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papier-ciseaux · 25 days ago
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I was given the prompt "magical girl with improbable weapons".
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mysteryideasgroup · 4 months ago
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Two Businesses (MSA X SD: There’s No Creature Like Snow Creature TNCLSC ocs)
Full Name:
Male Business/Businessman (Former/Before), Snow Shovel Worker of Manager Eda (Current/After)
Age:
Blood Type:
Family Members Relatives:
Other Family Members Relatives:
Friends: Mystery Inc. Team, Mystery Teams, Girls' Clues Club Team, Chris Klug, Nate Jacquet, Manager Theodore Shushman (Worker), Bruce Wilkinson, Manager Eda Jerryson (Worker)
Enemies: Avalanche Anderson (True Culprit), William Jacobson (True Culprit)
Species:  Human
Status: Alive/Active 
Alignment: Neutral
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weapons: Snow Shovel
Powers and Abilities: 
Skills and Abilities: Snow Shovel skills, clean skills of snow
Skin Colour: Rose Beige
Eyes Colour: Navy Blue Colour
Hair Colour: Navy Blue Colour
Clothes: Business Clothes and Snow Clothes
Shoes: Business Shoes and Snow Shoes
Hair Styles: Pushed Back Long
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Full Name:
Female News Reporter
Age:
Blood Type:
Family Members Relatives:
Other Family Members Relatives:
Friends: Mystery Inc. Team, Mystery Teams, Girls' Clues Club Team, Chris Klug, Nate Jacquet, Manager Theodore Shushman, Bruce Wilkinson, Manager Eda Jerryson
Enemies: Avalanche Anderson (True Culprit), William Jacobson (True Culprit)
Species:  Human
Status: Alive/Active 
Alignment: Neutral
Likes:
Dislikes:
Weapons: N/A
Powers and Abilities: N/A
Skills and Abilities: News skills
Skin Colour: Pale Ivory
Eyes Colour: Mango Yellow Colour
Hair Colour: Mango Yellow Colour
Clothes: Business Clothes and Snow Clothes Shoes: Business Shoes and Snow Shoes
Hair Styles: Long
She with her cameraman
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For @laurasanchez36
AUs Alternate Universes Crossovers belongs to me
All belongs to my msa x sd ocs sonas and my new msa x sd ocs sonas 
All belongs to her msa x sd ocs sonas and her new msa x sd ocs sonas
Mystery Skulls Animated MSA belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YouTube YT Series Shows
Scooby Doo SD belongs to WB (Warner Bros) and HB (Hanna Barbera) of Animated Movies and TV Series Shows
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jazzstarrlight · 5 months ago
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The Mall Squad Origins- Jnx's Death (1/4)
Jnx:"This... is the story of how I die."
Working on getting this comic in color. I posted it once in simple sketch form, but admittedly the sketch is a bit blurry.
(Note:Jnx & Amal are not from the same colony as Uzi.)
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trauma-bot · 2 months ago
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oc x canon doodles because i’m embarrassing
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ddwhaleshark · 1 month ago
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SD-C with the last tower
I really should actually write out/ visualize the lore of C with these signal towers
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staaaypuft · 10 months ago
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過去絵🐇
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kalpeavaris · 28 days ago
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Toyhouse - Playlist - Pinterest - Theme
Mah girl K is finally here >:]] She was one of the first Drone OCs I made in my sketchbook when Episode 8 dropped but,,, I hesitated to draw her again until I got better, WHOOPS.
More about her below the cut!
SD-K, or simply just K, was one of the three main Disassembly Drones that drop-landed outside of Outpost 9 in the beginning of the MD:Echo story. Set to disrupt the local Outpost it was T meeting Kira that changed everything for their squad. With their coding overwritten to stay neutral towards Kira K found herself struggling with not being able to fullfill her most favourite task... eating & killing Workers (wow, who would've thought?)
She's quite impulsive and to be frank, killing & eating was her main priority. She enjoyed the act and wouldn't lie about it. Imagine V - but if V didn't have a backstory that slowly eased her into becoming a better person. K has no moral compass or ethical guidelines that drive her. She enjoys being a servant to whatever entity (the Solver) is giving her the opporturnity to be a Disassembly Drone. She knows nothing about her former life and has no interest in figuring it out, unlike X and T.
