#canon anon

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - February 10th

Social cues anon, canon anon (new), midnights anon, spoon anon, folklore anon

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Social Cues Anon

Hey, it's social cues anon again, I am sorry I am being annoying.

Now I know it might sound dumb or like I don't expect you to know my feelings or the fact I don't know them is stupid but.

I like him??? Is it romantic?

Really? Do I? I didn't realize I talked about him like that till you pointed out Sara might do that bc of this. And I know it's stupid and I know I should know my emotions or something like that but I really don't know.

And um, can you help? Like, how did you know I liked him? Did I say something that's romantic? Can you write the part that makes you think I like him and why? I am sorry you don't have to. I am not sure and I am sorry I am an idiot when it comes to this stuff and I really genuinely don't know what's considered a romantic attraction. I am not a child so it's honestly embarrassing.

This is embarrassing sorry I am just confused.

(but also happy bc that means Sara isn't mad!! I like our friendship with her I would be sad otherwise.)

(I texted him the art exhibit thing now you said I should, he didn't answer yet I am so nervous what if it annoys him. Would you be annoyed if someone you recently (not so recent but still) became friends asked to go to an art exhibit right? Anyway I can update when he text back. Well I won't if you don't want me to. Anyway I am writing to you too much I understand if not-)

(And like, would you be annoyed if someone waved at you or said hello when you see each other on campus? Do you think if I say 'hey' sometimes he would be mad? He is so nice and I know he won't be openly mad about it but what if he finds me annoying I don't want him to think about me in a bad way- sev is like, won't hate anyone I am sure that's how he is but what if he dislikes me it's a possibility right. I am yapping too much sorry)

Anyway you don't have to do it really.

And it might be ironic but sorry for apologizing too much too, I tried to delete a few but I feel like I have to and I don't want to be rude and all

Don't hate me please

HAHAHA wait I thought you said you liked him? You talked about him being nice and kind and attractive, and I just....okay whoops. I mean maybe you don't like him in a romantic way, I just...you sounded like you did lol. Like you said a few times that he's cute and nice and I guess I just assumed?

Okay I am not annoyed. Nor would I be annoyed if my friend asked me to go to a museum. Or if someone waved at me. I think that's nice!

I don't think he finds you annoying <3 You have no reason to apologize and it sounds like you're just overthinking (which is okay!) I think you just need to wait and see what he says and know that either way, you've done nothing wrong. I promise <3 Also I don't hate you.

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Canon Anon

Hey cas

99.9% of the time when content talking about Canon vs fanon marauders shows up I don't say anything. I mean the whole point of fan fic is that it isn't canon, right? Most things I'm just like yk, whatever individuals prefer.

But people who get upset about certain aspects of regs charecter bug me. Like okay- canon say reg got the dark mark at 16, died at 19, betrayed voldy last minute and tried to destroy the horcrux. And people are like well there's not proof he was abused, plus his parents weren't voldy supporters, so he chose to be a death eater, and just because he changed agendas, doesn't mean he actually rejected beliefs like blood purity, so he was still bad.

And like... maybe people in this fandom just haven't known a lot of far right teenagers? Or teens in general?

But like there was a war happening *the entire time* reg was in school. And his parents might not have directly supported voldy but you can tell from the descriptions of the house that it was an oppressive and blood purist family. And then he was sorted into a house at school with a bunch of other blood purists who were as a group ostracized by other children. And yeah that was those kids way of defending themselves but it's really hard to break away from beliefs that are so reinforced on every side, especially when no one is helping. Idk. It just seems out of tune with our current reality yk

Just thoughts

I think....I think it's hard because we know next to nothing about canon reg. So people can feel however they want about him. And yes, he can be an excellent mirror into real-life kids today and what they're dealing with, but we also have to remember that part of fandom is not censoring people. So if people believe different things about Regulus, that's their right, and it doesn't have to have to do with real-life current events. As long as nobody is being rude about it, it's okay for people to believe different things. So while I don't disagree with you, it's okay for people to have other beliefs, too.

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Midnights Anon

HI my dear <3

I definitely think it's time to tell someone and ask for help. Honestly, it sounds like you're struggling so much, and you don't deserve that. You're right, it can be super hard to tell someone, and it can be hard to figure out hat to say. My suggestion is to write it out, just like you do with me. Then, just hand the paper to someone, like a guidance counselor or a parent (sounds like your counselor may be a good idea?) Whoever you think will be the most helpful and understanding. That way you don't have to find the words on the spot. Write to them about the thoughts you've been having and the way you've been coping. And yes, definitely ask for a therapist.

