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mfs will be like 'look me in the eyes and tell me theyre not in love.' and itll be pixelated block kakashi and shrek.
#its me#im mfs#double life#smalletho#boat boys#smeefo#trafficblr#life series#etho slab#joel smallishbeans#shitpost#cant be bothered to tag properly#because i lwk dont know how
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the roles i picked for the curious brothers in my sims 2 au are kinda reflective of how i feel about all the chaotix. pascal is my favourite, as is espio. lazlo i love almost equally for completely different reasons, same for vector. zip zip zIP (tycho) is also one of my favourites because i can make him behave like my brother (same as charmy). unfortunately i dont really care about vidcund, who is mighty.
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Everyone going insane about Verin being a Kiki fanboy/how cute they'd be but I CANNOT IMAGINE how awkward family dinners would get. Yes the brothers have exactly the same taste YES it is awkward YES the raw magic power in that room is frankly worrying.
#critical role#c1#c2#c3#keyleth of the air ashari#verin thelyss#essek thelyss#caleb widogast#etc#cant be bothered to tag this properly lol
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in the stranger things universe.. when Heathers was released in 1989 do y'all think joyce was like: "damn that veronica girl looks alot like me when i was younger"
#stranger things#heathers#joyce byers#winona ryder#veronica sawyer#i cant be bothered to tag properly lol
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metafrank but like the bits that make it obvious they are like really terrible together
#selfship#metafrank#imagine being functionally a sex worker but like without the money to make up for it#realistically i dont think theyd have sex but i do think its a good uhhh what do you call it#its a good vehicle to show this very specific issue of replacement and franks dissociation and projection of maria onto most women hes with#the kill her bit is like uhh cuz either someone will kill her to get back at him or shell 'die' in a more metaphorical sense#because he cant give her want she needs and deserves#big mistake of telling your complicated buddy that usually you think about your dead wife during any expression of affection#because if she didnt know its not meant for her maybe shed be less sad about it and in turn it would feel better for everyone involved#sadly meta is a little too smart for that i fear#serial yapper BOY NOBODY GAF!!!!!#i dont want to bother dailyfrank people. i might anyway#my account i get to choose what dumbfuck shit i get to post alright. its all tagged properly so its not like you can complain
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#i think im delusional#normally im so good at knowing off the bat if what im shipping is a rare pair or not#but after finish squid game 2 this week i happily strolled over to ao3#yknow to check out fics that surely existed for what i was looking for#nothing. zilch. checks character tag. certainly has a lot of fics. absolutely zero of what i actually wanted#like....surely im not crazy. surely SOMEONE gets it. it was literally right there. guess ill check social media?#checks social media#NOTHING. ZILCH#desperately checks REDDIT#NOTHING!!! ZILCH#HELLO???????#I THINK IM GOING CRAZY. DID I WATCH THE SAME SHOW??? DOES LITERALLY NO ONE ACTUALLY GENUINELY SHIP THIS#im literally terrified to even say what it is even tho it isnt like a surprise#its so normie vanilla cutesy shit to me like it seemed so obvious but i guess i have idiot goggles on!!!!!!#this seems a bit like a ship rant but its not i swear to god#i love all the ships a lot#but im actually genuinely absolutely stunned that apparently zero people are even engaging with this#so ill just.....? i....i dont even know what to do LOL#(i cant be bothered to even write this out properly as a text post im just here to express absolute confusion)#(also inhun incredible. that wasnt what i was searching for. i definitely do not have to dive to enjoy that. i can enjoy very easily)#sighs. pulls up gdoc#blah blah
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from what I can gather from your hcs, Peppino is immune to Gustavo's gnome charms. But the MOMENT that little man does something casually cute? Pep's exploding
I am giving poor Gus a bad rep 😭 i am tempted to make an actual post about it so i can put my ramblings under a readmore lmao
He is first and foremost very earnest and very sweet! He is not an opportunist trying to swindle money out of people😭 hes just really small and really cute and he learned that they get better combined tips on days when hes manning the counter 😭 So the little cutesy face is Less about him trying to con people out of things they want, and more like him playing around bc hes like ‘this little face gets us sooooo much money; its clearly bc of my Charm 🥺✨ ’ even tho he knows it wouldnt work on pep 😭
