#Char dogs

[wrenkos]

buying gifts for the armed detective agency!

[flyolai-brainrot]

He's my favorite girlypop

[cloudfishh]

I think at this point if i drew them actively making out it would have less gay tension that this

(also ignore me being too lazy to draw the background, work smarter not harder)

[777catlives]

God, i love him so much

[kolaepup]

Anubian Jackal Adopt!

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[kaleidoru]

More CSP Brush Shenanigans starring more of this gyaru dog

[sunsetdeathcity]

my favorite dungeon meshi characters but its instagram dogs

yaad:

thistle:

delgal:

kabru:

rin:

benichidori and hien:

[kidatanaka]

tanaka & friends

[ellawrites-if]

DEMO SNIPPET

Ciaran and MC being Ciaran and MC (ft Dog who’s just happy to be there). Unedited as always.

“Not even a kiss for good luck?”

Ciaran glares at you, but the effect is rather ruined by the flush of red that blooms across $chis cheeks.

“I’d rather kiss $dog.”

$dog, who has just been laying there with $dhis head resting on your boot, perks up immediately at being mentioned. $dhis tail thumps against the ground and you get the pleasure of watching Ciaran immediately melt. $chis eyes soften and $che crouches down to scratch $dog behind the ears.

“You’re pretty adorable together.”

Ciaran looks up, a scowl on $chis pretty face, and freezes. $chis face slackening in shock as $che goes bright red and splutters out, “you’re smiling.”

While this kind of behaviour from Ciaran would usually trigger the little sadist in you. Something about $chis words and the way $che’s looking at you has you shifting uneasily instead, but you try to play it off with a smirk and shrug, “I smile all the time.”

$che sighs, pets $dog one more time, and stands. “No, $mc, you smirk and you grin and you cackle like a grade-a freak, but you don’t smile.” Ciaran looks away and says almost absentmindedly, “you should though, you looked…beautiful.”

You blink a couple of times, but before you can reply, Ciaran recovers and storms off, throwing one last parting shot over $chis shoulder.

“That’s only cause you look like something a Kaiju shat out most of the time though, so anything would be an improvement on that.”

You look down at $dog and wink, “$che definitely has a crush on me.”

[innkeepercore]

Clint Barton has few priorities in life and one of those is sleep

[vampiiric]

not sure why i drew this but my day was rough bc im sick and then i smiled while makign this so it looks like they did their job :)

[yardsards]

people love an "i'll take care of you" "it's rotten work" "not to me, not if it's you" character dynamic until the character who needs to be taken care of is disabled. then it's supposedly fucked up and toxic for a person to have to take care of someone else.

[ria-ragdoll]

small things

small things that they do

cw: mentions of narcissism & the red flags of them

feat; bsd characters. (ada ver.)

nakajima atsushi.

dear darling over here will show his love to you through the little things, like simply asking if you're okay or if you need a hug. usually most of the time when he asks if you want any sort of affection, it's his silent way of saying that he wants your affection as he's just too shy at times to voice his love to you. but at times he will get enough courage to say that he loves you, but with him it's like sharing a secret in the dark night, where it's simply just the two of you and sappy feelings that make his heart jump in excitement. sometimes he'll even crack a joke if he feels up to it, sweet boy thrives off of seeing that people feel better because of him. he wants to see just how much he can do to help others, even in the expense of his own happiness, so as long as you're with him and happy, he wouldn't need anything else in the world. atsushi is hurt, causing him to be needy and clingy, he'll stick around you for a while but then suddenly distance himself, not wanting to be a nuisance. it's an annoying process, but it's a way that shows that he cares and loves, even if it's manipulative in a way. he'd do anything for you to the point of leaving you if it made you happier. so if you show your love to him in a faint way, a faint touch or simply just a smile, it's going to remind him that he's doing the right thing, and that he's doing good. atsushi is simple but sweet, a true romantic at heart, some flaws too, poor boy is trying his best. but, atsushi would do anything for you, you're truly the only thing that matters to him

dazai osamu.

