#AHHHH I’M SO HYPED

[arsegoetia87]

EVERYONE!

YOU CAN PET CAT FOLLOWERS NOW!

YOU KNOW WHO ELSE IS A CAT FOLLOWER?!?

PLEASE MASSIVE MONSTER I BEG YOU LET US PET THE FUNNY CAT!

[animatronicdoozer]

Guess who’s going to the Louise gold talk

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi hello I’m halfway out the exhaustion grave but guess who’s going to see Spy x Family: Code White tonight? This girl! 🥰

I’ll reblog this when I finish the movie with my thoughts!

[larphis]

The fact that it’s less than 2 weeks now till ofmd s2 has me shaking in my boots

[inbeesinblood]

Someone listened to and commented on the first episode of my fan project. What if I cry

[readingwriter92]

Guess who bought an obscene number of books today? (She bought 12)

[emotoangel]

it’s almost time!!

tomorrow... don't phorget...

(image to use for pfps!!!)

@octoberphest @emotoangel @fatherphaniel @danrifics

[dissapointu]

Okay, First of all I love your work!! Second of all could you write arcane characters where the reader has Ears and a tail? (similair to Lest)

Thats it thank you for all the drabbels🩷

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭💖 I LIVE FOR THESE KIND OF ASKS. You want Arcane characters reacting to an S/O with ears and a tail?? I got you babes!!

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Jinx

You’re sitting at her workbench, tail swishing back and forth while you read. Jinx is hanging upside down from the rafters (don’t ask), and her eyes zero in on your tail like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

“Hey, hey, hey!” she says, dropping down so fast you almost jump. “Does it move when you’re happy? Ooooh, can I touch it? Pleaaaase?”

Before you can answer, she’s already running her fingers through it, cooing like she’s petting a cat.

“Aw, it’s so soft! You’re like my little fox!” She grabs her paint. “Stay still. I’m gonna make a matching tail for me—wait, does this mean we’re like a pack or something?”

Vi

The first time Vi notices your ears and tail, she just blinks and smirks. “Nice ears. They real?” She tugs lightly on one, and you swat her hand away with a huff.

“Okay, okay, chill,” she laughs, throwing her hands up. But you catch her watching your tail out of the corner of her eye, like she’s just waiting for it to wag.

Later, you’re lying in her lap, and she’s idly scratching behind your ears. You start purring (accidentally, okay??), and she grins down at you.

“Yeah, I’m never letting you live this down. My badass S/O’s a total softie.”

Sevika

Sevika pretends not to care. She just raises an eyebrow and goes, “Huh. That’s new.”

But then your tail brushes against her arm while you’re sitting together, and she flinches like it shocked her. “Damn thing’s alive?”

You roll your eyes, but when you try to move it away, she grabs it gently. “Relax. It’s… cute, I guess.” She won’t admit it, but she LOVES how soft it is. If you’re cuddling, she’ll run her fingers through your tail absentmindedly.

And if anyone says something about it? She’s cracking her knuckles, ready to throw hands.

Silco

Silco notices your ears and tail the second you walk into his office. He tilts his head, intrigued but not surprised. “Fascinating. Do they serve a purpose, or are they merely aesthetic?”

You sigh. “They’re part of me, Silco.”

He nods, like he just solved a puzzle, and his curiosity is OFF THE CHARTS. He’ll casually brush his hand against your tail when you’re sitting next to him, testing your reaction.

If he sees your ears twitch when you’re upset, his voice softens. “Your emotions betray you, my dear.” He uses your tail as a barometer for your mood and adjusts his approach accordingly.

Vander

Vander is SO GENTLE about it. When he first notices, he smiles and says, “Didn’t know I had a fox for a partner.”

He’s super respectful, though. He won’t touch your tail or ears unless you’re okay with it. But once you give him the green light? Oh, he’s ALL IN.

You’re curled up on the couch, and he’s got one hand buried in your tail while the other scratches behind your ears. “Y’know, these suit you,” he murmurs. “Beautiful, just like the rest of you.” (Cue blushing.)

Ekko

Ekko spots your tail swishing behind you, and his jaw DROPS. “Yo! How did I not notice this before?!”

He’s so hyped. He’ll jokingly mimic your tail with his scarf, wagging it like he’s part of your crew. “We’re matchin’ now, babe!”

If you’re sparring and your tail flicks, he’ll tease you about it. “What’s wrong, tail got nervous?” But if someone else makes a comment, he’s immediately defensive. “Back off. That tail’s cooler than you’ll ever be.”

Jayce

Jayce is trying SO HARD to be cool about it. He notices your ears twitch and goes, “Huh, that’s… interesting.” But he’s dying inside because he thinks you’re adorable.

The first time your tail brushes against him, he freezes. “Uh… do you, like, feel that? Is it… alive?” You laugh at his awkwardness, but he’s genuinely fascinated.

Later, he’s holding you in his arms, and your tail wraps around his waist. He melts. “Okay, that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Viktor

Viktor is surprisingly composed when he notices your ears and tail. He leans forward, studying you like you’re a fascinating experiment. “Are these natural, or… enhanced?”

When he realizes they’re real, he’s super curious about how they work. “Do your ears have heightened sensitivity? Does your tail serve a practical function?”

If you’re working together and your tail accidentally brushes his hand, he’ll go quiet for a moment before saying, “It’s… quite soft.” And if you catch him smiling to himself later, you KNOW he secretly loves it.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn notices your ears twitch when she calls your name, and her first thought is, adorable.

She’s super polite about it, though. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but… your ears and tail—are they natural?” When you nod, she smiles. “They’re lovely.”

