old Arcana's to die in order to replace them--she lives for no one but her father and brother. When the powerful High Priestess dies, the last of the Old Arcana, the pool is opened again, and Miykal begins the final test for her year. But it is then that--against her every belief--Miykal becomes a top choice for the title of the new High Priestess. Now, amidst a life of politics, intrigue, and secrecy which threatens to destroy all that she is, Miykal must find those to trust, and weed out those who threaten her. That is, if she is willing to take it. But the final trial ends with the greatest sacrifice an Arcana must make. She must fight the odds in order to save herself and get back to the family she abandoned. She'll toe a dozen blurry lines, fight like she never has, and seek the depths of her soul to escape her fate. The world is against her, her rulers are against her, her gods--but she will succeed. To Miykal, there is no other option.

ℂℍ𝔸ℝ𝔸ℂ𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕊 MIKAL SEHER | High Priestess | Scrappy, Smart, Quick, Secretive, Emotional, Witty, Intuitive, Strong Inner Voice. | The type of girl who will smile as she shoves your face into a wall. Shuts down to cope. Thinks of what could’ve been. Just wants to keep her family safe. |

XYNIC MORI | The Hierophant | Intelligent, Traditional, Compassionate, Honest, Dedicated, Spiritual, Righteous | Wants to help too much. Trying to fix past mistakes. Never trusts anyone but himself. Would rather read than talk to his friends. Misses something he never had or can’t remember. Looks a little weak but is ridiculously good with a sword. |

ADELAIDE ADARA | The Empress | Kind, Thoughtful, Empathetic, Enthusiastic, Stunning, Nurturing, Cautious | The mom friend of the group. Trusts people too much. Tries to make everyone happy and forgets about herself.  The type of girl who you think may actually be a goddess. Is very non-conflict, but will take zero shit. |

KEON ALLIARD | The Emperor | Strict, Intimidating, Traditional, Courageous, Wise, Structured, Logical. | The one who reigns in and calms down everyone else. Easily annoyed by anyone. Doesn’t like change. The king of dad jokes. Mind over heart constantly. |

𝕊𝔼𝕋𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾

Usmary: The nation which is ruled by the Major Arcana and the Minor Courts. Since the rise of Arc, a god around whom the Major Arcana is based,  a Year of Power has been selected to take on the role of his original protectors and guard the nation. It is a rich, and industrialized nation with a diverse landscape that includes plains, large bodies of water, forests, and mountain ranges.

Vain: An outer city that manufactures many of Usmary’s goods. Besides the central area of the city, it is mostly impoverished, citizens having to conscript themselves into Usmary’s army which defends its borders or become a factory worker. Vain is home to many gangs, such as the Court of Blood, which is infamous nationwide.

Santa Ivyak: They stunning capitol city of Usmary. It’s known for Cloud Palace, where the Major Arcana live. It is the richest and most populated city, but as all places with the powerful and privileged are, there are constantly schemes within both the Minor Courts and the Arcana. 

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The Major Arcana: The Major Arcana is a collection of twenty-two individuals who are chosen to represent the original Arcana which had been created thousands of years ago. There is the High Priestess, the Empress, the Emperor, the Hierophant, and many more. This court, when fully/mostly collected is the one which leads all of Usmary, having a spiritual connection to Arc and his gods (the original MA). 

The Minor Courts: Despite their name the Minor Courts--which include the Court of Swords, Wands, Cups, and Pentacles--take over as political leaders while the Major Arcana is unfilled, untrained, etc. They’re known for their indecision, which has caused already impoverished lands such as Vain to be thrown into a worse state.

The Blood Court: Due to the belief that the Minor Courts do nothing to help the struggling, gangs take on a name such as the Blood Court/Court of Blood to anger them. The Court of Blood, led by King, a powerful ringmaster who has controlled an entire sector of Vain for two decades now. He frequently competes with other gangs, such as Bone Court, Hell Court, and Bronze Court.