And I'll be honest, getting help can be scary. it can feel overwhelming at some points. But you're are SO right when you said in a few years, you will look back and be SO glad you did it. I can say that firsthand, because I had to do the same thing. I believe in you and I know you can do this <3

Also, I do not think you're a bad person. I promise <3

Keep me updated!

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Spoon anon

hi cas it's spoon anon

i'm honestly kind of scared because what if i'm just overthinking everything and it's all just in my head and who even trusts internet quizzes and then it'll just be like i cried wolf when there was nothing but if something is actually there it'll be on record and i don't want that maybe i just get sensorily overwhelmed easily and have depressive episodes and anxiety attacks like normal people and there's actually nothing to be diagnosed but idk sometimes i feel like there might be and other times i'm just perfectly fine like i could be having three anxiety attacks and a mental breakdown one day and then be completely fine and happy the next so maybe it's all in my head then i won't ever be able to trust myself when it comes to mental health i mean i probably already have a skewed up version of it from my culture but i have this need to know if there's actually something and idk I'm just scared

Hi <3

I completely understand why you're nervous. But honestly, from talking to you a few times, it seems like it's going to bug you until you know. Also, if you do get diagnosed with something, you don't have to share that with anyone, you know? It can just be something you know and you choose what to do with it from there.

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Folklore anon

hello,folklore anon here!

so there's no real reason km writing this but ijdut felt really lonely and sad i rly dk why... is thet normal? because smtimes i really fell like this and want to cry/scream and this feeling is really bothernig me...

oh! and tday i went w my mom to buy a hoodie and i told her that i wnted it from the men's section and it was weird and not weord at the same time so yeah..just a random thing iwnted to say✋️

Yeah I definitely feel like that sometimes. Do you have a friend you could reach out to and just talk to on the phone or text with for a bit? You don't even have to tell them you're feeling down, you could just be with them. Either way, I'm proud of you for reaching out! And I'm proud of you for asking for the clothing you wanted!

[phoenix-art-official]

ford trying to cool stan down from his dangerously high fever vs stan thinking his kidneys are about to be stolen: fight

mom can we change the channel i dont like this version of WWE-

bonus process sketches. the one on the left is what i just kinda started with, the one on the right was solidifying the forms

[cozymochi]

I wonder what Nyoka looks like as a child, is he like who he is now? He did read his book quietly while sitting beside Jamil, if I read the fic correctly 🤔

(Fic in question) Yea, they sat near each other during a dance performance by Nyoka’s extended family for the Asims🫣

I choose to believe the only reason someone like Jamil happened to be present was because Kalim wanted him there (cuz otherwise he has no business being there).

…but yeah, Nyoka was more or less the same. Just chibi.

[bonebabbles]

Toshiro Dungeon Meshi really said "I am an autistic man and I've suffered quietly my whole life, the way I'm supposed to, the way that's expected of me. The way you're supposed to, the way that I expect of you. It infuriates me that you don't. It envies me that you don't. I've never expressed this before because I don't know how and I snapped and all of my emotions came tumbling out and I said it in a way I don't actually mean, just like how you never mean it."

And then he said, "And then we fought. And you won, of course you did, and now we're talking openly because you're someone I CAN talk to. I always COULD talk to you. I just never DID. Of course you're taking this seriously. And you know I take it all seriously. Why are you like this? Why do I RECOIL every time you speak to me, even when you aren't doing anything wrong? How can a person even be like this?? Why do I sometimes wish that I could be like you?"

AND THEN HE SAID, "Wait. Please. I need you to know I do care about you. I can't tell you that directly because I have been taught my whole life that to love someone is to lessen their burden, to BE less of a burden, shrink yourself, don't have demands, don't have needs, don't eat more than the bare minimum to sustain yourself. I'm working on that now, because of my family, because of her, and because of you, but I still can't bring myself to settle the full weight of my being onto another person. Here is a magic bell that will let you safely become my burden. I will not lose you too."

The magic bell rolls around in Laios' bag and rings constantly because Toshiro didn't think to stuff it with a piece of paper before giving it to the most physically active fighter in the group who does all the runnining aroundening.