She’s the type to gently stroke your tail when you’re cuddling, finding it soothing. And if anyone makes you feel self-conscious about them? She’ll shut them down with a cold, “I think they’re perfect. Don’t you?”

Mel Medarda

Mel’s first reaction is pure fascination. She runs her fingers along your ears and murmurs, “Exquisite. You’re truly one of a kind.”

She treats your tail like a luxury, stroking it gently when you’re lounging together. “I could get used to this,” she says with a sly smile.

Mel makes you feel like your ears and tail are the most beautiful things in the world. If anyone dares to insult them, she’ll give them a look so icy they’ll regret their existence.

Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa’s reaction is blunt but genuine. “That’s… different.”

She’s not the type to gush, but you’ll catch her glancing at your tail when she thinks you’re not looking. If it brushes against her, she’ll chuckle. “Careful, love. You’ll start a fight with that thing.”

Over time, she grows fond of it. When you’re resting your head on her shoulder, she’ll absentmindedly run her hand through your tail, a rare moment of softness from her.

Heimerdinger

Heimerdinger is FASCINATED. “My word! These ears and tail—how did they come to be?”

He’s asking a million questions, taking notes, and theorizing about the evolutionary advantages they provide. But he’s also super respectful and genuinely finds them beautiful.

If your ears twitch while he’s talking, he’ll pause and go, “Did I say something alarming?” When you explain it’s just a reflex, he chuckles. “Fascinating!”

Salo

Salo notices your tail and raises an eyebrow. “Interesting. I assume it’s functional?”

He doesn’t say much, but you can tell he’s intrigued. If your tail brushes against him, he’ll glance at it and go, “Careful where you’re aiming that.”

Over time, he becomes protective of it. If anyone tries to touch it without your permission, he’ll step in with a quiet but firm, “Don’t.”

Scar

Scar’s first reaction is to smirk and say, “That’s new. You hiding more surprises, or is this it?”

He's lowkey obsessed, though. If your tail’s swishing, he will try to grab it just to tease you. “Gotcha!”

But if someone else tries to mess with it, his playful side vanishes. “Touch them again, and you’ll regret it.”

Maddie Nolen

Maddie notices your tail wagging when you’re happy and GASPS. “Oh my gosh, that’s the CUTEST thing ever!”

She’ll gently ask if she can touch it, and when you let her, she’s all giggles and coos. “It’s so soft! You’re like a real-life plushie!”

She makes sure you never feel self-conscious about it and loves showing you off to her friends. “Isn’t S/O the most adorable thing ever? Look at their tail!”

Lest

Lest notices your ears and tail and immediately feels a sense of kinship. “So, we’re not so different after all,” she says with a smile.

She’s super gentle with your tail and ear like they are her own, since she has them she knows all the best spots to scratch and pet!

intertwines your tails together <3 like vines.

[obaex]

the blind date - rafe cameron

summary: your friends set you and rafe up on a blind date, but it doesn't go quite as you'd expected.

words: 1.7k

a/n: based on this request ♡♡ the way this has me giggling and kicking my feet in the air - ahhhh!

“Alright lemme make sure I have this straight: unlimited access to your jet skis for the rest of the summer, your season tickets to the first two Panthers home games, and two cases of whatever beer I want?” Rafe confirmed, looking over to the driver’s seat at his friend Dylan who huffed in reply and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Yes, dude, that’s what we agreed on. Christ, it’s a blind date, not a death sentence. I swear to God if Maddie didn’t put me up to this, I would’ve left your ass to wallow at home alone.”

“I’m doing you a favor” Rafe replied, “It’s the least you could do.”

“I’m telling you she’s hot, you know you might actually be into her, did you even consider that?”

Rafe looked at him completely perplexed. “What makes you think I’m even looking for a girl? I do just fine as it is, thank you very much, plus you and I have very different tastes.” A pause. “Can I please see her insta?”

“We’ve been over this. No. Maddie said it would defeat the purpose of the ‘blind’ part of a blind date.”

“So fucking stupid” Rafe said as he shook his head and looked out the passenger side window.

You had gotten to the restaurant early; your best friend Maddie wanted to make sure every little thing was perfect and she was practically bubbling over with excited energy at the prospect of your blind date.

“This is going to be amazing, I just know it!!!” she said enthusiastically. “He is so your type, I will be at your wedding, babes, I swear it! Ahhh!” She had pulled you into the bathroom and was fluffing up your hair, touching up your lip gloss and tugging at your dress.

“So happy you went with this one, like yes you will thank me later, you look so damn hot.”

For all her flustered energy, you appreciated her hype and as you looked in the mirror you kinda had to agree with her. She had helped with your hair and makeup and the result was truly stunning; you had just the right amount of makeup on to make your natural beauty pop. Your dress was a little more revealing than you were used to, but it did make you feel confident and who knows, the way she talked about this guy, maybe it would all work out?

“Okay, okay, enough fussing, I’m already nervous enough. Can we please get a drink? I need a drink” you said, moving to walk out of the bathroom as she checked her own appearance in the mirror one last time before following you.

“Yes, good idea, you go loosen up, I’m going to make sure they got us that table by the window.”

You sidled up to the bar and leaned your arms on it, happy to have a moment’s reprieve from Maddie’s frenetic energy as you looked around in an attempt to distract yourself. The restaurant was really cute, coastal and modern and there was a sizable crowd between the bar and dining area. The steady thump of tropical house music played softly in the background which calmed your nerves and lifted your mood.

Within moments the bartender spotted you and made his way over. He was just about to greet you when he glanced over your shoulder. “Rafe! What’s up!” he said enthusiastically. “So sorry m’am, just one moment” he apologized as he clapped hands with the tall stranger that had walked up beside you. “What can I get you, bro?”

