#I hope I didn't accidentally double some links

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Sonnys Art Masterpost!

(Also here's my fic masterpost) (AU masterpost)

~RemRom Playlist~

[The letters at the beginning of the titles are for the names of who are in the pieces]

-2020

RR Kiss Doodle - Rem Protecting Ro - PLJV The Dollar Doodle - RR Bubbles - RRLJ Couch Sleeps - RR Skirts - Dr. Beepers - RemPJ Animals Doodle - RRLJ Photo Kiss Doodle - RR Corpse Bride - RRJ Flustered - RR Circus - LoganOSTL - RR Animals - Pick A Seat Remus - RemLJ Cuddle Doodle - Logan Doodle - RRLJ LOVE - RR Morning After - Green Chrysanthemum - RR Hand Hold ComicOSTL - Murder Bros First Post - Remsleep Costumes - Anrgy Roman - Sad Logan - Shatter Me Doodle - HH OC

RR Sunglasses Edit - RR Selfie Edit - Intrulogical Amusement Park Edit

-2021

RR Surprise Kiss - RRT Kiss Meme - RR Dance/ Pumpkins Lineart - RR Pick Up LineOSTL - Cute Remas - RR Onesies - Ro Gushing - RR Oh No, He's Hot - RR Borrower AU - RR Comforting - RRJ Swooning - RRT Awed Kiss - RRP Sleeping - RRP Squish Hug - RRR Squoosh - RRL Serenade - RemJT Teasing - RRT Smitten - RRP Cheek Kiss - RJT Conked - RR Offended - RR Forehead Kiss - Face Shuffle Remus - Janus Is Questioning - PattonOSTL - Thomas Is Done w/Janus - LTJ Random Doodles - Bashful Roman - Heart Eyes Remus - Janus Expression - Vee DoodleOSTL - Atlas and I

RR Rowwr Edit - RR Summer MB - RR Kiss Edit

RR Gartic Phone Makeout - RR Gartic Phone Makeout 2

-2022

RRP Cheek Kiss Remaster - RR Face Hold - RR Onesies Remaster - RRL Serenade Remaster

RR Tattoo/Baker AU MB

-2023

RR Barbie MemeOSTL

-2024

RR Seeing StarsOSTL - RR Plushies - RRR Squoosh Remaster - SASI Clue Poster - RR Touch His Tits Tuesday - RR She's Gonna Chomp -

Intruality Autumn Camping MB - Loceit Royal/Street Rat AU MB - RemRom Week Header - RR Week2024 Sun&Moon

RRP Snow Globe Gifset

-2025

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Starfall (commission)

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: Ever since he was a kid, Patrick always had everything he wanted. Always egoistical and entitled, he always took everything he had for granted. But what happens when one day his entire world falls apart when he receives a call?

— CONTAINS: Patrick Bateman's POV and no other warnings in order to avoid spoilers!😏

— WORDS: 2.3k

— A/N: Writing Patrick's POV was such a rollercoaster experience for me, so I want to thank a person who asked me to write this commission. Love you guys, I hope you like it!💗

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST] [COMMISSIONS] [AO3] [buy me a coffee]💓

The sudden knock on my office door made me frown in annoyance, as I was in the middle of listening to the new Phil Collins tape. Slowly, I removed my headphones and turned to look at Jean, her expression was something between sorrow and shock. 

"What is it?" I ask, straightening my red tie.

"P-Patrick... I got a call from..."

Jesus, why do women always need to be so slow?

"A call from?" I repeated, crossing my arms in a mannerly way, without missing a chance to check my gold Rolex.

"From the hospital." She blurted out quickly before dropping her head.

I still didn't understand why she looked so sad, so I leaned back in my chair and let out a tired sigh.

"So you interrupted me because some asshole dialed the wrong number?" I pointed at my phone, enjoying the way she got embarrassed. "When I have a break, it means I don't exist to anyone, even you, Jean. How many times have I told you that?"

"It's about (y/n)," something heavy fell in my stomach. "They called to say that she got in a car accident, and they found your office number in her wallet."

Her words hit me harder than a truck, and I could swear I felt my blood freeze in my veins from the creeping fear. Fear of losing you. I stood up before even thinking about it, my hands shaking, but I tried my best to keep my cool. 

"Patrick." Jean muttered as she watched me put on my coat.

"Where is she?" 

"Can I come with you? I want to help."

"WHERE IS SHE?" I didn't even notice my voice getting loud, but when I saw Jean's frightened glance, a shaky breath escaped my lungs and I closed my eyes for a second. "Sorry."

"I... it's okay, I understand." She carefully handed me my scarf, which had accidentally fallen, and I hadn't even noticed. "I wrote down the address."

In addition to my scarf, she gave me a piece of paper with her note, I could barely control myself now that I realized what was happening was real.

"Thank you, Jean." I mumble, buttoning my coat and taking my briefcase. "For everything."

The taxi ride took only 20 minutes, but to me it felt like an eternity, and when I finally saw the outline of the hospital, I let out a nervous breath and got out of the car. I paid the taxi driver double what I had to, but I didn't care.

With every step I took, my heart was about to burst through my rib cage, it was beating so fast that it even hurt, and I felt so helpless and miserable under the weight of circumstances that I found it difficult to even open the main door.

Inside the hospital, time seemed to stop for me. I looked around, trying not to panic, and rushed to the reception desk, almost bumping into a nurse on the way.

The receptionist noticed my anxiety and overtook me, asking in a calm voice, "How can I help you, sir?"

"I... I'm looking for (y/n). I was informed that she's here." I said hesitantly, leaning on the reception desk.

"One moment, please." The middle-aged lady replied, fixed her glasses and picked up the phone to make a call.

To be fair, I tried not to listen to what she was saying, doing my best to distract myself from thinking about the worst, as if the worst hadn't already happened. Fuck, I'm such a mess.

"Sir?" 

I shrugged at the receptionist's voice and cleared my dry throat. "Sorry. What did you say?"

"The patient you asked about. Her condition is stable now, but she's in a coma. And we can't say when she'll—" 

"Can I see her?" I interrupted, my emotions finally taking over.

The lady sighed, but said nothing.

"Please," the grief and despair were eating me from the inside, and I was about to lose myself at any moment. "I need to see her and talk to the doctor!"

"I completely understand your feelings, sir," she held out her hand in a reassuring gesture. "I'll see what I can do. Please wait here."

In a few minutes I was walking down the long, dimly lit corridor, accompanied by several nurses. I had never been more scared in my life, I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my ears as my blood rushed through my veins as if I were about to jump off the top of the Empire State Building.

When one of the nurses stopped near the door to what I assumed was your medical room, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds. No, I was not prepared for what awaited me behind that door, but was it possible to be prepared at all?

Suffocating, I managed to open the door and walked in, all my insides tightened the moment I saw you lying on the hospital bed, your face looked so peaceful, even with the oxygen mask on, you were like a sleeping beauty.

At first I didn't know what to do, so I just stood by the door for a while, and only then did I dare to approach your small, motionless form. Cautiously, as if afraid to wake you up, I sat down next to your bed and I thought my eyes were already beginning to water.

"Hello, dear." I murmured sadly, slowly running my hand along the edge of the bed. "I... I'm here now, and everything's going to be okay. I promise you."

I felt stupid because I knew you couldn't hear me, but still, my urge to assure you that everything would be fine didn't seem strange to me. I brushed away a single tear that ran down my cheek, which you always loved to stroke, and looked at your face, wishing for a moment that I could remove this mask and press my lips to yours. I damned myself for not doing it more often when you were around. God, why did I always have to be so stubborn and arrogant?

"(Y/n), you've always been so kind to me, and you've never asked for anything in return… and I probably didn't appreciate it as much as I should have." I paused when my trembling hand found yours, and then I stared down at it. Every time I noticed how tiny your palm was compared to mine, it made something inside of me quiver.

Cursing myself, I sobbed pathetically and squeezed your hand. "And you never tried to change me or fix me, you accepted me as I am, but... but you never knew what terrible things I did! Jesus!" I was getting hysterical, but now I could no longer hide my emotions. Hateress cursed through my body, burning me like a glowing iron. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry that I wasn't completely open with you! I just didn't want you to know all the shit I've done in my fucking life!" As I continued to confess, both my arms now wrapped around your fragile frame, I laid my head on your chest, feeling your steady breathing. "Please don't go... I can't do this alone."

The beeping of the medical equipment mixed with my own whimpering, and the whole word seemed to be reduced to this small medical room, where a psycho like me was drowning in the swamp of grief.

"Maybe I'm a sick guy, but I need you more than I ever imagined," I gritted my teeth in disgust. "God damn it! I'm so fucking selfish, even now I only think about myself... I'm so fucking—"

The sound of the door opening made me almost choke. Hesitantly, I fixed my disheveled hair and wiped away my tears before turning around to see a guy who was probably a doctor, and I expected nothing but the worst. When I noticed his relaxed expression, I frowned and almost pleaded:

"Tell me she's going to be okay."

The doctor paused and looked through the papers in his hands. "According to our tests, we expect her condition to get better in a few days."

A small drop of sweat fell from my forehead the moment I heard those words. With a sigh of relief, I quickly got up from the chair and stumbled over to the doctor.

"Thank you," I managed to say, trying to shake his hand, but my body did not seem to listen to me. "If you need anything, let me know. I'll do everything I can."

The doctor nodded. I sat next to you again and mumbled that you were going to be okay. The way I was talking reminded me of the times when you couldn't sleep, and I lulled you by telling you stories where we would run away and finally be alone together. In the end, that would happen, I wouldn't let anything take that away from us, and even if I had to go to hell, I would do it. 

"I'll always be here, love," I murmured, kissing the top of your palm. "Please come back."

One of the reasons I was really proud of my apartment was the view, even if it didn't overlook the park, you loved it and that was all that mattered. 

Trapped in my thoughts, I stood next to the wide window in my living room and watched the night city through the open blinds. I could still feel your sweet scent on my skin, I could still hear the lewd sounds of us making love just a moment ago. Smiling, I closed my eyes and returned to the pleasurable images in my head, even though you were only a few feet away, lying in my big bed, I already missed you, but I would never tell you that.

I didn't know how long I stayed like this, but when I noticed your half-naked figure in the doorway of my bedroom, I gasped because I couldn't resist how beautiful you were, especially when you looked at me like that, with your deer-like, devoted eyes.

"Can't sleep?" You asked me, yawning a little and hugging yourself.

I grinned again, hiding my hands in the pockets of my gray sweatpants. "I'm just trying to understand why do you find this view so special," I crooned in a seductive voice. "But since you're awake, maybe you'll explain it to me?"

You gave me a mischievous grin, and I didn't even have to beckon you over as you slowly approached me, wrapped your elegant arms around my torso, and I purred in response. I didn't really like hugs, but when it came to YOU, it was a different story.

"Well, usually at night you can see some shooting stars," you murmured, still pressed against my chest. "And every time it happens, I make a wish."

For God's sake! Your naivety and innocence always struck a chord in my heart, making me grin like an idiot, though I was glad you couldn't see me right now, as I held you close, stroking your back and breathing in your scent, which had become so tranquilizing to me.

"Oh! Look!" You suddenly exclaimed, moving closer to the window. "A falling star!"

"Where?"

"Right there!" You took my hand and pointed to the spot in the midnight sky.

I laughed, admiring how excited you were, sometimes I thought you would never grow up and that was something cute, I could even say I was really jealous because I never allowed myself to act like that.

"Patrick, we should make a wish!" 

"Like what?"

"Just think of something that you want to come true," you continued to bubble, frowning a bit as you probably were thinking about the list of wishes you might have. "Think, Patrick!"