The one he JUST brawled for being imperceptive.

Blurting out that he would help him escape the Elf Cops took priority. He NEEDED Laios to know this so bad. I just know he was thinking about putting that bell in his hand as soon as he started sharing how he wished that he'd told Falin how much she meant to him sooner but was trying to think of the right moment. He was absolutely BESIEGED by the autistic swagger of the Touden siblings. How can you not start scratching the furniture thinking about it

[frownyalfred]

hey! coming over to dc from marvel and the timelines are confusing me lmao. which continuity is considered “canon”?

[whydoihavetoart]

no

[bixels]

Your 20s Sunset is sooo gender goals. Do you have a summary of her story?

The short of it is she's a nameless orphan who was taken in by Celestia to become her pupil sometime after Celestia adopted Cadance. Resenting her human origins, Sunset desperately wanted to excel at magic and become a Canterlotian Witch like Celestia, a desire that quickly morphed into a fragile and jealous arrogance. As Celestia repeatedly denied her inquiries about becoming a Witch, a rift between them grew. Out of desperation and scorn, Sunset performed a forbidden ritual to summon spirits from the spirit world, calling upon three siren sisters to make a deal: Celestia's powers for their freedom. Before the transaction was complete, Celestia interrupted the ritual. Her fire magic was partially transferred to Sunset as the sirens escaped into the corporeal world and fled to Earth. In the wake of the incident, Celestia had no choice but to banish Sunset to Earth, where she has spent years roaming the American West, hunting down the siren sisters to reclaim her rightful place in Canterlot.

[chloesimaginationthings]

WAKE UP,

HAIKU BOT JUST REBLOGGED ONE OF YOUR COMICS

BLESSED BY HAIKU BOT ONCE AGAIN

(here’s the post)

[hinamie]

theyre soft your honour

[aredraw]

How do you feel about bendystraw

What's that?

Kidding. I actually love bendystaw (this is as close as i will ever draw them.) Even though I love the ship, they wont be canon.

They're more good friends in the story and are just dumb and dumber with angst.

But outside the canon, the way id picture their relationship (if romantic) would probably be the classic "HOW THE HELL DID I FALL FOR THIS IDIOT?!" trope. They're both pretty prideful, so flirting would be competing or trying to one up the other.

If they ever do pass that stage and one confesses...then they'd learn to be more casual and come off as roommates. Like pals who kiss sometimes ig. BUT YEAH! those are my thoughts on that.

thanks for sending an ask^^

[project-sekai-facts]

i'm curious why you feel confident in saying that mizuki was trans, it feels like the story itself only explicitly stated that she's amab - i would really like for it to be confirmed but it feels a bit like jumping the gun

If I'm wrong, I'm wrong, but considering how uncomfortable Mizuki is with classmates calling her a boy, and how she's gone out of her way to not have N25 know this, and how she reacted to Ena being asked "If you're friends with Mizuki, are you [a cis girl] a boy too?", idk man I think I can jump the gun.

Plus everything in the trans Mizuki post. The blatant use of the trans flag colors, people calling younger Mizuki "weird" and asking "isn't it odd for you to wear that" when she goes into school in typically girly clothes for the first time, Mizuki having short hair and boys clothes in middle school but long hair and girls clothes in high school, her sister encouraging her to stop repressing and live her life on her own terms.

Like. This is Mizuki's reaction to classmates telling Ena that Mizuki is a guy. It's the fact they asked a cis girl if she was a boy to try and justify why she was friends with Mizuki. Like there's some sort of implication there that they think Mizuki is pretending to be a girl. Yeah sure maybe they'll turn around and say Mizuki is a crossdresser despite everything, but Mizuki being told "isn't it weird for you to dress [like a girl]", "it's just for attention" "it's just a phase". It resonates so much with the trans experience, these are word for word things that trans people hear, and then you can couple that with clpl saying they aim to portray their character's struggles realistically.

Like. Let's get this straight. The boys who ask Ena if "[she's] a guy too" are presumably the same ones who have been showing up in the story since the beginning, being portrayed as bullies. Them calling Mizuki a boy, and making fun of her for dressing in a feminine way, is presented as bullying. Going off that translation doc since sekaibest still doesn't have the script, they follow up that scene by saying that Ena is a "normal girl". Normal is the key word here. Ena is a "normal" (cis) girl to them which implies they view Mizuki as an "abnormal girl" (trans girl), or they outright just call her a guy. Yikes.

