#and 109 is going to be even worse.

[chuuyafucks]

Since we already saw how the ch88 scene was animated I'm so scared for 101. Theyre going to translate "chuuya this is farewell to you" and "our hearts reached out to each other" to a single Goodbye.

[xaviesstarlight]

Blind as a Bat

Synopsis: MC has astigmatism, making her extremely nearsighted and loses her contacts in the N-109 Zone. Note: I have astigmatism, so there’s a good chance I’ll write about it again soon in the future.

The wind is a girl’s worst enemy. Not only does the whirling current cause your hair to fly into your face at the worst possible times, but it can also dry out your eyes when hunting wanderers, causing you to lose your eye contacts. You curse under your breath as your vision suddenly becomes blurry after dodging a wanderer’s attack one night.

In the N-109 Zone.

The N-109 Zone isn’t usually so windy, but a storm is currently on its way. You duck behind a dumpster to hide from the wanderer as you assess just how much you can see in the darkness. You have severe astigmatism, so lights are especially blurry. You can see just fine with your contacts, much better with glasses, but the contacts have never caused you issues before. If it wasn’t for this wind… The wanderer howls, its roar breaking through your thoughts. You can still see the large blurry body like a black mass. As long as you aim at that, you shouldn’t miss. You quickly aim your gun and shoot. The wanderer dissolves into dust.

Smiling, you rush from behind your temporary shelter to grab the wanderer’s protocore for the Association. Your eyes search for colors that stand out among the gritty gunk that covers the N-109 Zone. The protocore should sparkle. You stumble as you look for it when something catches you before you land face-first onto the pavement.

“Careful, kitten,” a familiar, sultry voice says from the darkness. “I thought all cats land on their feet after falling, but I suppose that rule doesn’t apply to you.” Sylus. His energy manipulation evol is what caught you.

You whip your head in the direction of his voice to see a tall figure. Unfortunately, you couldn’t make out any details. If you squint, you could notice his white hair and black clothing, but that’s about it. “Sylus? Do you see the protocore? I can’t find it.”

Sylus clicks his tongue. “Stop playing games, sweetie. It’s right in front of you.”

“Where?”

Sylus freezes. He studies you as you stand before him scanning the ground for the shiny red protocore just a few feet in front of you. You squint your eyes, quickly looking left to right, a restlessness stemming from your frustration. Also when you look in his direction, there’s no focus, no softening of your features that usually occurs when you see him. Sylus waves his hand in front of your face. “Can you not see? What happened to your contacts?”

You fill Sylus in on your situation. “It just so happens,” Sylus responds, “you left a spare pair of glasses at the base. You’re coming back with me.” He grabs your wrist to lead you to his bike before snatching up the protocore using his evol. “You should be grateful I found you before something really bad happened.”

“Worse than being captured by Onychinus after being rendered blind?” you giggle, happily following him. You attempt to make the best of the situation, and going home with your boyfriend after a mission is the best possible outcome on a night like this, but the grip on your wrist tightens.

You couldn’t see Sylus’s expression, but you could hear the fear in his voice as he speaks lower, almost as if through his teeth. “You are fortunate it was me who found you in this state. If anyone else did…” Sylus doesn’t finish his thought.

You gulp, a sense of guilt weighing down on your heart. It wasn’t your fault for losing your contacts, especially at night in the most dangerous area in the country, but you don’t like the idea of making Sylus worry about you. You don’t say another word until you are safely back at the base.

Even though you are more than capable of taking a shower without any type of vision aide, Sylus insists on helping you. “You may have trouble reading the bottles, and how will you know which is the shampoo and which is the conditioner?”

You sigh. Fatigue overtakes your body, so you indulge your boyfriend. You want more than anything to hurry up and finish the shower, so you can put your glasses on after getting washed up. You still haven’t clearly seen Sylus’s face, and the idea of not being able to see him makes you restless.

Once you finish the shower, Sylus dries your hair and hands you your glasses. You put on the black square frames and immediately cup Sylus’s face in your hands, giving him a good look. His crimson eyes soften as they meet your gaze, his lips slightly curving upward. You grin, your shoulders relaxing in relief.

“There you are. It bothered me that I couldn’t see you properly until now. I missed you.”

Sylus chuckles. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek. “You couldn’t see me this whole time? That won’t do, kitten. You really are as blind as a bat.”

“That may be, but I have my crow to see for me.” You boop Sylus’s nose.

Sylus chuckles. “Though I hope this doesn’t happen again, I would gladly be your eyes.”

[personfrommars10]

Pete was on his first day of shore leave in Pensacola, it was about midnight and he had been asleep until his phone started ringing. A name flashed on to the screen, Mercedes, Ice's daughter was calling him.

“Hello, Maverick speaking.”

“Hey Mav,” Mercedes said, “Sorry for calling you so late but Dad's in the hospital, he's been asking for you since he got admitted.”

“Oh God, what's wrong?” Maverick asks, panic seeping into his voice.

“We're not sure yet, but he's had a really bad cough for the past couple months and today he started coughing blood so we got him admitted before it got worse.”

“Okay, I'll be on the next flight to Lemoore.”

Maverick hung up and jumped up to start getting ready.

When Pete arrives in Lemoore the first thing he does is call Mercedes, it goes straight to voicemail. He tries again, she still doesn't pick up. Next he tries Jack, Jack picks up on the 3rd ring.

“Jack Kazansky speaking,” Jack answered sleepily.

“Hey, Jack, it's Maverick.” Pete replies.

“Oh, hey Mav, is there a reason why you're calling me.”

“Uh yeah, your sister called me and told me that your dad was in the hospital.”

“Oh, um, yeah, I don't know why she called you, he's probably fine,” Jack said in an unreadable tone of voice.

“Well, your sister seemed pretty worried,” Maverick said. “Anyways, my plane just landed in Lemoore. I was wondering if I could get a ride since I don't have one.”

“Uh, yeah I guess, I'll be there in 20.”

20 minutes later Pete was sitting next to Jack in his pickup truck, the radio humming in the background.

“So, how have you been?” Maverick asks, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

“Fine.” Jack grunts.

“How's your mom?”

“Dead.”

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.” Pete said, unsure of how to react. “She was a good woman.”

“Yeah, you don't have to act sorry Pete, I know you and my dad have some weird lovers thing going on, you don't have to hide it from me anymore.”

“What?” Pete questions, “Me and you're dad, we're not, no.”

The truck stops at a stop sign and Jack looks over at Pete. “Look, Maverick, I know you and my dad are in love and have been in love since you met, there's no point in even trying to deny it now that my mom's dead. Isn't that what you and my dad have been waiting for? For her to not be around anymore so you can have your weird homoerotic relationship publicly?”

The car starts moving again as Maverick and Jack fall into an even more uncomfortable silence than the first one.

About 5 minutes later Pete breaks it. “For the record I wasn't aware that I was in love with your dad until 2001, which was 15 years after I met him and at least 7 years after he met your mom and 5 years after you were born and 3 years after your sister was born. Not that that helps. And this also probably doesn't help but if anything I was happy that your dad married your mom, if he hadn't there was a good chance one if not both of us would have been dishonorably discharged.”

Jack seemingly ignored what Pete said. Maverick knew his comment wouldn't help yet he'd still opened his big mouth, that makes everything worse.

It was a long quiet ride the rest of the way to the hospital. The moment the car stopped Pete jumped out and started heading inside.

“I'm here to see Kazansky, Thomas Kazansky,” Maverick blurted the moment he reached the front desk.

The lady behind the desk looked tired as she asked “What's your relation to Mr. Kazansky?”

Pete reaches up and grabs the chain around his neck and pulls his dog tags out and shows one of them to the nurse.

“Military people.” She says under her breath before telling him, “Room 109, down the hall on the right, the door is on the left side.”

“Thanks,” Pete said before tearing off down the hall.

When Pete reached Tom’s door he paused in front of it staring at it like it was gonna open on its own, or try and kill him if he touched it. Finally Pete reached for the door handle and opened the door.

Maverick walked through the door and looked towards the bed in the room. His breath caught in his throat. Ice was lying back on a pile of pillows white as the blanket covering him. There was a pile of tissues on the bedside table, Pete could see blood on at least 5 of them.

“Hey, how ya doing Ice?” Pete asked, worry thick in his voice.

Ice cleared his throat before speaking, “About as well as I can be Mav.”

Maverick approached his bed, “Well that’s good, I wouldn’t expect any less from my wingman.”

“Where are you expecting flattery like that to get you?”

“A spot on the bed next to you maybe?”

Tom scooted over to make room for Pete on the bed, patting the empty space beside him.

“Thanks,” Pete grunted, sitting down next to Ice.

Tom rested his head against Pete’s shoulder.

“I heard about Sarah, I’m sorry I wasn’t there when it happened.” Pete said.

“It’s fine Mav, it’s not like you could have done anything.”

Pete nodded, “I still feel bad though. But that’s not the most important thing right now, what have they decided is wrong with you?”

Tom paused for a second, “They think it's throat cancer.”

Pete's breath catches in his throat. He knows what cancer can do to a person, he watched Carole wither away with sickness, he imagines Ice going through the same thing and starts tearing up at the thought. Pete doesn't want to watch that happen to Tom, to his wingman, he can't watch that happen.

“Are they sure?” Pete asks, his voice as strong as he can force it to be.

“No,” Tom says, “But they're pretty sure that's what it is”

“No,” Pete sobs, “No it can't be, I can't go through this shit again, I can't watch another one of my friends die while I stand by helplessly. This can't be happening.”

Just then Mercedes walks through the door.

“Oh, uh, do you want me to leave?” Mercedes asked politely

“No,” Maverick said, wiping his eyes, “Stay.”

“Okay,” Mercedes said grabbing the bedside chair and pulling it up next to the bed.

“I saw Jack in the waiting room,” Mercedes commented. “He said he told you about mom.” She said to Maverick.