Your childish attitude made me sigh as I rolled my eyes. "All right, all right. I want this moment to last forever."

"Why did you say that out loud?" You suddenly grumbled and broke out of my embrace. "It won't work if you say your wish out loud, didn't you know that?"

"Honestly, I don't believe in such things," I moved closer to hug you again, but you pushed me away jokingly, your pretty lips pouted. "Oh, honey, c'mon! I can't take this seriously!"

"Then I'll leave you here alone to think about it." You stuck out your tongue teasingly and slowly moved away from me.

"Besides, I already have everything I want," I chuckled smugly, feeling a bit turned on by the way you swayed your hips. "You know what I mean."

"Maybe..." You purred, making your voice sound even more seductive, before disappearing into the darkness behind me.

Only with you did I realize that I had always lived for emotions, that I had done so many terrible things because I was a sucker for the adrenaline. And you were my strongest addiction, but not one that killed, but one that freed me from my fears, my demons, my sins.

Shaking slightly, I let out a loud gasp as I felt a searing pain cut me from the inside like a fan of knives. Then I turned back to the window and saw my own reflection. I blinked several times, feeling the tears weeping in my empty eyes.

"(Y/n)?" When I called your name and no one answered, I almost fell to my knees. 

My wounded heart started to bleed, as once again I was alone. Sobbing, I pressed my head against the cold glass and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. And there was nothing left for me to do but hold on to the warm memories of those days. 

The days when you were here with me.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

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Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss 😎 How often I read the opposite as teen, they probably deserve it

I couldn't decide between fluffy or serious and then I thought why not both? Both is good (link to serious version)

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The man on the curb is dressed far too nicely for an Uber. Anakin hesitantly pulls up, double checking his phone. The man starts to head in his direction and opens the back door.

“O. Kenobi?”

“Yes,” Kenobi says in a crisp British accent.

Well he'll be damned. The man, Kenobi, shuts the door behind him. Anakin pulls away and back onto the street.

“What happened to your regular driver?” He asks. He is of course kidding.

However Kenobi answers. “A bit under the weather I'm afraid.”

Anakin nods politely and looks back at the road. Internally he's screaming. Holy shit, this guy was the real deal! He even had a Rolex on his wrist! If Anakin played his cards right and turned up the charm, maybe he'd get a big tip!

Anakin switches the radio, looking for another station. He finds one playing classical music and turns it up. British guys liked classical, right?

“Could you turn it down please? I'm trying to concentrate.”

Anakin looks back to see Kenobi's head buried behind his phone screen.

“Oh sure! Sorry!” Anakin quickly turns it off. “Want some bottled water?” Anakin reaches over for a bottle of Dasani in the passenger seat and holds it up. “It's complementary!”

Kenobi eyes it with a frown. “No…thank you.”

Too good for Dasani? Well fuck him, not everyone can afford Fiji or whatever the fuck.

They come to a stop at a red light. Anakin drums his fingers on the steering wheel. He thinks about making some friendly small talk, asking Kenobi about what he did for a living. But Kenobi seems really busy with whatever he was doing on his phone. He didn't want to bother him and get a star knocked off for being nosy. Rich types tended to prefer the help not to speak.

Anakin sighs and resigns himself to a subpar tip. Oh well he tried.

His phone rings, interrupting his thoughts. Anakin reaches up, about to hit ignore, when he sees the caller and pauses. It was Ahsoka. He adjusts his wireless earbuds and hopes Kenobi didn't mind. He didn't like ignoring calls from her.

“Hey, I'm working right now, what's up?”

“Anakin! Anakin oh my god you need to–!”

It cuts the rest of her sentence off.

“Ahsoka?” Anakin's heart drops. She sounded breathless. “What's wrong?”

“A–ch–at the–....”

Anakin looks at the top right corner. The last bar disappears and drops the call entirely.

“Shit!” Anakin curses. His hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles going white. What happened? Was she in trouble?

Decision already made, Anakin yanks the wheel and does a u-turn.

Kenobi gasps, holding onto the door side for dear life. “What's going on?” he demands. His voice is hard.

“Sorry sir! My sister's in trouble! That was her on the phone just now!”

He speeds down the road whipping through traffic. Cars honk as he flies by.

“I'm sorry I really don't have time to let you out!”

There goes his fucking tip. Probably his job too.

Anakin races through the streets, heart pounding in his chest. Please be okay. She had to be okay!

He pulls up to her apartment in record time and skids to a full stop. He bursts out of the car, running up the stairs two at a time to the second floor. He pounds on the door yelling her name.

“Ahsoka! Ahsoka!”

Just as he's ready to break it down, the door opens. Ahsoka looks up at him with a confused expression.

“Anakin?”

He grasps her shoulders frantically looking her over. “Are you okay?? What happened?!”

“Nothing? What are you doing here? I thought you were working?”

“I am!” He snaps. “Then you called me sounding upset and then the phone cut off!”

Ahsoka blinks. She opens her mouth then closes it. Then a smile breaks across her face and she starts to laugh. Anakin bristles.

“What?” he growls.

“I was just calling to tell you about the new movie! I just got back from seeing it with Bariss! I was just excited to talk to you about it, is all!”

All the air rushes out of him. Anakin's hands fall to his sides. He should probably jump off this balcony now.

Ahsoka leans to the side, looking over his shoulder. “Who's that?”

Anakin stiffens. He looks back and sees Kenobi having climbed the stairs after him. Fuck.

“Uhh, this is my current customer Mr. Kenobi. I sorta, um, panicked.”

“Hello.” Ahsoka waves awkwardly. Then, quietly so the guy couldn't hear, she whispers, “Dude you totally kidnapped someone.”

“It was an accident!” He hisses back.

Kenobi, to Anakin’s complete surprise, is smiling. He would have thought the man was coming up here to curse him out and hit him.

“Hello there,” Kenobi says.

“Anyway, looks like it was a false alarm! Haha!” Anakin scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Yes, I see that. Glad to see you're unharmed. Ahsoka was it? He was awfully worried about you.”

Ahsoka smiles back, unsure what to do. She looks at Anakin for support but he's just as lost as her.

“Anakin's always jumping to conclusions,” she offers.

They all share a weird, stunted laugh. Anakin clears his throat.

“I can definitely take you where you want to go now, sir. Free of charge of course!”

Kenobi looks between the two of them then. Like he's analyzing them. Anakin suppresses a shiver.

“Yes, if you wouldn't mind.” Kenobi shifts, angling his body towards the stairs and waiting for Anakin.

Anakin says goodbye to Ahsoka and quickly heads back to the car. He cancels the previous request so that Kenobi won't be charged. And more importantly so that he can't give him 1 star in case he changed his mind about being so understanding about all of this.

“You care a lot for your sister don't you?” Kenobi asks from the back. He's watching Anakin in the mirror.

“Yes, sir. She's not related by blood but she's basically part of the family.”

“Hmm, quite loyal,” Kenobi says under his breath.

Not knowing what to say to that, Anakin chooses to ignore it. Weird comment aside, Kenobi was being very forgiving and he didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

After about another minute or two Kenobi speaks up again.

“You drive very well.”

Anakin can't help the swell of pride at the compliment. “Thanks. I kinda thought I'd be a stunt driver one day. It's all I ever wanted when I was little. But that fell off and now here I am.”

Kenobi falls silent again and so does Anakin. They get to the destination about fifteen minutes later. The building is as ominous as any corporate office he's ever seen.

Anakin goes the extra mile and gets out to go around and open the door for him. He wasn't a chauffeur but hey, the guy had been through enough.

“Thank you, Anakin.” Kenobi holds out a hand to shake.

“You're welcome sir!” Anakin takes it. It was warm and engulfing. Kenobi squeezes his palm, almost lingering.

“I'll be in touch.”

He finally let's go and walks up the steps to the building. Anakin blinks after him, confused. Be in touch? The hell did that mean?

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#17 & 30 for the writer wrapped thing!

Have a link to the ask game!

17: Favorite character to write this year

Catherine Todd.

Being able to directly give her a real personality, thoughts and opinions and a life beyond what comics has shafted her with felt enormously good. I enjoyed talking her over with my beta and brainstorming what exactly she'd be like - it was like being an archeologist trying to piece together what an ancient pot might have looked like through a half dozen pottery shards :P

I'm also really really proud of the result. It's a fun scene overall. She feels vibrant and alive. Idk, I'm really happy with what I've accomplished with her :3

Shoutout to Jury (one of DID!Jason's three alters from Triple Teaming the Double Threat) as well as Steph (esp since I wrote her chapter epistomological style which was a fun challenge) and Eddie who were all close seconds

I think Constantine was who I was most stoked to write about, but also the actual writing process was a tad miserable simply due to the subject matter of her scene (also, while I do still really want to write Constantine, I am kicking myself a little for not using his niece, Gemma Masters, instead because frankly she's just a far better fit and would be more narratively impactful, but I didn't really know she existed until after I wrote that part and there's not enough room layed out for two Constantines so idk, maybe I'll give her a bigger part at some point, or maybe not *shrug*)

30: Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Ooohhhh that's a tough one...

Okay so, trying to minimize spoilers as much as possible, while researching Tim's relationship with his parents I found out that both of them were poisoned with a specific plant extract that I had already been planning on using for a central climactic event in a much later chapter of one of my fics. That accidental narrative symmetry is so beautiful and was a complete surprise to me.

Also Constantine being so utterly different than my surface expectations was another one. I went into it imagining Constantine to be very mercenary and for wizarding to be a trade to him, like Harry Dresden, and I could not have been more wrong. Constantine does it all for compassion, all for what's right, either for himself or the people around him, money is never in the question for him and moreover the comic roundly rejects the idea of money being important or worthwhile at all. Human connections are consistently prioritized above that.

The whole vibe of the original Hellblazer series really shocked me honestly. Cause yes, it is bleak and dark, but it is also profoundly hopeful and contains a deep love for humanity that bleeds through every page in a way that puts every other comic I've read to shame.

I don't really have the words right now, but I've been working on an essay comparing and contrasting the mainline Batman comics to the OG Hellblazer because the difference is so so stark. The Batman comics are horrifically cynical in so many ways that Hellblazer isn't, even though Hellblazer on its surface provides a much more violent world.

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LINK CLICK SPOILERS

Welp, finished link click. cried a ton. poor little girl, her death was super upsetting, i wish she could have had a good life. I was hopeful that her brother would turn a new leaf from everything that happened, but instead it seems that his morality pet was just killed, so he's really off the rails now. Oof if he's already so unhinged now he's going to be a truly scary villain coming up. It was super upsetting that he just left his phone, implying his feelings and memories, behind on the bench. I guess he's the type to double down instead of change.

When Li Tianxi died I thought she transferred her powers to Qiao Ling, but then it seemed like it might just be her memories? But then Qiao Ling mentioned it again so maybe she did get her powers? I'm confused, so 50/50 at this point. It would be cool if she did, and that would sure be interesting for Li Tianxin to find out. I wonder if with the abilities and memories Qiao Ling got she might be able to bring Li Tianxin to the light side? I'd still like to save him if possible, but he did so much bad shit already I'm not sure. Especially with his 'friend' who you know if going to manipulate the hell out of him.

Dude I had accidentally spoiled myself a bit with Lu Guang saving Cheng Xiaoshi, but holy shit, that brief glimpse gave me chills. SUPER WELL DONE, I'M DYING TO KNOW MORE. I wonder how long ago it was, since he wasn't in the costume, just his regular clothes. It would be super interesting if it wasn't even anything recent but happened months or even years ago. HOW MUCH HAS CHANGED BECAUSE OF IT? How did he even do it? If Li Tianxi really did transfer her powers to Qiao Ling, then is that a thing? Because I thought that Lu Guang couldn't go into pictures, just look. Did Cheng Xiaoshi transfer his powers when he died during that timeline? BECAUSE THE CLAP.