dazai is a very narcissistic person, manipulating others for his own gain, it's in his port mafia black blood. but he's been trying to better himself, ever since he was given the chance to abandon the port mafia for a better life. the love he tries to show you is like being vulnerable with someone who won't criticize you for it, it feels good, maybe even a little forbidden at some times, but you enjoy it. dazai will whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you pass each other during work, he'll annoy you as you work, but it's his way of showing love, very tough love. there will be scarce touches throughout the day, sometimes even risque ones, another way of his love. but there will be times where in the comfort of your home will his heart be shown barren to you, blood, guts and all the other crap he has piled on him. he'll wear less layers as your relationship progresses, leaving him in his striped blouse and khakis and less bandages. it might not seem like much, but it's like walking around naked, you'd have to be comfortable to do that, it's a silent way for dazai to show that he trusts you. his way of love is truly silent, it might seem like he would scream out to the world that he loves you, but he also loves you enough to say it to the person who matters, the person who gave a faint reason to live in his dull life.

edogawa ranpo.

ranpo is obviously very clingy and high maintenance from first impressions, believing that just because he's smarter than everyone else he then deserves special treatment. he's very narcissistic in his own way as well, but it's mainly unintentional, he lacks the normal amount of care and love he should have been given. that then causes his over clinginess and over exaggerated personality, he lacks attention and he found that being like that then gave him the attention he looked for. he's not above becoming better either, it's how he's grown up and still has that child like mentality, but there are times when he's truly vulnerable and acts like his age. when he puts on his childish front, he'll cling to you as if you're the thing keeping him tethered to the world, maybe even share a snack if he deems that you're deserving of it. he'll drag you away from your work, so days like these are never productive, even when you whine and beg for him to let you go he won't listen at all, throw some praise in the mix and he might think about it, only if you promise to praise him more. but then during the times of solitude when it's just the two of you alone, no longer in the agency for the day, he becomes silent, quietly doing things and staring blankly at walls or even his snacks. the atmosphere of being around others fuels him, causing his loud and childish nature, but the moment he's alone he then acts his age. he'll actually be more bold as well, telling you softly to not go when you're about to go grab something from the kitchen. it's almost like he's in a state of depression, but it's just how he truly is, silent and soft. it's like watching the sunset with the person you love most, it's a soft moment, sometimes even useless to some, but in the end it's a sense of vulnerability where you share secrets without any words. his true love is like that, quietly looking out for you, using his insight to subtly help you. love is a very foreign topic for him, he used to view it as useless and unnecessary, but with you he's slowly warming up to the idea of loving someone.

i was gonna add fukuzawa but i gave up .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(>⁠▂⁠<⁠,)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

— r

[ketchuplaser]

@one-time-i-dreamt I've been loving seeing Ragnar, thought you might appreciate my beastie beastie!

This is Charlie, aka Char Char

[characcoon]

Main Ref sheets for Color Theory are donezo!

Doc absolutely slaying it with his netherite corset, Ren with waaaay less red than usual, and Martyn in both his casual/off-duty and Watcher clothes, with a very familiar color pattern, huh.

And Martyn is an orange tabby because you look at that guy and tell me he doesn't have orange cat energy, I dare you.

[kodzue-ken]

Peach Blossoms

Atsushi x gn!reader x Akutagawa

3.1k words

warnings: none! lots of fluff, atsushi is sick but that's it

It began when you met a boy lying face down in an alleyway. 

You had been throwing away your trash from the bakery and were unsure what was happening, but noticed that he hadn’t eaten anything in a long time. While you were aware of some of the things happening in Yokohama, you still felt the need to do something. Grabbing the male under his arms, you lugged him into the bakery, glad you had left the trash for last in your clean-up routine. You dragged him over to a booth and slid him into it; as you did so, you noticed how thin and scrawny the male looked. His clothes were torn, covered in dirt, and you swept the long lock of his platinum hair out of his face, putting a hand on his forehead to check for a fever. Not feeling anything, you moved towards the counter and walked behind it. You grabbed a clean washcloth and ran it under warm water, moving over to fill a tea kettle and put it on the stove. Grabbing a plate and moving back towards the unconscious man, you placed the plate with the washcloth in front of him, to use once he woke up.

The small bakery was tucked away in a small corner of Yokohama and belonged to your dear friend, who had gone on a trip to Tokyo and left you to take care of things. You made sure the workers left to get home safely while you finished cleaning. You began to cook up a small meal, casting a concerned glance over to the male. He stirred awake as you finished cooking, causing you to snicker while adding the finishing touches.

“Hello,” you said, causing him to jump while you laughed a little. “I’m (name), I found you lying outside and wanted to help. The cloth in front of you is for you, and I've made some food,” you placed the plate down in front of him and smiled when you met his eyes.

