#(asks and pms)

[rowantarctic]

murder spree

[wild0moon]

little man's lucky he's gay because he's never having kids after this

[meltedmush]

Dumbass thought but shizun (sy) x Tony the tiger

I’M CRYING

[plutonicbees]

since comic!hobie killed the u.s. president, do u think atsv!hobie killed the queen

[departedmars]

the van zieks family has strong genes.

based on this tweet

[sca-nerd]

I was moving my armor bag back into my car, when I passed one of my newer neighbors (a college aged kid who has been nothing but pleasant and consistently high since I've known him) on the stairs. My shield and sword are strapped to the outside of my bag, so it tends to draw attention. He asked me what it was and I told him: my sword and shield for heavy armored combat.

Without missing a beat this kid squared up and demanded to know who I was going after and what they did, because he had my back. "I ain't gonna fight FOR you, but I'll fight WITH you. Where are we going?"

I told him the parking lot to put my bag in my car. He was both disappointed and relieved as he had some chicken in the crock pot he wanted to eat.

Chivalry isn't dead, it's just high and hungry for chicken.

[moonyinpisces]

Hey hey howdy. Coincidentally I am also having a bad week which means coping with drawing and staying up way too late! So here's a silly loser4loser art delivery.

THE WAY YOU DRAW THEM IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS I LOVE THEM I LOVE YOU I WANT TO HIRE YOU TO MAKE THE GRAPHIC NOVEL

[sturnina]

Jealousy

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!reader

— tags;; mentions of a physical fight & injury, injury tending, fighting, pet name (baby), no use of yn, toxic habits (overprotectiveness)

— wc;; 1282

— author‘s note;; my take on overprotectiveness since i hate the „touch her and you die“ trope, hope you enjoy <3

He did it again.

You don‘t know how to feel as you silently drive home, Chris in the passenger seat, seemingly oblivious to the storm raging in your mind.

He did it again. He hit a guy just because he looked at you weirdly.

Don‘t get me wrong, you love his protective side. It is hot, honestly. The way he always makes sure everyone knows you‘re his girl, the way his arm sneaks around your waist at parties, the way he gets rid of other boys trying to flirt with you.

But this… this wasn‘t protective, this was violent. He hit a guy, for the second time this week. The second time in four days.

Yes, the guy was rude and obnoxious. Yes, you felt uncomfortable around him. Yes, you were relieved when Chris came to your help after the guy wouldn‘t listen to your No’s.

But Chris‘s punch, it wasn‘t protective. It was violent, brutal, merciless. And of course, the guy hit him back, right on his cheek.

When you glance to your right, you can see the dark patch forming on your boyfriend‘s cheekbone.

You arrive home — your house, not the triplets‘ —, and you go to fetch the first aid kit immediately after entering through the front door. Chris trails in behind you, unbothered by his split lip and bruised cheek.

He just sits down at the kitchen table, knowing you will take care of him. Expecting you to.

You take an ice pack out of the refrigerator and settle down next to Chris, all in complete silence. You can‘t bear to hear his voice now, or your own. You‘re afraid it might give your thoughts away. And your eyes, your eyes will surely betray you, so you keep them focused on the ice, the bruise, your hand, anything but Chris‘s eyes. That he is looking at you constantly isn‘t helping.

But eventually, he picks up on your uncharacteristically silent behaviour.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Everything alright?”

You swallow thickly, knowing your voice will give in the second you try to speak. So you remain silent. For exactly three seconds, dabbing a cotton pad at his split lip, before Chris speaks again.

“That dick won‘t bother you anymore.”

Of course, he thinks that‘s the problem. Of course.

“That‘s not what I‘m worried about,” you mutter, stoically keeping your eyes on his injuries.

“You‘re worried about me? Oh, baby, you know I can take care of myself,“ Chris says warmly.

“That’s not… I am worried about you, Chris. You need to stop this. But-”

“Baby, you know I won‘t,“ he mutters, slowly tilting your chin up with the hand that isn‘t holding the ice pack. “Those pricks deserve it.“

“Besides the fact that no one deserves to get beat up, that‘s not what I mean,“ you say, pulling away from him. “You need to stop or you‘ll end up in serious trouble.“

“I won‘t,“ he says softly. “I promise. I just want to teach them a lesson-”

“You‘re not listening to me, Chris!”

“What are you talking about, of course I‘m listening to you,“ he says, his brows furrowing.