Dude what if Lu Guang changing the timeline had a ripple effect that made everything so much worse? What if Emma didn't die originally, what if that nice detective guy didn't die originally, WHAT IF LI TIANXI DIDN'T DIE ORIGINALLY. Like holy shit this has the potential to get super dark. How many people have to die to save Cheng Xiaoshi? And if any of this is true, you know it's going to fuck up Cheng Xiaoshi super badly if he found out.

I love that Qiao Ling has a hint about this now, so much potential for the story line. Poor thing, she's in for a lot of terrible knowledge, and it would be so interesting to see her feelings on everything especially the darker we go. She would be devastated to know Cheng Xiaoshi died, but I also feel like she's going to have some guilt with Li Tianxi's death, so if that was part of the effects of the timeline she would be distraught. And damn, the psychological effect that knowledge could have on you, every single thing that goes wrong or seems strange could have you terrified that it's your fault because you changed the timeline. How tf does Lu Guang deal with that?

Lu Guang my beloved, he's in my heart permanently now. Like he was an arrow shaped projectile that shot his way into my feels. First of all, white haired cat boy that's a bit stoic on the outside but is a softie for the people he loves. And that morally grey do as I say not as I do when it comes to the people he loves is just chef's kiss. I'm dying to know more about him. Also damn he went through the ringer in s2, he's going to have a huge ass scar with the amount of trauma and reopening that kept happening. IRL he would be in the hospital for like an eternity and have a terrible infection. I hope he has a cool scar in the shirtless scene we MUST see of him. His eyes are hypnotizing.

Cheng Xiaoshi is a sweet little dog boy, very good protagonist. Like Li Tianxin, he never learned anything the easy way ever or changes. Don't change the timeline is like a broken record but he's always trying to change it. I know he didn't with emma's first 'death' scene in the car, but then at the finale he tried to save her again. And you know that He would have tried to save the twins' family too if he could. I appreciate the heart, but I also want to see more of what the consequences are for changing. Even if ironically we see it because of Lu Guang's changes, not Cheng Xiaoshi's. He's pretty badass too, his fight scenes are very cool.

Can I say how much I loved that, by the way. That they helped that old couple out and got fighting lessons? because god damn didn't they need and use them. Also that old couple and dad are just the best, I loved them as a trio helping them out, fuck yes badass old people. And the couple fussing over the dad, not because of 'oh you poor old man be careful with your health', but because 'please don't break that guy's face, 'please don't accidentally kill this grunt that's attacking us.' THEY'RE HOLDING HIM BACK FOR ALL OUR SAKES.

Loved the fight scenes, they look fantastic and get my heart pounding. Growing up with all the action TV and movies of our time, these really stood out with the fluid and interesting movements. Cheng Xiaoshi and Li Tianxin's fights were especially hypnotic. I kept expecting Li Tianxin to win because of how fast and fluid his movements were, but Cheng Xiaoshi kept up and kept beating him. SO COOL!

The police chief really went through the ringer in s2, damn. poor guy has the death of a good subordinate on him, got bashed in the head, beat up multiple times, tazed, etc etc. that's just from quick memory, Someone get this guy a vacation and some therapy. And he's going to get put though it even more with being in charge of the special abilities task force. Pray for him. poor guy.

Neeways, I of course ship the everloving hell out of cheng Xiaoshi/Lu Guang, which research tells me has the ship name of ShiGuang, which I am going to thoroughly investigate and probably follow after this. I thought Qiao Ling was nice enough but just kind of okay in the first season, but now I adore her and am perfectly happy for her to be a fantastic part of the OT3. There has been some fantastic OT3s these days now that fandom is doing a little better (not all there, but yknow) with misogyny. Not to mention she's super cute and more than can hold her own in fights and helping with planning. Plus she's such a good sister figure/friend to Cheng Xi. So sweet that she made a little celebration for them in the final episode.

How's that funny character strip go again?

Character who gets into shenanigans- Cheng Xiaoshi.

Character who pretends to be too good to get into shenanigans but follows the other's lead- Qiao Ling

Charcter whos done with both of them- Lu Gang.

except lu guang will also totally go along with shenanigans too.

I'm looking forward to the OVA and s3, not only because of the story line but because of the sic fucking music and OPS so far, they have been amazing and they are all stuck in my head. I love them every time I've seen them and I saw each 11-12 times ffs. Just fanfuckingtastic work. A++

Well this has gotten super fucking long, so Id better stop and can just make more posts if I think of more stuff to say. If anyone even reads his lol. But then again it's nice to go through my thoughts and I have been wanting to get into journaling. Plus it's good writing exercise.

Anyway, you should watch link click, they hype is deserved and it's super fun.

[dyketennant]

it's been two days and i haven't recovered. here's the thing:

these kids were ten years old (meaning born in 2013) according to the original reddit post (now deleted but it was archived on r/amithedevil) meaning that it was not a recent decision, and those kids are nearing or even at the age where they could very well google their own names and find out. especially because the show is insanely popular right now.

in case it hasn't sunken in already these are two boys. twins. not one but two lives permanently linked by this curse their mother bestowed upon them.

the original post says "semi-obscure novel" my sister in christ it was written by neil gaiman and terry pratchett

like they didn't name the book in the original post but there is no other option for what it could be. did you really think people wouldn't figure it out.

if you like the book so much you named your children after them—not a pet, not a plant, but two living breathing humans—you had to have known the risk you were running. i bet i could go find good omens fanfiction from the 1990s right now if i knew where to look. even if you don't ship it or you didn't see it surely you must have heard something at some point, you had to have known at least one person would know and find it odd, even pre-show. the panel where neil gaiman shared that crowley and aziraphale were sharing a cottage in the south downs was in 2005.

op also said the book had "no signs of being romantic" which like. c'mon. i understand their relationship in the book has been up to interpretation but aziraphale calls crowley "my dear." anathema believes they're a couple because crowley calls aziraphale "angel" every other sentence which could very easily be read as a double-meaning for both his literal status and an affectionate petname. aziraphale's described as everyone thinking he's gay. a kid calls him a faggot. how dense are you.

you liked the book enough to name your kids after them but did you not keep up with the show that came out in 2019 then? neil has been saying there were a romance in the show since then, it truly has not been a secret for years now. did you really not see this coming at all. how blindsided could you possibly have been.

all of this aside. you said your husband and his family did not want to name these kids this. did you ever stop and ask why. naming your kids sam or dean or whatever is one thing, those are common names, but what the fuck are you supposed to do with aziraphale and crowley. there is no beating around the bush. no hiding it on school attendance rosters. if you had one or the other that would be one thing but you named your twins aziraphale and crowley. one is made-up and partially a joke, the other came from a famous occultist/satanist. what the fuck did you expect to happen.

also naming one of your kids after heaven's special little angel and the other after a demon. mmmm yeah that won't give them a complex or mess with their sibling dynamic at all

genuinely i have no sympathy for you how could you fuck up this badly and then try to play the victim saying "i didn't know i thought they were just bestest of best buds" holy fucking shit.

anyways i hope when these kids get older it just becomes something for them to laugh about and joke about with friends at parties. "hey lee and i's mom accidentally named us after a fictional couple haha anyways can you pass me another white claw" that's the best-case scenario at this point i think. genuinely i got a stress migraine when i first found out about this. jesus.

regardless of how those kids feel about their names i hope that mom who named her twin boys crowley and aziraphale knows that she ruined the life of me, a stranger, because genuinely this is all i can think about and i was shaking at the dinner table talking about it. how could you fuck up this badly

[fiction-giga]

Cuteness Aggression

30 Day Blurb Challenge - list link here

Day 9 - Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Playful yelling (like always), mentions of suffocation

Word Count - 950

It had happened before, and you were sure it was bound to happen a thousand more times.

At first you never really thought of Eddie as a touchy feely person, and you honestly believe that he didn't either. That was until the two of you got together. It was like he got a taste of affection and was hooked on it like a drug. His hugs were never ending, kisses constant, hands somewhere on your body at all times.

The first time it happened, you were washing the dishes. You swayed your hips slightly to the soft beat that echoed around the house from the stereo. You didn't really have anything to complain about, your mood was a constant happy throughout the day. You were so enthralled in running the now clean dishes under the stream of hot water you didn't even hear Eddie sneak up behind you. Before you could stop him, his arms were wrapping around you. He tucked his chin into your neck, arms flexed around you so impossibly tight, like a python wraps around its prey.

"Ed's....can't....breathe!"

"Sorry," He chuckles before his arms loosen. You both stay there, swaying gently to the light jazz music now playing.

The second time it happened was a few days later at Hellfire. You had been waiting out in the parking lot for Eddie and the hellions.

The fall air was cool around you, but the sun warmed your skin right back up. It was a nice, balanced evening. That was until you were rudely interrupted by Dustin busting open the double doors of the school's exit. The rest of the kids trailed behind him, Eddie exiting last, huge smile present on his face.

"I can't believe we beat him! We beat Vecna! Overlord of the dark dimension!"

"With eight hit points left!" Andy added.

You smiled at the group of ecstatic boys. Your eye caught Eddie's and his smile somehow grew bigger.

You quickly made your way over, the boys greeting you. "You're not gonna believe what happened!" Dustin turned to you with a big grin.

"Let me guess? You beat Vecna." You tucked yourself into Eddie's side. His palm laid flat on the curve of your lower back, the action sent chills down your spine.

"How did you know?" Dustin's face dropped quickly.

"You talk extremely loud." You snort.

The boys muttered their quick goodbyes and scattered to their bikes and cars.

"C'mere," Before you even had time to lift your arms to reciprocate the hug, his thick arms wrapped you up in a big bear hug. He squeezed a bit too tight, which let out an involuntary wheeze.

He loosened around you as soon as he heard the small sound escape your lips. He let out a breathy laugh as you chuckled into his leather clad shoulder.

"I've gotta stop doing that. Might accidentally hurt 'cha."

The most recent time it happened was just a few hours ago.

Eddie had gone to a library sale in town in hopes that he could maybe find some old Lord of The Rings books to add to his growing collection. Why he needed more than six copies of The Two Towers you will never know.

While he was there he found some interesting books about the human psyche just laying on a long abandoned table with a sign taped to the edge that read, "Free!" Let's just say he grabbed as many as he could fit into his arms

So as you cooked dinner, Eddie sat at the counter next to a tall stack of books, flipping through pages of one of his psyche texts.

"Huh," His brows furrowed cutely as you turned to look at him.

You stopped chopping the pepper, head eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "What's up?"

"I think I may have just found out why I squeeze you so hard when I hug you. Apparently it's a real thing, and it's called Cuteness Aggression."

You chuckle as you round the counter to stand behind him. You placed a hand on his shoulder as he sat back on the barstool.

You found the section he was reading and sure enough, it was a real thing.

"Cute aggression, or playful aggression, is superficially aggressive behavior caused by seeing something cute, such as a human baby or young animal. People experiencing cute aggression may grit their teeth, clench their fists, or feel the urge to bite, pinch, and squeeze something they consider cute."

"You don't grit your teeth when you hug me, do you?" You turned back to see a guilty expression spread across his face.

"Uhhh....maybe."

You laughed at his confession. "Well, I'm not sure it's exactly what you feel, but it could be like a by-product of some sort."

He leaned forward in the stool, his face now just inches from yours. "What do you mean, 'by-product'?"

"Well it says here that it is caused by cute things like a baby or young animal. And since I am neith-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold your horses." He turns back towards the book and points at the sentence you are referring to. "It says it is caused by cute things, not just animals and babies."