They were gorgeous colors. Split horizontally with yellow and purple, which stood out against the soft peach and white colors of the bakery. As you smiled at him, your eyes widened as his lips began to wobble, gorgeous eyes filled with crystalline tears.

“F-for me?” He asked, “d-do you want anything?”

“For you to eat!” You reached a hand forward but paused as you caught the horrified flash in his gaze. You pulled back and awkwardly brought your hand down: attempting to act like it didn't happen and trying to not draw attention to how scared he looked at that moment. You tapped the table in front of him, drawing his attention to the two plates and cup of tea.

You turned away from him, staring at the peach blossom decorations scattered throughout the cafe. You heard the soft clinking of silverware as he began to eat.

“I’m Nakajima Atsushi,” he said, voice so small you almost missed it.

“It’s nice to meet you, Nakajima,” you smiled.

As the evening went on, you enjoyed the time you spent with Nakajima, even offering him a place to stay for a bit. His eyes grew wide and he shook his head, stumbling over his words as his eyes darted around, growing paler by the minute. He stumbled to his feet as words tumbled out of his mouth. You stood, attempting to try and calm him down. With a rushed gasp and a jumble of words; a mixture of ‘sorry’, ‘I’m sorry’, ‘I have to leave’, and ‘don’t want you getting hurt’ all spilled out of his mouth as he stumbled towards the door.

“Nakajima!” You cried, reaching a hand out while watching the fearful male slam the door closed behind him.

You thought that had to be the first and last time you saw Nakajima Atsushi. The sweet male who had left so fast it left a bitter taste in your mouth. Your friend returned from Tokyo like a whirlwind and you found yourself thinking about Nakajima when you had a moment to rest. Days passed and you found yourself spending time in the peach-themed bakery just staring out the window. Your friend had laughed and slid a slice of cake your way, “I’m sure he’ll reappear, I’m more impressed you managed to drag him into the bakery!”

You scoffed but smiled back at her as you began to eat the cake. As the two of you joked and laughed around, you both turned towards the door when there was a small chime.

“Nakajima!” You cried, sliding off of the stool and rushing towards the male who had just entered, the hat-wearing male at his side laughed and turned his closed-eyed gaze towards you. He smiled wide and went to say something before his attention drifted to the slice of cake that was sitting on the counter and raced over; your friend swiped it off the counter and waved her hand at the display case, striking up a conversation.

“I’m sorry,” Nakajima’s voice was quiet and filled with guilt. “I didn’t mean to rush off like that.”

“I forgive you, Nakajima,” you smiled, “I’m glad you’re looking better.” You made eye contact with the male and watched as his eyes widened and then a warm smile formed.

“Thank you!” He smiled.

“Come on, let's get you something sweet, don’t be a stranger, okay? We’re friends; so don’t be afraid to come say hi!” Nakajima’s warm, shy smile turned into a blinding grin as he followed you.

On a cold December day, there's a knock on Atsushi's window. Atsushi himself is curled under a pile of blankets while you try to get him to have a sip of tea, worried for your friend. Because of this, you miss the series of knocks on the window and only notice something is wrong when there’s a sudden cold breeze and a voice.

“Weretiger.”

You snap your head up, tea forgotten, and try to throw yourself over Atsushi's limp body, eyes widening as they stare at the male who let himself in through the window. You weren't a member of the agency or even had an ability, but you were Atsushi's friend. So you understood that the creep who just let himself in through Atsushi's window (when no one outside of the agency should have known where he was living) was not a person who should be around Atsushi on a good day, let alone while he's sick and barely conscious. You cared too much for Atsushi to let anything happen to him while you were around.

“Ryuu…?” Atsushi murmurs, blinking blearily and wrapping his fingers around your arm, the closest thing he could grab.

“Atsu?” You ask, torn between staring at Akutagawa and checking on your friend.

“It’s fine… won’t harm… no killing…” Atsushi mutters, becoming slightly more coherent as he notices who's in his room.

“Uh, okay…” You trail off, lifting your body off Atsushi’s but not taking your eyes off Akutagawa who stares back.

“I heard you were sick,” Akutagawa says, speaking to Atsushi while staring at you.

“Mhmm,” Atsushi agrees, fingers still wrapped around your arm and slightly tugging on it, “don’t worry, it’s okay, he’s just checking up on me,” he says, letting go of your arm when you went to adjust the way you were sitting.