With that said, Gus being like passively cute works on Peppino bc hes just enamored with everything Gus does ☺️ yes even the playfulness of trying to pretend to con Pep is enamoring💖 he is sweet and silly and playful and whimsical and a rlly good and helpful little buddy n friend
#answered#pepstavo#///#////#/////#peppino#gustavo#it is quite literally a couple just being silly#peppino is stubborn as a bull; he KNOWS he cannot just bat his lashes and get what he wants#so hes like 😏 are u SURE ur sure this wont work on you ✨🥺✨’#and the answer is yes but they both know that and it adds to the fun#also suggestive in the next tags ->#but the reason why the cutesy charm doesnt work is bc flirting is OVERWHELMINGLY more effective than just using pubby dog eyes#like gus learned that SO fast it is INCREDIBLY easy to get him to do anything if u fluster him enough#the problem is that he gets a bit too hot n bothered and he cant think or focus properly#so gus just doesnt do it 😭 bc trying to weaponize flirting; esp at work just makes it so that pep just does nothing the whole day#but its like way more useful outside of work#peppino is a bit of a sucker and a yesman for this litte gnome 💖
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Omg guys really!?!?!?!? This was mine's!!!!!!
SPOILERS/////
Live Hazbin Hotel season finale reaction:

#ADAAAAAAAAAAAM#WHY ADAM WHY#adam hazbin hotel#i cant even be bothered to tag this properly the pain is too much#fuck all of you
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got injured while go karting so uhhhh
who wants to initmately care to my wounds or smth
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Obviously if your asks aren’t open then feel free to disregard this- (love your work btw I just- I cant- 🥰)
Do you think they keep the dog tags *ON* during sex? How do you think they’d wear them during it? Would they have you wear them?
You don’t HAVE to answer for each individual character obviously if you would rather just do it as a whole or just one that’s fine! Whatever works for you 💕
*cracks knuckles* I’ll do ‘em all. (Sorry for the long post, I’ll put it under a readmore when I get home 🙏)
Do the Tags Stay on in Bed?
Ghost wears his tags because, like the mask, they just don't ever come off. He is two people when he is with you--Ghost is the creature that can protect you, that can do the things Simon Riley would have been too weak for when it comes to your safety. But Simon is the man that could have loved you properly. Simon is the man Ghost believes could make you coffee in the morning, could rub your neck at the end of a long day.
It isn't initially why he wears his tags when he fucks you, but it is now--Ghost holds you in an iron grip, looms over you as he thrusts into you hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall, and feels the tags with a dead man's name clink against his chest. They remind him that you deserve whatever is left of the man who would have been far better for you than Ghost ever could be.
Soap wears his tags fully out of pride. The SAS is his life, is a massive part of his identity, and while he knows not every mission he's sent on is wholly for the good, he holds onto his conviction to act with integrity and compassion no matter what. The SAS might not always do good, but he will, as much as he can.
He wants you to be proud of him, too--he's really doing it all for you, after all. When those tags hang between you as your legs are wrapped around his waist, as they come to rest on your chest when he leans down to kiss you, he wants you to know that when he wears them he's thinking of you.
Gaz has no preference, but more often than not they stay on because he forgets to take them off. Usually, it's because the moment you're both free with enough time to actually have sex, he isn't going to bother with silly things like getting completely undressed--he wants you, now.
So, they've whacked you in the face a couple times as the two of you have gone at it. It's too funny to get mad at, and Gaz always uses it as an excuse to "make it up to you." Sometimes he'll take them off, too, and put them around your neck instead. "Keep 'em safe for me, eh?" he says with a grin.
Price takes his tags off. Over 20 years of service have left him wanting something that exists apart from violence and bloodshed, and every moment he spends with you is that something. He doesn't want to be the Captain with you, not unless he has to be--putting his tags aside gives him permission to just be John with you.
Besides, they'd get in the way. John does his very, very best to please you, to satisfy you beyond any expectation you may have of him, and sometimes that leaves you needing to bite down on his neck to keep from screaming. You’d probably not prefer to break a tooth on the tags’ chain.