Again. Mizuki's reaction to the bullying speaks volumes. Mizuki had gone through such lengths to hide this from her friends. It feels way too much for them to just say she's a gnc cis boy at the end of it. Listen, if gender wasn't related here, she wouldn't have nearly this much issue with her friend being told she's a gender the story has repeatedly proven that she doesn't want to identify as and have other people identify her with. Simply from the perspective of a screenwriter.

...also mizuki is literally grouped as a girl for gameplay purposes and always has been? And ensekai at least at launch made the executive decision to use she/her for Mizuki.

But if I'm wrong, I'm wrong.

[angelwishess]

“But— You asked to kiss me. Why?”

“I just… Wanted to kiss you.”

DISCLAIMER: This was in no shape or form meant to be sexual or suggestive 😭 I just wanted to clear that up in case it came off that way, I honestly just copied the album cover so pls have mercy 🥹🥹

Yes I know the quote is from a song that isnt from the Who Really Cares album pls let me be

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[dipperscavern]

can I be cheeky and ask for riding jon’s face 🫣🫣🫣

yes… oh yes you absolutely can….. i fell asleep last night to the thought of jon snow canonically being a munch (funny enough) — we’re on the same wavelength anon ! (written w shy!reader in mind)

you’ve heard the talk, heard the different ladies from different statures talk about “the act”, and it’s always a different answer. some say it’s mediocre… others, that it’s their favorite way to feel good, and some, say it’s terrible. you’ve heard stories of men never caring about the woman’s pleasure, and how their only purpose was to give them children. the thought made you shudder.

you, yourself, have never had time. time to freely choose who you trust enough to share that sacred experience with (or even touch yourself). the men at castle black are sworn to celibacy, and even if they would abandon their oath for a night with you, you wouldn’t let them. most of the men at the wall are untrustworthy, and you want more than just a quick fuck. even if these thoughts plague you, you’re too busy with your duties to worry about it. a thing you’ve since long accepted.

until jon snow.

you had been there for jon since his arrival at castle black. never batting an eye at his surname, always trying to make his life a little bit easier. there was also the stolen glances, the soft touches you both passed off as “accidental”, the longing for each other. you both remained as merely “close friends”, until things boiled over and you found solace in each others lips. it didn’t go farther than that, the tentative kiss being soft & exploring, and that was okay with you. you didn’t expect more. until you got more.

sometimes, you hate jon for being so easy to talk to. your shy nature has slowly melted away in his presence, and you find yourself unable to be embarrassed about the questions you ask or answer. your late night talks are what keeps jon sane. he wants to know everything about you, and you both would talk till morning if you could (you have before). the topic often shifts, landing on anything and everything on the planet. even “the act”.

imagine jon’s surprise, when the most beautiful & endearing woman he’s ever met drops her gaze to the floor and bashfully tells him she’s never cum before.

jon short circuits. he asks if you want to. he asks if he can make you. and you say yes.

jon snow is a giver. tasting a woman is a pleasure in itself, and he’d tell you as much if you asked. his mind ran a million miles an hour, thinking about all the ways he could make you feel good. it doesn’t take long before the desire to taste you takes a hold of him, and so he does.

“You’re hovering.”

he’s not wrong. you are. you thought you had heard it all, but the act of sitting on someone’s face has clearly alluded your ears. you’re unsure. you don’t want to hurt him.. suffocating the first man you lay with would have you begging the gods to open the ground and swallow you whole. and it’s not just any man, it’s jon.

the soft glide of jon’s fingers across your thigh bring you out of your head. his hands are cold. they feel nice in contrast to your own skin, nerves lit on fire.

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You won’t.”

“Jon-”

“Do you trust me?”

he’s steadfast in his reassurance. his thumb has been rubbing circles in your hip while you both have been talking. does he do it all on purpose, or is he just this naturally desirable?

