#hes territorial hes a DOG!

[ro-bottt]

Do you agree with my creation 🥳

[iztea]

i personally believe chuuya simply DIY-ed a makeshift leg cast with the stuff he found in prison but ended up bridal carrying dazai out anyways because they wouldn't have made it in time at that pace

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[oodlesodoodles]

[yayll]

omg PLSPLSPLS GIVE US GIRLDAD!DAZAI!!! Im literally so obsessed w ur work and luv luv luv reading it <3

just wanna say thank u so much anon for sending in the CUTEST request ever i have never thought abt it this way and when i finally did it was over for me. it wrote itself. THANK U FOR LIKING MY WORK THATS SO SWEET AHHH :') i keep getting ill so srry it's a lil late but i am so thankful for you trusting me w ur concept. mwahhhh.

~ a little something about girldad!Dazai simply trying his best, and loving it ~

Dazai never thought the day would come when his life finally felt complete. First, you happened to him and that was something he couldn't even fathom in a million lifetimes. It wasn't meant for him, and letting love into his heart felt like going against the nature of things. He struggled with it for a long time, pushing you away and making sure you realized this wasn't something worth pursuing... but you never relented, and he stopped fighting the longing for something more. You made him feel it was okay to want, to yearn, to need. And so came along every single repressed desire he had ever had. The love between you bloomed, and he thought this was the height of it all; The bandages he wore over his body were no longer grim reminders of his lack of humanity and the masks he wore on the daily. Those frayed wraps of fabric were symbols of love returning, of patience, of a lived in soul, and he no longer had to maintain them alone. He had you.

And then one day, he suddenly had a little girl in his life.

Another life to nurture and to start anew with, and his fear was that he yet again could not redeem himself from his past, but he was determined for her, for you and for himself to not let that be the case. When you gave him the most precious thing he didn't think he ever wanted nor could ever have, that was the day he vowed to be the epitome of a true figure worth looking up to. Osamu Dazai, the family man! Dad of the year!

... Except today, when he woke up late to take the apple of his eye to preschool. You were out of town, and though you eventually claimed to have faith in his solo parenting skills, it was a complete leap of faith. He comforted you for hours, how hard could it be? He can be both parents at once! How cruel of you to even doubt him. He remembers the look on your face when he slammed the door on you while holding your precious angel in his arms, both of them giggling while they waved you off as if they rehearsed it.

Aaaand now he realized why you were so worried. He looks at the time and he springs out of bed, running off to her bedroom. She even sleeps like a little lamb, he thinks to himself. He rushes at her side and softly turns her over.

"Little love, wake uuupppp..."

She pouts, shaking her head as she shifts in her sleep. He sighs and tries again a little more desperately.

"If you wake up, that will be really good for daddy, otherwise mommy will kill me! Up we go!"

He picks her up, and she rubs her eyes as Dazai does the most rushed morning routine ever.

He gets her dressed, though the socks don't match, and when he does her pigtails, they're lopsided. How do you do it?! And now he has to FEED her?! He stuffs a few handfuls of cereal into his mouth while giving her a proper bowl, but they're so late he thinks they should just start walking now.

"Take the bowl with you, we can do this thing called eat and walk! Yes?"

"'Kay, daddy!"

She simply giggles, not understanding how dire it is for her to make it today. She holds onto her cereal bowl as he grabs her backpack, both of them walking out into the street. Dazai's fast walking and her bowl sloshes a bit as she tries to match his pace and eat at the same time.

She's waddling adorably, and he gets lost in watching her carefully while also literally getting lost finding the school. He stops at the crosswalk, and thinks to himself. She looks up at him with a milk mustache, and her soft melodic voice rings once more like a voice of reason. She points to the right.

"That way! hehe."

Dazai has no time to fact check this, and at this point she's parenting him. You'd pass out of laughter if you could see him right now. They rush towards the school, and when he drops her off at the gate, he gives her a big kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, okay? Now give daddy the cereal bowl. How yum was that?"

She cheers, smiling wide.

"Yum!!!!"

He smirks, and takes the bowl. At least he got that right, that smile alone is worth every late start to his mornings. He waves at her as she enters the school, and forgets he's holding the bowl still, her teacher looking at him like he's deranged. You were so proud to hear that his first time parenting alone went so smooth! What you didn't know was that your little girl did most of the work keeping him on track. Still counts, right?