"But-"

"No buts, sweetheart" His face lifts, noses almost brushing each others, his cheshire grin on full display. "You heard the book. It's caused by cute things, and you my dear, are very cute." He says in a high pitched voice as he pinches your cheeks like an old grandmother would.

"Knock it off you sap!" You giggled. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in for the tightest hug you had ever been trapped caught in. "Ed's-" You dramatically choked out.

"Shut up and let me prove my point to you!" He mumbled into your hair.

"You're gonna suffocate me!" You fought back as you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

"Good!"

[takes1]

Can't believe you invented polygamy with you Tamaki pining for reader pining for Mirio posts

tamaki/reader/mirio love triangle (final part)

WOW this is the compliment of the year right here i love you. hope you enjoy this one!! i would be very interested in writing more poly stuff, it's SO fun omg

warnings. nsfw, cuddle sandwich

details. gn!reader / poly / one hotel bed trope / mirio is so much smarter than he lets on / suggestive fluff / 1.8k words

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A heavy warmth fought with your will to stay awake, to enjoy Mirio's light, painfully platonic touches where your tummy met your hip, but multiple reruns of the Great British Baking Show were not exciting enough to engage your mind.

You didn't want to sleep. Once you did, you wouldn't be able to get this close to him again-- at least not in this suggestive orientation.

He was propped up on a few pillows, while his puffy chest acted as your own, his massive arms and thighs your blanket, so you could both watch the television and not take up the entire bed.

Tamaki stopped watching long ago. His back was turned to you and he scrolled quietly through his phone. Sometimes, he would turn it off and try to sleep, but it never lasted for longer than two minutes. He would go right back to mindless searching.

Your cheek hit the side of Mirio's slowly rising chest, eyes low as you stared at the other boy's wide, relaxed shoulders.

The funny thought to reach out and touch him invaded your mind, but Mirio's words running over your scalp sucked you back in.

"Sleepy?"

"No," You stretched, back arched with a big, inward breath and an even bigger sigh.

A stubbly chin bumped the top of your head and stayed there. Steady, even breath spread in tingly trails all the way down to the base of your spine, where something bulky nudged your lower back.

And he kept it there, pressed firm onto you instead of switching to another, safer, position where you wouldn't have to think about it so much. Big, thick fingers dragged, lazy and gentle, across the skin just under your accidentally raised shirt.

Your eyes started to unfocus much faster after that adjustment, lids falling before you could get angry with yourself.

"I think it's bedtime, huh?"

The observation didn't rouse you, but as he moved your torso to the bed, you groaned a quiet, "Noooo," and locked your arms around his middle before he could do the same for your tangled legs.

Mirio always made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside, so wanted, so included, you couldn't handle parting from him.

He gave a small chuckle and moved your legs, mostly so he wouldn't crush them as he shifted to his side, then pulled you effortlessly into his chest.

The weight of his bicep was heavy against the side of your head, but it was nice. Clean-man smell surrounded you.

"What are you doing?" The low vibration from his body buzzed you awake again.

When Tamaki's quiet voice barely reached your ears from under Mirio's arm, you understood the question was not for you.

"What? It's just so we don't--,"

He gave a short laugh, and there was movement, "You're seriously putting up an anti-gay barrier?"

"It's not a--! Whatever, dude," Tamaki sounded tired, disinterested, and possibly grumpy.

Mirio's irritated sigh was subtle, but unmistakable at your proximity.

Despite how perfect every bit of this was, you hated hearing them get tense with each other-- and would much rather give up your enjoyment so that they could be besties again.

It took some effort to wiggle your face out of Mirio's deep chest, to croak in a more tired voice than you were expecting, "I can sleep on the couch."

When Mirio looked down at you, his slight double chin was very cute, "Nobody's sleeping on the couch."

More moving around and the sound of a pillow hitting the floor, as well as Tamaki's still-not-happy 'There' made you flip around to see the commotion for yourself with a yawn.

There was plenty of room to not touch, or whatever reason Tamaki put the pillow there in the first place. When you reached out to feel the empty space, you could almost stretch your arm out all the way and still not touch him.

It was a little too far, you thought.

Mirio copied you and succeeded in grabbing Tamaki's veiny bicep-- you laughed into the covers at the side-eye he gave in response.

"C'mere, buddy--,"

"Mirio."

"C'mooon, (Y/n) wants you over here," His sly grin was very audible.

His inflection was a little weird, so you glanced up at him, and found a look you couldn't quite read. Tamaki was frowning when you turned your head back. Was this some kind of inside joke?

You didn't know if you should keep trying to grab him, because maybe he really liked his space. But Mirio knew him better than you, and he was still joking around.

Since he was right on the edge of the bed, you decided to take a handful of his shirt at the hem and give a soft tug.

"You're gonna fall off if you don't move over," You explained.

The harsh look in his eyes disappeared when he looked at you. His jaw worked.

He took too long to decide, and with sound reasoning -his wellbeing- in mind, you didn't feel too weird pulling him towards you by his waist.

Tamaki was lean where Mirio was a little softer; his tummy, for example, was solid and had zero give under your hand. That could've been the nature of his Quirk, but you had to stop yourself from thinking about it too much.

Thinking about your friend's rock-hard abs was weird, right?

"You can let go," He spoke gentler this time, no longer ticked off, next to you.

Your arm was resting comfortably over his middle. You forgot he was not as comfortable with that as Mirio.

"Oh."

To make retracting it not as awkward, you turned back around towards the more receptive of the two and crammed yourself back into his hold.

His head rested just above yours, his leg casually kicked over your hips while he talked softly to his buddy.

Their words slowly started to blend into letters, then sounds, then noises as you drifted off. You barely felt a kiss on the top of your head and a thumb rubbing little circles in your scalp.

-

Hushed whispers, or better said, the feeling of whispers dancing across your skin, stirred you from your rest. You had no semblance of what time it was, or even where you were for a moment.

"Yeah they do--,"

"You've been saying that for months, why would should I believe you now?"

"Because!" Mirio sighed, "You saw with that hand thing. You know."

There was another pause where you tried to go back to sleep, but they started talking again. You thought to tell them to be quiet.

"(Y/n)'s-- (Y/n)'s all about you, and they've been all about you for months. That's not gonna change in one night."

Your body heat was suddenly too hot. If you didn't get far away from here, you were sure you'd burn up and die. That was your biggest secret, spoken so casually.

"I'm not saying it did," Mirio brushed over it entirely, "Liking two people at the same time isn't super uncommon."

"I know," Tamaki grumbled.

If Mirio knew this entire time, did that change all of the kisses, the touches, the jokes?

An involuntary hand twitch, derived from your spiraling panic, gave you away.

Mirio's still hand on your hip rubbed, firm and even, in an 'Oh, hello,' sort of response. It began the lull of electricity downstairs, taken to a tidal wave when he shoved his thigh in between yours and pulled you like a ragdoll onto him in a single motion.

Your brow furrowed against his upper chest in the effort it took to be silent.

"Just come here," He whispered, hand temporarily leaving the covers to Tamaki.

There was a long bit of quiet. You thought, once again, to say something, assert the fact that you heard their conversation and that you were awake.

The chance was soon over. Through a series of small motions, there was a new set of hands over you.

Tamaki's willowy, chilled fingers grazed one shoulder, while his opposite arm wrapped around your waist from underneath. A new body pressed against you.

You gripped Mirio's back and tried not to claw him. He flexed his thigh, eliciting a silent gasp, and kissed your head.

His arm was moving on something behind you, and through his insistent 'It'll be fine,' 'They're asleep, just come here,' whispers, you got what he meant when Tamaki set his leg over your hips, his hips weighing on your ass.

It was one hard cock or another. There was no room for you to move.

Your teeth sunk into his chest to quiet yourself.

"Not bad, huh?"

Dumb on the sensation of the two of them, you almost responded with a pitiful answer, but Tamaki's voice, hot and breathy on your neck, stopped you.

"Fuck you, dude," He laughed.

"Well, if you're offering," Mirio suggested.

Sounds of deep, loving kisses followed their shared, quiet chuckles. It was somehow the least surprising thing yet.

The slow roll of his hips inspired Mirio's adjustment between your legs-- so that his hard-on was trapped against your own excitement, throbbing and pushing whenever Tamaki wasn't.

They were both pulling and stretching you in both directions.

Not only did Mirio clearly return your (apparently well-known) feelings, and Tamaki's own desire stood alarmingly intense, but they seemed comfortable sharing you and each other.

The thought hit your stomach hard and made you cling to your big, buff lifeline.

The longer you stayed still and struggled with keeping quiet, the more you realized how many times the boy behind you had to listen to your rants, sit through so many sighs and pining looks while he felt the exact same way about you.

No wonder he was pissed off earlier, and no wonder he was getting that out now.

His hand found the same spot on your tummy where Mirio had earlier, and though he felt completely different, it sent an identical, debilitating level of fire through your body.

You tried to curl, slow and undetectable, into the bulky muscle mashed against your face, but fucked up and flinched as Tamaki's mouth sucked a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

A large hand kept you still with a loving knead by the back of the head so that it didn't happen again.

Tamaki must not have felt it. He kept up his soft kisses, short and sweet, over your shoulder and neck.

You held your breath to not make any detectable noise. It felt foolish, considering how close he was and how sensitive his ears were. There was no way he couldn't hear your shaky sighs and strangled gasps at their pushing, pulling, grabbing, groping.

Fingers tangled and tugging at your roots, Mirio copied his best friend's kisses to the top of your head.

This was so much better than having to choose.

[tumblingdowntheway2019]

Sleepless Nights, Part One (1).

Heelloooo my beautiful pps, how are we all today? Back again with another Head-Canon. 💪😎💕

So this one is when Donna is adopted by Lady Dimitriscu as a new daughter. This is based on the wonderful @charlottefairchildbranwell's story based on a couple of my Head-Canons. Go check check her out, charlottefairchildbranwell wrote some amazing and entertaining stories for them! Here is a link to one of them.

WARNING: BELOW THE CUT, THIS POST WILL CONTAIN TRIGGERS, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION/PTSD/PANIC ATTACKS/GORE, CHILD TRAUMA, TRAUMATIC EVENTS, ETC.

I MAY NOT BE GOOD AT WRITING THESE THINGS, BUT EVEN THEN IT'S BETTER TO WARN YOU.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

With that said, let's begin. Sorry in advance.

😭🙏

LADY DIMITRISCU'S P.O.V.

It had been over a year since Donna started living in Castle Dimitrescu. A full year since Mother Miranda's reign had come to an end.

Things have been going so well for the Doll Maker. She gained more confidence, can hold a conversation with her family and even the Winters' Family without the aid of Angie anymore.

The Lady of the Castle however, began noticing something strange happening with Donna lately. It was small things, but they became more noticeable as of late.

Donna has been more sluggish in her movements, making small and silly mistakes in her everyday tasks and had been spotted dozing off whilst in the middle of tasks or activities.

Lady Dimitrescu tried to ask many times if she was ok, but Donna has been dodging the questions. Her daughters and Angie noted that she was unable to sleep a full night the past few days, but hasn't explained why.

The fact that Angie doesn't have that usual strong mental connection to her closest friend is worrying. But Angie had mentioned at the beginning that these happen occasionally and it will pass soon enough.

DONNA'S P.O.V

It's happening again, she knew it was too good to be true. The nightmares are back with a vengeance.

Donna deliberately severed most of her connection with Angie as to not draw attention to herself. She hates it.

Those nightmares, no, memories? She can't tell now. They are just too real to tell.

The Doll Maker doesn't know what triggered this, but she didn't want to worry her family.

She tried to act normal in order to to fend off any suspicion, but she was just so tired. Mistakes over simple tasks have been more noticeable.