Rafe was smiling at the bartender and glanced at you briefly when he realized you’d been snubbed. It was a quick glance but he did a double take before he could control himself. You were… simply perfect. Your face held an expression of amusement and surprise with a clear smile that rested on perfectly glossed lips. You had an effortless air about you like you woke up every morning looking that good and then immediately every part of him wanted to know what you’d really look like in the morning… in his bed… at Tanneyhill… the sun reaching through the blinds…

What the fuck is the matter with me? he thought suddenly. And then, Fuck. Was I staring?

The bartender was looking at him expectantly with an eyebrow raised. He asked me something. Drink. A drink. What do I want to drink?

“Yeah man, I’ll have a bourbon, neat, and uh, whatever she wants” he replied, nodding his head towards you.

You smirked at him before glancing at the bartender, “Spicy margarita please, and since he’s paying, I’ll take it with Patrón.”

“Oof” Rafe said, grabbing his chest with his hand like you’d delivered a physical blow to him, “Way to take advantage.”

You laughed and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Yeah, well, I don’t believe in coincidences, and it just so happens I need some liquid courage. If a handsome stranger is offering, I’m taking top shelf.”

Rafe pursed his lips and nodded, trying to tamp down the feeling in his heart that you'd called him handsome. He glanced back towards the door to see if he could see Dylan and couldn’t find him. Good he thought, allowing himself to feel guilty for half a second until he refocused on the sight of you in front of him.

He cleared his throat. “So, uh, liquid courage?” he asked.

“I’m meeting a date here actually” you said, shaking your head, your blushed cheeks turning slightly rosier. “It’s a whole thing…” you trailed off, waving your hand dismissively.

Rafe couldn’t reason with himself why he felt so angry that you were here for someone else. Thankfully the drinks arrived which gave him a moment to process as he watched you take a deep sip of your drink.

‘What asshole doesn’t pick a girl up and take her on the date himself?’ he thought. Well, he thought he thought before he realized he’d said it out loud as you nearly choked on your drink in laughter.

You shook your head again, smiling and laughing “It’s not like that, it’s –”

“—Nah, I’m sorry, it’s not my business, I shouldn’t have said that” he interrupted, mortified that he'd let that slip.

“You’re fine” you reassured him. “It was sweet. It’s nice to know there are still decent men out there willing to keep things chivalrous.”

I would’ve picked you up he thought. On time. Walked to your front door. Flowers in hand.

His head was spinning. What the fuck is going on with me. He looked down at his drink and then drank it in one swig. When he set the glass down, he caught your look of amusement as he coughed.

“You good?” you asked, giggling.

He grimaced, “I will be” he said, holding up his empty to signal the bartender for another.

“Is my company that bad?” you joked.

His eyes darted to yours, “Quite the opposite, sweetheart” he said in a low voice that you felt from your beating heart to your fingertips to your belly and shaky knees. Shit you thought as you registered the effect this man had on you.

You blushed and met his warm gaze, realizing for the first time how deeply blue his eyes were, like sapphires. The two of you stood there, an arms-length away and it was like time stood still. You could feel your pulse in your throat, feel your body tingling like it was physically reacting to his proximity. Was he stepping closer to you or were you imagining it? His eyes left yours for only an instant to look at your lips and in that moment he had you hook line and sinker.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the bar in front of you and you jumped. He took an imperceptible step back, clearing his throat.

“S-sorry” you mumbled, quickly swiping open a text from Maddie: ‘Where r u?!!!!”

Shit.

“I-I’ve got to…” you waved your phone by way of excuse and nodded your head towards the tables, literally unable to string a sentence together at this point.

“Yeah, no problem” Rafe said, as casually as he could muster as you moved to leave. “Try to have a good time. And, hey” he said, capturing your attention one more time “Tell this guy he better give you a ride next time, okay? None of this high school ‘I’ll meet you there’ shit, okay?”

You laughed at your little inside joke and met his gaze one more time before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Rafe’s next drink arrived and he slammed it back instantly before settling the tab, leaving a hefty cash tip and making his way towards the dining room.

Dylan fucking owes me he thought through gritted teeth, grimacing all the way through the crowded room, replaying your smile, the way you'd looked at him through thick eyelashes, even the way you’d smelled: like vanilla and coconut.

He was clenching and unclenching his fists as he searched the crowd, willing this godawful date to be over before it had even started. Finally he caught a glimpse of Maddie’s bright hair and Dylan’s frame at a table by the window; he moved to shift around several people when his eyes met yours, seated next to Maddie, across from an empty seat.

“Oh my god” you said, covering your mouth with your hand, stifling a fit of laughter and joy when you caught his eye.

He began to laugh too, the tension in his body immediately dissipating as he rubbed a hand over his face in an attempt to wipe away the goofy grin he felt there as he took his seat.

“What is going on, do you two know each other, what am I missing?” Maddie demanded.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, Mads” you said, giggling as your eyes danced and twinkled at Rafe.

She narrowed her eyes as they darted between the two of you. “Okaayyyyy, well YN, this is Rafe!”

“So, so nice to meet you” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm, though you were thrilled to actually know his name.

“The pleasure is truly mine, sweetheart” he played back, a knowing smile resting on his lips that had you bursting at the seams as you two ogled each other.

Maddie and Dylan looked at you both like you were crazy as you just stared and giggled at one another before they gave up and settled back into their own conversation and you and Rafe picked up your menus.

“Tomorrow at 7:00” Rafe said just quietly enough for you to hear him as he pretended to eye the menu.

“What?” you whispered in reply.

“Be ready tomorrow at 7:00. I’m taking you out. And I’ll be picking you up this time” he said as he shot you a smirk over his menu.