This is unfinished but this is the prologue to the last story thing that I wrote

[anangelwhodidntfall]

109 Days : Simon "Ghost" Riley

Call Of Duty Masterlist

word count: 750

description: he never stopped searching for you

109 days. 109 days since you were captured by the enemy, blind folded, thrown into a truck, chained up and tortured. You never gave them intel on 141 and Ghost your partner never stopped searching for you. 

Bruises, cuts, burns, broken bones, a gunshot wound in your thigh. You took all the torture they inflicted on you, still holding out hope that maybe just maybe your team was still looking for you. 

You were slowly slipping away but you heard what you thought was fighting and shouting following by bullets being shot. A second later you heard the door open and you wondered what fate awaited you. Ghost broke down the door and saw you handing there in your chairs. He felt sick as he made his way over to you, you didn't look human anymore. 

"Dear god, lovie what have they done to you?" He asked you as he started undoing your chains. 

Once your chains were undone, he grabbed you and held you tightly to his chest, the smell of rain and cigarettes filling your nose. You held on to him silently crying that you were finally back with him and free from your captors. 

"I've got you now love, I won't let anything anything happen to you again." He whispered into your ear and you swore you could hear his voice crack slightly. 

He lifted you into his arms and carried you out, carefully avoiding the bodies the were littered on the ground outside the building. You held on to him tightly afraid that there was still a chance you weren't leaving this building with him. His grip never faltered, even he got into the back of the vehicle with you. 

"Dear god..." Soap said speechless upon seeing you. 

"Let's get out of here Soap." He said not taking his eyes or hand off of you. 

He brushed some hair out of your face, and scanned your body trying to figure out all your injuries. He held you close, one hand on the back of your head, and the other around your waist, needing to have you close to him as possible. 

The truck finally stopped and Ghost stood up while holding you, being careful not to make your injuries worse. He carried you into the safe house and upstairs to a room where he set you down gently on the bed. 

"Please...please don't leave me." You said weakly holding on to him. 

"I'm not going anywhere love, I'm always gonna be right here." He said softly sitting on the bed next to you, lacing his hand with yours. 

Gaz walked in carrying in his equipment and wincing when he saw your current state. He began assessing your major injuries such as your broken wrist.  Ghost kept a tight grip on you as Gaz examined your wrist. 

"I know this going to hurt like hell, but I need to pop it back into place until we get back to base." Gaz said. 

You immediately shook your head no at the thought, you couldn't handle anymore pain. Ghost sigh pulled his sleeve done over his arm, before offering you his arm. 

"Bite down on my arm love, your wrist will be fixed in no time." He said gently. 

You hesitantly put his arm in your mouth, as he held you down with your arm, nodding to Gas before turning back to you.

"Ready.....1.....2..3." Gaz said popping your wrist back into place. 

You screamed in pain biting down on Ghost's arm, the tears spilling down your face as Ghost let you up so Gaz could bandage it. 

"You did so good love, Gaz is gonna wrap it up and then let you rest for bit, okay?" He said brushing some your hair out of your face. 

You nodded your head at him feeling Gaz wrap your hand as Ghost sat there with you holding your other hand. 

"You are all good, I'm gonna let you rest before we finish cleaning your wounds and everything. Glad to have you back." Gaz said giving you a soft smile.

"Thank you." You said as he left the room. 

Once he was out the room, Ghost stood up closing the door and blinds before kicking his shoes off and crawling into the bed next you and wrapping you in his embrace. 

"Thank you for saving me.." You said quietly. 

"There's nothing in this world that will keep me from you love." He said placing a kiss on your forehead. 

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 108)

People were beginning to pack, the launch scheduled in the next four days.

Truthfully, they had been. Bit by bit, trying to cram as much as they could into a single suitcase each… because that is how much the weight limit allowed. One small suitcase for every adult drone, tucked under their sleeping pods for the duration of the journey on Copper-9's only… and most uncomfortable, commercial space flight.

Honestly… Uzi didn't have a lot she wanted to take with her. Her laptop, yup, it would be the last thing packed away though as it was currently in use researching remedies and diagnosis for an extremely sick toddler with sudden and apparently vivid nightmares.

The parts to her railgun she'd never actually gotten fixed. She got busy and dead drone parts were an absolute biohazard now, so no power source, thankfully all the parts unassembled left plenty of room for everything else…

Which aside from some extra clothes… nothing else seemed all that important. Sure there were plenty of old sketchbooks or trinkets she could take, but… she wasn't attached to much of it.

And N was even worse. The only thing he packed aside from a spare set of clothes was a tiny unlabeled box that he told Uzi not to open until they touched down on Titanium-28. Which kinda made her want to snoop on what it was… but she restrained herself.

Or. More accurately. She was too busy with everything else to get the time to see what it was secretly.

Which left still. Plenty of room.

And so… all of Tera's toys were going to go with them. Even the stupid, red plastic lizard that now was half chewed into nothing. A bit like Guys hand.

Which filled it up a bit more, so… when it was time to leave, they would pack Bishops owl blanket.

Uzi stared at the finished creation that was “The Shuttle.”

Tera snuggled up in what was essentially a pouch next to her core, the sound and warmth seemingly the only thing keeping her calm enough to sleep and eat. She'd stick her head out sometimes, little purple eyelights peering out over the edge before they disappeared again.

She was… near silent now. Except for her cries in the middle of the night or soft, yet threating growls when anyone other then her mom, dad or little brother tried so much as even touch her.

Uzi walked through the big aluminum door that would seal them all in when the time came, after walking up the launch strut stairs, if there was one thing she didn't miss is the extra weight or exhaustion of growing a whole being…

But she was surprised to see a person already standing in the shuttle, walking slowly, looking at every panel, every pod, every device with… awe, maybe?

“Mom?”

Nori turned around with a shocked look on her face. “Uzi! What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside with the little ones?”

Tera poked her head out and hissed. Uzi couldn't see it, but her right eyelight flickered yellow for a breif moment.

“Ah.” Nori chuckled as Uzi smiled warily. “Thought getting her some fresh air might help.” Uzi explained, stroking her hand down the large pouch Tera was in, when Nori stepped closer, Tera balled herself up as close as possible to her moms core and refused to move.

“I wanted to come see your handiwork. Khan went on and on about it. Had to see it for myself up close.” The older woman smiled. “You got your brains from me, clearly.”

Uzi found her heart swelling just at the thought of her mother's pride, though it fell a moment later.

“I-If you were alive… even just as a core thing or whatever. Like you said, why didn't you come back?”

Nori seemed to flinch, as if not expecting or not liking the question, she paused for a moment.

“I was… looking for something.” She replied after a breif period of silence.

“What was it?”

…

“A patch. It's supposed to make the solver easier to control. No… surprise takeovers or… instincts that get too loud.” She explained. “I knew you had it, same as me. I wanted to give you an easier go… but after the rot started creeping in. I ran out of time.”

Uzi sighed. “It would have been easier if you were there…”

Nori looked at her, sadly. “I'm sure it would have been… that's where we're most similar I think though, once we get our minds set to something. We see it through…”

She gestures to the ship around them. “Point. This.” And she smiles. “I never would have thought about using the busted up old pods as parts to make an escape shuttle. I didn't think there would be enough of us left to pull something this size off, being honest.”

“It wasn't easy… there was a lot of people that started off too scared to help… but uh… I did accidentally announce I was pregnant during the pitch so-”

Nori near threw her head back in a laugh. “HAH! And then if they said no they'd feel like monsters… nice.”

Tera didn't like the laugh. She shuffled in her pouch.

“Kid doesn't like me.” Nori pointed out.

“Ah… no… I can't figure out why… she's loved almost everyone else, and then she got sick!”

“Hm.” Nori hummed, sliding her hand over one of the pods she was standing next to. “I kinda chalk that up with me not having my anti-virus be updated in… ten or so years. That's probably my bad.”

“Maybe….” Uzi huffed. She was frustrated and worried and confused because nothing was quite adding up even though the answer felt like it was right in front of her face- Ugh.

“Chin up. You do the best with the knowledge that you have.” Nori shrugged.

Uzi blinked.

“What did you just say?”

“Hm? You do the best with the knowledge that you have?”

She blinked again.

“Did you hear N say that or something?”

Nori blinked as well, and took a beat to respond. “Oh! Yes I did! That's where I got it from. Figured it might be comforting to hear his little saying or- whatever.” She waved her hand as if waving off the interaction.

Well… that was weird.

“I should head back and help your father pack… he's trying to fit all his tools into one suitcase. And it's not going to happen.”

She walked off, though as she went past Uzi Tera went mental in her pouch, shuffling and hissing though it's muffled behind the cloth.

“Alright. Calm down… shhhh my little bat.” She stroked the pouch again, hearing a sound off of different chirps and chatters that took a second to register…

She furrowed her brow. Thinking for a moment before she dailed up the audible frequency of her audials.

Squeak! “Danger!”

Chi! “Wrong!”

Prrap! “Away!”

Each sound that Tera made suddenly shifted into a much more understandable word, since when that was even a thing she didn't know… but Bishop was born doing it, and Tera had been rather early… how long has she been missing words because she was tuned to listen for the same audible frequencies as a human?

Uzi blinked as she looked back in the direction her mother had went. But she was already back within the bunker…

Consumed with curiosity, and a growing sense of anxiety. She unfurled her wings and flew to the tip of the shuttle, pointed upwards, ready to go.

The black and red spiderwebbing rot was everywhere. There was a fence that went around the outer perimeter of the bunker, and it was the only thing separating them from it, like it was somehow holding it back.

V had said it was getting close. But she surely didn't mean…

Her eyes hollowed as she looked out further, between the buildings that were bring consumed and drug underneath the decaying crust there was a great, shambling mass.

Hundreds, thousands of dead drones come back to life, tumbling over each other, crawling, if they had to, in a near march to them.

Some of them were attached to each other, the black tendrils growing into each other like a runaway fungus and conjoining them, dragging one across the ground as the other two carried on in lockstep.

It quite literally took her breath away. There were so many, from every side. Every disposed of drone that ever existed on Copper-9 converging onto one single point.