Naps are too and far between during the day. The Bat Trio had been trying to cheer her up, Donna's been doing her best to keep them happy. It was a good distraction for a while.

Unfortunately, the nightmares had been making sure that Donna didn't forget in the waking world.

LADY DIMITRISCU'S P.O.V

Lady Dimitriscu had been keeping a closer eye on her daughter. Made sure to be close by should anything happen.

She observed that Donna has been flinching at random shadows or reflections, dozing off with book in hand, nearly dropping it as she jerked herself up and shaking her head.

Something's wrong, but Donna won't speak about it and won't be forced to.

It had been like any other night, Angie decided to join in on a sleepover with the Bat Trio in the Dungeons.

They wanted to tell scary stories and those particular dungeons was always warm enough for them to stay down there.

It had been in the middle of the night, The Lady had been reading one of the many books, ones that she had read many times before.

She was about to turn the oil lantern off when the sound of breaking glass caused her hand to freeze just inches from the dial.

Sharpening her sense, Alcina close her eyes to allow her to focus more on her hearing.

Quiet hitches of breathing was heard.

DONNA'S P.O.V

The Doll Maker woke with a start, it hasn't even been an hour yet. She couldn't even hold onto Angie as she allowed the Bride Doll to go hang out with Bela, Cassandra and Daniela.

It felt all too real. It started off pleasant enough. Donna was in House Beneviento again, opening the door revealed her mother in a rocking chair, knitting.

Donna approached her, hesitant to reach out to the unaware woman.

A call of another girl caught their attention. They look up to see a teenage girl, who was the spitting image of a younger Donna.

"Bernadette?" She quietly says.

Bernadette comes skipping down, unaware of her younger sister's presence as she skips down the stairs and through Donna, as if she were made of mist.

Donna turns to see Bernadette skip off to meet her friends in the village. Their mother calling after her to be sure to return home before the sun begins to set.

In her near forgotten instinct, The Doll Maker silently makes her way to the elevator.

When she entered the elevator, the button was level with her elbow. Something that came in handy as she was always carrying materials that requires both hands to hold.

The elevator reached the basement, she found that everything was bigger than before.

As she walked down the hallway, Donna barely caught her reflection off the glass cabinet. The bottom of the glass was just at eye level.

Upon looking at her reflection, a young girl stared back with her two (2) dark brown eyes. She was a little girl again, maybe no older than seven (7) years old?

She continued to the end of the hallway and through one of the double doors and found her father hunched over one of his latest creations.

Donna knew what was about to happen next, it didn't surprise her any more. She begins to back away as her father slowly sets down his tools.

"Why?" He hoarsely croaked out as dripping sounds were heard. "Why did you do this to us?"

Donna tried to push against the shut door with all her might, but her small frame barely made it budge.

She looked over her shoulder, gasping and began to shake as her father's bloated corpse stood up slowly, movements strongly resembling a puppet being pulled by their strings.

Small waterfalls were coming through the walls and ceiling as father trudged through the ankle deep water.

With one final charge, Donna finally burst through the door and makes a bee-line toward the elevator. The water rising all around her.

Streams of water burst through the ceiling in many spots. Some appearing with such force in front of her that Donna nearly lost her footing on a few occasions.

Her father close behind in his pursuits as the water appeared to allow him to glide in the rising water.

The water was now at the young girl's knees by the time she reached the elevator.

How did the button get so high up?!

After many frantic attempts, Donna successfully jumps up and up against the elevator's wall to press the button.

The grated door shuts, her father's blue, bloated corpse stared at her with angry bloodshot eyes as he slammed and pulled against the grate.

The water descending and emptying the higher the elevator went. Leaving behind a mostly soaked to the bones Donna.

The elevator dutifully opens on the ground floor, Donna reluctantly steps out. The Doll Maker once again knows what's coming next as she trekked through the hallway.

Opening the door to the Living Room, she found her Mother, standing and looking at the ground with a sharpened out knitting needles in each hand.

Eyes filled with rage look up at her as her mother raises her head, voiceless as her mother's mouth moved. But she heard it so many times before that Donna knew what she was saying.

"Your fault."

"Your fault."

"Your fault."

Barely able to dodge the sudden attack, Donna sprints to the front door. Last obstacle.

Bernadette, now aged twenty-one (21) was now blocking the entrance.

END OF PART ONE (1)

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Edit: Heyo pps, edited some errors, finished the last point and took away the extra blank ones to helps space it out better. Tags were also added in.

A/N - You guys are gonna laugh, I didn't intend on posting this until later. I accidentally posted it before the last point (Bernadette being at the entrance) was done and no tags. 🤣🤣

But I am glad I did, however. Cause this would have been so much longer and I didn't want to bore you guys with so many points. So a part two (2) will be out later on, either tonight or tomorrow. 🤔 Sorry about that. 🤣

Hope you all enjoyed Part One (1) of 'Sleepless Nights.'

Remember, if you wish to use this or the ideas/H.Cs mentioned above, you are always free to do so under the conditions that you credit back to this and myself. That and to please tag me when you are done because I would love to see how it was able to help you out in your stories/art!!

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Hope you all have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening my lovelies!💪😎💕

Part Two (2) linked here! 💕🥰💕

[papi-pickle]

BOKUTO X READER (NUMBER NEIGHBOUR) chapter 8

ALL CHAPTERS OF THIS

Y/n stands patiently by the school gates, nervously tapping her shoe against the concrete as she glances around for Bokuto.

To be completely fair, even if she did see him she wouldn't know it was him due to the fact she had no clue what he looked like.

"Hey!" y/n looked to her left to come face to face with someone chest. "Are you Y/n L/n?"

She tilted her head up and took a step back to see the beaming smile of a boy with grey and white hair, his yellow eyes reflecting the sun.

"Yep! That's me, daddy." She points to herself with her thumb, smirking as his ears turn pink and he averts his gaze.

"C-call me Kōtarō." He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck. "Don't call me daddy until we're alone." He glances down at her smugly, watching her reaction.

Y/n could feel her face turn a million different shades of red and can hear her heart slamming against her ribs.

"Aww, you're blushing." Bokuto pinched her cheek playfully, making her sway it away with a pout.

"S-shut up." She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Where are we going?"

"An amusement park!" Bokuto declares, making y/n perk up. "The train there leaves in twenty minutes and...OH MY GOD YOUR SHIRT HAS A DINOSAUR ON IT." He gushed, practically jumping up and down while pointing at her chest.

"He's so cute, what's his name!!"

"Herald!" Y/n declares proudly, watching at stars basically form in Bokuto's eyes.

"I love him." Bokuto says. "He is our son!"

Y/n giggles slightly at his childishness, grabbing a hold of his arm and beginning to walk.

"Come on, lets head to the station, you can tell me about your volleyball get away."

"-AND THEN KUROO SPIKED THE BALL AND I BLOCKED IT!" Bokuto throws his hands up in the air enthusiastically.

"It was totally awesome! You shoulda seen the look on his face, he was sooo pissed!"

Y/n laughs, eyebrows raised in amusement.

"What about you?" Bokuto asks. "What do you do for fun?"

The question made her falter slightly. What did she do for fun?

"Well, I guess the only fun thing I do right now is text you." He frowns at her answer. "Either that or I watch anime. Ever since I stopped playing volleyball I haven't been doing much."

"You should help out as a manager for the rest of the year!" Bokuto grins as the bullet train comes to a stop, announcing the name of the station.

"This is us." He says, the two of them standing up.

"But I'll talk to coach on Monday and you can come with me! Sound good?"

Y/n glances up at his grinning face as they step onto the platform.

"Yeah, sounds like fun to me."

"YES!" He gives the air a double fist bump in triumph. "You're gonna have so much fun with us!!"

"I hope so." Y/n nudges him as they begin to walk along.

"Let's go on this one!" Bokuto suggests, pulling y/n in the direction of the ghost train ride and into the short waiting line

"You can hold onto me if you get scared." He puffs his chest out proudly, making y/n scoff playfully. 

"Yeah, ok tough guy."

Eventually they come to the front of the line and are instructed by the boredom ridden teen to get into the kart, Bokuto deciding to help y/n on first.

"What a gentleman." Y/n teases, making him grin bashfully and he sits down next to her.

With a jerky start, the ride starts to move, the track clicking as they get closer to the doors decorated to look like a skull.

As soo as the doors slam behind them, smoke starts to fill the room and red lights start to flash violently as a shrill scream echoed out.

Y/n glances around the dark in slight amusement as bokuto discreetly starts to shift closer to her.

A worker dressed up as a clown with pointy teeth and drenched in blood pops out at them, grabbing onto Bokuto's arm and making him scream and clutch onto y/n like a koala and bury his face in her shoulder as she laughs.

They eventually come to the end of the ride and quickly get off, y/n's face flushed from laughing at Bokuto's terrified screams and his pale with horror.

"It wasn't that bad!" Y/n says teasingly, patting his shoulder. "Come on, I'll buy you some cotton candy, it'll make you feel better." She grabs his hand and starts to pull him along to a candy stall but he stops abruptly, jerking her back suddenly.

"No it won't." He says looking down, and making  her frown. "But a kiss would." He looks up with a cheeky grin, his eyes reflecting the brightly coloured lights from the games stalls and rides.

"Would it now?" Y/n asks, making him nod. "Well come here then." He grins even wider and steps closer as she leans up to press a short peck on his lips.

"Oya oya?" A teasing voice came. "Didn't know your had a girlfriend. Bokuto."

The two of them snap their head up to look at the person who had spoke, a tall boy with fair skin and messy black bed head was standing there with a smug smirk and his phone in hand and directed at them.

"I'm sure you're team would love this photo too, I might print it out."

Y/n blinks slowly and looks at Bokuto who was covered in blush.

"Ok," she says, gaining their attention. "Makes sure to send me a copy." She winks at him and links arms with bokuto and starts to pull him away.

"See ya later rooster boy." Bokuto yells back teasingly, sticking his tongue out at the boy.

"Hurry up, I wanna win you one of those teddy bears you were oggling earlier." Y/n says, making bokuto sputter in response.

"I-I was oggling it for..you!" He argues back.

"Yeah, ok sunshine."

I AM LIVID! I accidentally hit the won’t thing and didn’t save the story portion of this and I had to rush it out again and I was also very angry.

So I’m sorry for any cringe, or errors 😤😤😤

[anythingyoucanimagine]

Footsteps. Who's? His. No, no, not his. You're safe, remember? Things are safe. But why would his footsteps be so close then…?

Aya's thoughts echo for a moment, before her mind finally allows her to reenter the world of consciousness… Immediately aware of the short, bespectacled boy currently holding her phone.

"... Aki? What… What're you doing?" Aya asks quietly, before clearing her throat and actually sitting up.

Aki looks over with a jolt, his ears tilting back slightly when he realizes he woke Aya up. "O-oh- sorry, I didn't mean to wake you…" He says, smiling apologetically.

"It's fine, Aki…" Aya says, then does a double take. "Why're you holding my phone…?"

Aki pales a bit, before a blush rushes to his cheeks. "U-um, well… I wanted to call and get you a day off… I-it's your birthday, after all… Um- happy birthday, by the way!" He says, trying to change the subject with a sweet smile.

"Shit, that's today? I'd forgotten… Thanks, Aki, but I still need to work. I can't just randomly take a day off…" She says, shaking her head as she gets out of bed.

She's wearing what she usually does while she sleeps, a tank top with her hair loose on her shoulders, but she immediately goes to get the button up and pants she wears for work.

"I- okay…" Aki sighs, putting her phone down.

"Hey, I love you. Thanks for trying to look out for me, but I'll be back after work…" Aya says, smiling at Aki.