Alejandro also takes his tags off, although it’s less about keeping work and pleasure separate and more about the annoyance they can be. When he is with you, Alejo is focused wholly on you, and does not appreciate distractions of any sort. He doesn’t want to have to fling his tags around to get them out of the way, or let them hang to be caught on an errant foot or wrist.
He does, however, love to see you wear them. It’s totally a possessive thing, but in the best way—Alejo worships the ground you walk on, and seeing his name around your neck inspires the same awe usually reserved for the divine. He thinks you could have anyone you wanted, and is humbled daily that you continue to choose him.
Rudy doesn’t care either way if the tags are on or off, and if the topic ever comes up he leaves that up to you. It’s an attitude that is very in-character—Rudy’s satisfaction comes from ensuring that you are satisfied, no matter what. Rudy’s love language, hands down, is acts of service.
Similarly to Alejo, however, he does enjoy seeing you wear his tags. “They belong to you anyway, mi vida,” he’ll tell you, lining your neck with gentle kisses. “All of me does.” (He has been known, however, to forget where he puts them if they do come off. So it’s probably better if they stay on.)
Bonus: Valeria gave hers to you a long time ago. She asks very frequently to see them, to make sure you keep them with you at all times. She promised herself she would never, ever carry their weight again, but she also can’t quite bear to throw them away, so now they stay with the only person in the world that she trusts.
If you wear them to bed, it will inspire a frenzy in her that will leave you limping the next morning. Those tags are a past version of her, a version she emerged from like a snake shedding its skin. While she is never sure how to feel about that previous self, seeing you take care its vestiges satisfies an ache in Valeria that she will never acknowledge.
Bonus: Graves has mixed feelings about his tags overall, being that he is technically not required to wear them anymore. They don’t mean the same thing to him now that they used to. That doesn’t mean they aren’t always on him, of course—he keeps them tucked into his boots. So you never see them.
If you were to ever find them, bring them into the bedroom? It could go one of two ways. On the one hand, you could end up benefitting short-term from the frustrated agitation those tags inspire, with Graves using your body to relieve an old, invisible hurt you never knew about. He will withdraw from you afterwords, though, too caught up in himself to really connect with. On the other, he could just withdraw immediately, recede from you, and the tension of that encounter will linger for days. It’s best not to involve his tags at all.
#simon ghost riley x reader#johnny soap mactavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#john price x reader#alejandro vargas x reader#rodolfo rudy parra x reader#valeria garza x reader#phillip graves x reader#call of duty imagine#mw2 x reader#call of duty headcanons#mw2 headcanons#mw2 imagine#ghost x reader#gaz x reader#soap x reader#price x reader#alejo x reader#rudy x reader#valeria x reader#graves x reader#answered
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idk if i'm to late but hears my oc! her name is June, if you do end up drawing her hope you have fun doing it :)

Thank you all for 1500 followers!
A small gift from me! The first five people who send me a reference of their dragon/pony/cat OCs will receive fullbody art. The next five will receive headshot art and the remaining five will receive chibi art. Good luck.
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A Little Christmas Gift
Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader
Tags: NSFW MDNI, Smut, Oral (f! recieving), Porn with no plot, unprotected PnV, Pet names (Sweetness, Princess, baby, whore, slut) Degradation & Praise kink, OOC Leon.
Word count: 0.5k.
A/N: Something short while i get back to my usual stuff, sorry for going missing, College drains the creativity sometimes, As alway dividers by @/CafeKitsune.
"F-fuck, Leon wait, we're gonna knock it down" You said as you fell back, pieces of paper ribbon torn to shreds on the floor as Leon kissed and licked your tits. Clashing slightly against the trunk of the Christmas tree where you had originally sat yourself under, waiting for him to get home, wrapped up in that silly decorative paper.
"Yeah? Well, i want to open my present properly Sweetness" he laughed as he released your skin with a pop, panting as he reached for the last bits of ribbon on your legs.