Them.

Next ->

[universesweetheart]

Bad Dream (Dazai x Reader)

Art credits to haru9033 on Twitter (X or whatever the new name is)

Look at my cinnamon bun, my sweet baby. He's safe in my bed y'all! This is 100% self-indulgent because my therapy is until the 18th so I needed a distraction after reading chapter 109.

In which we have a nightmare (chapter 109 is the fucking nightmare) and Dazai comforts us to the best of his abilities. He's trying ok!

Should I write comfort for Sigma? When I get my hands on that rat!

Bye now - Mars ♡

Your eyes shot open, big and filled to the brim with tears. You felt your heart beating out of your chest, the muscle pumping larger amounts of blood under the silly impression that you’re dying. You were dying. It felt so, at least.

This unbearable tight feeling in your chest, like someone had your heart in their hands and was continuously wringing. Tighter and tighter. Your throat, stiff and dry, made your body feel worse. You could barely get a word out.

Dreams have a funny way of feeling too real and your silly little brain confuses reality with them. But it felt so real.

An overwhelmingly dreadful feeling engulfs your chest.

Breathe. Breathe.

The man beside you sleeping peacefully, or so it looked. Your legs intertwined with each other, and his head rested up against your breast without fully being on top of you. You try to calm yourself down, not wanting to wake your lover. It’s rare he gets any sleep. His own mind a steady home for ugly thoughts.

Gently you push him away from your body and get up, making your way to the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of cold water and chug it down.

“Bella…” Dazai calls from the doorway, his face filled with sleep and his hair messy yet he still managed to look beautiful. He’s always beautiful.

“Oh… Osamu” you said weakly with a smile. “Just got a bit thirsty” you lie. You’ve figured out a while ago that it’s impossible to lie to him. The man was simply too smart.

Dazai smiled and approached you, his hands finding homage on your waist. “Bad dream?” he asked and leaned down holding you close. He rubbed his cheek against yours.

You nod, “I can’t hide anything from you huh?” his grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly. “No.”

He hums and leads you back to your bedroom. “Come, sit” he sits down on the bed leaning against the headboard and pulls you down onto his lap, “Tell me about it” His voice low and gentle. He radiates a certain comfort, or maybe it was because you’ve grown to love him so dearly that you naturally seek comfort from him.

Dazai places a kiss on your forehead, his hand rubbing your back trying to soothe you.

“Osamu…I…” You take a deep breath, “you… you died” your voice breaks and the tears roll down your cheeks. He brings his other hand up to your cheek, wiping away your tears. “I know it’s just a dream, but it felt too real and-and” you bury your face into the crook of his neck. His scent working as a grounding method, you breathe him in deeply. He smells like home.

Your home.

“I just don’t want to lose you” the tears kept flowing and your voice trembles as you speak.

“Bella I’m here” Dazai pulls you closer to his body as if to prove his point. “Right here my love” he leans down and kisses you. The kiss is slow, long, sloppy and each passing second, he presses himself closer into you. “I’m not going anywhere” he whispers against your lips.

He knows he’s contradicting himself. He knows. He knows he sounds like a hypocrite because he’s always mentioning suicide and asking you to die alongside him but right now. Right now, seeing you like this, crying and trembling he feels his heart breaks to pieces. And crying because of a stupid dream of him dying makes it even worse.

He knows it’s selfish but how he’s happy. Because he feels so loved right now. You’re crying over him, even if it’s just his dream self, you’re still crying for him. His heart does a little flutter. Still his main priority is comforting you, he’s no stranger to nightmares and you’re always there to comfort him when he’s bothered by his own ugly thoughts and dreams.

But Dazai felt so helpless, and he uttered out the most cliché words, but he couldn’t help it. Not when his love is trembling in fear right in his arms. 

“Samu you” you exhales, trying to find your composure but every time you think you’ve stopped crying the minute you look into his eyes the tears start coming again. It was horrible, the image of your nightmare just replaying in your head.

Wrapping your hands around him you hug him tightly, you’re afraid he may not be able to breathe so you release it a bit. “Don’t fucking die” you threaten and Dazai can’t help but smile. This woman.

“Bella sshh” he seeks out your lips, kissing you again. “M’here, right here, yeah?” he pulls back and hold your face with both hands and rests his forehead against yours.

You’ve calmed down a bit, forehead resting against his. “Osamu, just” you found it hard to speak. Your body slightly trembling, seeking your lover’s touch.  “Don’t move, just hold me…please”

He wraps his arms tighter around your form, you snuggle into him and close your eyes.

Dazai found himself humming softly and patting your back in a comforting manner. He kept doing so until he felt your light snore and the slower heartbeat. The steady thump thump thump comforting him.

“I love you very much and I won’t leave” he whispered and placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

.

That night Dazai Osamu stayed awake and kept his lover tightly secured in his arms, looking over and comforting them.

[allied-mastercunt]

How would yandere AM and Ted be like if reader starts to develop Stockholm syndrome

Yandere!AM and Ted when reader develops Stockholm Syndrome

To make this even more fun, let's assume that Reader is Ted's darling whose Stockholm Syndrome really kicks up for AM. So much so, that they stop caring for Ted as much and only want AM's attention and affection.

Why? Because it would make Ted go mad and slightly yandere-fy. And as we all know, that's the shit on this blog.

You see, a part of AM's manipulation when it comes to Ted mind is making him view people in a very shallow, disgusting way. The same way he viewed all the women he conned, except even worse.

He has absolutely no respect for you after 109 years of all the shit AM pulled you through.

You may now ask what I'm getting at. You see, this situation causes a very interesting love triangle, in a way.

You, the poor, way too trusting soul, first clinging to Ted, now clinging so much to AM, seeking out his love and attention, if one could even call it that.

Ted, the not-so-gallant knight, who used to have you at his every whim with just a few sweet words and gentle touches, now more and more desperate to get you wrapped around his little finger again.

And of course, AM. The puppeteer. The observer. The one playing around with the two of you as he sees fit.

AM absolutely loves how the dynamic between the two of you switched!

Before, you were clinging to Ted and enjoying every crumb of "love" he'd give you.

Now, you were trying your best to get AM to notice you, to pay attention to you, to do absolutely anything for the supercomputer.

And Ted hated it. He absolutely despised how instead of still clinging to him, you were now basically AM's bitch. He tried everything to get you back at his side.

AM, on the other hand, thrives in this situation.

Your innocent, worship-like adoration for him is so pathetically adorable!

And Ted losing his mind trying to get your attention on him again? It's the most entertaining thing he witnessed in ages! And are those grey hairs on the pretty boy's head? Oh, what a show it is!

AM adores it, truly! And you know what? He'll make it worse!

He'll be very obvious about you being his favorite. It causes so much tension, delicious tension!

He's so fascinated by just how far he can take it.

And he will, of course, test it.

[guabie]

YALLL I FUCKING CANTTTTTT ANYMORE 😭😭

Tell me WHY the fic I was reading got deleted overnight 😭😭😭😭😭 that mf had 108 chapters and was ongoing!!!! Like bro I literally woke up and I was at the end of chapter 50 ye and I press the next chapter button just to get hit with “sorry we couldn’t find the work you were looking for” man LOOK HARDER THEN

WORSE i go check the comments (mind u this shit has 3,256 comments) and the page has the audacity to say “sorry this work doesn’t allow comments” really, REALLY 😤

I THEN GO TO THE AUTHORS PAGE and it only has one work up 😭😭😭😭 and it’s not the one I was reading (MYYY SHAYLLAAA)

Even more horrid is the fact that the fic uploaded overnight cuz I looked at the chapters and it was then 109/? Like plssss don’t fuck with meeeee

I woke up early to read (5 mf am)

[loveinthevein]

"Sure Ain't Sweet"

chapter three

It’s been two days since John stopped by and Y/N hadn’t forgotten a single detail. It lingered in the back of Y/N’s mind every single day at every single time. 

When she cooked, she thought about him. When she worked, she thought of him. When she wrote, almost half of her poems and thoughts had something to do with this festering feeling she forced herself not to recognize. It was never ending. And what made it worse, was that she hadn’t seen John ever since. He wasn’t even practicing in his apartment anymore, it was silent up there.

Oddly enough, Y/N was even more restless than she’s ever been before without it. 

She was outside taking a walk, trying to block out her thoughts by blasting her music. She fidgeted with the cord, her eyes darting around as if she was looking for something … or maybe someone. She didn’t know. But her eyes fell on Paul, who was stepping out of a corner store lighting a cigarette on the other side of the street. 

“Paul!” She found herself calling out before she could stop herself. 

Damn it, Y/N …

Y/N hurried across the street, almost getting hit due to her frenzy. Paul watched as Y/N scurried up to him, his eyebrow raised. He thought she finally lost her mind. “What happened?” He asked, taking his cigarette out his mouth and letting out a puff of smoke.

“Uh,” Y/N was overcome with regret. She knew full well Paul would relay this to John, and right now she was looking like a desperate bastard. “... I- I, um- I … How’s John?” 

“I don’t know.” He mumbled, shrugging his shoulders and turned to look elsewhere. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?” 

“Uh. Pardon?”

“Go talk to him yourself. He’d be bloody thrilled to see you.” He had extra emphasis on the word you. He shook his head, and took another drag of his cigarette. “Yeah. Uh, ta-ra Y/N.”

He turned to walk away, Y/N stood there completely dumbfounded. Paul was absolutely never this nonchalant towards even the mention of John. Had they gotten into a fight or something? John and Paul would be the last people Y/N expected to have a kerfuffle so bad that they don’t talk to each other. She shook her head, and turned around to head back to the complex. 

For once, she actually wanted to speak to John. Mainly because she was nosy, nothing more. Well, kinda more … but that’s not the point!

She walked inside, hurried up the stairs, and walked all the way down the hall to Room 109. John’s room. She was hesitant, taking in a deep breath. Now that she was here, she didn’t know if she wanted to now. Her eyes flicked down to her feet … and then her heart dropped. The door had opened, and her eyes immediately shot up to meet John’s gaze. The two stared at each other for a long while, neither of them expecting this little surprise. John looked a bit lost in thought, maybe even sullen, but his face immediately lit up.