When Kira & T eventually got together and moved back into the Outpost with X following suit, K was pretty much left outside alone. They knew she'd seize the moment and kill every Worker she sees, so it was a danger to even consider her around the Outpost. This greatly angered K who swore revenge on Kira and the people around her, especially her daughter Evie after learning of her existence.
After the events of Echo K lives on the outskirts of Copper-9 together with Bishop, an outsider from Outpost 4... more or less because she decided she's moving in with Bishop into her workshop and never left. Bishop can't do anything against it :']] Something K greatly abuses because she knows that Bishop could never get her to move out. And she likes annoying Bishop about it.
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graves-doodles · 3 months ago
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Yeehaw, I'm back to gush about my lil cowboys again!! I just think they're neat :> It's High Noon back to hibernation until October ✌️
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strawberrygirll13 · 27 days ago
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I care about you
Dazai x Reader
Pt 1
Warnings: Depression, self harm, mentions of suicide attempts, mental illness.
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The restaurant was quiet, save for the occasional clinking of plates and murmurs of other diners. Candlelight flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the table. Across from you, Dazai sat back in his chair, his arm lazily draped over the backrest, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“You know,” he started, swirling the wine in his glass, “if this steak were my last meal, I think I’d die happy.”
You set your fork down, a sense of unease already creeping in. “Dazai…”
He didn’t seem to notice the warning in your voice, his eyes gleaming with something darker. “But,” he continued, his voice calm, “if I were to go, I’d want it to be something more dramatic. Something… poetic. Maybe a leap into a river. Or from a high-rise at sunset. You know, something that would leave an impression.”
You couldn’t keep the tension from building in your chest. “Dazai, I really don’t like it when you talk like that.”
He paused for a moment, the grin still playing on his lips. “Oh? Why not?” he said, tilting his head, seemingly unfazed. “It’s the truth. I’ve tried a few things, you know.”
Your fingers tightened around your napkin, and you felt a cold chill run through you. “What do you mean ‘tried a few things’?”
Dazai leaned forward, his gaze sharp as he looked directly at you. “Well, let me think... I’ve tried hanging myself, drowning myself—Yokohama Harbor, to be exact. It was freezing, but strangely peaceful. I really thought it would work that time. But no, a fisherman pulled me out before I could go under for good.” He chuckled softly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Pathetic, huh?”
You felt your heart drop, but he kept going, unperturbed. “I also tried jumping in front of a train once. The timing was all wrong, though. I only got clipped, nothing serious. And then there was the time I tried poisoning myself, but the drink was too weak. Didn’t do the job. But you know, the one that came closest? Cutting my wrists. I really thought that one would do it. I got pretty close, but again, I ended up surviving.”
Each attempt, each method, he listed it so casually, as if they were simple anecdotes, nothing more than stories to amuse himself. The weight of his words pressed down on you, suffocating, until you couldn’t breathe. You felt a mix of disgust and helplessness, your stomach twisting in knots. This wasn’t just dark humor; this was the product of something deeper, something broken. And it was eating at him.
“Dazai,” you managed to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please, stop. I don’t want to hear this. This isn’t funny.”
He raised an eyebrow, as if surprised by your reaction. “Why not?” he asked, genuinely curious. “It’s just a little dark humor. Surely you, of all people, aren’t disturbed by some harmless stories?”
“Harmless?” You stood up abruptly, unable to sit through it any longer. “It’s cruel. It’s wrong. I don’t know why you think this is okay, but it’s not. I care about you, Dazai, and hearing you talk like this…” You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. “It makes me feel awful. Can you not see that?”
He looked at you for a long moment, his smile never wavering, though his eyes were colder than usual. “Cruel?” he repeated, amusement still in his tone. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not as though anyone would care if I actually died, anyway. Hell, the world would probably be better off without me. It’s not like I have anyone who would mourn me.”
You shook your head, a knot forming in your throat. This wasn’t just about his words anymore; it was about the way he saw himself. The way he thought of his life as something so expendable.
"And you know," he added, almost as an afterthought, "I’ve been thinking about finding a beautiful woman to share my final moments with. Someone who wouldn’t mind a little poetic death. I’ve been looking for someone who’d be willing to… you know, commit double suicide with me. My dear friend, you’d do perfectly." His grin was wider now, predatory, and it made your skin crawl.
You stared at him, unable to process how casually he could say something so horrifying. “Why would you say that to me? Why would you ask me something like that?”