It didn't take more than a rough movement to rip it off, quickly pushing your legs apart "You really thought…" His voice a low growl as he left wet kisses trailing down your thighs "you could be a lil minx right after i came back? Leave me hot and bothered?" Biting slightly at your plush meat. "Not this time. You're dealing with it, right here"
He moved your panties to the side, tongue slowly teasing at your needy clit as you grasped at the Tree skirt, your mouth falling open with a moan of his name.
"fuck— Princess" he groaned, his cock twitching as you tried to close your legs, pressing him further into your cunt "No, be a good slut and keep them open so i can fuck you nice and hard.''
His tongue traced lazy circles over your puffy bundle, making you whine, his hot breath and grunts sending some more pleasure waves through your body as his fingers dug into your thighs.
He pulled away from your cunt, just before you could cum, licking the remainder slick off his lips, one hand pressed your thigh against the floor, the other went to pull down his pants and boxers enough for his to spring from them, already hard.
Your face flushed as his tip pressed against your wet whole "What? You're gonna act all innocent? As if you werent here waiting for me? all tied up in that thin Paper, only in your bra and panties?" he mocked you, slighty teasing you with the head of his dick.
His cock sunk inside your pussy, both moaning as he bottomed you out, your gummy walls clenching around his shaft, "L-leon" you cried out, back arching as he thrusted.
You looked so pretty for him, that stupid paper ribbon on your increasingly messier hair, the traces of your little wrap up all torn around you, eyes rolled back as he fucked you stupid, his little Christmas present.
He grunted as your pussy squeezed him, pistoning his cock into your favourite spot, pelvis pressing against your clit.
"God, you were made for me" his voice roughed by arousal. "Was this what you wanted? Me, coming home to ravage you under the tree?"
He teased your clit further with his thumb, making you scream at the extra stimulation, managing only to squeak out "mhm!"
"Use your words slut" he groaned.
"N-needed your cock so so bad" you choked out as you felt your orgasm building up.
"Fuck—" he grunted, upping the speed, teasing you up until you finally came undone under him, back arched again as he kept fucking you through your peak. "gonna fill you up until you cant think straight"
He bit his lip, pace stuttering as your fluttering walls pushed him over the edge, spilling inside you with a low growl.
He panted for a second, staring at you while still inside, before reaching for your hair, putting the decoration on it back in place, pulling the remainder of parts of you from under the tree. Lifting your face up to kiss you, his voice softening up as he pulled out and adjusted his boxers back on, "You were the best present, baby."
#hachi thoughts#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#resident evil x reader#leon s kennedy#leon s kennedy x reader#re4 remake#resident evil#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy fanfic#resident evil leon#out of character#leon s kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader smut#smut#fanfic smut#resident evil fanfiction#Lunatic's love letter
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I imagine sub Spencer would be literally rock hard by just being allowed to touch you, like he LOVES when you let him touch or kiss you anywhere he wants
omfg literally!!! i imagine he'd be so fascinated watching his fingers thrust in and out of you and just cant help but palm himself as he does it bcs he's just so needy and hard for you :,)
HEADCANON SEGMENT!!!(i should actually make a headcanon segment tag)
can and will cum in his pants just by eating you out bcs he just loves to hear how good he makes you feel and loves the way you pull his hair and grind into his mouth.
loves giving way more than receiving, don't get me wrong he loves a good bj bcs he's still a man after all but having you sit on his face or use his fingers??? absolute heaven for him.
later seasons spencer definitely eats you out so much that his facial hair would be literally bleached and he'd just have to make up some bullshit excuse that red facial hair runs in his family if anyone pointed it out.
100% loves sucking on your boobs and can't help but grind on your thigh and whimper into your skin while he does it.
is always completely baffled listening to other men talk about how great bjs are and how they can't be bothered to go down on their gfs and just sits there like??? bcs he just can't get enough of it.
when he gets exposed as a munch in the bureau he gets so much praise from the woman, all of them telling him how good of a man he is and how lucky you are to have him, the whole thing making him feel very confident that he was a good boyfriend to you.