“Hello, Y/N.” He said softly. It wasn’t taunting, teasing, not even provoking in the slightest. He was neutral. Oddly neutral. 

“Hello, John.” Y/N murmured back. “I haven’t seen, or heard you in a while.” Her face already started to flush with regret and embarrassment. “Usually- Usually, I wouldn’t care. As a matter o’ fact, I don’t care! I- I just wanted to … I don’t know, see if you’re still alive.”

“I’m fine.” Y/N narrowed his eyes. He didn’t even laugh. Usually he laughed whenever she became all screwed up like that. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” 

“... Can I come inside?” 

John’s eyebrows raised a bit, a little smirk finally splaying on his face. “Yeah, come in.”

Y/N and John sat together on the couch, John’s gaze blankly glued on a random place on the wall. Y/N’s eyes were glued on him.

“John,”

“Yeah?”

“What’s really going on?”

“... Since when were you interested?” He let out a dry chuckle, shifting his gaze to her.

“Well, forgive me for caring! I-”

“Relax, relax. I’m not complaining. I didn’t think you’d ever really care about my issues.” 

He stared into Y/N’s eyes for a minute, his little smile falling. He then suddenly sat up, and scooted a bit closer to her. “Me and Paul aren’t on the best of terms right now-”

“I figured. I asked him about you today, he didn’t seem too excited to talk.”

“... Awh.” He grinned, a real genuine grin spreading on his face. “Did you really? That’s cute. Adorable, really.”

“Belt up, don’t ruin it.” John chuckled, then he lowered his gaze and sighed.

“You’re pretty funny, Y/N.” He looked back up at Y/N, his gaze soft and gentle. “Well, aside from when you have a real cob on.” The two chuckled, and John gently placed his hand on Y/N’s. 

“You know, I meant what I said before.”

“What?”

“At the park, when I … you- when I said you’re my favorite gal.” He gently tangled his fingers between Y/N’s, and leaned a bit closer. “I really did.”

There was a silence between the two. They just started in each other’s eyes, still and unmoving.

“... I- I don’t … I guess … I know I say I do, but I don’t hate you … THAT much. Some things about you are pretty nice.”

“Like?”

“You sing well.”

“I thought you hated-”

“I said I don’t, okay? You’re … You’re decent.” Y/N was silent for a few minutes, John waiting for her next word on bated breath.

“I like … I like your dedication to your band, I guess.” She started to choke on her words now, stammering and tripping over each one. John caught onto this, and leaned in a bit closer. 

“I get it, I get it. You wanna know what I like about you? I like that you’re caring. I like how neat you are … I like your voice, your hair, your smile … even though I don’t see it much. I like the way you fuss, how fun it is to make you mad … I like the way you look at me from time to time-”

“Pa- Pardon?”

“Hm? Oh, surely you know what I mean. I told you, Y/N, I see you.” His eyes flicked down to Y/N’s lips, then back up to her eyes. “I really saw you when you came to my apartment that day. Why won’t you talk to me about that? It seemed like you had a lot to say.”

“I don’t-”

“Oh, come off it.” He teased in a mocking voice. “Why else would you blag about every time I bring it up?”

“Why is it so important to you?!”

“Because I think you might like me more than you say you do.”

Y/N recoiled, immediately getting overly defensive. “Have you lost your mind?! I don’t- I don't like you! I- I hate you!” She rose up from the couch, heaving. “You’re insufferable, and- and you sit here and you act like a goddamn whopper, and-”

John abruptly rose to his feet and took Y/N’s hands, and leaned down to her eye level. “Hush now. No one’s judging you. You know why, Y/N?” John’s eyes flickered mischievously, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I like you too. I mean, I think I make that obvious, don’t I?” 

Y/N gasped and jerked her hands away, backing up with her hands shaking. John’s words, although lighthearted, hit Y/N like a brick. Her mouth hung open as she stammered, her face reddening like her red mock turtleneck, her chest heaving and her heart pounding in her ears. “Jo- John! I- You- I can’t … wha-”

“Relax, Y/N. What's got you all worked up? Are you really that surprised? Or maybe you’re surprised with yourself. Maybe you’ve come terms with it, hah, and you’re just now realizing-”

“I’m going home!” Y/N suddenly blurted out, whirling around and walking so fast she might as well have been sprinting out. She slammed the door behind her, leaving John, in all honesty, a bit taken aback this time. A little disappointed too. 

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sorry that i've been pumping out so much of these chapters, i've been having a lot of fun with this fic so i've been pretty locked in ^.^

i WILL be working on another one soon ... stay tuned for that one

[@katiebuggg more like katieloveee because im biggest fan #2 ]

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Chapter 110 is 13 pages long welcome to hell!!! so in a lot of ways this is just more fuel for a theory that I've had for a few weeks now, that's only gotten stronger with each recent season 5 episode, which is that the last episode of the season is gonna end on 110, and that Asagiri/Harukawa and Bones have been collaborating to make this happen, specifically because it's a major turning point that would be the only good place to end the season on.

When we started getting especially long chapters again (like from 25-35ish pages, with the exception of 107.5, the last two being some of the longest we've ever had), at first I just assumed that Asagiri/Harukawa got freed up from some other obligations they'd been having to cause the extremely short/half chapters, like promotional stuff for the anime/Beast movie, or working on light novels. But then 109 happened, with the "supposed" death of Dazai, and heavy emphasis at the end on how literally everyone is at their lowest point right now, and I got to thinking. 11 episodes is a strangely specific number for an anime season -- why not 12, or 13, or even 10, like you'd usually see? Why have we gotten suddenly gotten two 35 page chapters out of nowhere, that's almost unheard of at this point? They're both beautiful chapters, don't get me wrong (as always), and maybe A/H simply just didn't want to cut them in halves because they felt like the full emotional impact wouldn't hit/that there were no good cutoff points in them, but you can't deny that it's surprising, after all the shorter chapters we've been getting. Why has the anime been going at such insanely breakneck pacing for the most part ever since around the Sunday Tragedy chapters, even more so than it has in the past? So much so that it feels dangerously close to overtaking the manga?

Well, maybe, just maybe, it's because..... Asagiri decided a long time ago that whatever happens in 110 is the only point that feels "season finale"-worthy enough, in an arc that still isn't anywhere close to being completely wrapped up, and so both the manga and the anime have been specifically coordinated to reach that part within 2 and a half weeks of each other?

I've seen a lot of people now think season 5 will end with 109, and as much as my sadistic side would find that hilarious, I honestly don't think they'd do that and realistically don't want it to happen; it'd be so cruel to cliffhanger the anime for years like that, and just doesn't feel like a season cliffhanger BSD would do, a series that is ultimately hopeful and uplifting. Seasons 2 and 3 had a positive, conclusive ending; the only reasons seasons 1 and 4 didn't was because they're technically not really full seasons of their own, and are more like the first cour of another "season" that also came out that same year (seasons 1 and 2 both aired in 2016, so they're more like one big season, and seasons 4 and 5 have both aired this year, so they're also more like one big season, again taking into account how episodes 12 and 50 are not satisfying finales like episodes 24, 37, and hypothetically, 61, are). I really can't see season 5 ending with Dazai and Fukuzawa's supposed deaths, Sigma being unconscious and maybe close to death, Atsushi being vulnerable and limbless again, everyone we love still vampires, and the entire world being basically doomed; that's just too depressing and not like BSD at all. However, having said that, if it doesn't end there, there really isn't any good place to end the season before that, either, that feels in any way satisfying or like a finale at all. And so, to me, that only leaves after 109: chapter 110.

I think things are really gonna turn around next chapter. Like I said, everyone is at their lowest point right now, it cannot possibly get any worse, the framing of Dazai, Fukuzawa, and sskk at the end of 109 is telling us that; this is the time for the heroes to finally start winning again, with Aya being so close to pulling out the sword, and for all the thematic reasons other people have talked about to death that I don't need to go into here again. This upcoming chapter being so short again makes a part of me wary of 110 being "the one", so to speak, I won't lie, but at the same time, it's very possible that it needs to be that short because that's all the final episode of the season will be able to reasonably fit in, since it's already gonna be VERY close if they do make it all the way to 109. And at the end of the day, I don't doubt at all that Asagiri and Harukawa can make these the most monumental and game-changing mere 13 pages ever if they wanted to; a chapter does not at all need to be extremely long in order to be an important and impactful one, even if short ones we've gotten in the past haven't felt the most important.

An additional thought I've had, though this is much more crack territory than all this already is, is that since we know from Anime Expo that a Stormbringer movie at some point is highly likely (judging from Asagiri's reaction when someone brought it up), it's possible that chapter 110 and thus the final episode will involve the long-anticipated return of Verlaine and/or Adam, or at least some other major reference to Stormbringer, that would naturally and smoothly lead into a Stormbringer movie to explain things to people who haven't read the novel. It would make a lot of sense, especially since the s4 OP has the Old World sign behind Chuuya, which might be a hint that this has been in the works ever since seasons 4/5 were first in planning with Asagiri. We also know that Dazai and Chuuya's voice actors apparently struggled to record their lines together this season, which probably relates to 101 and possibly 109, but it could be 110 too.... I could be very wrong, as I'm no expert on this kind of thing, but I kinda doubt they would bring Chuuya's actor in for just the vampire growls, and Asagiri placing heavy emphasis on Chuuya's importance this season in that one interview gives me the impression that he's talking about much more than just 101/109. But that's the least solid evidence I have, that's just mostly based on vibes I get.