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[roscolate]

I AM 💥 GOING 💥 INSANE 💥

I’M SO FREAKING HYPED FOR THIS GAME AND FALLING MORE IN LOVE WITH IT WITH EVERY NEW PROMO 🥹🥹🤩🤩

This game looks so cute AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[hiddenpie]

As a Leo Venus I will admit all these things I can’t resist.

1. Cannot walk past a mirror without looking at it. I love looking at myself, why would I resist.

2. Tell myself how beautiful I look everytime I am about to go somewhere. Literally could hype myself up all day. “Whew I’m so gorgeous” “you look beautiful”

3. Occasionally walking around the house in my slip on princess heels.

4. Looking at old pictures of myself..often.

5. When somebody gives me a compliment literally basking in it. Why not? I love when people react this way to my compliments. I know I made them feel good and I love that.

6. Literally turning myself on. Hahahahha no lie I will look in the mirror and be turned on or I’ll talk to myself and be turned on by my intellect😂😂😂. Ahhhh this is so funny to share.

Yes I could go on all day with this

[un-lawliet]

OH THANK GOD UR DOWN bc i just read beast and i was like.... abby would absolutely kill this so now i'm here as little humble cas anon once again asking for ur writing talent for beast!Dazai ahhhh <3

i think something like reader is working for the PM and just sort of observes Dazai as boss and how he seems so detached/lonely like he's planning something that only he knows abt and reader basically tries saying they're here for him if he needs to get anything off of his chest but naturally he would reject any and all warmth offered to him at this point but maybe you or someone else can come up with a better idea i'm just so? hype that u would consider writing this at all i love uuuu

THANK YOUUU FOR THE REQUEST (sorry for taking ages to post this) i hope ur well and i hope i did this justice !!

Pages (Beast!Dazai)

— In which you beg Dazai to let you in.

The Port Mafia Boss isn’t kind.

You know this as if you breathe it, you know this in the same way you know how your chest rises and falls rhythmically to the sound of your breath escaping your lungs.

Osamu Dazai, is not kind.

A man who wears stained bandages like armour, draped in black from head to toe, a constantly persistent smile stretching out his full features.

As if he and the Mafia are interlinked in a sick relationship, in which he himself became his own twisted personification of destruction when stealing the title of “Boss.”

Your skin crawls when he looks at you, your heart pounding within your chest, a melody of trepidation and what should be hate.

And yet when you stare at him under yoru apprehensive gaze, fearful to catch his eye and hold it, you pity him as though blind to your own sullied breath.

And Dazai knows this, and he loathes it, like he loathes his own understandings.

You are not a character in his plan, nor a plot in this narrative yet you reoccur timelessly in each chapter, a smudged, incomprehensible word on each page in which he can’t decipher.

This isn’t real. He repeats to himself again, moving his hand from his face and onto the cold wood surface of his desk.

His office is dark, the natural light from the day diminished in the dark curtains drawn across the windows, isolating him in blackness.

There’s a single light on his desk, painting a dull ray of light across his written ponderings, Atsushi’s name circled and underlined beside Aktugawa’s written in the same manner.

His writing looks frantic, written in a passionate haste of forethought. Each pen stroke getting more and more aggressive as you follow the line of text until arriving at the abrupt conclusion.

“Odasaku lives”.

There’s a knock on his door and he knows it’s you.

You always knock in patterns, a slight hesitation after the first time your knuckle meets the door surface, before following it through with two more knocks.

You don’t wait for him to allow you in, assuming you missed the sound of his voice, the door swings open and you walk in.

“Y/N” He greets, his gaze cutting into your narrowed eyes, adorned with a frown.

You bow your head slightly, attempting to grace him with a greeting devoid of apprehension.

The slight tip in your step blows your cover and you wince as an atonement of your failure.

“Are you busy Sir?” You ask, your hands clasped behind your back.

Dazai flicks a stray piece of paper away from his body, it floats off of his desk and slides across the floor towards you.

“I’m always busy.”

Your eyes flicker towards it and away, trying to absorb any and all traces of curiosity as you ignore the cursive writing before you.

It’s not your place to read into the Bosses writings.

You wring your hands thrice, feeling the indents of scars beneath your skin, they ground you, reminds you of your humanity in front of a man seemingly so devoid in anthropomorphism.

You clear your throat and start again, ignoring him entirely.

“You took me off the mission with the White Reaper.” You say, raising your head in indignation, “Why?”

And Dazai is sighing, he expected this, yet he is bothered by the accusation resting in your tongue.

“I’m the Boss of the Mafia, it’s not your place to question my actions.”

You shake your head, “No, you misunderstand me Sir…I’m questioning your change in actions.”

“You shouldn’t be questioning at all.”

His voice is dull with deflection yet devoid of defence.

You scowl.

“I’m perfectly capable in dealing with the agency.” You start, stepping forward, “My results prove as much, there is no reason for you to-”

Dazai raises his hand to silence you, and you fall short in your speech.

The conversation is a standstill.

It reminds him of every other time you had had this same conversation with him, this same issue.

You come into his office, your pretty face darkened with curiosity, brazen and confrontational.

He would find it endearing if he didn’t have to focus on his goal.

He doesn’t yearn for your company, in the same way as you do not yearn for his, yet, Dazai’s comically cynical adoration for what he cannot have, seems to always leave him lost.

Lost in your repeated silent battle of confrontation, in which your gun is your glare and his, his position.

And Dazai decides then and there, that whatever…this relationship was, he needed to lose it before it evades him and leaves him disjointed.

You hate how you tremble, and you hate it even more when he smiles at you from his cluttered desk.

Teeth bared, features stretched.