“You know I do, but-“

“Good. Sit.”

you still hesitate, and that’s when jon takes matters into his own hands. his hands stop their tracing, and instead grip your thighs, bringing you down himself.

whatever expectations you had are exceeded tenfold. jon eats you out like a man starved. your head spins with the way you can feel his tongue, exploring you and swiping over your clit. it has white hot pleasure shooting up your spine, and your thighs quiver ever so slightly, but jon’s firm grip keeps you in place. he’s confident in his movements, precise and sure in a way that makes you see stars.

jon thinks he’s found the place where he would be content to meet his demise. you taste so good, and the pretty sounds you’re making have blood rushing straight to his cock. jon has always loved the sound of his name on your lips — whether it be small acknowledgments in passing by, or just mentions in mere conversation. but he’s found he much prefers hearing you moan it.

you’re almost embarrassed how quickly he has warmth building up in your belly, pressure building as he gives you the most pleasure you’ve ever had. he’s giving and giving and giving, and you find yourself selfishly taking all of it. he doesn’t slow down, keeping a steady rhythm that makes the cord in your stomach wind impossibly tighter.

“Jon, I’m-!”

you don’t get to finish your sentence, interrupted by the snap of the cord in your stomach that was previously tightening. pleasure overtakes your nerves, flooding your veins and momentarily removing your ability to speak (or think). jon’s tongue doesn’t stop fully, only slowing down to help you ride out your peak.

you catch your breath, feeling jon kiss the inside of your thighs as small aftershocks have you clenching around nothing. you find yourself seeking his touch (as if he hasn’t been constantly on you), your hand running along the surface of your thigh to find his own. he reaches for you, trapping your own smaller hand beneath his own. it’s reassuring, grounding you back to the present after he brought you so far over the edge.

you move to get off, to let him get up & breathe — but he doesn’t release his grip, keeping you in place. you hear him speak.

“Only once?”

[tra1nchi]

Buckshot roulette but the loser has to listen to the winner?? Ends up in smut???? Idfk I just made that up on the spot 😭😭😭

🌙<33

MINORS DNI!! Top male reader,,Backshot roulette,,g4nplay,, actually taken srs loll

Bro EXACTLY what I was thinking,,I don't know what is about this game that screams inappropriate thoughts but you cannot deny the tension between the player and the dealer I'm just saying,,

Imagine him finally losing,,being brought back from close death so many times only to look up at you,,expecting some gloating about you winning your earnings but when his eyes met yours all he could see in them was lust,,

He seemed confused when you climbed over the table towards him,,taking his hand in yours,, "what are you doing? You won." He says with a firm tone but only lets out a soft gasp when you pin him down to the table!!

Using the gun from the previous rounds to shut him up!! He had no idea if it was still laoded or not so when you shoved the nuzzle into his mouth,,he whimpered pathetically against it,,

Taking your cock so well!! His eyes rolling back into his head,,how was he meant to know that your cock was going to reach so deep inside of him!! Drool running down the gun,,moaning against it that he could probably be heard over the rave!!

Pulling out just intime to not cum inside of his hole,,releasing your load over his back instead as you take the gun out of his mouth!! You won twice tonight!! A big was of cash and a cute little sex toy <3

[yayll]

~ a little something about Beast Dazai and his inability to let you go ~

Your hand trembles as you're about to knock on the massive office doors and you wonder if you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life.

You got too close working for this terribly lonely man, and now you're knocking at his door with the only solution you can think of to put an end to your silly infatuations that have gone on for longer than you'd want to admit and can possibly handle. You open the door slowly, and walk into the elegant and massive office space, your eyes falling right onto the dark haired man in all black hunched over the desk, scribbling away as if he didn't hear you come in. You walk quietly, and when you reach the wooden desk, your voice comes out soft and firm.

"Dazai, sir? I wanted to speak to you about something sensitive, if I may."

You chew on the corner of your bottom lip, but quickly compose yourself when you see the face of the man you've spent so much time with, the unfortunate love of your life. if it weren't for his Maroon scarf, he'd look like nothing but a black void. A burnt Black cat. He looks up, narrowed eyes scan you as he takes a sip of his tea, replying in a monotonous tone.

"What is it?"

"After much consideration, I think.. I need to leave the Port Mafia. We've worked together for quite a while now, and I can assure you it's not about the quality or enjoyment of my work. You don't even have to acknowledge this beyond me simply saying it, I just have to confess something that makes my heart ache. You make my heart ache. I know how unprofessional that sounds and that you have no use for such affections, but I can't keep pretending. It's why I think it's time for me to move onto something else otherwise my work will become disrupt-"

A lifted finger is shoved into your face, signaling you to stop, and so you do. Of course you do. You always had a habit of word vomiting when you were anxious. Dazai is staring down at his tea, and he stays quiet for a long time, trying to pick what emotion he can mask his real outraged ones with. Finally, he flashes you an unbothered look, his eyes half lidded as they taunt you. A cruel smirk curls onto his lips.