Aki smiles back, his usual cheerful demeanor returning without a hint of his previous expression. "I love you too! I hope you have a really good day at work…" He says.

"I will. Now shoo, I need to get dressed." Aya says, laughing a bit as Aki rushes for the door with an "Oh- sorry!"

Aya pulls off her tank top, revealing the light bruise on her rib with clear scarring around it. "Damn… Must've rolled onto it at some point and aggravated things…" She mutters, slipping her arms into her shirt and starting to button it up to hide the markings.

She finishes getting dressed pretty quickly, heading out and immediately met by the sweet scent of something cooking in the kitchen. Naturally, it draws her attention, and a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she walks to the kitchen with quiet steps.

Of course, the cook still looks back when Aya enters, bright red hair pulled back into a ponytail that bounces as she moves. "Oh, good- you're up!" Laura smiles warmly at Aya, although she's still working on… What looks like pancakes, but there's definitely something else cooking in the kitchen.

"Good morning…" Aya says with a smile, walking up to Laura to wrap her arms around her waist loosely and give her a sweet kiss.

The kiss can only last for a few moments before Laura reluctantly pulls away to return to making the pancakes, already to the point of using the plates she'd pulled out ahead of time. Aya lets her go and backs up just enough to be out of the way, although Laura isn't avoiding 'accidentally' brushing up against her as she goes.

"Here you are. Happy birthday, darling~" Laura says, and Aya replies with a warm smile as she takes the plate from Laura, although she's interrupted by a kiss before Laura makes the rest of the pancakes. Aya stays nearby as she eats all she can, her curiosity about the other thing cooking clear as she glances towards the stove, realizing that it must be in the oven.

Laura giggles, looking over at Aya before looking back at the food she's dishing up as Aki walks in.

When they finish, Aya walks out with a hug from Aki and a slightly longer than normal kiss from Laura before heading to her car and driving to work… She doesn't expect what she finds when she gets there, though.

"Happy birthday, Aya!" Her coworkers and even the manager got together to wish her a happy birthday, along with getting her one of the good brownies. Altogether it was almost enough to make her cry… Who am I kidding? We all know she cried.

After they had sufficient time to congratulate her at another year, her manager sent her home with the untouched brownie. The first thing she noticed was Brie's car in the parking lot beside where she usually parks. Aya doesn't think too hard on it, assuming Aki had yet again meddled and gotten Brie here for her birthday.

As Aya opens the door, Laura greets her with another kiss as she pulls her inside, Aki going to close the door behind them while Brie, sitting on the couch, averts her eyes for multiple reasons. Laura only releases her from the kiss when she realizes the others are simply averting their eyes and trying to keep their awkward energy at bay without luck.

"Happy birthday, darling." Laura says quietly once they part, a thin trail of saliva connecting their lips for a moment before they actually separate and Laura goes to the kitchen to fetch something.

"Ah- y-yeah, happy birthday, Aya!" Brie says, standing up and kind of awkwardly smiling at Aya, only able to keep her eyes on her for a few moments before looking away.

"Happy birthday big sis!" Aki adds on, smiling brightly as he subtly glances over at Brie to see if she's okay.

Laura returns before Aya can say anything, carrying a pie in her hands with gently flickering candles topping it. As soon as she's in view she starts to sing, and the other two join in very quickly.

It's easy for Aya to pick out each voice, even though they actually harmonize rather well… Needless to say, she didn't realize she knew so many people that could sing well. After the candles are blown out, they divide the pie into several pieces to share with the others. With how little Aya naturally eats, and how much she's had, they'll have more. She still tries to eat as much as she can of the pie, although that still isn't much…

Once they're finished, Brie reveals a present she'd bought a while ago just to give to Aya once she discovered her birthday… Neatly wrapped in paper decorated with flowers, a pair of sketchbooks and a large pack of colored pencils. Something she'd decided on when hearing Aya offhandedly comment that she missed drawing but would always run out of materials too quick and it got expensive. 

Aki… Well, he started by organizing all this, and continued with setting everything up, but he also made her a card and actively collects trinkets all year to give her on her birthday and on Christmas, since he doesn't really get many opportunities to buy things.

And I'm not sure what Laura would get for Aya so I'll just-

All in all, Aya cries multiple times making both Brie and Aki panic because Aya isn't exactly known for happy tears…

The rest of the day is filled with actual joy in the house, which is something that really wasn't common. Brie leaves soon after the presents, however, saying something about how she had to get back home or her mother would get upset.

And thus ends my only happy story~

There's a project I'm working on on my main (@purplexiasphinx) that has the link to a lot of Picrews, including this one, but I'm not sure which link this is... (Look for 🗡)

[bungoustraydogsbigbang]

We’ve come to the end of the Soukoku Big Bang 2019! Before we move on to the master post for 2019, we would like to express our sincerest thanks to all of you. It has been a wild ride and us mods couldn’t thank our participants enough for being such lovely people to work with. There’ll also be a feedback form the participants can fill in! The link will be distributed through email and shared in our discord server. We would like to know how you think about us and how you would like us to improve through our feedback form!

If you missed your chance this year, don’t worry, we’ll be back again in 2020! Do stay tuned for some exciting information on where this event will be going next year! We have some “big news” waiting for you!

Without further ado, here’s the masterpost for all entries of Soukoku Big Bang 2019! 

M A S T E R P O S T

It Was Worth Trying by MidnightLightHowlite | Art by Misa

Rating: General Audiences

Seeing Dazai float face down in a river was not all that unusual. True, it hadn't happened in four years, but the view was not exactly a foreign one. No, what was foreign was the fact that Dazai seemed to be shorter. And younger. And didn't remember him. In retrospect, Chuuya probably shouldn't have let the boy call Mori because that allowed his boss to put him on babysitting duty.

(Or Dazai gets deaged. No romance will happen till they are both the same age again.)

Bandaged Sheep by MidnightLightHowlite | Art by Abel

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

There had been something very weird, very off about the new recruit. He had popped up out of thin air a few months ago, wrapped from head to toe in bandages. Not a word of what he did before, saying he wanted to join the sheep. He wasn't strong or skilled, and truly, there was no logical reason for Chuuya to pay him any mind.

But then the Port Mafia put a huge bounty on his head and things started to get interesting

these days, you’re fine by AquarianTwin | Art by Nella

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Fifth-grade classmates Q and Aya are convinced that their older brothers would make a perfect pair if they’d just stop fighting for five minutes. Dazai and Chuuya, who have been dating for over a year, find this too funny to correct them.

Dazai takes in his younger sibling, Q, after they’re removed from their father’s home. Overwhelmed by the responsibility of raising of a child when he can barely keep himself alive some days, Dazai leans on his partner, Chuuya, to help lead him through. It’s a good thing Q gets along so well with Chuuya’s younger sister, but Dazai thinks he might die of laughter if the pair try to “secretly” set him up on another date with his own boyfriend.

Project Pinocchio by EKmisao | Art by Ginny

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

What kept the youngest mafia executive alive enough was a new file, on a newly-acquired powerful cyborg. It started as a project to keep a cyborg a boy. It became more than he expected.

Outrunning Fate by RocketJams | Art by Nanamin

Rating: Not Rated

Chuuya laid in the hospital bed, his consciousness slipping away slowly as he patiently awaited his demise. The doctors had assured him he wouldn't feel a thing but for some reason he couldn't shake this feeling his chest. An subtle pain which at this point had coaxed his stomach into a frenzy. Something was wrong but there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

In Isolation He Thrived by Maddy | Art by Leo

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

All his life Dazai felt like a tool, a pawn that was just tossed aside when not needed. He was looked down on and felt useless, so slowly a fire ignited within him and turned him into a merciless person also well known as a "Soulless Demon".

He always believed he was destined to do wrong until one day when he finds Chuuya who proves him wrong.

S8 (TBA)

i step from here without you by fatimé | Art by eva

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

“I used Corruption because I trusted you,” Chuuya gasps out, and the words leave a hole the size of Yokohama in his chest. He punches Dazai right where that hole is and hopes it hurts him just as much as it hurts Chuuya.

Dazai smiles. He catches him when his vision finally goes dark and the next thing Chuuya wakes to is emptiness in his heart and a stack of neatly folded clothes.

In one universe, they’re partners-turned enemies, the former Double Black, the most fearsome duo in Port Mafia history. They’re Soukoku and they’re spiteful and they’re tangled up in one another more than they’d care to admit.

In another, they’re—

S10 (TBA)

In Blood we are Sealed by Chaosia | Art by RedZeverin

Dazai stared at his subordinate and the white tiger passed out on the ground, dismayed. It almost worked. This was the fourth person they've went to. There was one more person Dazai could take Atsushi to but he had enough reason to guess that it wouldn't work.

Dazai made a face.

There was one person Dazai knew who could do the job. He'd successfully commit suicide though before that gremlin ever found out he had such thoughts. The taste of metallic filled his mouth. He held in the urge to spit it out.

His ears rang as he imagined a shrieking voice yelling his name like it was the worst insult one could come up with and the mirage of fire that surrounded those blue eyes and foul mouth. Ugh, he was so annoying even in his imagination...and short.

Sticking a pinky into his ear to clear out the haunting voice, Dazai went about gathering up his apprentice and the tiger. Maybe fate would take pity on him and this next trip would solve their problem...

He could feel the cursed blood laughing at him all the way back to their hotel room.

Or a magical AU where Dazai inadvertently gets Atsushi cursed and they have to go to Chuuya, a powerful witch in his own right, to break it.

S14 (TBA)

Quatervois by TheWanderingTanteiThief | Art by King

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Quatervois (n.) a crossroads; a critical decision or turning point in one's life

Chuuya didn't expect to see a man hanging from a tree.

Chuuya didn't expect to meet the man again.

Chuuya certainly didn't expect the man to be the crown prince of the kingdom.

...or cardverse au where Dazai is an asshole and Chuuya just wants to have a peaceful life. Is that too much to ask?

flaws and all by alli | Art by phryn

The transition Dazai and Chuuya routinely make between their heated arguing and completely seamless teamwork is being disrupted by their changing relationship. Which is an issue, because the two of them have been assigned to what could possibly be the most important undercover mission of their careers. Will they be able to strengthen their partnership for the better, or will it crack under the ever growing pressure?

-

As much as he craved that, as easy as it would be to do, it terrified him.

So, he didn’t.

Mirror Mirror In My Eye by MidnightLightHowlite | Art by cchibikko

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Dazai didn't have much hope for the next few years of Hogwarts, but would have liked to wait at least a few till Arahabaki noticed him.

Never such luck for the resident mummy.

School year was already shitty as it was, but now he has a fiery angry redhead demanding answers he's not ready to give

School year was already shitty as it was, but now he has a fiery angry redhead demanding answers he's not ready to give

Fuck.

thy kingdom come by chubsthehamster | Art by Stella Rasu

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

In a bid to save their continent from destruction, the kingdoms of Ada and the Port Mafia must put aside their years of tension to form an uneasy alliance. An act of holy matrimony unites Princes Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya, marking the beginning of an infamous partnership.

The affair is strictly political, and perhaps for the better. The two hate each other from the beginning.

should we never meet again by setosdarkness | Art by phryn

Rating: Mature

Sixteen women have been killed by a vicious serial killer haunting Yokohama’s streets.

Dazai has been chosen to become a part of the elite Bloody Valentine Task Force, even if he personally thinks that it’d be a lot more fun to stay at home with his boyfriend. Especially since it took years to convince Chuuya to finally move in with him.

It’s just a coincidence that Chuuya’s agreed to move in with him the moment he’s been chosen to become a part of the Task Force, right?