“That’s… nice of him,” you say, bringing a hand to run through Atsushi’s hair and still trying to ignore the pressing stare that hadn’t moved from where it was burning into the side of your head. “If I go make some food, you won’t be dead when I come back?” You ask, deciding that if Akutagawa was breaking into Atsushi’s house and he wasn’t freaking out, then it was probably fine to leave them alone for a moment.

“I wouldn’t kill him. We made a bargain,” Akutagawa says, still staring. You're almost sure he hasn't blinked the whole time he's been in the house.

“Okay then,” you say, nodding your head and standing, moving towards the door, and stepping out into the common area. You glance over your shoulder and don’t hear the immediate sounds of fighting and assume things will be okay. You enter the kitchen and begin to make a batch of chazuke, which you hoped would make Atsushi feel better, as well as being your lunch.

You also assume that you should make enough to feed Akutagawa unless he had decided to just show up, stare at Atsushi, and then leave right back through the window he entered from.

Smiling, you begin to portion out some of the rice into bowls, taking care to make sure to let it cool a bit before adding anything on top of it. You turn back towards the stove to grab the plate of chicken, jumping when you turn around the sudden appearance of Akutagawa standing a few feet away, staring at you.

“Um.” You blink, “I’m (name), it’s nice to meet you,” you say, setting down the plate and bowing your head slightly. Akutagawa nods back and doesn’t move.

“Akutagawa.”

“Do you want some food?” You ask, putting the chicken into the bowls and then moving towards the tea kettle. Akutagawa watches your movements and only nods, staying where he was. You slowly pour the tea over the rice and chicken before you pick up one bowl and start moving towards Atsushi’s room, Akutagawa stepping to the side slightly as you pass. You knock on the door slightly and then enter the room, smiling at Atsushi who's sitting up, but still leaning on the pile of pillows. Akutagawa brushes past you when you open the door and settles himself by Atsushi’s side.

“I made some food, chazuke. You don’t have to eat the chicken but I think the protein might help you feel better,” you say, setting down the bowl next to him. “Oh! I forgot-”

“Here,” Akutagawa suddenly thrusts a spoon into Atsushi’s hands and nods to himself, his eyes holding a glimmer of pride that he helped. Atsushi smiles gratefully and slowly picks up the bowl, beginning to eat.

“We’re just gonna be outside, okay? Eat up, I’ll come check on you in a bit,” Atsushi nods, mouth full. You leave the room, not bothering to see if Akutagawa is following; just leaving him to do what he wants. As you settle down in the dining area, you begin to eat your food. Eyes focused on the bouquet of peach blossoms you had brought over. Akutagawa appears after a moment and moves towards where you are sitting. He doesn't speak, just pulling out a chair and settling himself into it. Deciding not to say anything, you nod your head in acknowledgment and move on, still eating your food quietly.

Akutagawa suddenly let out a rough cough, bringing his hand to cup his lips. You turn your attention to him before asking softly: “Are you sick as well? If you don’t feel good, it’s okay to rest on the couch. I can bring you a glass of water,” you smile. You were unaware of whatever things he and Atushi had going on, but you knew that you were Atsushi’s friend and if he didn’t have any issues with the male then you didn’t have a place to say otherwise. Especially since you couldn’t try and fight him.

As the words left your lips, Akutagawa fixes you with the most soul-crushing stare, which was surprising; he had practically been keeping the same stare on his face since he crawled through the window at you. “I am fine.” he says, “and I don’t require your aid,” he finishes, before dissolving into another coughing fit, grabbing a napkin off the table and holding it up to his mouth. You just watched him, unsure of the best response. Your brain itched to offer him a warm cup of tea, but the way he's been staring at you gave you the feeling that maybe you should just let him be.

“Okay,” you say, standing up and collecting your now empty bowl, flashing a smile before moving back into the kitchen, placing the bowl into the sink, and moving behind his chair to check up on Atsushi.

Atsushi had finished eating and laid the bowl next to him, staring out the window as you entered the room. You sat by his futon and brought your hand to his forehead.

“How are you feeling? Do you want anything else?” You ask softly, taking your hand away and bringing your hand to your lap.

“Tired. I wanna sleep,” he murmurs, turning over so that his gaze meets yours. You smile at him and nod your head.

“That’s okay, get some sleep and I’ll figure something out with our house guest,” you hum, fingers brushing through Atsushi's hair as he lets out a soft purring noise. You pull away and stand, collecting his bowl and slipping out of the room. 

Akutagawa was still where you had left him, staring at his bowl and moving the food around. “If you don’t like it, I can make something else,” you say, moving towards the kitchen and beginning to clean the dishes. You don't hear anything from the mafioso, so you shrug and keep cleaning.