He laughed, but it was an empty, hollow sound. “Why? Because you’re one of the few people I actually respect. I thought you’d find the idea appealing. You’re beautiful, aren’t you? You would make a perfect match for me in the end.”
Your hands shook at your sides, but you didn’t back down. “No, Dazai. No. I don’t find any of this funny. You’ve made me so uncomfortable tonight, and you did it on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted to make me feel bad. Well, congratulations, you’ve succeeded.”
He blinked at you, for the first time showing a crack in his indifference, his smirk faltering for a split second as he processed your words. But before he could respond, you turned and grabbed your coat, slipping it over your shoulders.
“I’m leaving,” you said, your voice firm but quiet.
Dazai didn’t say anything. He just watched as you moved toward the door, his gaze unreadable. The air between you had shifted, and you couldn’t quite understand it, but you knew one thing for certain: You couldn’t sit there and let him pull you into his darkness.
With one last glance at him, you stepped out into the cold night air, the weight of the conversation lingering with you, but you didn’t turn back.
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The days following that tense dinner were markedly different. You kept your interactions with Dazai strictly professional, your usual casual conversations replaced with curt, pointed words. Whenever a task required communication, you went through others—Kunikida, Atsushi, anyone else who could serve as a buffer between you and him. Dazai, however, wasn’t one to let things go unnoticed, especially when they disrupted his carefully cultivated routines.
You knew he’d noticed the shift—he wasn’t an idiot. But instead of apologizing or addressing it directly, he chose his usual route: mischief.
It started small. A sly remark here, an exaggerated sigh there. When you ignored those, he ramped it up. During one meeting, he’d kept dropping pens onto your side of the table, leaning over to retrieve them with the kind of smug grin that made you want to throttle him. When you didn’t react, his antics escalated.
The breaking point came one quiet afternoon when you returned to your desk only to find his desk… wasn’t where it was supposed to be.
He’d moved it.
Right in front of yours, so close the two desks were now touching, effectively making it one long, cluttered mess of books, papers, and his personal junk. Your side was spotless, as always, but his was overflowing—documents spilling over onto your workspace, a half-eaten bag of snacks perched precariously on the edge, and his coat draped lazily over your chair.
You stood there for a moment, staring at the absurdity before you, willing yourself to stay calm.
“Do you mind?” you finally asked, your voice cold as you folded your arms.
Dazai, leaning back in his chair with a lopsided grin, didn’t miss a beat. “Not at all. Cozy, isn’t it?”
“It’s not cozy,” you snapped, narrowing your eyes. “It’s invasive. Move your desk back.”
“But I like it here,” he replied, spinning his pen between his fingers. “Better lighting. Better company. Well... not bettercompany, but you’re here, so it’ll do.”
You clenched your jaw, refusing to rise to the bait. Instead, you sat down, pushed his papers to the far edge of your desk, and went back to your work.
This didn’t deter him in the slightest. Over the next hour, he kept finding ways to encroach on your space—tossing paperclips onto your side, humming loudly, even nudging your coffee mug with his own until it was teetering dangerously close to the edge.
Finally, when it seemed like he might actually topple it over, you shot him a glare. “If you spill that, I swear—”
“You’ll what?” he interrupted, leaning in closer. “Yell at me? Ignore me some more? I think you’ve got the ignoring part down pretty well already.”
You didn’t respond, turning back to your work with tight-lipped determination.
His frustration, though, was becoming harder for him to hide. You could see it in the way he kept drumming his fingers on the desk, in the exaggerated way he sighed every five minutes, in the way his usual lazy demeanor seemed a little too deliberate, like he was trying too hard to act like this wasn’t bothering him.
And then, he started writing notes.
At first, he didn’t even try to be subtle about it. He scribbled something down on a piece of paper, folded it neatly, and slid it onto your side of the desk.
You ignored it.
A second note followed, then a third. You didn’t open any of them, and the more you ignored them, the more frustrated he seemed to become.
By the fourth note, he didn’t even bother folding it anymore. Instead, he scrawled the words in large, dramatic letters across a sheet of paper and held it up directly in your line of sight.
“ARE YOU STILL MAD?”
You didn’t look at him, but he kept the note there until you finally sighed and muttered, “Yes.”
He blinked, clearly not expecting an actual answer. Then, with a grin, he grabbed another sheet of paper and scribbled again. This time, he slid it across the desk to you.
“WHY?”
You stared at the note for a moment before crumpling it up and tossing it back at him. “You know why,” you said, your voice quiet but firm.