“No you‘re not,“ you scoff. “I see the way you look at the guys you‘re going to hit. I‘m not blind. I can see that you want it.“

“Of course I want it,“ Chris says, laying a hand on your arm. “I need to protect my girl-”

“That‘s not what I mean, and we both know it,“ you snap, quickly closing your mouth and taking a deep breath. “I am just an excuse. Don‘t deny it!“

He already opened his mouth but closes it again, worry and confusion clouding his gaze. “Baby-”

“No. Listen to me,“ you interrupt him, trying to keep your tone calm. “You like the confrontation, don‘t you? The adrenaline? But you can‘t see… You don‘t see the way it‘s hurting me.“

Chris‘s expression falters for a moment. “I don‘t- what are you- what do you mean? I don‘t understand…“ he stutters.

“No, you don‘t,“ you say softly, pulling your arm out of his grip and standing up to bring more distance between you.

He really doesn‘t. He doesn‘t understand the way your heart clenches every time a guy even just glances at you in public. He doesn’t understand the way your thoughts start racing even when someone is just walking in your direction. He doesn‘t understand the way you‘re terrified of talking to anyone while out with him — out of fear to trigger his jealousy.

The air feels thick as you look at his expression, his desperate eyes, the bruise on his cheek and his still-bleeding lip.

“Explain it to me,“ he says, “please, what am I doing wrong?“

“You don‘t see the way you‘re hurting me, hurting everyone around you,“ you whisper, your voice just as thick now. The words feel like they‘re stuck in your throat and you have to force yourself to speak them. „I hate seeing people hurt, especially you. I hate seeing you get hurt, and knowing- knowing that it‘s because of me.“

“That‘s not true, baby, I‘m-”

“Please, Chris,“ you whisper, tears collecting in your eyes, “Please let me finish. I hate avoiding to go- to go out in public with you just because I can‘t… I can‘t trust you not to lash out at someone, I hate b-being scared every time someone looks at me or talks to me, I- I just… I hate seeing you angry, I hate seeing you violent, I hate seeing you like that… And yet you- you keep doing it, n-no matter how o-often I ask you to stop…“ Your throat is clogged, your breaths are laboured, your eyes are watering, and you physically can‘t speak anymore, the words having drained out of your head. But there is one sentence left, one you‘re terrified to even think.

And Chris is just standing there, the words burning in his mind, on his skin, digging into his flesh while he tries not to rush to hug you because he knows, he knows it wouldn‘t help. And then he feels the tears running down his face, and the pain ripping through his chest. You don‘t trust him. You can‘t trust him, you said it yourself. You‘re scared of him.

Fists clenching at his sides, he lets that sink in. Everything he‘s done for you, everything he thought he‘s done for you, crumbles under the heavy weight of reality, the realisation that he‘s been hurting you all along.

He steps forward, raises his arms, and sees the way you cross your arms. A shielding gesture. Chris thinks he can hear his heart finally shatter at that, after slowly cracking over the entire conversation.

There are no words he can use to explain himself. He knows he should apologise. But how do you apologise after terrifying your girl over and over again without even noticing? What words are there to express the mixture of frustration, fear, and self-hatred he‘s feeling against himself?

Chris drops his arms to his sides.

He turns around, and leaves.

And you are left alone. The front door slams closed, but you don‘t even flinch. Your mind is full, and so are your eyes, your ears, everything is clogged with memories, everything is breaking inside you, but you are relieved.

You are relieved, because how could you bear his overwhelming presence any longer, with one last question, one last sentence burning on your mind, a question you can‘t ignore but also can‘t speak, not in front of him?

How can you be sure he will never lash out at you? How can you be sure that you will never be on the receiving end of his fist?

masterlist

[yayll]

The jealous Dazqi post was so cute and funny and the callbacks to his past self were fun and now i can’t stop thinking about cringefail teen Dazai with the biggest, fattest crush ever and not knowing how to deal with it

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MADE ME LAUGH ANON I ADORE YOU FOR THE VISUAL.

cringefail teen Dazai so obsessed to the point where he is literally pointing a gun at the other recruit who's at least 10 years older than him because he complimented you on how your so mature for your age when it comes to leadership skills. (it's both an insult that he would perceive you in that way and also.... why the fuck is he talking to you at all?) he has to use his authority to further his cruelty.

Dazai does the most unhinged things behind your back, especially. it gets soooo dire that sometimes he has to recruit CHUUYA for intimidation purposes. Dazai thinks of himself as intimidating enough but thinks having the 5'3 gravity user pointing thousands of bullets at any person who made you laugh or smile or cry will add that pizzazz he's looking for. Chuuya smacks him upside the head after and remarks that you'd never go for him anyway.

one time, he begged Mori to let him 'supervise' your mission as executive, and it really just ended up with you doing your job and him standing by any large body of water contemplating if he should kill himself because he doesn't like what he's feeling for you. and if perhaps you don't feel the same? even more reason to wipe himself off this earth. but then you smile at him... and sometimes even give him a high five for a job well done..... and let's just say that was the first time he discovered alcohol. and alcohol poisoning soon after.

one time he saw you writing in your diary, and that very night is driven to insanity in your quarters searching for it, looking for any mention of him in it like a little rabid gremlin. you catch him in the act too, and he simply flings it onto your bed and crosses his arms in complete denial that he's hopelessly smitten with you.