He’d be ugly if you hadn’t grown so use to his indicatives. If you hadn’t lost yourself in your pathetic persistence for empathy.

God, how you wished you could hate him.

“I’m not interested in your previous results.”

“Then what else do I have to-”

“I am interested in your reluctance to obey.”

You pause, your head cocking to the side like a mutt.

“I’m sorry?”

Dazai places his hands in-front of him, indicating that you are now being questioned, not him.

You’re trapped within his gaze.

“In every judgement I make, you are a constant…resistance.” He begins, still regarding you with that grotesque grin. “Why?”

You blink, your eyelids are a lot heavier when under investigation.

“I-”

“I am the boss, you are my subject.” He continues, cutting you off sharply, “Yet you protest every role I place you in, and attempt to disrupt the narrative I have planned for the Mafia.”

Your mouth parts, and you lose yourself in staring at him. His eyes narrow, the smile slowly melting off of his face into something more grim, even sinister.

You looked into his eyes, he couldn't look at you. Or perhaps, he looked right through you.

You couldn't tell.

His eyes were empty. He barely breathed. He was like a catatonic painting of a former human being, and a sadness, a paralysing, overbearing sadness seemed to flow through him like a river that had frozen up and died, killing all the life in it conclusively.

“Forgive me, Sir.” You whisper, your voice trailing off. “I didn’t realise I came across so strongly.”

You step towards him, your lip between your teeth.

“I took you off the mission, because you are not needed in this task.” Dazai replies, looking at you through his eyelashes as his head drops to look at the papers before him.

There’s a small crack in the curtains, allowing the sun to sneak into his office, its beam trails up his face and rests in his eyes. The honey in his eyes appears to reject the intrusion, and they appear more dead when illuminated.

You find it odd how he describes every mission as if they all are acts; leading to a grand finale, as if everything is meticulously planned to the end.

You wonder what the end even is.

Your hands shake.

“Is there…” You hesitate, “A bigger picture?”

Dazai’s head snaps to you and you freeze, hands raising as if begging for mercy for a crime you didn’t know you committed.

“I mean- A reason why you’re so exact with your mission plans.” You rush to finish, eyes wide.

Dazai just looks at you, his face flushed, eyebrows raised slightly.

He looks like a boy you think.

A tired, unenthused child, determined to get his way.

He’s hesitant, for the first time since he became Boss.

You step forward again, closing in on his desk.

Dazai doesn’t move, his eyes stuck on staring into yours, you almost miss his periodic blink.

“What are you suggesting?” He chooses to say, a guttural need to be understood overpowering his desire to be cunning.

You say nothing, reaching out.

He's statuesque to the touch. Cold.

You trace the curve of his face, trying to carve your way to the core, digging your nail into the plush of of his cheek to get him to feel something, to respond to anything.

You breathe in tandem to his silent gasps for air, smothered with the consequence of letting you see him so frail.

The inexpressive expression of himself taunts you. He knows too much, you wonder if that’s the sacrifice of being an agency leader: Giving up everything for a cause that becomes you, drinking the currency of blood that bathes the foundations of the mafia.

His scarf ends seem to bleed lose threads, and yet he doesn’t care to fix it, to replace it.

It’s not important what one should wear when ones’ intention is to die.

His hand grabs yours and you still, momentarily forgetting your place.

“Who are you?” He whispers, and you almost miss it.

His voice is lost in the space between the pair of you, it creates a wall of understanding which builds itself upon the uncertainty of your place.

The pair of you appear to still.

An amalgamation of typographical stratagems bundled together to create one sullied page, in which the boy finally lets someone read the misery carved deeply within blacks of his eyes.

“What is going on Sir?” You plead, desperate to understand, to fathom him and the entire working of the Mafia.

You hate not knowing what your purpose is, and so you rely on him to tell you, to trust you.

Your figure casts a shadow on his desk, and Dazai’s eye falls onto his desk.

“Odasaku lives.”

It’s as if a switch has been flicked, how he suddenly sits straighter, and smiles.

And God you’re so close you could slap the smile off of his face.

“Miss Y/N.” He says, his voice stronger, powerful.

You straighten, taking a step back, awkwardness flushing your face.

“Sir.” You reply, defeat settling in your gut.

“The Mafia, or more so, how it operates, should not concern you.”

His voice is harsh, tucked under a fierce need for order.

“I order, as your Boss, to not return to my office unless the matter is important.”

“But this-” You start.

“Fail to comply.” He pauses, “And I will have to remove you entirely.”

His voice is so cold, so…

His smile, once so filled with determination, had cracked into something bitter, almost remorseful and you swear you could see regret swarm him.

He gestures to his door, “If that’s everything, please, see yourself out.”

The Port Mafia Boss isn’t kind.

A man who hides his secrets like the skin on his arm, draped in a constant melancholy, a persistent string of deceit hidden within his smile.

You know this like you breathe it.

And so, you do as your told, his door swinging shut behind you.

Masterlist <3

(A/N: i don’t think i like this as much- as in, i don’t think it’s my best :( beast dazai is hard to write !!!!! but i miss CAS anon so i hope it’s alright </3 sorry for making u wait for months i love you and thank u for the request !!!!)

[the0retically]

Wonderlust #1: One Man’s Trash:

Thoughts below! :)

- The intro is so cool I love this

- The different camera angels??? Holy shit??

- Oh god the voice Charlie is already doing, can’t wait for this character to destroy me emotionally

- This combat is insane oh my god??

- Troy’s dad?? Who is that

- Condi just on the other side is so funny to me like hi Canada man

- Charlie is just truly spitballing and has no thoughts behind it love it

- TROY IS JUST DOWN??