For once, he didn’t have a quick retort. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, his grin faltering ever so slightly as he watched you go back to your work.
But, true to form, he didn’t stay quiet for long. Moments later, another note landed on your desk.
“CAN I MAKE IT UP TO YOU?”
You didn’t respond. You didn’t trust yourself to, not yet. And so, the silence between you stretched on, heavy and unresolved, while Dazai sat across from you, bored, frustrated, and—if the look in his eyes was any indication—just a little bit lost.
The silence between you two stretched unbearably as Dazai fidgeted with his pen, occasionally glancing at you, though you didn’t spare him a single look. Despite his antics, you were determined to hold your ground. He deserved to stew in this. To feel the weight of your anger and hurt.
Yet, as the minutes ticked by and the tension grew thicker, you found yourself caving. Not entirely, but enough for curiosity to override your stubbornness. With a sigh, you picked up your pen and scribbled something on a piece of paper, sliding it over to him without looking up.
“Did you mean it?”
Dazai, for once, didn’t respond immediately. You heard the faint rustle of the note as he picked it up, followed by a pause. Then, slowly, he scrawled something down and pushed it back toward you.
“Mean what?”
You stared at the words for a moment before writing again.
“That you want me to die with you?”
When you slid the note back, you refused to meet his gaze, your fingers gripping your pen tightly as you waited for his response. The air between you felt suffocating, heavy with the unspoken weight of the question.
It took him longer this time. You heard the soft scratching of his pen as he wrote, then paused, then wrote again. Finally, the note landed back in front of you.
“Yes.”
Your breath hitched as you stared at the single word, simple and honest in a way Dazai rarely allowed himself to be. When you finally looked up at him, his expression was unreadable, his usual playful grin replaced by something quieter, something that almost looked like vulnerability.
“I wasn’t joking,” he said softly, breaking the silence. “Not entirely, at least.”
Your throat felt dry, and you weren’t sure what to say. For all the times Dazai hid behind humor, behind his endless games and tricks, hearing him admit something so dark, so raw, left you momentarily at a loss.
“Why?” you finally asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He shrugged, though the motion felt forced, his usual air of nonchalance cracking at the edges. “Because if I had to go, at least with you… it wouldn’t feel so empty. It’d be poetic, don’t you think? Two kindred spirits, disappearing together.”
“That’s not poetic, Dazai,” you said firmly, anger creeping into your voice. “It’s selfish. It’s—” You stopped yourself, exhaling sharply. “It’s cruel that you would suggest that.”
His lips quirked up in a half-smile, but there was no humor behind it. “I told you, I’m a selfish man. You should know that by now.”
Your eyes narrowed, but you didn’t reply. Instead, you leaned back in your chair, the note still clutched tightly in your hand, as the weight of his words settled over you.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Dazai,” you began, folding the note neatly and placing it in front of him, “but unfortunately, I do not want to die. And I’d prefer it if you could refrain from doing so either.”
You stood up, your chair scraping against the floor as you grabbed your bag. “I need to use the restroom. I’ll be back in a minute.”
But before you could take a step, his hand shot out, quick and instinctive, his bandaged wrist wrapping firmly around yours. It wasn’t harsh or forceful, but it was enough to stop you in your tracks.
“What the hell?” you blurted, glancing down at his hand, then back at him.
For the first time since the conversation began, he looked genuinely caught off guard. His grip on your wrist wasn’t calculated; it was almost desperate, as though the very thought of you leaving—even temporarily—was unbearable.
“I… You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his tone lighter than his expression betrayed. But the crack in his voice, subtle as it was, didn’t escape you.
Your brow furrowed. “Dazai, I work here. I’m just going to the bathroom. I’m not running off into the sunset. Good god, you have issues.”
His lips curved into a faint smirk, but it lacked his usual humor. “Issues? That’s putting it lightly, don’t you think?” He released your wrist, his hand lingering in the air for a moment before he let it drop back to his side. “I guess I just don’t like the idea of you walking away from me… even if it’s just to the restroom.”
“Dazai,” you sighed, softening your tone despite yourself, “I’m not leaving you. I’ll be back in two minutes.”
His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a flicker of something vulnerable passing through them before his usual mask slipped back into place. “Promise?” he asked, leaning back in his chair with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
You gave him a flat look. “I’m not promising anything. It’s a bathroom break, not a grand betrayal.”