"Dazai? what're you doing here? is that my diary?!"

"HUH? i'm not reading it, i'm literally not!"

"then what are you doing with it, huh?

and he just flashes you those hopeless loser ass puppy eyes when he realizes the jig is up.

"... do you like me or what?"

and you're just like.....

"of course i do, idiot."

like damn took him long enough. you kiss him on the cheek and he's like.... oh wow could it be i'm not delusional? but he can't even HANDLE YOUR DIRECT CONFESSION so he just self destructs and snorts like the immature little shit he is rolling his eyes and whatnot as he storms out of your room.

"yeah, well OF COURSE YOU DO. I KNEW THAT ALREADY."

then he giggles and prances alllll the way back to the shipping container oopsies.

[baby-tini]

friendly reminder that PM!Dazai would most definitely fuck your throat loose with his gun before before he shoves his cock in it~

Now you're speaking my language anon, gun-play is.. *chefs kiss*

TW- Gun-play, Blood mentioned, Oral insertion with a gun.

He most definitely does though, it's part of your training, if you can't take his gun, what makes you think you can take his cock? Plus, you look absolutely divine down on your knees as he slips the muzzle over your lips before tapping it against them and watching as you let your soft tongue slip out as he rubs the opening of his gun on your tongue as if it was his cock. His head tilted down, looking at you with a fucked grin as he mocks you, you're really letting him slip the same gun that he's used too kill people, down your throat as he fucks it open? How much utterly pathetic can you possibly get? He's not sure, but he's of so eager too find out as he watches drool run down your chin, the spit slipping inside the gun as he makes you choke on it. The sharp edges of the pistol cutting at the corner of your lips as he makes you deep throat it until the trigger guard is resting on your bottom lip, holding it there as your pretty eyes get all wet... he wonders if your cunt is crying just as pretty as he rams his gun down your throat. The soft gagging noises has his pants tightening as he undoes his belt one-handed. Tugging it off as pulls the zipper down and finally pulls the gun from your mouth, the cuts on your lips leaking a pretty crimson as he rubs the head of his weeping cock over them, crimson leaking all over his pretty skin as he makes you suck it off his cock and take it down your throat just like you did with his cock.

[valverii]

for the fight between lovecraft and skk, dazai does indeed bring chuuya back to the agency knowing that they’re probably gonna need him again as soon as he’s back in commission to win against the guild. also because the ada did not have the excess manpower to send someone to fetch chuuya themselves and thus he gets the agency to owe him a favor for bringing back their beloved zero-g detective <3

[blueskittlesart]

i was about to ask why the hell you're in class until 9pm before i remembered timezones XD for requests maybe some alttp link?

bunny 😁

[askchuuyanakahara]

Aw don’t worry Dazai! EVERYONE thinks Chuuya’s pretty and awesome! You’re NOT special for that! ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE wants to kiss Chuuya and make him smile at them and get his attention! YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE! ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE YOU HAVE EVER MET FEELS THIS WAY AND THEY ARE ALL THINKING ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME.

Dazai: "It's my payment for the curry!"

Chuuya: "It's half-eaten."

Chuuya: "Oi, I don't want your scraps- OI!"

Chuuya: ".. it'd be a waste to throw food away, though."

@vinvinin

Chuuya: "I'm just glad I had nothing urgent going on today.. mainly just paperwork."

Chuuya: "I hear enough in the texts from the girls Dazai talks to! He really needs to stop giving them my number.."

Chuuya: "They're always waxing poetry about how handsome he is, or how amazing he is.. ugh."

Chuuya: "I hope this doesn't mean he's planning something.."

@floatysparrowthing

Chuuya: "Gross."

[originalartblog]

"Can someone go and drag him back?"

Chuuya week - Day 7 - Happy Birthday!

[linkedin-offficial]

various ocs and thangs ( + a faege cameo! via @bl00dblight )

[passing-moments]

devastating amount of time dedicated to a single ask (i will probably not do this again) + additional yapping under the cut

was fighting demons to get this done over the course of over a month especially as i gradually grew more unhappy with this style + classes starting up. i might take an additional break to work on a new style/tweak the designs of the cast so this feels like a passion project rather than a chore again

also PLEASE do not use my submissions box as a secondary ask box if the latter is not open. i will open them again after this is posted however though i will likely only answer a few character related asks per moon so i can give myself the illusion of story progress lmao (also do NOT harass or think poorly of the person responsible for this submission-ask. it was not a boundary i previously established and if you go after them i will throw a brick through your window with a big thumbs down taped onto it)