(spencer x bau!reader) he has been pulled aside multiple times by other men in the bureau and been very bashfully asked how to eat pussy properly after you very public and very loudly hyped up how good he was at it.
never has a good response to being asked how, he just...does? he doesn't have any specific technique and hasn't since he found out that everyone is different and what works for you wouldn't work for someone else.
absolutely knows your body like the back of his hand and can make you cum in two minutes flat.
loves to worship your body, leaving gentle kisses all over you and letting his hands trail over all your curves and contours.
would definitely get excited when it comes to the end of the work day, knowing that he could come home and bury his face between your thighs and eat you out to his heart's content.
honestly this just became munch!spencer but he's a munch your honour what can i say ;3
#📬 maeve's mailbox!#💌 headcanon segment!!!∩^ω^∩#spencer reid#spencer reid fandom#dr spencer reid#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid one shot#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid smut#spencer reid headcanon#spencer reid criminal minds#criminal minds#criminal minds fandom#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds fluff#criminal minds oneshot#criminal minds smut#criminal minds fic#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds headcanons#mgg#matthew gray gubler#mgg smut#mgg fanfiction#mgg x reader#mgg imagine
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finally finished it!
Did a challenge I saw on Twitter, pretty fun
If you want spoiled on who the characters are, read the tags. If not, feel free to guess!
#wings of fire#digital art#i cant be bothered to tag this properly#wof shipping#Queen scarlet my beloved
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„curious” ♡
a/n —hey all! hope ur doin' well, drink water if you haven't! have this as a treat. it's 2k and some more but i cant be bothered to check for specifics. (p.s sorry if the tarot aspects of this are wonky! i did my best to research and i pulled reference from my sister's experience with tarot cards/reading.)
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
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Dazai Osamu x GN!reader
Tags— 22/ada dazai, flirting?, pre-slash, don't question why reader's given a key, reader works under ango but he's also they're dad figure, it's a whole thing, mentions of sskk though not explicitly platonic or romantic, take that as you wish, dazai's infuriating habit of burying feelings and then one day he'll die
CW/TW— dazai. (/j, none i can think of.)
note — reader's ability in this is based on one that my friend chose for our self-ship au. "Teacher of Truth by Saneatsu Mushanokoji: The user can employ tarot cards to gain insight into the past, current, and possible future situations. The user needs to know what each of the cards mean in order to properly interpret what they say." it's from a post on tumblr, but I couldn't find it for the life of me! i'll credit if i can. anyway, it's been tweaked a little so i'm here to explain. in this, reader can choose to use their ability during a reading or not, but the tarot cards are always personal to them. people they know will sometimes show in the cards if they're important to them.
The next time Dazai sees you, it’s well before the ADA opens for the day. He’d admittedly had a rough night—sleep evaded him like always, and he hadn’t had dinner because of his own laziness. His futon was impossibly comfy. How was he meant to part with its loving warmth?
The Door to the agency creaks open, the sound not unlike the groan of the cafe floorboards only steps away. One of Dazai’s favorite activities was purposely seeking out the creaky floorboards and dancing on them so loud Kunikida would have to berate him, of course. He was intimately familiar with the annoying sounds this old building could make.
The office is darker than during working hours, but he notices the meager amount of lights still switched on. Distantly, he knows Kunikida would’ve blown a gasket about the electric bill if he had found them still on. He takes a step into the room-
Something rustles. Downstairs, an old radio plays a song he does not recognize. Pigeons flutter and coo from outside the window.
Somebody was in the agency, and had it been any of his fellow detectives, he’d have known.
“Hmmm, what’s this,” he mutters absently, volume low enough to alert whoever it was had decided to trespass.
”Dazai-san?” a soft voice calls, and Dazai pauses for a moment. A short, hollow sound follows—cards shuffling. He bites the inside of his cheek. How curious.
”Last I checked, you don’t clock in with the rest of us measly agents. Surely Ango’s fuming by now?” He hums, stepping into view of you. you’re sat at Atsushi’s desk, bag perched on top of Atsushi’s empty report trays. Dazai almost smirks at the sight— silly Atsushi, always rushing to complete everything in a timely manner. One day, he’d get him to turn them in later, hopefully months later- like he did.