So basically, I think a lot of factors -- the unusual episode count, how close the anime is to catching up to the manga with three whole episodes left, the seemingly arbitrary recent chapter lengths, and the climactic events of 109 -- can tell us that 110 might be a very, VERY big deal. Again, there's of course no way this arc is anywhere near close to being finished, with so much left to address and resolve, but since it is currently incomplete in the manga, unlike the previously adapted arcs, if the anime was going to adapt it at all, they'd have to find a place that feels satisfying enough to end this season, knowing there won't be more anime for a long time after this, and so I think they specifically planned for that, from both Bones' and A/H's sides. 10 episodes might not have been enough to reach that point, but 12 or 13 might have been too many it wouldn't have been if Bones actually decided to slow down and let the story breathe the way it needs to, but this post isn't meant to criticize the anime, so maybe 11 was just right. And maybe Asagiri and Harukawa specifically pushed to make recent chapters longer than usual, in order to make sure that the manga reached the story content in 110 the monthly release right before season 5 was to end.

Is this just copium? Absolutely. Am I going to look like an absolute clown in two days when this post ages like milk? Probably. But the evidence is There, so let me just enjoy my delusions until Sunday, okay 🥂🫡

[cottonpuffmouse]

A Stray’s Favorite Lap

Dazai x Fem!Reader in which a convict is finally released from prison and desperate for release. Reader is his long term girlfriend and knows just how to comfort her man. Tenderness ensues.

{AO3 Link}

Tags: Smut(so 18+ only), All Comfort No Hurt, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Very Light Dom/Sub Undertones, Missionary, Teasing, Alcohol is drank by both parties.

Author’s note: Welp. Here we are. I’ve only said a thousand times not to fall for this man. But hereeee we are. PS, Chapter 109 was a publication mistake.

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You woke up to the sound of your door handle jiggling.

The ominous way it shook in the dark, moving just enough for the moonlight to catch the silver. You were frozen in fear until your rational brain reminded you there was a plan for this. With a practiced hand, you opened your nightstand, withdrew your hand gun, and slid onto the floor on the other side of the bed. You peeked over the bedsheets as your heart pounded and you crushed the fabric under your hands. You took deep breaths to try and calm your shaking hands.

Without trigger discipline, you would have shot at the sound of the lock catching. Or at the slow, dramatic way the door opened like magician’s trick. You nearly shot at the shadow that started to slink into your home until he spoke,

“Ah, are you not home? I thought you’d be waiting by the door-”

“I’m home!” You cried, scrambling over the bed towards him.

Your long term, on and off again, lover/boyfriend accept your desperate hug with a happy sigh. Honest emotion went far to make Dazai feel comfortable so you squeezed him with all the fear and anger and love that had been steeping in you for the last month. His clothes were strange on him, likely not his at all as you saw the name tag read: Minazuki. But there was no blood on them, they even smelled fresh. You dug your hands into his shirt to remind yourself it was truly him you were holding.

“You jerk!” You cried. “When you said you were going away for awhile, I didn’t think you meant this long! Where were you?”

“Aww, are you scared I was in some other girl’s arms? Don’t be nervous, I’ve been good,” he teased, wrapping his own arms around you and swaying with you. He hugged you tightly as he sang, “I was somewhere much, much worse. Wanna guess?”

You glared at his grinning face. You’d long accepted that Osamu would do as he pleased, no matter it’s effect on you. He was very selfish in this way and never understood why you couldn’t accept that as a fact of his being rather than a piece of him to fix.

After a moment of glaring from you, he looked serious. “I was in prison-”

“Oh be serious for God’s sakes!” You cried, smacking his arm.

“I am. I was released hours ago. I had to walk here because I don’t have a single yen on me. Even beggars get more pity than I did.”

You rolled your eyes and waited for his serious face to dissolve into his ‘gotcha’ smirk. Dazai stared at you and looked…tired. His body seemed to be leaning more on you than usual, his eyes were dull instead of clever and sharp, his skin felt cool to the touch.

“Osamu!” You gasped.

In the sort of way you knew he loved, you pulled him inside and quickly sat him at your table. Without seeing him, you could feel his small victorious smirk as he got exactly what he wanted. You dragged the blanket from your bed to wrap around his shoulders.

“Aha, thanks,” he said as he shuffled the fabric to his liking.

“You must be starving,” you insist.

“No, no. I’m alright-” Dazai was interrupted by his stomach howling.

He looked away guilty. “Well maybe if you have something quick.”

You kissed his forehead, which gave him this cute boyish blush, and made your way to the kitchen. From there you started to assemble a simple meal for him: rice, miso soup, and grilled fish. When you pulled the fish from the fridge, Dazai groaned.

“No. I had that every day for breakfast. Something else,” he whined.

Knowing he couldn’t see you, you rolled your eyes again. Starving men were apparently quite picky these days. You looked around in your fridge and in your pantry before you saw something that you both might want to eat.

“How about crab cakes?”

“It will do!” He said with a bored wave of his hand. Dazai rested his cheek on his fist as he watched you pull out the ingredients. You both knew he’d prefer to scarf down the can, swallow it with a mouthful of sake, and curl up to sleep on your floor. But you also both knew that this was a human household, that you demanded he treat himself with respect or not come at all.

He almost always chose to come.

“Okay but you have to chop the parsley,” You said, getting the parsley from your fridge.

You brought the herb to where he was at your table with a cutting block and knife. Dazai set to work without complaint and started to look quite comfortable.

It was always a treat to watch him cut. He was truly awful when it came to using a stove or following a recipe or combining things in a bowl.

But his precision, the way his hands gripped the parsley, the way his fingers curled to protect their tips, and his speed. With every quick thrust of his arm, bits of parsley fell in line. It was all a little breathtaking when he was doing it in the yellow hues of your stove light which, like everything else in the world, made him look beautiful.

Your apartment was soon filled with the rocking of the knife. When you could tear yourself away from his skills, you accompanied it with the swish of your whisk. Without words, you two made soft, soothing music together. Eventually though, you ended it with a crash of cymbals: a frying pan hitting the stove.

A generous amount of oil, the combining of Dazai’s work and yours, and finally, dinner was cooking. The crab cakes fried quickly but left you enough time to make a small side salad topped with ponzu sauce.

In seconds, you plated and served it to him. Dazai didn’t say anything, didn’t allow you the glimpse into his head. He just picked up the chopsticks you provided and brought a small morsel to his mouth. You sat beside him as he chewed, waiting for a verdict.

“ ‘S good,” he said softly after swallowing.

You picked up your own chopsticks to offer him another bite. “Have another then.”

Dazai’s lips closed around your chopsticks, you could briefly feel his tongue move them as he took the bite. You took back your chopsticks and took a bit of the salad in them. He gave a throaty whine at the sight.

“It tastes better when you mix it up. Right now, your mouth is used to the salty, soft fish cake and it’s neutral breading. Now you’ll have that crisp green of cabbage with the tangy, sour ponzu sauce. When you take your next bite of crab cake, it’ll be like the first.”

You explained this concept as though you were talking to someone who’d never eaten before. And indeed, you were trying to soothe the starving animal of his soul. Trying, however futility, to teach him he could trust your words.

The creature must have been placated because he accepted the salad bite. His chewing was loud against the sleeping city and your sleeping neighbors. But it was personal, like he was trying to show you how much he was enjoying each bite. You fed him a bite of crab cake and this time he ate it with a childish happy noise.

“Mmm! You’re right!” He chirped.

He could be such a sunbeam when he let himself, or when he faked it to appease. You basked in the warm glow of Dazai anyways. When you picked up more salad, he shook his head.

“Osamu, you just said I was right-”

He heaved you into a kiss. One moment he’d been sitting in front of you, the next his hands were gripping your shirt, nearly hauling you over the table to press more of you against him. He kissed hard and demandingly, letting his lips drag against yours. It lasted a second then more. Moving out from under the table to get closer to you, the kiss lasted minutes before he let you breathe. When he started to pepper kisses down your neck, you caught onto his game.

“Oh absolutely not!” You cried, pushing him away. “You will finish the damn meal I made you or I will force feed it to you.”

Dazai smiled and moved to kiss you again. “But I’ve missed you. They wouldn’t even let me have an extra pillow to cuddle, you know. So I had to dream of holding something every night, what do you think I chose?”

“Was it me?” You deadpanned.

“It was you!” He cheered, throwing his hands in the air. “So let me-“ Dazai interrupted himself to kiss your jaw and run his fingers over your arm.

He laid his trap as well as he rocked the knife. If you forced him to eat it now, he’d take it as you pushing him away - even if he’d set the trap himself. If you had let him have you, which he clearly wanted with all the shaking desperation of an addict, then his stomach would remain empty and his mood would only worsen throughout the night.

But you were his chosen, his safety, the pillow the guards denied him. So instead of doing either, you took a breath and burst into sobs.

Crying came easily when you thought about him in prison. Whether the tears were bitter or happy or fearful didn’t matter. Dazai was back again and it was worth crying about.

“I was so scared for you! I’m so worried they didn’t feed you enough or let you have enough blankets or let you sleep enough or anything! Osamu, I’m so upset to hear you were treated so-so badly!” You added a sob for good measure to tug on his heart strings. Your shining eyes seemed to beg, ‘Won’t you help me feel better? Just by doing something as simple as eating?’

Dazai grinned as he sat up. “Yes, yes, okay. I’ll eat then. Dry your tears.”

In return for him being kind enough to himself to eat, you scooted behind him. Dazai tensed, his shoulders shooting up towards the ceiling, until you laid a finger on one. You let him feel both your hands on him, assuring him you were holding no weapon that he couldn’t see. You keep the whole of your hand on him as you started to massage his shoulders.

“Ahh, that’s…” He got quiet again. Soon, the only noises were of him eating and your fingers digging into his dress shirt. You dug your thumbs into the knots along his rotator cuff and he moaned. Dazai leaned back against your chest, taking the plate of crab cakes with him.

He looked exceedingly like a lounging prince and you could not resist the urge to pet his hair a little to remind yourself he was not. Dazai hummed at the contact.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Osamu?” You asked, working the soft skin around his collarbone with the tips of your fingers.

Not the type to ever admit to you(or himself) if he was satisfied, he hummed again. A short, vibrating note like a purr.