- Damn poor Troy lost the big race

- One more race!

- God Troy is such a jock I love him

- “Thanks to your father” oh?? Hmmm

- He has a fountain and it has the only running water that is Very sus

- Troy has a concussion????? Also may seems sweet and Troy is just so—love him

- Love the repeated “Troy math Troy math”

- Please he’s trying so hard to be cool and prove himself

- “My dad is gonna turn you into a clock?” HUH???

- Poor bizly this npc is cool and Charlie is making him just buzz

- He’s crying :(

- May??

- He lost his sled??

- OH THE MUSIC SLAPS

- THE ART!!!!!

- THIS IS SO COOL

- The green screen change!!

- Bizly is so good at descriptions I love his style of dming

- RUNT!!!!

- Oh I love runt so much

- :((((((( the street rats :(((((( I love them

- :( a match lights the dark room I MISS RIPTIDE

- I love uncle threestrings oh my god he’s so cool

- If anything happens to him I’m going to cry

- Also…….runt…??? You’re sick, you ok?

- Runt are you my chronic pain/chronic illness Queen?

- “Use this on your knee twice a day!” UNCLE THREESTRINGS WITH KNEE PAIN !!!!!

- Also love his singing it’s so fun

- This tunnel is cool heist time

- Oof runt is getting pinched to death, girl??

- Runt took it apart!! Love her little artificer girl!

- :(((((( she sees the stars and the moon

- The music is so cool I love this

- “Nothing else you’re just gonna open the door?” BIZLY NO RUNTS CURIOUS

- Uh oh, three loud bangs

- Oh doppler was taken, yikes I don’t think anyone but runt is getting out of this

- Please it’s not even roll initiative it’s just roll to run away

- Runt :(((((

- Tell her what? ………..if they lose people they don’t go after them? Oh god

- Interestingggggggg runt isn’t telling them about the crystal

- OH THE VIBE CHANGE??? Uncle T please there was a tragedy and you’re just playing your banjo

- God runt is just a kid

- Grizz and Bizly laughing about the big circle in the sky and being confused on who put it there please that’s so funny

- PINCH????? HES BACK?

- Runt isn’t allowed back up there :(

- She was just curious :( give her another chance!! :((((( runt

- oh, she can’t even go there to say hi and show stuff, runt :(((((( my sweet girl I’m so sorry

- “Dude he gets so hyped about the cups” YAY!!!!

- Yeah at least Runt didn’t shit her pants

- Aim sees the rock? Hmmm, runt didn’t you want that to be secret

- …………does this belong to Blink?

- CONDI TIME!!!!! BLINK!!!!!!!!

- I love his design so much

- Gotta love the belts, true Condi design!!!!

- The vixens??

- “She’s looking for you” “aeon’s always looking for me” OH????

- God gram-gram just stealing the box from blink, please??

- PLEASE???? She just makes him do side quests????? That’s so funny

- BIZLYS FACE BROKE ME “if I was reasonable person I would never” “but you will :D cause you’re not reasonable are you!” Just the soft smile, it’s so funny to me

- Please granny trying so hard to make blink and aeon friends again AHHHHH AEON’S HERE

- “An iron fist huh? Actually it’s leather, gets the job done” AHHHH HELLO??

- HELLO AEON! She’s so pretty!!

- “Was it the street rats?” “Shut your fucking mouth!” PLEASE

- :((((( blink doesn’t have a house

- “What do I get out of this” “a warm feeling in your heart?” This is such a cool dynamic I love this

- Oh god she punches Blink??

- WAIT TROY!!!!!! HES HERE AND JUST WANDERING AROUND??????

- The art!!!!! Troy just chasing Blink????? Oh my god??? “Don’t play hard to get with me, I’ll fucking catch you!” WHAT?

- He just sleds after him oh my god??????

- “What is your costume made out of” TROY PLEASE????

- “There’s no need to be such a freak” TROY?????

- He thinks it’s a convention??????

- “Is that like a slur?” TROY OH MY GOD?????

- Not Troy telling Blink that they need a hole to throw their trash down???? Oh my god??? That’s crazy

- “I don’t know I’m not supposed to tell you!” Troy?? What do you mean by that?

- Troy with a concussion!!!!! He’s just like me!! “I’ll protect a worse one and that’ll undo it” I—

- Troy just thinking that Blink is in character is so funny

- “Dude hey, you look stressed” Troy please??

- “No one’s chasing you, no one’s sticking with you because they may have ulterior motives!” Troy, baby boy, you’re dumb

- Ok so Troy may have already been with the vixens?? Or it’s something else I don’t know? Or it’s just him wanting to get back up

- The imagery is so clear I love it I can see these characters and where they are

- Please they just made up random ass names for themselves

- Troy my guy be better

- “I will crush 30 of these I won’t even blink…oh sorry” TROY OH MY GOD

- Environmentalist activist blink! Let’s go!

- “I’m gonna be Frank” “WHO THE FUCK IS FRANK?” Oh my god

- PLEASE TROY IS SO FUNNY???? He’s a jock that just is so incredibly dumb

- Oop Troy with daddy issues

- I—Charlie is just so lost in Troy right now

- “You know sometimes I think about guys!” TROY????

- Troy stop talking pleaseeeee

- Oh god blink just running away with troy

- Bizly is rolling so badly this session oh my god

- “A blunt arrow comes whizzing by your head” “a blunt what? I smoke it” HUH?

- How are they even doing this??

- “You definitely don’t make it 30 feet up” “well to me it feels like that!”

- “I lost this cast iron a couple years ago” TROY?????

- A NAT 1 AND A NAT 20 OH MY GOD????

- Graphite seems cool!