”Hm, no. I clocked in earlier, but Ango wanted me over here early. Something about a mission I have to hand over to Fukuzawa-dono. I got a key from him last time, so I just let myself in.” you explained. Dazai pulled his own chair out and collapsed into it, peering down at what your hands were busying themselves with.
He realizes they’re tarot cards. Thick and sturdy under your fingers, you set them up neatly in front of yourself. The backs are a matte purple, decorated with silver details that glint as the sunrise light hits them for just a fraction of a second. The illustrations seem to flicker with movement, almost like snapshots of time shifting through an old camera, frame after frame.
”What’s got you so busy?” he asks, exaggeratingly leaning over to look at the cards. You laugh and smile, expression wobbly. He notes the change. You briefly shake out the bracelet laying on your wrist, almost nervously. You lay the last card on the desk’s surface. Atsushi’s cute cat clock ticks from where it’s placed near his report trays.
“I do readings for the day early in the morning, just in case. Sometimes, I don’t even use my ability.” You explain, keeping your voice low so as not to break the morning peace. Dazai glances at the cat clock. Soon, the secretaries and Kunikida will clock in and begin their work day. He focuses back on you and grins, intrigued.
“Anxious, then? I guess the ability to see the future will do that to ‘ya.” Dazai sighed, crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hand. He was content to watch you finish setting the cards down in a formation he admittedly did not understand.
” What does that one mean?” he says, pointing to one of the cards. Its flickering surface shows a woman with mint-colored hair pulled up into a bun. Behind her, there’s a black mass, and she seems to be standing in a graveyard. There are two Xs at the top of the card. You redirect your attention to the card he’s hovering his finger over and smile.
”That’s Judgment—renewal, reflection, awakening, or reckoning. For a personal reading, it would mean going through a period of self-evaluation or maybe even trying to understand the people around you and your situation more.” You explain, seemingly done with the spread and setting down the other cards nearby. Dazai purses his lips.
”Sounds gloomy. Lame!” He huffs, upset by his choice. you gasp and narrow your eyes.
”Don’t call them lame! You’ll piss them off, Dazai.” You hiss, smacking him on the arm. Dazai grins and leans closer, smile growing coy.
”Really now? And how exactly does one do that?” Dazai prods. You stick your tongue out and cross your arms.
“Not telling. Now shut up and let me do my reading.” You grumble, eyes flicking over the cards. Dazai whines and throws himself forward, almost shoving you off of Atsushi’s chair.
”Dude!” You yelp, hands scrambling to grasp his coat as he rights himself. Dazai grabs you by the shoulders and shakes, intent on being the biggest possible nuisance.
”That’s boring! Do your reading laterrrr; it won’t matter, right? Ne- do a reading for me! I wanna know my future,” He begs, grinning. You blink and scowl, pushing him away.
”First off, it would matter. Doing a reading later would be a completely different outcome. Just wait. All I have to do is interpret these. I’ll do yours after.” You grumble, adjusting their sleeves and settling back into the chair. Dazai harrumphs but settles into his own chair to watch you silently read the cards.
You focus back on the cards, and Dazai settles himself by watching you idly. You’re dressed in what you always wear to work, but it’s casual enough to know doubt have been breaking the dress code had you not been working under Ango for so long. There’s a small scrunch to your nose as you focus on your task, and Dazai can spot how you run your tongue over your teeth in thought. Dazai looks away pointedly. Taking a few breaths, he forcibly clears his mind. How odd.
”Okay, done.” You hum, straightening and starting to pick up the cards. He shifts so his whole body is faced toward you. You take gentle care of the cards, putting them back into the deck.
”Why do they flicker like that? You aren’t using your ability,” he asks, curious about the shifting images on the cards. You shrug.
”Don’t know. It happens no matter what deck I use, though I prefer using this one. The images just shift into the same ones most of the time, though some have changed over time.” You explain, shuffling the cards. Dazai reaches out and hovers over your hand before poking the back of it gently. You let him despite knowing the outcome.
The images on the cards still lying on the table flicker, completely uninterrupted, even as Dazai feels the shiver of his ability eating away at yours. He hums and pulls away. He hadn’t been paying attention when he jostled you earlier, but you were right- they were unaffected.