Resolving the Matter in Spirit by ASentientSlug | Art by Tomomorey

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Dazai's boring, everyday life ends in an accidental double suicide, but instead of facing the sweet release of endless sleep, Dazai finds himself in the Spirit World, where nothing is familiar and dangerous, soul-eating spirits lurk behind every corner. To get out, Dazai must confront the ghosts of his past and the ghosts of his present when one very familiar and yet very dangerous spirit takes Dazai under his wing.

If We Ever Meet Again by Luc | Art by Saiel

Rating: Mature

It all started with diamonds.

Chuuya thinks he would've been just as attracted to it if it wasn't for the equally shiny police badge in his pocket.

It all ends with a silver bullet.

For someone as talented in the dance of crime, Dazai has developed quite a bias about the jewels that would catch anybody's fancy.

Diamonds? They're overrated. Old. Boring.

Rubies? Sapphires?

Now those—

—those are worth getting caught for.

keep your windows open by Maristella | Art by Einjjjj

Rating: General Audiences

Usually, whenever Chuuya jumped, he flew.

This was not one of those times.

(Or, alternatively, where Chuuya breaks into Dazai's mansion as a thief, and comes out as a kidnapper. Even though he's also sort of a kid. And it's also not kidnapping.)

(Not when the victim bribed the kidnapper to take him.)

“You do know that the treasure doesn’t exist, right?”

“The what?”

“The treasure. You know, the one in the rumours. It doesn’t exist.”

“…are you screwing with me?”

“No?”

“I’m not an idiot. If there’s no treasure, why else are you here then?”

“Um…this is my house?”

(Also featuring: Chuuya and the different types of falling.)

half of my half by keptein | Art by manwe.russingon

Rating: Mature

No one understands why Dazai’s dæmon looks like a boy more often than not.

Book One: Fire by chuuzuke | Art by wandiwoo

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Avatar The Last Airbender/Korra AU: The world has changed. Technology can meet nearly every need, to the point where bending is considered a relic of the past, and with it, the Avatar. In fact, no one has seen the Avatar for nearly 100 years, and most people prefer to keep it that way.

Nakahara Chuuya, Prince of the Fire Nation, more than understands what it's like to be considered a relic. After the Fire nation moved to a parliamentary system, the title of Fire Lord is a largely ceremonial one, and Chuuya struggles under the burden of an office that restricts his every move without giving him any actual power to enact change.

When he runs away, intent on finding his own path, it seems like fate when he runs into Dazai Osamu, a mysterious man who claims he has a way to cure the unexplained illness Chuuya has suffered from his whole life.

peace lily by intimatopia | Art by phryn

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

They say you don’t truly know a person until you live with them. Dazai and Chuuya would argue that they know more about each other than one ought to know about anyone else.

Or: Mori forces 15 year old Dazai and Chuuya to share a flat because he doesn’t trust them to be on their own, and he thinks it’ll be a good way for them to bond.

Dazai and Chuuya think he's a sadist.

Two rambunctious teen boys, left to their own devices in a multi-million dollar penthouse. What could possibly go wrong?

of flowers and verses by lua & lanipalmer | Art by Yahuri

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

For years, Nakahara Chuuya has been pining over the ex-mafioso himself, Dazai Osamu. So what better to vent than through poetry? Combined with his (frankly, alarming) knowledge of flower languages, this is a story about Chuuya and his frustrations and desires.

Still Worth Fighting For by Maru | Art by ewe

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

"In which Chuuya never joins the port mafia, stops using his ability for fighting out of guilt, and later becomes a hacker.

His life had been relatively peaceful until one day, Dazai appears again at his doorstep asking for his help to find information on ‘The Rats.’"

The Necromancer by Ru | Art by etsuki_haru

Rating: Mature

If you venture into the slums of Suribachi City, you’ll find the witch Dazai Osamu, known as the Necromancer, and his barely tamed beast, Arahabaki. If you bring to him the bones of someone, he will bring that person back to life - in exchange for some of your lifespan. But bringing a soul back from the dead turn a heart twisted. Did you get your wish, or dig your own grave? These are the grim tales of a witch and a creature, trying to figure out their humanity, overseeing the consequences of taking death too lightly.

S34 (TBA)

fire and calamity by Jasmine | Art by Zen

Arahabaki has left its vessel, leaving Chuuya in a comatose state. Dazai and the rest of the ADA now have to track the god down and capture it for two reasons. One, because Chuuya knows the whereabouts of the Book. Two, because if they don't, they lose him forever. (ADA!Chuuya, established!SKK)

S38 (TBA)

fight our way to heaven by kiwi | Art by chicchii

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

The redhead had a fire in him that made Dazai want to poke and prod until he could see the limits. Chuuya was so alive and for the first time since Dazai could remember, he wanted to taste and feel that fire.

What he didn’t account for was that the decision to follow Chuuya would lead him to discovering memories he didn’t know he had and it would make them a target for all ability organizations in Yokohama.

Or the one where we have teen skk against the world.

Everything Comes Back To You by Catsby | Art by Mai

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

In the period after the war for the Book, the Port Mafia finds itself in need of a Boss. The logical choice for that position would be Chuuya - except Chuuya has gone missing.

Après Un Rêve by manwe.russingon | Art by Sebby

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

"I wandered long, methought, alone

to the deep shadow where the dead dwell,

but ever a voice that I knew well,

like bells, like viols, like harps, like birds,

like music moving without words,

called me, called me through the night,

enchanted drew me back to the light!"

Nakahara Chuuya, the elven lord commander of the kingsguard of kingdom of Mirkwood, singing in the woods. With a sudden intervention from Dazai Osamu, a mysterious being that was caught in between his tunes, they became best friends afterwards. Or perhaps it is more than that?

Time to time, one story comes with another. The truth finally unveils, and the clock is ticking faster. What exactly is Dazai? Why does he act so familiarly to Chuuya? And perhaps the biggest question we need the answer is: What makes them always connected, even for thousands of years?

S42 by chuuzuke | Art by willofjokerXIX

Lost All Judgement by todxrxki | Art by Yahuri

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

“Uh, sorry, but unfortunately I already have a date to the dance.”

“Oh, really?” Tachihara says, sounding disappointed. He pauses for a second, clearly processing what Chuuya’s just told him, and then says, “Who is it?”

Chuuya certainly hadn’t budgeted for this.

Panicking, he tries to think of the people that he knows that are single, and before he knows it, the first name that comes to mind is slipping out of his mouth. “With Dazai.” / After a momentary lapse in judgment, high school student Chuuya ends up having to pretend to date his enemy Dazai to get Tachihara off of his back - and quickly finds it's nowhere as bad as he'd imagined.

Of Boxers and Bachelors by writingfromtheshadows | Art (1 & 2 & 3) by Angella

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

When Dazai Osamu gets cut off from the family's coffers in an attempt to regulate his behavior, he decides to find a way around his father's ultimatum. Faking an engagement with an underground boxer sounds like the perfect scandal...

Crimson Memoirs by Luneath & Abel | Art by lefterstein

Rating: Mature

By the power of great ancient magic, supernatural beings are aptly hidden just behind the eyelids of humans. Vampires, witches, weres, faeries – all of them live and exist out of the fairy tales books.

Humans' eyes are just shielded into not comprehending their true nature, their magic, and their trickery. To protect them, the Gods say. But Dazai has always known that he’s no ordinary human. From the gift of seeing beyond the magic veil to the peculiar dreams to the aching, hollow feeling hugging his chest in a tight embrace – he knows he’s different.

What Dazai doesn’t know is that this isn’t the start of his story and the stranger with glowing blue eyes that have always been the center of his recurring dreams. What Dazai doesn’t know is that this is not exactly his first life. Dazai doesn't know a lot of things. But with time, he will come to know that he doesn't mind dying the second time for Chuuya.

entanglement by Shinkirou | Art by Zevy

Rating: Mature

Not everyone has a destined partner. Theoretically, even Dazai and Chuuya aren't supposed to. Are being programmed not to, even.

But whether they're "meant" to be together or not is irrelevant. Dazai wants Chuuya to be his, and so Chuuya will be his.

... If only it were actually that simple.

pointless by Lua | Art by Behax

Rating: Explicit

It was an annoyance after everything that happened, and yet, Chuuya found himself on the doorsteps of a man that he had more than enough reasons to kill. He could come up with excuses, but he was not in the habit of lying to himself. At times, Chuuya would describe their relationship as an addiction he couldn't get rid of. This was ridiculous. Dazai was now a traitor and a coward; what did that make of Chuuya himself to know where to find him and keep that a secret?

Latent Identities by RocketJams | Art by Seiran

Rating: Explicit

He could deny it however many times he wanted to, but Dazai could see through it every time. The lies over his lips, the false smiles and misleading words. He could fool anyone else into believing he was who he said he was. Though whenever he smiled, Dazai could feel it. Something was wrong, he wasn't Chuuya.

N6 (TBA)

Before I Fall by hellosweetie17 | Art by Nanamin

Rating: Explicit

Chuuya’s oblivious to the circumstances surrounding their fragile world; Dazai’s made sure of it.

Mighty Long Fall by quinnlocke | Art by Xoinks

Rating: Mature

When Dazai betrays the ADA for the Port Mafia, he’s greeted as the prodigal son. That doesn’t mean he’s trusted, however, and now that he’s betrayed the Port Mafia and ADA alike, he has far more enemies than friends. As Dazai works to survive the heart of the viper’s nest, it quickly becomes clear that Chuuya will save him - or be the reason he fails.

Chuuya, meanwhile, knows Dazai too well to trust that his cards are on the table. But as he finds himself at Dazai’s mercy, and caught between loyalties, he realizes there’s no other option but to master the god that lives beneath his skin and hope he survives long enough to protect the organization to whom he’s sworn his life.

But first they both must realize that a mighty long fall awaits.

moonshine voyage by setosdarkness | Art by Behax

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Dazai's plan to stop Fyodor involves sacrificing his life. He should have known that even the best-made plans are useless when there’s someone like Chuuya out there, who just won’t stop saving him.

A journey of growing and growing old together.

[or: chuuya saves dazai's life by linking their souls & lifespans together]

Lifeline by Abel | Art (1 & 2 & 3) by phryn

Rating: Explicit

Nakahara Chuuya is a normal kid. He has two parents who loves him very much even though he's not really their son. He's a good student even though he's not on top. He's popular and has a lot of friends. Everything in his life is fine-- perfectly fine.

Until he bumps into another kid his age, bandages wrapped all over him. Dazai Osamu-- he said his name was, with a tone of amusement and yet tinged with longing.

Little did he know, that fated meeting will change his life forever.

Can’t Be Tamed by stargazerlilith | Art by Abel

Rating: Explicit

The boss of the Port Mafia is merciless against those who oppose him.

Well he was, until he resigned himself to the fate of the notorious dating app known as Tinder.

We hope you enjoy the masterpieces made by our talented participants! See you again next year!

[greatmar2]

Illusions

Elonth Worldbuilding | < Practice Makes Perfect | Uncertainty >

After encountering his childhood friend, Mar heads to Grandmage Irikshan to begin his first lesson in illusions. Things rarely go according to plan.

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“Come in, Sterkvleuel.”

Mar froze, his forepaw moments away from knocking on the Archmage’s door before it opened of its own accord. On the other side stood the Elder, another dragon and a human.

“These are Serandil and Adrian. They are here primarily to observe the happenings of our session.”

“Primarily?”

“Come in.”

Mar obeyed, creeping up to the two gigantic dragons while feeling as if he were still a hatchling. They had centuries’ more knowledge and experience of the world than he. Even the human was clearly older than Mar.

“It am honored to meet you, Archmage Irikshan. And you too, Serandil and Adrian.” Mar bowed his head briefly. The human and Serandil nodded in response, but said nothing.