“You know, I won’t stop if you say you like it. I wouldn’t tease you like-”

“Like I’d tease you?” He countered sharply and quickly.

In a single sentence, his hackles were raised. You let out a soft sigh through your nose and nuzzled his shoulder. “No, Osamu. I like when you tease me. You don’t like being teased, I get it.”

Dazai shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t mind it.”

“Shh,” you soothed, smoothing his bangs down. “I just wanted you to know, I’m here to make you feel better. Not worse.”

He fell silent again and you resumed rubbing him down. Dazai sat up, pulling away from you and you chased after. He turned his head to kiss you and whisper, ‘No, no’. His words were meant to pacify, not to scold, and he showed this by unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Slowly, he let it slide off his shoulders like a beautiful woman letting her yukata slip. His pale, creamy skin looked soft in the domestic glow. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk. But on close inspection, you could see the faintest blush on his cheeks.

This was a new game. Dazai was liable to decide to start a new one at anytime after all. But on this sensual board, you had the upper hand. You leaned down and pressed a devotee’s kiss on his shoulder. He shivered and you shivered at his shiver.

That is what dating Dazai was really like. Action and reaction. Action and reaction.

Action.

You pull his hair back and press a hot, open mouthed kiss on his neck.

Reaction.

He bit his lip with a smile and a laugh you could hear in his chest.

“Mmm, perfect. With teeth. Just how I like it-” He hissed as you nipped at his neck.

Dazai didn’t like pain but he loved to be stimulated by it. You’d long since learned the little places you can bite or pinch to make him sound a little breathier. Your hand ran over his bare chest, your thumb gently passing over his nipple and smirked to yourself as his sharp inhale.

“Do you want dessert, Osamu?” You asked.

“I’m so full of crab. I don’t think I can have another bite,” he mumbled back in a pleasant way.

You stood up and offered your hand to him. Dazai stared at it sadly, like he was waiting for you to pull it away, before he took it. You dragged him to his feet as you’d done a billion times before. You pulled your half naked boyfriend around the house: turning off lights, putting dishes in the sink, and plucked the half empty strawberry nigori from your fridge.

There was always something delightful about sharing a bottle with him in bed. You would sip and dangle it between your fingers until he was done talking. Then he would drink and drink until you finished your thought. Osamu never slipped out of character, even drunk, he was scared to show his true self. However, he got more affectionate with you. He was known to kiss you a little gentler, touch you a little softer, fuck you a little slower. He might not admit it but you could tell; Osamu was savoring you like he did the drink.

While you reminisced, Dazai relieved you of the bottle immediately. Twisting the cap off, he drank wholeheartedly. You realized prison parted him from his other great love besides you and crab: drinking.

When you managed to wrench the bottle out of his hands for a sip yourself, a sip was all you had left. You swallowed the rest of it and let that barest trace of intoxication start to warm you.

“God you are so lucky I have another bottle,” You insisted, reaching back into your fridge.

Dazai decided to hold that too. You heard him crack it open the millisecond you turned to close the fridge. Instantly, your hand shot back and yanked the bottle from his lips and onto yours. The indirect kiss deepened as you swallowed one of his favorite sins. You gulped down the sake, hating the bitterness but loving it’s smooth velvety texture and the way it glided down your throat.

“Just like that,” Dazai purred, and lifted the end of the bottle with a single finger. That teasing look crept into his eyes now that it had the energy to do so. “Take it all for me, okay?”

You shook your head as best you could - both determined to not drink anymore but also not lose a drop to the floor. That bottle was as expensive as it was delicious. Slowly, Dazai pulled it back and winked. Then he drank the entire rest of the bottle in one go.

“Osamu, you can be so silly sometimes,” you whispered as you pulled the empty bottle from his hands.

Dazai licked the sake off his lips before leaning in to lick yours clean to. “I’m cruel,” he whispered against your lips.

“No, Dazai, no,” You assured through the blur of your mind. “You’re toxic,” you said with a nod. “But toxic like the sour candy. Harmless in small doses.”

Dazai laughed and used a hand to stabilize you. You didn’t even know you were swaying. He pulled you against him, guiding you towards your bed. “Candy, huh? You think I’m like candy?”

“Yeah, I think you’re real sweet,” you said before giving him a soft kiss.

He grinned. Dazai laid you on the bed slowly, cradling your head until he could let it touch the pillow. The touch was gentle and lingering as he slowly pulled away. Your eyes followed his hand as it left you to touch Dazai’s chest.

Slowly, he dragged his fingers down his chest, down his stomach, and hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his pants. Osamu was painfully slow about sliding them down his pale thighs, down over his thin calves. Just before they were at his ankles and you were ready to relish in the sound of his belt hitting the floor, Dazai yanked them up to his thighs.

“Wha-“

“You should see your face!” He laughed. It was a cute boyish thing followed by a smirk. “So cute…”

There was something gentle in his eyes tonight despite his teasing. Dazai leaned in for a kiss and smiled when you rushed to meet him. “I missed you,” he whispered. “Did you think about me?”

“A little bit,” you whispered into his cheek.

“A little bit, huh?” He repeats with a soft laugh. “I thought of you ‘a little bit’ too. I bet your thinking was more fun than mine. Why don’t you tell me about it?”

Dazai gently pushed you back into the bed. You could hear the springs of your mattress creak under him until his face appeared above yours. His dark hair was a bit more unkempt and the space under his eyes darker than when you were last under him. You turned your attention to the smile on his lips, the way his grip seemed stronger, how bright and alert those chestnut brown eyes were.

He leaned down to kiss you. “Tell me what you thought about.”

“You…”

Dazai nodded and pressed a hot kiss to your neck. His fingers barely touched your skin as they dragged over your stomach, leaving you sensitive and electric. He was so close to you that all you could hear was his breathing.

He leaned in to whisper into the shell of your ear, “What else?”

“Your…hands-“ You sighed in relief as he grabbed you tightly, crumping your clothes under his fists. “Your lips, your everything.”

Dazai kissed down your neck, dragging his teeth against the skin. You felt him hum against the soft skin of your throat. “My everything? Do tell.”

“Osamu, please,” You whispered. The buzz of alcohol made warm feelings from your center creep across your body. You could feel his bandages against your skin as he pushed your shirt over your head.

Against your better judgment, you pushed your hips up to grind on his cock. The thin fabric of his boxers did nothing to hide how hard he was and it was divine to feel Osamu’s cock again, even if it was just against your thigh. He pushed your hips down onto the bed.

“I said please,” you hissed softly. “I am already begging, please, please.”

He closed his eyes. You could see the smile on his face grow as you struggled to feel him again; your hips bucked, trying desperately to feel his cock rub against any part of you. Dazai inhaled like a diver coming up for air before locking eyes with you.

“Why should I?”

“Please!” You wailed. “This is ridiculous! Please!”

“Please what?” He asked, sliding one hand into your underwear. Dazai tapped his fingers against soft skin above your core, a silent promise to what he would give. No matter how you moved or squirmed, his fingers remained locked there.

You gripped the sheets as you tried to grind against his hand. The words were coming and there was no way to stop them. “Please fuck me!”

He whispered coyly. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

In one fast motion, Osamu pulled the underwear off your hips. As you tried to kick it the rest of the way off, he grabbed your inner thighs and spread them.

Finally, he ran his thumb between your folds and gently rubbed your clit. You sighed in relief as that warm feeling started to take over your brain. A thousand anxieties were lifted as his head dipped to kiss your stomach. Your insides fluttered when he could feel his smirk against your skin.

As Osamu kissed, his other hand cupped your breast. He gently massaged them like you had his back, with tender rubbing and the occasional squeeze.

Dazai was so close now. You could feel him all around you like you were swimming in him. Further and further your mind slipped away as he massaged and kissed. On a perfect swipe of your clit, your thigh closed around his hand as the pleasure shocked you.

“Keep these here,” He commanded, pushing your legs apart.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled as you purposefully relaxed each muscle.

He pressed a hot, sloppy kiss to your thigh to assure you. Then he parted your lips with his thumbs. You tensed as you felt his breath fan across your pussy, waiting for the brush of his lips.

“Osamu, please don’t tease. Haven’t I waited just as long as you?” You whimpered pathetically.

“You waited for parts of me. I waited for all of you so let me indulge.”

Your fingers managed to find his hair and then his cheek. “No. I waited for all of you too. So indulge me.”

There was a quiet moment. Then his arms slid under your thighs so he could hold them in place.

“Thank you,” was barely whispered before he pressed a long, tight kiss to your clit.

The feeling of his soft lips dragging against it as he sucked was brain melting. You cried softly as your stomach started to tense, as your body started to only feel his tongue lick you. His thumbs rubbed your inner thighs gently, in contrast with how maddeningly he slurped at your clit.

When you tried to close your legs again, you found yourself held open by him. A delicious panic flooded you as you realized there was no stopping him. Osamu could spend hours massaging your pussy if he wanted. You were just putty in his hands then.

“Yes,” you breathed, sliding your fingers through his hair. “Please.”

He hummed and redoubled his efforts. Now the noise of him sucking could reach you as well as his soft moans. It was a sound like he was eating dripping ice cream. You took a deep breath that you never quite released. It came out in stutters as you felt your pussy squeeze around nothing.

“Gonna cum?” He asked teasingly. You nodded quickly. You felt him start to pull away, felt his cheeks leave your thighs and cried out in fear. Dazai soothed you by rubbing slow circles into your clit. “Good. I want to feel it.”

When he shoved down his boxers, there was no teasing this time. His cock slapped down onto your wet pussy without shame. You held your breath and closed your eyes. You had to focus on something other than how good it would feel to cum on his fingers. You tried not to feel the way his fingers kept brushing your clit affectionately; nor the way his tip settled between your pussy lips.

You almost lost it when he licked the shell of your ear. That telltale coil tightened in your stomach. He pressed on, whispering so close that it echoed in your brain, “If you can hold on until I cum inside you, I’ll give you a great reward.”

“What?” You gasped.