”Strange, but not unheard of. Some ability effects aren’t considered active enough for my ability to erase.” Dazai says, allowing you to continue. you finish and present him with the deck, pulling away when he goes to take them.
”Don’t be mean to them. They’ll be mean to you. You can’t even think anything negative; they’ll know. You’re gonna cut the deck in 3, okay? We’ll do a simple reading.” you explain, and only once Dazai agrees (crosses his heart and hopes to die!) is he gently handed the cards.
”What do you want to read? We can focus on love, or money, or your career, things like that.” You say. Dazai ponders for a moment before sniffing, mouth settled into a pompous pout.
”I want to know if someone will finally be interested in a double suicide with me.” He huffs. You scoff.
”You’re insane. Okay, so love. Think about that while you cut them.” You nod, giving him the go-ahead. He runs his fingers over the well-loved edges and slots his thumbs through the deck where it feels right, setting the individual cuts down on the desk before them. He tries to take it as seriously as possible, though thinking about love has always made him squirm and itch beneath his skin.
You reach over once he’s done and clear your throat, carefully picking the top cards on each deck and laying them out in front of him. On the left, the first card flipped is a wheel, seemingly in the sky and surrounded by clouds. The clouds float by calmly, though Dazai can’t find anything particularly personal to you the way some of the other cards would show.
It’s made a little more difficult considering the card’s orientation- upside down.
You hum at it before moving on. The card in the middle is revealed, and this one piques his interest. He grins a little at the image. Two figures hold goblets in their hands, strings of power rising from the cups and meeting above their heads to form a Yin and Yang sign. The figures are startingly familiar- one dark-haired, the other light-haired. Accents in their hair match each other, silver and black clashing and melding nicely. This one’s facing right-side up. The image flickers to show the energy that swirls around, occasionally circling their respective holders.
The last one flicks onto the wooden desk with a hollow sound. The image is soft, not unlike the first one with the blue sky. A sun takes up the upper half, rays pronounced against the sky. Ttheire’s a little kid in the illustration, their beaming face scrunched up in happiness. There’s a flag clutched in one hand, with the other gripping onto the mane of the white horse they’re perched upon. Sunflowers frame them, peaking over the illustrated garden wall behind them.
It’s an endlessly endearing picture, and from the smile, he has a feeling he knows who it is. Like the last one, it’s right-side up.
You settle your chin against your palm, leaning on the table with a hum.
”That’s….a really nice reading, actually.” You move to point at the cards. Dazai sits patiently with his hands on his lap. Nothing more fascinating than seeing someone in their element, he supposed.
”That first one is The Wheel of Fortune. Upside down, it’s a little darker. It represents your past,” you pause, looking at him for a moment. “I think for you, it’s focused on the feeling of helplessness—lack of power or control…like you had love but couldn’t control how and when you lost it,” you say, your voice soft. Dazai fights to ignore the discomfort building in his throat.
”Well, what can I say? My dark past haunts me,” he bemoans, and you huff a soft laugh. You move on to the next card- the cups. You look a little embarrassed by this one.
”This one is the present. Two cups represent…well, partnership. More specifically, the realization of a new partnership. This one can be pretty romantic. I guess you’ve got something to look forward to soon,” you say, pointedly ignoring the images of his two kohais. He grins, sparing you of the teasing. He didn’t know how well you even knew Akutagawa- but it was amusing to see everyone could see what those two denied vehemently.
”The last one is the future. You got The Sun, which is actually really sweet.” Through your embarrassment, Dazai watches a sweet smile grow on your face. He matches it easily.
“It means joy and success, for you in particular. It means…whatever or whoever your two cups is for, you’ll be very happy together.” You say, and Dazai sighs wistfully.
”Maybe someone will finally want to commit suicide with me! This news might keep me alive a day longer just yet,” Dazai coos. You groan and take a deep breath, seemingly ignoring him as you duck your head down and then start to put the cards back.
”You better hope you didn’t piss this deck off, Dazai.” you huff, glaring. Dazai pouts, cradling his face in his hands.
“What?! I followed all your rules; I would never,” he whines. You flip him off and busily tuck the cards into a soft leather pouch. He lets his hands drop and watches for a moment.