But as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the weight of his touch—or the way his voice had faltered, even for just a second. Something about it lingered, clawing at the edges of your mind like an unanswered question you weren’t sure you were ready to ask.
A few hours later ~
The office was quiet now, save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall and the rustling of papers as you gathered your things. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, leaving the room bathed in the soft glow of a single desk lamp. You glanced over at him. His desk—still obnoxiously pressed against yours—was cluttered with papers he hadn’t touched all day. He’d sat there for hours, throwing the occasional quip your way, but you hadn’t said much in return.
It wasn’t just the silence that made the air feel heavy; it was the weight of his words from earlier. He wanted you to die with him. The thought lingered, intrusive and stubborn, no matter how much you tried to shove it aside. You couldn’t understand how he’d asked you something so selfishly, so casually, as if it were just another joke in his endless repertoire.
Shaking your head, you slid your bag over your shoulder and moved toward the door. You didn’t bother to say goodbye.
“Wait,” his voice called out, stopping you mid-step. You turned to find him standing now, hands stuffed into his pockets as he leaned against the edge of the desk.
“What is it, Dazai?” you asked, your voice tinged with exhaustion.
“Let me walk you home,” he said, straightening up and taking a step closer.
You blinked at him, the question catching you off guard. “Are you going to say some weird shit?”
His mouth quirked into a half-smile, though it lacked the usual cockiness. “You know, probably. I mean, it’s me.” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck as if he were suddenly unsure of himself. “But… I won’t ask you to, you know, do that with me again. Scout’s honor.” He held up two fingers in mock sincerity.
You narrowed your eyes, considering him for a moment. “Fine,” you said finally, letting out a small sigh. “But only if you promise.”
“Promise,” he repeated, a flicker of amusement returning to his voice.
As you pushed open the door and stepped into the cool night air, he fell into step beside you. Something about the way he kept just a half step behind, letting you set the pace, felt quieter than usual—almost careful. It wasn’t like him. Then again, nothing about today had been.
The street was quiet as you and Dazai walked down the path, the only sounds being the soft crunch of your footsteps against the pavement and the occasional rustling of leaves in the trees. The streetlamps above flickered on, casting a dim, golden light that illuminated the sidewalk in a soft, almost melancholic glow. The night air was cool, a refreshing change from the stuffy office, and you relished the brief quiet that came with the walk.
You didn't mind walking. You’d never been one to rely on a car, especially when the journey gave you a little peace of mind. Besides, the apartment was only about a 20-minute walk away, and you had plenty of time to clear your head. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.
As you walked in silence, your thoughts wandered. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between you and Dazai today. His words from earlier still echoed in your mind, but it wasn’t just that. Something about his behavior had felt off—a bit too distant, a bit too… real.
It was strange, but despite everything, you couldn't deny you had feelings for him. Not that you really had a choice, considering how often you saw each other. But you were realistic about it. The idea of him ever feeling the same was almost laughable. He was too much of a mess, too much of a broken puzzle for you to figure out. And even if he did have feelings for you, you weren’t sure it was something you could trust.
The walk continued in silence, and you pulled your coat tighter around you, keeping your thoughts to yourself. But then, without warning, Dazai held out his arm for you.
At first, you were confused. You didn't know what he meant by the gesture. But when he huffed, his voice edged with a hint of impatience, “Come on, I’m not going to bite you,” you could feel a wave of hesitation wash over you.
Before you could respond, he looped his arm through yours, locking it there with a firm but gentle grip. It surprised you, but it wasn’t unwelcome. For a moment, you just walked, trying to process what had just happened.
As you did, your gaze slipped over to him. The soft glow of the streetlights caught his brown hair, highlighting the faint tousled mess of it. You’d always admired the way it looked, even when he didn’t seem to care much about it. You wondered, though, how much of his body was covered in bandages. His neck and wrist were always covered, but what about the rest of him? Did he hide it under those clothes, or was there more to it?
The thought made a knot form in your stomach, and you quickly shoved it away. You hated the idea of him harming himself. The thought made your chest tighten, and you didn’t want to think about it—not now, not here, not with him.
“What are you thinking about, Y/N?” Dazai’s voice broke the silence, his tone casual, though there was an edge to it.
You looked up at him, startled, but there was a strange softness in his expression that made you pause.
“Nothing,” you muttered, not wanting to admit to the tangled thoughts swirling in your head. “Just... you know, thinking about work.”