As you put the dishes onto the drying rack, you grab a kettle and place it on the stove to boil water. You turn and nearly scream when you spot Akutagawa standing in the doorway, holding his things. He barely passes you a glance as he puts his things in the sink, keeping an eye on where you are standing. You watch him, unsure of what to do. He slowly edges out of the kitchen and you don't say anything as you turn back to the kettle that's now boiling. You pull three cups from the cabinet and set them off to the side while you finish making the tea.

Once the tea is finished - you did your best to ignore the horrible coughs coming from where Akutagawa was sitting, flinching whenever you heard it - you step back into the sitting area and spot Akutagawa settled on the couch, a cloth held up to his lips. The cloth is dotted with red, making your heartache. As you move towards him, he tucks the handkerchief into his coat pocket and fixes a stare onto your face. Before he can say anything, you place the cup in front of him and smile.

“It’s just a cup of tea, there’s some honey and milk in it to soothe your throat. If you need anything else, just let me know, okay?” You smile, acting before thinking as your hand passes over his head and lightly scratches at his scalp, humming as you turn away. You grab a blanket from the side and pull it over his form, adjusting it so he looks comfortable.

As you turn, you don’t have a chance to think about how you were still alive and not injured as you move towards Atsushi’s door. You slip into his room and put the cup of tea by his bed. Atsushi's asleep and curled into a small ball, eyelids fluttering as he exhales. You move out the door and towards the sitting area, blinking slowly and realizing how tired you are.

You settle onto the open couch, not sparing a glance over to Akutagawa, who, once again, has a stare fixed on you. You cough a little and lay down, making sure the tea is off to the side, and begin to close your eyes. As you drift off, you feel something warm being pulled over your shoulder.

You wake up sometime later, suddenly aware of how dry your throat is, how heavy your limbs feel, and how much effort it takes to pry your eyes open. Once they're open and you have a moment to adjust, you let out a gasp as your eyes meet Akutagwa’s, who is crouched in front of you, eyes staring into yours while he frowns.

“You’re breathing.” He speaks, still staring.

“Ye-yes?” You cough out, disoriented.

“Good.” He nods his head. 

“Is that… a bad thing?” You ask, trying to make sense of what he is saying.

“Hm,” Akutagawa grunts, standing and bringing a hand to your shoulder and tugging the blanket a little more. He doesn’t say anything else before moving away, heading towards Atsushi’s room. You go to follow: beginning to sit up. As you move, there’s suddenly something wrapping around your shoulder, tugging you back onto the couch; confused, you follow the motions. Once you are seemingly settled onto the couch, a small black tendril grabs the blanket that's pooled around your waist and tugs it up to your shoulders. As your head settles onto the armrest, the ability brushes over your head once you are comfortable and you bring your eyes over to Akutagawa who is standing in front of Atsushi’s door, watching you. The ability moves back to him and tucks itself into his jacket; he coughs, nods at you, and enters the room. 

Atsushi gets better in a few days, and you’re glad you could help him. You don't understand what Akutagawa was doing in his house. Unsure of the best way to say something, you hover around the subject for a bit; Atsushi picks up on your mood and speaks up.

“We made a deal,” he says, “a no-killing deal. We kept running into each other for long enough that I guess that he decided to show up once I missed the meet-up.” You raise an eyebrow in his direction, before shaking your head and smiling.

“I won’t say a word,” you smile, adjusting the way you were sitting until your head laid on his shoulder. You can’t see Atsushi’s face from the direction you’re facing, but you can feel his shoulders relax

You wake up the next day aching. Your throat aches, your limbs ache, and your eyes are so blurry you aren’t sure what’s happening in front of you. You can hear soft voices and as you go to sit up, there’s a shushing noise and something cool being placed on your forehead. You let out a little mumble and can recognize the giggle that sounds near you.

“Atsu?” You murmur, blinking and reaching a hand out to grasp his.

“Akutagawa too,” Atsushi says quietly, nudging your hand and taking it in his. You can hear Akutagawa mumble something and then something warm wrapping around your shoulders. You begin to drift off again, hearing Atsushi’s voice slowly fade away, only lucid enough to curl into the warmth settling by your other side, a hand reaches and begins to glide through your hair. Right before you doze off you feel Atsushi wrap his arms around your back and allow your head to fall on his shoulder. You happily doze off now, feeling warm and safe.