”Thanks for the reading,” Dazai says, his voice back to normal. You glance at him and smile.
”Yeah, no problem. It’s nice to read without my ability once in a while,” you admit, expression soft. He grins. Something stirs in his chest.
”You can read me whenever you want, lovely.” He purrs jokingly. You startle, flushing. You glare and kick him with your foot.
”Don’t say shit like that,” you mutter. Dazai whines out a laugh, having settled on teasing you until he could see the smoke coming out your ears.
Before he could continue, the door creaks open, and the overhead lights flick on. Multiple people come shuffling in, and Dazai can hear Kunikida conversing lowly with Fukuzawa. The secretaries also file in, chattering contently amongst themselves. Fukuzawa and Kunkida pause only to greet them both. you wave politely, and Dazai salutes them both.
you blink your eyes to adjust to the light now flooding the room. Dazai huffs and stands with a groan.
”Alright, I’ve got five minutes to get out of here. You’ll be going in to see Shachou, right?” He asks, stretching. you stand and nod, giving him a look.
”Where are you going?” you ask, picking up your bag. He groans at the way his back pops as he rights himself from his stretching.
”Home. I only came here 'cause I was bored. But in the long run, it’ll be a lot funnier if Kunikida’s mad all morning when I don’t show up~” He snickers. you shake your head, a smile pulling at your mouth.
“You’re so lame. See you, then.” You sighed, heading down the hall Kunikida and Fukuzawa had disappeared down.
”And yet you love me. ‘Till we meet again,” he calls, pointedly ignoring the yell you let out.
”Whatever!” you yelped, and Dazai let the agency door click closed behind him.
He grins. Curious indeed.

note — can you tell i love brothers! atsushi and dazai? also, the woman in Judgement is Mizuki Tsujimura, who I headcanon is pretty good friends with reader in this one. :) please let me know if there are any pronoun inconsistencies! this was originally written with she/her pronouns, and i did my best to fix it to match the gender neutral style i like to use for tumblr stuffs.
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Please yap about monster falls stancest I wanna hear all your thoughts about them
YEEEEEEEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
see. i think i said it in the tags of another post earlier but. im obssessed w the idea that they turn into monsters after fords return.
i know a lot of ppl nowadays do monster falls as a thing where like. everyone is just a monster naturally, like humanity is just a bunch of folk tale monster and human hybrids. BUT ive always liked the og idea its a phenomenon in gravity falls the town because of an enchanted spring somewhere in the woods
stan being a gargoyle just makes him complain more. sure, he isnt dealing with as much back or knee pain anymore, but he's literally made of stone. he's heavy, if he stomps too much he may break some of the older wooden floorboards in the shack. he cant fit in his old shoes because of claws, cant wear his fez properly because of his horns, and now he has to worry about a tail he cant properly control yet and wings. and he cant even fly! i like to think his back brand from the portal incident makes it so one of his wings is just basically burnt off. plus, he ripped through his dress shirt and mr mystery coat with his wings. bummerrrrrr. now he looks just as ugly as he feels
and then theres ford, who i think would be fascinated by the spring since he never encountered it during his couple years of study. he's self assured and confident in himself, especially now. he knows hes a freak and doesnt bother hiding it. he's actually really impressed with his physical changes, he gets wings, a tail, large paws that make writing difficult but he manages, and he starts sprouting fur almost all over. he has to resew his jacket and shirt to make holes for his new wings, but he doesnt mind. he does a lot of study on himself and then moves onto the family, taking looots of notes about deer dipper and unicorn mabel.
so. if this happens before weirdmageddon, dude the stans are Hating eachother, but its still tense. ford wants to ask stan a bunch of questions and write notes about his new biology, but he's also really mad at stan. yknow? meanwhile stan is even more jealous that fords the "superior" twin. ford gets to be a colorful, cool looking sphinx thing that can fly, meanwhile stan just got uglier.
if it happens post weirdmageddon during one of the twins summer visits while the stans dock their boat to hang w the kids, then theyre definitely able to ............................... erm. explore. the side effects of being monsters in a more gentle and loving way with eachother. hehe
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