- Troy peak adhd boy, love him

- “You just say things don’t you?” “….Troy”

- I miss runt

- RUNT!!! SHES WATCHING THEM

- ohhhhh blink was in the apothecary before

- She’s been tailing them!!

- THIS WAS SO COOL!!!! I LOVED IT!!! IT WAS SO GOOD

[archivxx]

YALL IM SO .

Red Moon in Venus Masterlist ✩ [Song Series]

synopsis: | Red Moon in Venus will be a series of oneshots (14 fics and one headcanons post) surrounding various PC! South Park characters and the reader based off the two timelines; BROKEN and FIXED. The oneshots are solely based off the songs within the album and personal interpretations of the characters.

cws: | each fic will be specified but expect angst, nsfw, verbal abuse, toxic relationships, substance abuse.

⏤͟͟͞͞★ "Hello? ...Can you hear me..?"

I WISH YOU ROSES - STAN MARSH

"While I'm here, I'm someone to honor

When I'm gone, I'm someone to mourn"

✩

WORTH THE WAIT - KENNY MCCORMICK

"If your affection for me's truly only skin deep

I don't wanna end up just another broken family"

✩

LOVE BETWEEN... - MICHAEL

"If I bring you my world

you'll never want to leave"

✩

ALL MINE - WENDY TESTABURGER

"But I guess there's just no turning back

but I wouldn't even in a time machine"

⏤͟͟͞͞★ "I just wanted to tell you"

FANTASY - STAN MARSH

"Forget all the foolery

stay on me like jewelry"

✩

COMO TE QUIERO YO - TOLKIEN BLACK

"It's too late,

to turn back now"

✩

HASTA CUANDO - LEOPOLD 'BUTTERS' STOTCH

"Make everyone hate me,

if that makes you feel better"

✩

ENDLESSLY - KYLE BROFLOVSKI

"Wanna spoil me in every way

It's Valentine's like, every day"

⏤͟͟͞͞★ "In case you forgot"

MORAL CONSCIENCE - KYLE BROFLOVSKI

"You're gonna feel it,

when you're all alone"

✩

NOT TOO LATE - HEADCANONS FOR [ ???? ]

"It's not to late

to admit you love me"

✩

BLUE - KENNY MCCORMICK

"Will the angels bring me back to you?

Every single second missin' you is painful"

⏤͟͟͞͞★ "I love you

DESERVE ME - POLY! CREEK

"You see the world through tired eyes,

deep down you gotta know you're wrong"

✩

MOONLIGHT - LEOPOLD 'BUTTERS' STOTCH

"Baby it's been a hell of a day,

but I know a place we can escape"

✩

HAPPY NOW - KYLE BROFLOVSKI

"Our spark turned to flames

Don't gotta listen to a word they say"

[jujumin-translates]

[18TRIP] Event Story | WE ARE M・T・T・B | TRACK. 1

Characters: 🫰 Chihiro Natsuyaki, 🎨 Kiroku Kinugawa, 🌕 Muneuji Kaguya, 🔮 Toi Shiramitsu, 🎸 Nanaki Nanamegi

Location: HAMA House - Terrace

Chihiro: And, there~!

Chihiro: I’ve got an urgent announcement for all of Chii Nation watching this stream right no~w!

Chihiro: So you saw that vid of me dancing with Tenchamu the other day, right? Thanks to Chii Nation, it went crazy viral ♪ Thanksies for all the views, y’all!

Chihiro: And so b-b-b-b-behold! ‘Cause of how viral it went, I got invited to a “Street Dance Competition” that a buncha influencers are going to~!

Chihiro: Ahaha! I’m glad y’all are as hyped as me~!

Chihiro: What, what~? “Isn’t the StreDan Competition the one where some of the best overseas dancers participate? Our Chii-sama is about to become the world’s Chii-sama!”?

Chihiro: No matter where you are, y’all know your Chii’s gonna be right there next to you ♪ 

Chihiro: Hmm? “That video was so cute that I kept watching it over and over again! You’re gonna compete in it obviously, right?”

Chihiro: You betcha~! Personally, I was fully prepared to attend from the start, but as y’all already know, influencer competitions gain crazy amounts of attention, y’know?

Chihiro: That’s why my president was all like, “Go and participate to raise the popularity of HAMA Tours!”, or whatever~.

Chihiro: “Are you participating in it alone?” Ah~, I knew you would be wondering about that.

Chihiro: They’ve got solo slots and team slots for five or more people for this competition, so I’m free to participate in it either way~.

Chihiro: The vid of me dancing with Tenchamu was what started the whole thing, so I kinda wanna do it with him, y’know?

Chihiro: So that’s why I’m gonna participate as a team! And the first confirmed member of the team is Tenchamu ♪ 

Chihiro: At first, he was like super not about it, but after I nonstop pestered him about it day after day, he finally said okay! So like, good job, me.

Chihiro: “Totally shipping whatever this ChiiTen dynamic is.”? As you should be~!

Chihiro: Right! So, Chii’s gonna secretly pick three more members who seem like they’ll be the most interesting, and—.

Neighborhood Cat: Nyaan.

Chihiro: Hm? “Is that cat one of the members?”

Chihiro: No way, the neighborhood meow-meow, and its babies have just been using this area as a walking route lately. I’ll try and interview the real members during the stre~am.

Chihiro: Haha! Chill, y’all~! I’m gonna go and track them down right now~!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Location: HAMA House - Snake Room

*Door opens*

Chihiro: First up is our colorful heaven-sent child, Kirokkuma~!

Kiroku: …, Natsuyaki… san?

Nanaki: What do you mean by “first up”?