“An amazing one. Something you’ve always wanted.”

“What? What?” You asked, trying to get your breathing under control.

“For the record, I hope you win.” He started to press into you, the head of his cock slipping in with his last word.

For a brief few seconds, the world was made crystal clear through pain. Even with his fingers on your clit, it was hard to relax around his thick shaft. It felt like every time you opened to give him space, his cock filled it. Then, finally, you felt his hips slot against yours.

“Whew,” he breathed, rolling his head back. You could see the barest hints of a smile as he whispered, “I don’t remember you being this tight for me.”

“It hurts,” you whined softly.

“I know, I know. Let it distract you…For as long as it can, anyways.”

When he gave a soft roll of his hips, pressing the slightest bit deeper into you, your entire body shivered. He let you hear a satisfied hum before leaning over you.

Osamu kissed you as he slowly slid out, letting you feel every gliding inch. He was still kissing you when his hips snapped forward and pressed every inch of him against your walls. You cried out as a wave of pleasure nearly washed you into an orgasm.

“Look at you try. So cute,” he muttered as he found a slow, punishing rhythm.

Each time he filled you, your mind lost all thought. When he pulled back, you regained just enough to realize the next thrust was already coming. The faint slapping of your thighs meeting echoed through your soul. You sunk your nails into his back to try and focus on anything beside how good he felt.

Osamu gasped, hips stuttering just slightly, and he slapped the sheets to refocus. You barely noticed it, knowing after so many years his frustration was not with you. He bunched them in his fist and took a deep breath.

“What a…” He breathed again. “What a mean trick. You’re supposed to lose, you know.”

“What is it?” You demeaned to know the reward in the single moment of clarity you had.

“Not telling,” he teased, returning to his thrusts.

Lost in the sea of him again, that warm that had spread through you started to turn uncomfortably hot. Every thrust had you holding back a cry or squeezing. It felt too good to think about; it felt like hell to think of anything else.

He fell on top of you a bit, wrapping you tightly in his arms as he fucked deeper into you. You hissed as you felt your orgasm start to creep up on you, waiting for the very moment you dropped your guard so it could flood your system.

“I can-ha-feel you holding back,” he whispered quickly. A few soft pants came out as he continued, “But I want to feel you cum. I want to-“

You wrapped your legs around him, forcing him flush against you. Osamu let out a beautiful whimpering sound as his pace increased. Being filled again, being rocked by his motions, his skin on yours was overwhelming as you gasped for air. He slipped a hand between you two to paw at your clit again and it undid you.

For a precious few thrusts, you hoped it was just another strong flutter. But your orgasm completely washed over your senses, intensifying each perfect thrust until you were screaming. You were blind to everything but Dazai and how good it was so cum around his cock.

“That’s it-that’s perfect-that’s-“ He bit his lip and you felt his cock throb inside you. A second later and you could feel his cum fill every crevice he couldn’t.

You both stayed there, basking in the feeling of sweaty, hot connection. His arms remained around you and hugged you almost desperately. After he caught his breath, Dazai pulled out slowly like it pained him to do so and flopped next to you on the bed.

He wasted no time pressing you against his chest and holding you there. After a few minutes of listening to each other breathe, he whispered, “Maybe next time.”

“Oh buzz off,” you said in one breath.

Osamu laughed and pulled you up to kiss your head. “I think I’ll stay the night. Let you try again tomorrow morning.”

“Good.”

“And tomorrow night.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll stay the weekend actually,” he decided. “Maybe this week too, we’ll see how I feel on Sunday.”

“Whatever you want, Osamu,” you said, nuzzling his chest.

He rubbed your arm softly. “Maybe longer…”

“Like I said, whatever you want,” you huffed, tired of talking and more interested in focusing on your cheek against his chest.

With another kiss, he relaxed back into the mattress. “You don’t mind? What if I moved in permanently? You’d have to get an eviction notice to make me go.”

“I want you here. Why would I give you a notice?”

“Mmm, touché. What if I made you add my name to the lease?”

“Then I’d have no right to serve you a notice. We’d just live together.”

Dazai squeezed you tightly and said, “That would give you lots of chances to win at our game, wouldn’t it? Earn that reward I promised?”

“Yup,” you sigh exhaustedly. “I bet I’d get a chance every night if you stayed here.”

“You would,” he teased.

After that he didn’t talk. You listened to the sound of him breathing, felt the rise and fall of his chest, and let yourself relax into his side. Moments later, you felt his fingers massaging your scalp and sighed. You fell asleep in his arms and knew as certain as the sun’s impending implosion: that Osamu would still be holding you when you woke up.

[mischas]

What do you think were the biggest missed opportunities when it came to the OC?

Lol my favorite topic (this is not at all exhaustive)

Not letting Marissa verbalize and process her trauma 1000% forever and ever amen. The show learns by the end of s1 that they can keep hurting her without much recompense. Oliver holds a gun to her head and bamboozles grown ass adults yet she shoulders all of the blame in the aftermath. Christ. Her father MOVES AWAY TO BE A BETTER PARENT BC HE CANT STOP SLEEPING WITH HIS EX? Please. How anyone came up with that and thought that was good writing I will never know. Marissa's SA'ed and nearly r**** by her boyfriend's brother and never says the words out loud or processes it because the shooting looms larger. Disgusting. Back in s1 Luke is more apologetic of his affair than Marissa's own mother is and HE'S the one who has to leave town? which leads me to

Getting rid of Luke made no sense. Instead of making Luke/Julie happen they should've had Luke/Marissa 2.0 happen. There was so much there to mine. Sometimes the show acts like they were a nothing relationship and other times like 109 we see they have deep-rooted love/fondness. Rushing RM (though they're my loves) after their 101-108 slow burn shot them in the foot since they were so uncreative later on. But then again TPTB were so reliant on the actors' mirrored personal lives that I'm convinced if they'd put RM off to s2 they would've butchered them thanks to the irl breakup. (This is still so insane)

Getting rid of Anna also made no sense. She was liked by the gen pop, she had good chemistry with everyone! What a damn waste

Seth/Marissa friendship!!!! It is so cute to think Seth is the one boy in Marissa's life that isn't falling all over her. They share the same music tastes, they have the same favorite book, they grew up privileged + depressed, they're neighbors, they're dating each other's besties, their families have a storied closeness, they've dated the same person, etc. It is SO insane how little they actually interact.

Not exploring the Jimmy/Kirsten dynamic more. I rewatched the pilot a few months ago and the hints to their history are so compelling. I remember thinking their tension was good enough to last several seasons. Cutting that out to uphold the sanctity of SK in s1 ended up being for nothing since s2 messed with SK even worse! So why!

Never utilizing Alan Dale well enough. Not only do they kill him for no reason, his death literally does nothing but give us an iconic coda and funeral scene. That's literally it. Having Caleb around while Kirsten goes to rehab is so much more compelling than having her go after he's died. And making us watch Caleb/Lindsay/Ryan for what seems like half a season is so unbelievably boring and ridiculous. Why are we supposed to care. This is taking away from Kirsten/Caleb material! which brings me to

Never giving Kelly Rowan much to do. What a goddamn waste. She absolutely kills her late s2 arc but then she leaves rehab two minutes into 301 and the Charlotte storyline mostly revolves around Julie. Jesus. People talk about the favoritism going on on that set with the younger actors (as they 1000% should and we should do it more), but there was some serious shit going on with elevating Melinda constantly and shafting Tate/Peter/Kelly forever. Especially Kelly. At least she was there and not essentially let go like Tate was (and Tate was a ~big name~ regular from the pilot!). But you can tell Kelly's got some feelings about how the show went for her and her screentime/importance.

Not cutting the Johnny storyline two minutes into filming 304. They had to know Mischa/Ryan D had no chemistry. We're supposed to believe Marissa's having some sort of emotional affair but there is absolutely nothing showing that to us. It's everyone telling Marissa she's got feelings for him, and Mischa doing her job well enough to convince us it's sketchy/complicated, but they have one (1) conversation in 306 that's mostly about Johnny's father or uncle that no one cares about. which brings me to

WE DONT CARE ABOUT GUEST STARS. stop spending so much valuable time on them. we just wanna see our s1 babes being cute and supporting one another that's literally it

[felinelord-bowbeforemepeasant]

Something that been on my mind

Warning: there maybe some grammar mistake in this cause english isn't my first language and also iam not an analyst or theorists or anything is just that I just want to get this out of my mind

The new bsd manga cover is out and I just realized something

The upside down pose of atsushi and if I remember correctly what happened in volume 21 is equivalent to "sh*t is going down" and if iam right then volume 24 is a manga cover for chap 105 to 109 (unless there another chapter coming out but it will be in September so i just gonna put it like that) also equivalent to "things are turning to the worse" kinda like volume 21.

I'm not an analyst or anything but it will be great for someone to do an analysis on this

It just atsushi is being upside down in the volume manga cover lately and there have to some hint for it cause harukawa art always have meaning or some parallel for something

Also if I remember correctly there are a tarot mayoi card for atsushi and his cards is the fool

(Credit the art to the game bungou lost tales)

I remember someone already did an analysis on this card so I'm just gonna link it later

So here is the meaning of the fool

- UPRIGHT: (new) beginnings, freedom/free-spirited, adventure, travel, originality, innocence, foolishness, carelessness, idealism, youth, spontaneity, lack of commitment.

- REVERSED: recklessness/risk-taking, carelessness, negligence, stupidity, distraction, apathy, irrationality, lack of fun/hope/faith, holding back.