"Oh? What an awful time for your honesty! I'm currently drowning in work and responsibilities, ones that you're supposed to aid me with, actually. Thus, I have no use for your confession." He simply says.

You can feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You expected this. Looking down at your shoes, you chew on your lip again.

"I had to tell you.. Like I said, you can just forget about it."

"Well you see, that's the problem. I can't forget it. The moment you uttered those nasty little words to me, I realized I have to carry the weight of finding a new secretary. And I resent that."

He looks away for a brief second, his words are bitter and laced with what sounds like remorse and irritation.

You cross your arms and sigh, your voice comes out lower than your confidence.

"I just thought that we were... I suppose I should have never dared to assume you'd ever see me as more than a-"

He instantly leans over his desk, now placing a finger on your lip, his voice just above a whisper.

"... And though these feelings you have for me may be inconvenient, it doesn't mean that they're unwelcome."

He lets his finger rest on your lips for just a second too long, meanwhile you're frozen in place feeling like your chest is going to collapse in on itself. His voice becomes softer.

"Sit, please."

You sit down, now facing each other. It's quiet for a few moments as you both study each other's expressions. This form of intimacy was unusual to everyone else but the two of you, having spent countless hours in the past working across one another without uttering a single word, yet communicating in perfect sync. You were a part of each other's routines, a never ending spiral. Dazai feels himself teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something peeling away at his very soul. He's usually so arrogant and domineering, but in this instant, he suddenly feels an exhaustion wash over him trying to keep that going. He's kept it going for so long, he forgot that he doesn't like doing it with you. You don't deserve to be a part of all of this, and he doesn't deserve to want you.

Oh how he loathes his true identity: A simple man. A human man. Your man.

When he can't take it anymore, he slowly creeps his bandaged hand on top of yours, applying light pressure, but his eyes don't dare look into yours. Not yet. Finally, you break the silence, staring down with furrowed brows at the way your hands fit around one another. You mutter under your breath, tired of being vague.

"What are we to each other, Dazai? I mean really?"

"Do I really need to spell it out for you?" He snorts, trying to cling to the last of his cruelty but failing as he lets his emotions sway his judgement.

You sigh, flipping your hand over so that your fingers can fully intertwine.

"I just don't know how I could ever take up any space in your mind. I didn't think you noticed whether I stayed or left."

He looks up, flashing you a mildly offended look, his sharp eyes narrowing. He scoffs quietly, dropping your hand and standing up from his desk. He walks over to you, his full height now looming. He bends down and scolds you.

"What an obscene thing to say. You're invaluable. You have always been occupying my mind, every minute, every second, every microsecond. I always notice. I'd notice even if I was on my deathbed."

Your breath catches in your throat, and you finally manage to swallow the lump that's building up as you stare up at your reckoning.

"I just- I'd never try to leash you, sir."

His eyes soften, and he tilts his head slightly. You drive him mad with the way you don't realize what a dog he is for you. His voice comes out strained.

"You wouldn't need to. And don't call me that. You know my name, and as your superior l'm ordering you to address me properly."

Your cheeks flush, and you part your lips, letting out the breath you can't stop holding. A faint smile appears on your face, and you stand up slowly to meet him.

"You're like the moon, you know? You control everything like the tides. You control me, Osamu."

He shakes his head, and sighs deeply. If only you could see how wrong you were. He steps closer, moving his hand up your arm gently as he trails his way to your collarbone with ghost-like strokes.

"Did you know that sometimes when I'm laying in bed, all alone after a long day of controlling things, my only thoughts are about you?"

He confesses, sincerely. Dazai brings his face inches from yours, his voice now becoming a pleading whisper. His hand travels down to your waist, gripping it gently.

"Do you find it hard to believe that you bring me to my knees, the big scary Port Mafia boss? Because if so, you're a great fool! I love spending my time with you. I quite literally need you by my side in my times of need and at any random and mundane moment that passes. It brings me unimaginable joy when you nag me to get more sleep, especially when I don't listen because I can't wait to hear you say it over and over again. I don't like it when you have plans, or when you report to anyone else but me. I want you to stay with me tonight and every single night after and I don't care how awful this sounds. I don't care about you having a life outside of me."