Another time he was exemplary was when he had just given her a bath and you were supervising to make sure he got her routine down.

"Osamu, that's the conditioner. The shampoo is over there."

You laugh while pointing at the clearly marked bottle. He rolls his eyes, smirking as he continues to rub it in her little swirl of dark hair.

"Oh please, I knew that. This makes it soft! And all detangled... It's a better routine, trust me. This is so much better."

He was totally bullshitting, he had no idea there was more than one hair product ever. This is the same man who used to find showers foreign and eat canned crab for every meal. You simply nodded, seeing right through his facade. But it was all so endearing watching your daughter splash the water on his face and play with rubber duckies, it was a dream come true. It was a dream you knew was more precious to him than anything, so you let him have his fun.

Once bath time is over, he places her on the bed in her diaper and walks out to grab her a change of clothes. Uh oh, he forgot today was laundry day! He walks back into the room a few moments later, thinking of how to pivot without having to bother you when he sees his little angel wrapped head to toe in a full roll of his bandages. His eyes go wide at the sight of the wrapped up toddler, and he laughs nervously as he rushes over while she has the time of her life squealing and rolling around the bed. He pretends to be mad.

"Little love! That's not clothes, silly! That's for daddy only, you have your own."

She simply disregards this, her mind focusing on how hilarious it would be if she just started making bubbles with her saliva instead. Dazai chuckles again, and puts his hands on his hips.

"Oh, such attitude! You know, l'm gonna have to do it... Remember when I told you about daddy's old job? I'm gonna have to get mean againnn..~"

He immediately launches himself onto the bed, tickling her through the thick fabric, and when you rush over you find them both just collapsed on the bed, Dazai counting her fingers and toes in order to distract her enough to unwrap her. Luckily, you had a spare onesie for her to save the day... even if it took the both of you to get her out of her improvised outfit. What a strong willed little one! You hoped this wasn't a special abillity developing...

It's no surprise she's a daddy's girl either, a mini Dazai at her core with your balancing characteristics on the surface. She was a little menace, sticking her tongue out at dogs every time she saw them because Dazai would do the same. He would even go as far as to help her dress like her hero! Of course you both had a stroke when you saw how tightly she wore that bolo tie, but the laugh after was worth the worry... After you scolded both of them... but it proved useless against two of the most experienced charmers you've ever met. You just couldn't win.

You especially could never get used to the sight after a long day of existing in the real world, simply watching her climb up to the couch and playing with Dazai's hair as she nuzzles herself into his shoulder, right in the crook of his neck. It was just as intense for his poor little heart as well. The way she'd yank on a strand while he pretended to be asleep was priceless, or when she'd stick her finger in his nose, causing him to have a sneezing fit soon after. It was almost karmic the way she both adored him and put him in his place, just like you.

"Daddy has brown hair because he drinks chocolate milk."

"Daddy stinks today. Throw him away!"

"Daddy looks like a mummy. Do you like mummies?"

"Who's Kunikida? He yelled at daddy today, it was funny!"

She'd babble on about all kinds of curious nonsense. You'd simply nod and agree. She was never wrong!

But what really got to you was watching her pass out on his head after hours of playtime, and the way Dazai would finally open his eyes with that smug smile of his, scooping her up and carefully taking her to bed. He tucks her in, whispering about all the adventures they'll have tomorrow and the days after. About all the rules they'll break together, and mysteries they'll solve when he takes her to work with him. He doesn't tell bedtime stories per se, but he spends all his time having actual conversations with her until she dozes off because he cannot believe this is a little extension of him and he's just as fascinated with knowing her the way she is with him. With life.

She's full of it, something he wasn't for a long time, and it brings him to tears when he sometimes thinks about it too long in private.

You're both his life and he didn't realize he could still feel regret like he does when he thinks of all the times he spent trying to end his own existence. It's a whole different world, and sure, he also loves to use her as an excuse to continue to slack off at work, and maaaybe he likes to sometimes force Atsushi to turn so she can pet him like the giant cat he is out of both their own entertainment, but dying is no longer the priority. It hasn't been for a long time, and he thinks he's doing an okay job... At being a dad, at being a human, at belonging in this world.

When he finally gets in bed with you, he feels whole. He also feels impish when he turns over and whispers.

"Maybe it's time for another, hm?~"

Oops!