“I will be starting you off with some training in areas that are more advanced than what you’ll remember from school. Once I feel your skills have reached a respectable standard, we can start experimenting with your ability.”

“I was hoping as much. To be honest, I’ve become a bit frightened of my ability after some of the things that have happened.”

“Ruk said you reported that your ability took you to places you had never seen before and where things didn’t always work the way they should. This could easily be achieved through advanced use of illusions, but it intrigues me how one who has never had formal training in illusions could trap themselves in them. This is one reason why I am training you personally, rather than having Serandil or Adrian handle your training in illusions.”

“I understand, but it all seemed pretty real to me.”

“Yes, thus the first thing I shall be doing is training you how to spot illusions. If you have any hope to control your own illusions, you need to know what they are. I will be taking you to a field north of Tumensuid now. You’ll see the world warping around you now.”

The world shook and shimmered, then collapsed upon itself as countless fractals. Mar and Irikshan were now stood on a large field sparsely populated by trees and shrubbery. From the surroundings and the positions of the mountains, Mar could tell that they were a fair way north of Tumensuid.

He certainly doesn’t beat around the bush, thought Mar.

“Yes, there isn’t much point in wasting time on asking you questions you’ve already answered a dozen times. Now, the first step would be to realize you are in an illusion. You can only break it if you know it is there. This one is obvious enough, mainly because I did not bother about subtlety. Look for flaws, tell me what you see.”

Mar looked around, inspecting his surroundings. A breeze swept across the area, stirring leaves and long grass. Mar was hard-pressed to find errors in the illusion.

“Some of these trees look identical. And… at the edge of my vision, things don’t seem right… but they look normal whenever I look straight at them. Wait,” a realization dawned on Mar, “why didn’t I feel your mind touching mine just before we entered the illusion?”

 “Good start. Yes, we’re also going to have to work on you keeping your mind guarded even when you are distracted. While your schooling was decent enough that I couldn’t get too deep without you noticing, that would be enough to feed you fairly simple illusions while tightening my hold.

“The quality and strength of the illusions are limited by the skill and power of the one creating them. The irregularities you may spot represent weak points, whether the illusionist is not concentrating on those aspects or did not think to cater to them.

“However, since the illusionist will likely have access to at least your top level thoughts, they will know when you notice these and they will attempt to fix their errors. But moving their concentration to a certain aspect could cause them to lose focus on other areas. If you ever find yourself second guessing your senses, you should be alert.”

 “Understood. How would I break out of an illusion? Try mentally attacking the weak-points before they are fixed?”

 “It depends. Attacking the illusion is essentially attacking the illusionist's mind. But when you attack you may also leave yourself open to counterattack. If your assailant realizes that you know you're in the illusion, they may resort to outright trying to break into your mind.

“Try to judge their strength by the quality of the illusion. And maybe a mental probe or two if you judge it to be worth the risk. If you perceive them to be stronger than you or even an equal match, strengthen your mental defenses and simply hold out until they have exhausted their energy, give up or aid comes. If they are weaker than you, you may go more on the offensive – but you must remain cautious of counterattacks and over-extending yourself. School should have taught you how to defend yourself to a decent extent. In the future I shall be teaching you more advanced techniques, but for now I shall focus on the basics.”

 “Interesting… and scary. It is so easy to be caught unaware… I remember one of my teachers talking about how easy it is for someone practiced enough to get access to your mind if you are not careful. She compared it to technology, where hackers can easily compromise the unprotected device or system.”

 “That is a fairly good analogy. Fear for their minds is one of the contributing factors to why the average human is untrusting towards dragons and mages. They don't often realize that even non-magical humans can be taught to defend their minds. Or at least they didn't…” A distant look crossed Irikshan's face.

Mar noticed a slight drop in the quality of the illusion, managing to spot several errors now. The Elder spoke in a pained voice, “I had more than my fair share of negative interactions with humans in my travels when I was as young as you.” Mar thought he heard angry human shouts and threats emanating from the empty field, but in a moment they were gone again.

“In more recent decades, humans have improved a fair amount. Though most of my travels have been invitational or on college business, so I can't speak for the world as a whole.” Irikshan shuddered, then said, “My apologies, I am getting sidetracked. What you need to do now is free yourself from the illusion. Now, reach out and try shake my mind's hold on yours. I shan't make it too hard for now.” The imaginary Irikshan who stood in front of Mar vanished.

“Ok.” Mar mentally reached out, carefully probing Irikshan's mind.

Irikshan felt the mental probes and slightly strengthened his hold wherever he sensed Mar look but weakened it in other places. He also occasionally threw a soft mental blow at Mar when he noticed the youngster wasn’t being careful enough. To shake his hold, Mar would have to attack where Irikshan was not actively defending.

All of a sudden, Mar retreated further into his mind. This confused Irikshan for a moment, before he realized what was happening. He would let Mar have this one for the creative thinking. A second later the attack came, impacting Irikshan's mind with an unexpected force. Irikishan’s lowered defenses meant that the force of the explosion of mental energy was enough to disorient Irikshan.

SCREEEEEECH

CRASH

Two cars crashed into Irikshan's left legs and knocking them out from under him. He managed to catch himself with his magic moments before he would have landed on them and crushed the humans inside. He lifted himself up to his feet again as the humans ran screaming. All around, humans were fleeing in a panic. It seemed as if he had appeared in the middle of a double lane intersection. The disgusting architecture, the thick polluted air and the constant blaring noise of modern human cities surrounded him.

He looked down at his legs. They were in pain and some paint had scratched off on his scales, but his wards had absorbed most of the impact. He took a moment to refresh the wards. While illusions weren’t real, they could certainly feel that way sometimes.

Once that was done, Irikshan sat down and began reaching out, trying to find the mind that was creating the illusion. He could feel Mar’s, but its link was weaker than expected. Irikshan then felt another mind, much nearer, but it didn’t seem to react to his. It belonged to a human busy recording Irikshan on his cellphone.

Irikshan muttered to himself. He reached out and touched the minds of nearby humans. They were each unique and definitely human. And there was no mind but Mar’s actually linked to his. His annoyed muttering then turned to something more pleased. He would find Mar and continue his lesson while making use of this most recent development.

Sirens sounded in the distance, rapidly approaching. A handful of cars arrived and did what they could to block the dragon’s path. They looked to be some sort of local law enforcement.

“Dispatch, this one is far bigger than the last. What are we to do?”

Irikshan’s sensitive ears could hear a distorted voice responding. “Do not engage until reinforcements arrive. We can’t have this one disrupting half the city as it flees.”

Irikshan touched the minds of the humans and determined that each of them felt real – each having thoughts and fears of their own. It astounded Irikshan how a novice could achieve this, let alone accidentally – Irikshan had only learnt to do this after decades of study under the previous Elder, Rumaga the mind mage. And Serandil, in turn, had learnt it from him.

Or perhaps this was not an illusion?

Ruk’s report on Mar’s ability had speculated it could also be some form of teleportation, but no one had ever witnessed it. Until now. It must have been because their minds were linked when his ability activated. But what exactly had activated it? He hoped that Serandil and Adrian were able to observe this.

Irikshan found it strange how the humans spoke the Imaaduudin language, yet reacted so startled to see a dragon. He was under the impression that most humans in this region of the world had at least seen a dragon in their lifetime. Granted, he had appeared out of thin air.

“Humans,” he addressed the police in the multinational language, “I am the Elder of the city Tummenoord in the Tumenzar state. I apologize for the disturbance, and will reimburse you for the damages I may have caused as soon as I can. Could you kindly inform me what the name of this city is? And which country it is in? You may lower your weapons; I mean no harm.”

He was met with blank and confused stares. “Uhhh… dispatch, this one spoke English. It apologized and says it means no harm. Over.”

“Copy that.” The humans awkwardly stared at Irkishan, only a few lowering their weapons. “Chief says to bring it in. Over.”

Glances were exchanged between the humans until one stepped forward and spoke. “D-dear Sir or Madam, you will need to come with us to the police station for questioning.”

“I don’t have time for this.” Irikshan focused on the thread that was his connection with Mar and used it to determine what direction Mar was. He then turned around and walked that direction. There wasn’t enough space between the buildings for flying. He ignored the humans except for placing wards around himself to deflect any of their beloved guns’ bullets to the ground.

“Dispatch, the beast is evading custody. Heading East on Bird avenue. Over.”

“Hold fire until the chief gives the order. Pursue it and reduce collateral damage where you can. Report back as soon as you find its objective. You will be notified if one of the agencies discovers relevant information from the other. Over.”

“Understood.” The police jumped back into their cars and then continued slowly tailing Irkishan as he marched through the grid of streets. Irikshan soon tired of the blaring sirens and used his magic to crush the megaphones. Humans may not have much hearing to begin with, but constant noise would do no good for his ears. This got no reaction other than a couple startled yelps.

“Dispatch, it appears to be heading towards the other one. Over.”

“Roger that. We’ll alert the agents. The chief says to start shooting at it. Try herd it away. We don’t have anything guaranteed to stop them without destroying the entire city… yet. Over.” The foolish humans probably thought he couldn’t hear them.

The humans opened fire, but Irikshan did not react – merely continuing to supply power to his deflection wards.

Soon enough, Irikshan found Mar. He was lying in the middle of the street, scales damaged by bullets, bound in thick ropes and surrounded by humans – many of which appeared to be scientists of sorts. The humans didn’t look surprised to see him, giving him a wide berth rather than fleeing. A police officer also yelled for a ceasefire. Irikshan felt many eyes upon him as he approached the unconscious Mar.

The youngster was in an energy coma. Getting them here had probably taken enough of a toll on his energy reserves that stopping the idiotic humans’ bullets was enough to drain the last reserves of his Shiridan crystal. With a mere thought, Irikshan sliced the ropes off Mar.

“It’s freeing the other one! Shoot it!”

Although Irikshan’s immense energy reserves were more than enough to sustain shields around himself and Mar for a fair amount of time, he did not appreciate the annoyance. He spread out his mind into all the weak and undefended minds of all the present humans and cast a mass illusion upon them; fooling them into thinking he and Mar had vanished in a flash – and left behind a fiery crater so that the humans wouldn’t bump into him. Seeing as he had full access, he etched this illusion into their minds so that he wouldn’t have to maintain it manually.

Turning his attention back to Mar, Irikshan began funneling energy into him. When Mar awoke, Irikshan sent him a mental message which would be inaudible to the humans. “Are you ok?”

“Some healers would be nice, but I’ll live. What are you doing here? Thanks, by the way.”

“I believe it is because our minds were touching at the time your ability activated. I noticed that I’ve been attached to you by a thread since I arrived.”

“That’s probably it. Why are all the humans looking so confused?”

“I made them see us vanish. We need to leave soon - before they investigate too thoroughly or take pictures. May I examine your mind so as to find out how to solve this situation?”

With Mar's permission, Irikshan looked into Mar's mind - trying to figure out the working of the young dragon's ability, and how to break the illusion. He instinctively wanted to repel the intruder but had to force himself to remain calm - it was important that they get out of this place. Eventually, Irikshan seemed to find what he was looking for, then sent him instructions on how to break the illusion. The elder did not sound as sure about it as Mar would have liked.

“If I get back before you, I will try to help you from the other side. When you’re back – come to my office.”

“Go to your office? I thought I already was there.”

“You are in fact just outside the waterfall room you spoke to that human friend of yours in. I was going to make a point about illusions within illusions later in our lesson, but the situation has changed.”

Mar mentally acknowledged this, then severed his connection to Irikshan.

A disoriented Irikshan found himself on the floor of his office, a startled Serandil leaning over him.