With what is going on in the manga and atsushi upside down pose in the new manga volume I gonna go with the reversed one

The lack of fun/hope/faith are what is currently happen in right now in the manga and the holding back thing is kinda related to how atsushi have to hold back so he can't hurt akutagawa (it in chapter 108) i guess but the other I'm not so sure

Like I say I'm not an analyst it just when I see the new manga cover my thought just spiraled to this

And here is the link to the analysis about the tarot mayoi card

We also need someone to talk about this too

(Credit the art to harukawa sango)

This is the new illustration art of harukawa and the first thing that I notice is why fukuchi scar is yellow the same color of atsushi eyes and fukuchi scar here is like a claw mark however maybe it was just a scar when he was fighting with the ability experiment "werewolves" or the semi-immortal ability user "wasp" (it in chapter 82) but why the claw scar is yellow and atsushi eyes is also yellow here so that gonna mean something

I also see a post talking about this too

And here

Also I hope that you guys still remember that the DOA still have the page right

And they gonna write on the back of the page at the next full moon

(I don't know what time it is in the current chapter but I guess it not the day of the full moon yet)

The real question is why DID they chose the next full moon they could have chose any day but why (I did see some questions about this too)

Now what are the thing about full moon that we are all know about

Yep that's right atsushi ability

I also want to add this: "he was actually transforming into a white tiger under the moonlight due to his ability" (Credit to wiki)

And who is holding the page right now- yes is fukuchi

But is he really the one holding the page, I see some post point it out that the page is blank or quite clear like it didn't even have any word on it so we have another question it is really the page

We also see another person shroud by darkness and writing on the page

We don't know yet if this person is affiliated with doa or fyodor or they are someones that haven't been revealed yet or the creator of the book itself

So is the page that fukuchi holding is just a decoy(a fake page?) And the real one is being keep at somewhere else because it is something that are super valuable, and you can't just keep it on yourself all the time cause what if something unexpected happen

Does that mean that there are gonna be some connection revealed or an answer to some questions that have been unanswered or just a foreshadowing for something that gonna happen later in the manga

I guess we just have to wait though cause I remember a translate of a interview with asagiri and he say that doa arc is not the end and there are going to be a "order of the clock tower" arc but I'm not sure.

(And also resolve some mystery about atsushi cause he have so many hole in his backstory and there so many question about him that haven't been answer)

P.S: I want to write more about it but my mind just got overload-like I was having a very bad headache and my eyes feel kind of sleepy

Also did I do this analysis (theory) post as the same time as the the other one- yes (you know what maybe that the reason why i was having a headache i mean doing both analysis(theory) at the same time can leave you quite tired), do I really need a break- yes...maybe it just I have so many to do right now and I really want to but my mind just blank so yeah I might take a break

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

childless cat lady painting by Dorothea Tanning.

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A piece in the New Yorker fact-checks anti-divorce dude JD Vance's Hillbilly Elegy (and finds out his grandmother filed for divorce in the 1950s and his grandfather did so in 1981; the couple ended up legally separated) but the really important takeaway for me was: "As no-fault divorce became the norm in state after state, domestic-violence rates dropped by some thirty per cent, suicides among women dropped by as much as sixteen per cent, and the number of women murdered by their partners dropped by ten per cent."

In other words, feminism saves lives (including men's; a significant portion of women's spousal homicide is self-defense). Providing better recourse/escape routes benefits everyone, as does delegitimizing domestic violence, recognizing coercive control, and establishing that men and women are equal under the law and in every other way--in other words, that he has no right to do it.

It's feminism that did a lot of the work to bring us no-fault divorce. Here's a 1992 profile of one such woman:

"In her nearly 32 years as a professor at the University of California at Berkeley's School of Law (Boalt Hall), she has cajoled, wheedled, lobbied and persuaded in her mission to use the law to end sex-based discrimination, by reputation combining clear-eyed logic and flawless legal research with impeccable manners.

"How to make trouble without being a troublemaker, that describes my style," Ms. Kay said in an interview this week. "I think that if you are going to help build an institution, you have to be careful not to destroy it in the process."

"Now, long after many people say they expected her to get the job, Ms. Kay, 57 years old, has been named dean of Boalt Hall, the first woman to hold the position. For the female lawyers and law professors who were her students or who know her through her book and other writings on sex discrimination, Professor Kay is a "patron saint" and "godmother," and her appointment is a sweet victory.

"Over the years, Ms. Kay has become a leading scholar in family law and was an author of no-fault divorce legislation that has been adopted in California and other states. She has been a major force in bringing women into law schools and sending them out on graduation to use law to achieve social change.

"After graduating magna cum laude and Phi Beta Kappa from Southern Methodist University, Ms. Kay entered the University of Chicago Law School. She graduated in 1959, one of three women in a class of 109 students."

Which is also a reminder of how profoundly feminism remade the law and how much Vance and the Republican Party preach regression to almost every form of inequality.

But we still need more feminism because as a recent editorial in the Washington Post states: "One U.S. study found women are twice as likely as men to be convicted of a crime after claiming self-defense; the odds are even worse for a woman of color."

Likewise, restraining orders are a weak tool often not enforced against homicidal spouses intent on punishing women for leaving. Spouses who've often committed earlier violence that went unpunished. Feminism's work continues.

[Rebecca Solnit]

[deadly-espresso]

(OC: Twisted Anastasiya)

Yep, here's Anastasiya's Twisted. She's looking like the World's Least Okay Dentist right now...

As for an explanation on her mechanics, Anastasiya seems to possess just enough willpower to hold herself back, although whether she's doing a better or worse job than Twisted Glisten is for you to decide. Her stats are usually bad enough that even a Toon with 3* Movement Speed can reasonably distract her, but if you eat something, her chasing speed and attention span go up and your Stealth drops to -10 around her (both for 15 seconds). The Stealth drop is fixed and can't even be counteracted using non-edible sources of Stealth such as the "Beginner's Luck" active ability or the Diary trinket. Therefore, all you can really do is avoid Anastasiya and wait it out. Oh, also, the Stealth debuff is actually WORSE if you're playing as Shrimpo, where his Stealth will drop to -109 if he eats something.

Note: The "eating something" condition can be triggered in two different ways. The first and more common scenario is to use an item that is edible. These items include Gumballs, Chocolate, Pop, Speed Candy, Protein Bar, Stealth Candy, Skill Check Candy, Enigma Candy, Bottle o' Pop, and Box o' Chocolates. The second and less common scenario is the result of Toon abilities that involve consuming something. Abilities that trigger it include using "Tea Time", using "Shot of Espresso", or being the recipient of "Sharing is Caring", "Baked with Care!", "Shot of Espresso", or "Baked Sweets". Cosmos, Gingers, Teagans, Essas, and Sprouts beware.

Note: My concept for this Twisted was originally going to be a more straightforward take on the trope of evil doctors/dentists, but later I thought... wouldn't it be sadder if Anastasiya actually wasn't completely turned to the dark side by the Ichor, and instead she's ended up a prisoner in her own body, almost helpless as the Ichor twisted her desire to protect and take care of her friends into wrath and carnage? So... that's why Twisted Anastasiya looks terrified and even looks to be shaking and trembling.

Twisted Anastasiya's Research Description is as follows:

"Unintended exposure to Ichor has turned this once friendly doctor into a vicious adversary. While she's usually able to restrain herself to not be too much of a threat, those twisted feelings take over completely when she sees someone doing what a dentist hates the most- consuming things that are bad for one's teeth. Be wary and abstain from sugar while she's around!"

[trash----panda]

STORY, PT 1

Honestly, this faucility was too big for comfort, built for those who are "normal" size the walls seemed to tower over her, not that she cared. Joey was used to being ignored when it came to archtecture, they figured since she had wings she didnt need a ladder or anything, what about when she was tired? Just walk up the wall. Gods these people are annoying. The pixie stood around 1.5 inches tall, she was in no way large, just below average in height. She had fuzz covering most of her body as well as rounded wings to support her body in the air. She was a type of black fly so they needed to make special accomodations in the canteen. Supposedly it was worth it as pixie agents were in short supply, she knew at this point she was only on boarded as a diversity token.

A soft sigh escaped her as she headed through the hall towards her new dorm, she'd been warned she wouldnt like her roommate, but just like the safety briefs, she'd ignored that. She finally found the room towards the end "109"... She didnt like the number. Whatever she was being paid, they said something about her roommate being a... 'what was it again?' she unlocked the smaller door made for her 'it started with a c didnt it-' she froze as she stepped through the door, making eye contact with the massive, blue, creature.

'Coloratus.... It was a coloratus'

They starred a moment before she took a slow step backward and slammed the door, her hearts racing as she quickly tried to get out of there. 'what were they thinking?! Im going to die in there' she was so caught up in her mind she didnt even notice the other rushing out of the room. He was scared of...well... scaring her, trying to speak softly, little "wait wait wait"s coming from him as he tried to follow, causing the ground to shake when he ran over. She yelped, feeling her face redden with embarrassment at the noise, doing her best to hold her ground

"what"

'fuck that was supposed to sound confident'

she watched his eyes, trying to spot even the faintest hint of hunger before he gets a chance to strike, instead just finding worry.

"sorry, i-i know it isnt ideal but we can work something out ok? I-i didnt know you'd be here today or i would've cleaned up, or do flies like dirty rooms? I dont really know, that's kinda why..." he just started rambling, trying to salvage the situation in any way. This was her partner? This is who was supposed to accompany her to battle?.... She could work with this. She did her best to straighten her posture, wanting to at least seem a little bigger.

"i just forgot something at intake" she tried to play it off, knowing that was probably the worse excuse she could pull, at least it shut him up for a moment.

He froze, just kinda starring down at her, his blank expression making her nervous. She even flinched when he finally did move, his sigh washing over her when he did "o-oh ok do you need help moving it? If it's big i can get it? I-it's really no problem at all" well.... at least he seemed to have bought it

"no it's just my scarf, but since you offered" she dropped her bags, figuring she might be able to boss him around a bit "you can put my bags inside"

He perked up immediatly, a soft purr escaping him "o-ok, i can do that!" He scooped them up, getting up to leave before pausing "oh right, my name is Dendro" he smiled at her, still blushing over how stupid he felt right now.

She hesitated, if they were gonna be living together they needed to exchange names at least "Joey"

He tried to keep it hidden but he was obviously excited for this "Nice to meet you Joey!" He hurried back to put it away, leaving the pixie alone with her own thoughts.

'gods why does he have to be so cute'