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Hey everyone! I know this is a very sudden announcement. One that I never dreamed of making, but so much has happened in the time I’ve been gone that has inspired me greatly (which I will go into greater detail on in a separate post.) What I feel like I need to say though is that I’m finally--after suffering from really bad depression since I was ten--on meds. They have helped me so much and I already see a huge difference in my ability to create... which is why I’ve chosen to come back and share this project with you! 

To those of you worried that I’ve put The Natural Orders on hold, I have to admit it is, but for good reason! In fact, I’ve completely finished my edits for it and have passed it on to my peer editors. I’m even hoping to seek out a publisher so it can be released this summer! (A fun birthday gift. lol). Even the outline for the second book has been made! This book is just a fun filler until my editors are finished by the end of February.

To all my mutuals, I love you just as much as the day I left and I don’t think there’s been a day I haven’t thought of the people on this site who supported and encouraged me. Even when I was gone you fueled my desire to write.

If you took the time to read this whole spiel despite the ridiculous length thank you. I know I have a lot of work to do to be more interactive than ever, but I will give it everything I have. You guys are my motivation and my inspiration, and I’m happy to be back :) Luv yall -Ken

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For the headcanon thing, how about everyone's favorite family, the clovers?

Relius (number one in family fun)

Realistic: bi dad icon was actually a decent parent until The Incident like not too far off from the clover family gag reel’s host world relius

Unrealistic but funny: will sometimes use his puppet arms and stuff to do little things like pick up stuff on his way somewhere. Has also probably made Ignis carry him more than once

Sad: Deep down in his heart of hears buried away in repressed emotion land he really regrets essentially killing ada and ignis and traumatizing carl. He thinks making Ignis the god of his new world is the best he can do to compensate

Completely Unrealistic: When fighting someone he knows he makes a point to keep them fighting by making jokes at their expense

Ignis (LET HER HAVE A HUMAN FORM MORI YOU C O W A R D)

Realistic: uhh i have a headcanon for what she looks like but i don’t have a drawing on me rn I might draw her later since i need to keep my art blog alive. 

Unrealistic but hilarious: we know nothing about ignis so everything’s fair game but I always thought that she k n e w all the bullshit relius was up to with terumi and has actually talked to terumi a couple of times.

Sad: After Ada was turned into Nirvana and Carl left with Nirvana she knew that she would be next. There was actually a fair bit of time before she was put into the doll and every second waiting was. fear

Completely Unrealistic: Her weapon of choice is a parasol (Parasol weapons for the win)

Carl (Please leave this poor kid alone he did nothing wrong why do yall hate him)

Realistic: In addition to the violin he can also play the piano

Unrealistic but hilarious: Secretly loves being treated like a kid and fawned over my others.

Sad: Probably actually fucking traumatized from everything he’s went through holy shit he clings to his sister because he doesn’t want to lose her for good it’s already hard enough to deal with the fact that she’s just a suit of armor. Will probably actually lose it and have a full blown breakdown at the suggestion that Ada can’t be cured.

Completely Unrealistic: secretly is blazblue’s biggest memelord. Trolling isn’t everything Hazama 

Ada (another best girl wow i wish i was attracted to characters that actually mattered)

Realistic: She’s a big bookworm she reads in practically all her free time. Also she’s a really good singer but she’s shy about actually singing

Unrealistic but hilarious: she also has notoriously cute poetry like noel but occasionally things will get a little bit creepy and it’s vaguely unsettling

Sad: she wishes she could hug carl in her nirvana body but is scared that she’ll like,, accidentally stab him with the big claws or something

Completely Unrealistic: is never shown playing chess despite the chess analogies because she can beat everyone in her family like a breeze and its infuriating to everyone else so they just, dont play chess against her (she just watches carl and relius play so much she knows both their strategies really well. She’s actually just average at chess otherwise)