[piosplayhouse]

bingpup inspired by my dog who will only hump female dogs 10x his size even though he can't even reach their knees (drawn with my finger)

[xerorao]

Keep your fangs sharp, and your cash hidden 🐺🪙

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

its the 'ADA' halloween party, but if you squint there's at least 2 guild members, 4+ port mafia members, maybe a special operations division man, a handful of other criminals who used to be enemies, oh and a calico cat

[kstarlitchaotics]

It's always that Bruce is "abusive" towards Jason in the animated version not; Bruce does cares he's just his way of showing tough love no one uses that saying anymore

I love-adore Jason don't get me wrong but a young adult telling an full grown adult of who has three maybe four times the experience of how to handle things in a city that was originally his and someone else coming into thinking they know it better yeah sorry but no

[glorious-spoon]

walking on my road and doing an amateur survey of the 1/1 overlap between people who still have trump signs up in their yards two weeks after the election and people with giant aggressive unleashed dogs that like to charge down the road after me

[wodniars-void]

hello terra mutual i’m gonna scream at you. TERRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i will forever not be normal about how wretchedly tragic his fate was 🔥‼️💪💯

gfksjsksks hi Peach I'm so glad I'm the Terra mutual!!!!

Yeah I'll never be normal about him either like. All he really wanted was to do good and impress his dad and protect his friends. And instead he got his body stolen and he was trapped in servitude to the guy that stole his body for twelve years.

AND. His very existence was split into three parts???? He was literally torn into the three foundational components of a person. Nobody else in the series has been torn apart that thoroughly. Like yeah other people made nobodies and heartless but Terra's will was ripped out of him so hard it became it's own dude. (I love the Lingering Will and I could create an entire presentation arguing for it's personhood but that's neither here nor there. Ask me about it sometime tho) His nobody wasn't even really his, Xemnas is more Xehanort's. So all that really gets left behind is his heart and mind, in separate parts, because again, Xehanort stole his body.

It fucks me up just how much he suffered. Especially because he's only like, 20, and I'M gonna be 20. I can't imagine myself in his shoes. On paper 20 sounds old especially for kh protagonists but. No that's young. Of course he made mistakes or did stupid things, so would I! And he doesn't have the benefit of being an outside observer to the narrative!!!! He was raised very sheltered and had no reason not to be just as trusting as Aqua and Ven, he just kept being handed the wrong people. And Xehanort was his master/father figure's old friend, who Eraqus clearly thought very highly of still, so of course he doesn't find him suspicious.

He's so. I love him. Something about him hit me like a truck and I haven't been normal since.

[tightjeansjavi]

I don’t make the rules…but QZ!joel has a piss kink 👹

[anomura]

and is this "buck from manitowoc" in the room with us now, john?

[gorjee-art]

If you've already answered this somewhere before, feel free to delete this ask, but why does Charles have all those staples in his hands and up his sternum?

Also, where did you get the artistic inspiration for it, if it at all had a source? There's a character called Shin from Dorohedoro who has those staples around his fingers, but I didn't realise it was an actual thing, so I was pretty surprised to see that feature in another character.

I may have to draw an in depth explanation of Charlie’s scars in the future cause this ask tickled me pink. Finally! An excuse to go in depth!!!

And funny you mentioned Shin from dorehedoro because that was one of the many inspirations for Charles! Especially the staples on his hands! It started as “oh well I just think it looks cool, he needed to look more mauled anyway.” Now it has some significant story purpose!

Charles to put it in the most simplest terms possible, is a Frankenstein’s monster, every scar on his body was mostly a lesson learned and a reminder that stains his skin. However those staples was from the insertion of prosthetics! In short: METALLIC BONES!

Cut then inserted, or either plastered on, it wasn’t exactly the most delicate process but he was one of the first pioneers that had to endure getting body modifications in Elysium! It wasn’t exactly his choice but at that time he was young and needed the money.

The best idea I can give for his situation is a pretty close resemblance to what rocket raccoon went through. But instead of the desire of a perfect society, people who worked on him wanted him to be a perfect man. Now his punch is deadly and can clock a man’s jaw off, even if he was holding back!

His modifications are mostly inside his limbs and ribs, everything else is still au’ natural.

[spotinthespiral]

So apparently I never posted him, but here's my Pitty npc because I think my pirate would be far more attached to her Bear Family in Grizzleheim than her birth parents :) (His name is Dain Ironside)

[kittykatninja321]

Calling this one werewolf/dog coded Jason Todd

[chevvy-yates]

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