Your throat feels tight, eyes wide at the fervor of his words alone. You reply with a shaky breath.

"Every single night after?"

"Every. Single. Night. After..."

"As if we were together?"

"We are together." He declares as if it were obvious this entire time.

Hearing Dazai be so blunt makes your mind fog over quickly, a whiplash of feelings that you never thought would ever see the light of day suddenly surface. He feels the same, realizing how much he's given away to you in such a short amount of time, but for him it's been rotting inside for years. He's been held together by the glue of your support too long not to kneel for you now. It's over for him, he's run out of masks to wear. He slowly guides your body backwards towards the opulent leather couch at the center of the room. You stop when you feel yourself backing up into the cool pebbled hide, and he slowly lowers you down onto your back with his arms supporting you. He delicately hovers over you, looking deeply into your eyes as he takes in the way your bodies feel against each other. For a moment he worries he might actually be trembling.

His breath hitches when you place a hand on the bandaged side of his face that covers his left eye. You stroke the fabric lightly, eyes twinkling with unfiltered adoration. He thinks about the only other person who's ever looked at him with such reverence, and how painful it is not to be able to tell his best friend he's in love. He leans into your touch, humming softly and closing his eyes as he molds his lips deeply into yours. It's not a kiss of sexual desire. This is a kiss born of romance and intimacy, a mutual oath of surrender. cold bandaged hands instinctively wander your body, starting at the waist down to your hips, and slowly exploring the plush of your thighs, kneading them. He runs them higher, lightly tracing your ribs with his index finger while the other hand cups your face. Dazai's mouth moves gently, and slowly pulls away from yours with a soft whine. His fingers trace your jawline as he stares at you. You taste like milk and honey. Like the moon and rain. He smiles at you, eyes sparkling like the night sky. You feel his heartbeat against your body. Every single pore of your skin is connected.

"Please— don't leave the Port Mafia, and don't leave me alone... Not tonight. Not ever. I'd become a tyrant without you."

"Is that also an order?" You murmur in between shallow breaths, dreamy eyes trained on him.

His eyes flicker over to your lips for a moment, then return to your eyes. His voice drops to something that resembles a soft whimper.

"Noo. No, it's not. I could never demand anything from you. But if you'll allow me to act selfishly, I just want to make you happy, to see you smile. I want you to keep greeting me with that tea you make every morning before our meetings. I also never want to hear you call me 'Sir' again. I am not your boss or your friend... I'm so much more than that. We've always been together. We will always be together— Is this too much?"

You shake your head, smiling uncontrollably at the way Dazai rambles in this moment, it's a side of him you've never seen in all the years you've known him. A stark contrast from the detached and cruel presence that frightens others on an almost daily basis. This seems like a person pretending to be the boss of the Port Mafia, an almost perfect imitation. You're not sure what barriers within him had to break for him to become the mushy and needy mess you see before you and what it all means in the long run, but you dismiss it for now. You get the feeling this might be the real Osamu Dazai. And that excites you.

"Never too much. I'm here and I'm staying. I would always stay."

He chuckles, it's a broken shaky laugh bordering on a sob. He buries himself in your neck, smiling against your soft skin, nibbling on it. He lightly runs his tongue against the mark he leaves, and slowly lifts his gaze to meet yours

"... I know you would. You always do."

You tilt your head, and hum in mild confusion at his odd little comment.

"Do you know something I don't?"

He flashes you a knowing smile and speaks prophetically as he lightly traces a finger over a large vein on your neck, following it down to your soft chest. He murmurs lazily while bringing his lips down to where he won't be able to get them off for the rest of the night.

"I know everything, silly.~"

The Port Mafia can wait, he's going home first.

[thatonefananticinclass]

So if you think that vox likes alastor but alastor dosn't like him back how do you think vox would react to alastor flirting with him?

Vox would probably be flabbergasted for a second, but then immediately try to regain his composure. Try to be smooth about it even though he's panicking on the inside, wondering why Alastor is doing this. Most likely he'd assume it's Alastor trying to mess with him(which he probably is) but he would still sweat a little under his collar. Alastor has easily played and provoked Vox to the point of causing a black out, so I think if Alastor flirted with Vox hard enough he'd lose it abs cause a couple blackouts around him. I don't think Alastor would go TOO flirty with it, at least physically. Leaving Vox once again irritated and obsessed. ....And unsatisfied 🤭 lol