Chihiro: You’ll understand everything if you just come with me, so c’mon, c’mon~♪  So I’m gonna borrow Kirokkuma for a bit, cool? Cool!

Nanaki: Oh, sure, here you go.

Kiroku: W-What…?

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Location: HAMA House - Horse Room

*Door opens*

Chihiro: And next is~, our avant-garde helmet boy, Munechi!

Muneuji: Natsuyaki-san. Why in the world are you dragging Kinugawa around?

Ushio: Wait, huh? You’ve got a camera…! Hold on, are you live-streaming right now? Don’t ever film me, please.

Chihiro: Don’t worry, just trust in Chii’s recording technique~. Anyway, come with us, Munechi~!

Chihiro: And the last person is… One of you looking at me through the screen. I’m coming to get you now, so… Just sit tight and wait for me ♪

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Location: HAMA House - Pig Room

Toi: Ahhhh~, I’m so excited! Who’s the last person going to be? Who’s he coming to get!?

Toi: I can’t believe how excited I am, Chii-sama really is the greatest idol no matter where you are…!

*Door opens*

Toi: Huh.

Chihiro: And here we are~! The last person I chose is the pure angelic fortune teller Sugargel, also known as Toonya~♪ 

Toi: …, Huh…, Wait…

Chihiro: Ahahah, Toonya froze up like a Jizo statue. Cute!

Toi: M-Me…, …Huh?

Chihiro: Anyway, I’m gonna work super hard with this team~! So y’all better be supporting us, babes ♪ 

Chihiro: That’s it for today’s stream! Bye-byee!

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

[whoisneo404]

Nick x Drag Queen reader

How you guys meet:

"Hey, Lovy (your stage name). Boss told me there is a birthday boy today, make sure to do your special song for him. I’ll leave you the name here." My friend and coworker leave a note on my desk as I keep putting make up on my face.

"All right, thanks."

"Have a great show." they pat me on the shoulder and leave.

The show was great, all of the Queens were amazing as usual. The last and longest act was mine, since I love to talk and Im friends with the bar owner.

My music plays and I get on stage with a bright smile, some people clap, some people scream. I dance until my first two songs end. Then I grab the microphone that’s on stage.

"A little manager told me; someone is having his birthday todaaaaay." I say scanning the room for the birthday boy. "Where are you? raise your hand to receive your gift." I see a guy slowly raise his hand, brunet hair and surrounded of friends who made fun of him for his red cheeks, perfect, my favorite kind of show. "Ohhh, I see you. I’m coming baby." I walk down the stage and to his table, the "birthday" music started to play, it’s just a song we always play on birthdays and the Queen on stage will dance for whoever is celebrating that day.

I stand in front of him and I see him gulp at my sigh, he tries to meet my eyes but is too shy to do it. "What’s your name?"

"I-... Nick."

I put the microphone close to my lips again. "Everyone give an applause for Nick." The bar claps, and shouts and whistles for his, he giggles. I leave the mic on his table and I start my performance. I dance for him and him alone.

When the music stops, I was sitting on his right leg, microphone on my hand. His friends holding back laughter and recording us, mostly his red face.

"Happy birthday, Nick." I said and stood up to walk to stage. "Oh." I turn around., "If you want to buy me a drink, my shift ends in 1 hour." I wink at him, the lights turn off and when they turn back on, I was on stage again, my next two songs playing on the speakers.

your shift ends.

"AHHHH, my knees hurt. Why did I choose floor work as a statement for me????" one of my coworkers complain.

"Girl, ask me. My neck hurts, I regret buying those big ass wigs." someone else says.

"Why are you so distracted??" the first one said.

"Nothing."

"Cute birthday boy."

"SHHHH. No, it’s not that, god." I roll my eyes. "See you tomorrow." I wave at them.

"Byeeee, tell us how your date goes." I roll my eyes at this and go outside, hopping that he stayed to buy me a drink.

The manager was standing outside the changing room.

"Wh-"

"Birthday boy wants to buy you a drink. Is he cool or creep? do i kick him out? do I call security?"

"Its fine Ali. I told him he could. thanks for worrying." I kiss their cheek and walk to the main room, searching for him, I can see him... Nick, I can see Nick standing close to the bar nervously looking back to his friends who hyped him up.

I walk to him and stand beside him, leaning into the bar.

"Hi, Larry. Can you make me a margarita?" I turn around and look at him. "Waiting for someone?"

"Oh, hi. I didn’t see you coming." He nervously adjusts his shirt and takes a sip of his water. "What drink do you want?"

"Already ordered."

"Oh... great. Uh, great show. I loved that thing you did on stage when you stood on a chair and all that thing."

"Thanks, Nick."

"How do you know my name??" he seems very nervous. How cute.

"You told me."

"RIGHT! I forgot, how embarrassing." his cheeks light up again.

"You are cute."

"Uh?"

"You are cute, Nick."

After long hours of talking and a quick exchange of numbers, you and Nick start to become closer and closer every time you guys hang out.

He loves to go to your shows, alone or with his friends.

Once the two of you start dating, he will show you off (more than he used to do), he will drag his friends to see you perform, he will post your reels or posts on his stories, he will take millions of pictures and videos of you performing (in everyone video you can hear him scream).

He loves to stare at you while you put your make up and wig on. He thinks you look sexy while doing it.

He will 100% let you dress him up and put make up on him.

Will go with you to buy make up or clothes.

Always wants to be the highest tip after your shows.

Fall in love with you more every time he sees you in high heels or boots.

Always reminds you how much he loves you and how amazed he is at your hard work.

Will kiss your bruised knees (if you do floor work) or massage your back and neck.

Nick will bring flowers to your performances to cheer you up.

Overall, he is the best boyfriend you could ask for.

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