He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Really?" he teased, but there was something more guarded in his eyes now. "Because you seem distracted."
You went quiet, your eyes shifting away from his, not wanting to meet his gaze anymore. The cool night air suddenly felt too heavy as the silence between you both stretched on.
Dazai noticed immediately, his pace slowing as he watched the subtle tension build. He didn’t push it at first, but after a few moments, he muttered, almost absentmindedly, “I hate how you don’t let me into your head.” His voice had a quiet frustration in it, like a gnawing irritation that wouldn't let go.
You stiffened, the words from earlier still replaying in your mind. You knew he wasn’t going to drop it, not without pushing the issue. You didn’t want to discuss it, but you couldn’t stay silent either. "Well, it’s kinda difficult to let someone in who has basically said in their own way they want me dead." You kept your voice steady, trying not to let the vulnerability slip through.
The words hung in the air, and Dazai didn’t immediately respond. His arm, still locked with yours, shifted slightly as if he were considering his words carefully.
Then, he spoke. "Y/N, my darling, you and I have two very different perspectives on death." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle between you. "To explain it in the simplest terms, despite how morbid it may seem to you... it is a compliment."
His tone was strange, detached, but also oddly earnest. It was as if he truly believed that what he was saying made sense. And for a moment, you wondered if he even understood how much his words stung.
You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed quiet, your steps slowing to match his. The city seemed farther away now, the night air colder.
"It doesn’t matter how you intended it, Dazai," you said, your voice firm but not unkind. "You are not well. The way you think… it’s all twisted."
Dazai let out a laugh, sharp and self-deprecating. "Oh, I’m very aware," he said with a smirk, though his eyes betrayed something softer, something less cavalier.
The rest of the walk passed in silence. He didn’t let go of your arm, keeping it interlocked with his, as though he feared letting go would shatter whatever fragile thing existed between you both. The city lights grew sparse as you reached your apartment building, and he walked you right up to your doorstep. Even then, his arm stayed linked with yours, his grip firm but not forceful, as if he wasn’t ready to let you go.
Dazai finally stopped, taking a deep breath. His hesitation was unusual, almost unsettling. "Can I ask you something?" he said, his voice softer than usual.
You sighed, fishing your keys out of your pocket. "I’m not going to say no, am I?"
He smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "When you say you care about me… do you mean it?"
You froze, caught off guard by the question. He wasn’t playing this time. There was no sly grin, no teasing inflection. His eyes, brown and deep as they were, searched yours with an almost childlike vulnerability.
"For someone as smart as you are, you’re being quite moronic right now," you said, your voice gentler than your words. His expression shifted slightly—confused, maybe even a little hurt. You softened, letting out a breath. "Of course I care about you, Dazai. I care about you a lot."
He blinked, processing your words, before making a quiet "Oh-ohh" sound, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with the information. It was such a Dazai thing to do that it made you smile despite yourself.
Sliding your key into the lock, you turned it and pushed the door open. But before stepping inside, you hesitated. Something tugged at you, a feeling you couldn’t quite ignore.
"Oh, hell, screw it," you muttered under your breath before turning back around. Gently, you reached up and cupped his face, your fingers brushing against the bandages on his cheek. His eyes widened slightly as you leaned in, close enough to see the flecks of gold in his irises, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips.
When you pulled back, his expression was one of pure shock. His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. You gave him a small smile, your hands still resting against his cheeks.
"Why don’t you think on that, Osamu Dazai," you said, your tone light but meaningful. Then, pulling away, you stepped inside and closed the door behind you with a quiet click.
For a long moment, Dazai stood there on your doorstep, the night air brushing against his face, his lips still tingling from the kiss. Then, slowly, a small, genuine smile curved across his face—one that no one else would have recognized.
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absolute-ferret · 23 days ago
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Here we go , the girlie
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She is rlly silly and i haven't been evil to her at All
She's part of a DD squad with also @ddwhaleshark @schpect and @rosenapppiing :3, which their goobers are literally so cool its insane
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papier-ciseaux · 10 months ago
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A comic about my Sleepless Domain OC, Nour!
Usually, a magical girl's hair and eye color change after getting the dream, but Nour's didn't. She could have went a long time never figuring it out if not for the big sigil that also come with being a mahou!
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A good look at her outfit :)
As you can see, she's plague doctor themed! Her powers are healing, gliding, and having a long stick to prode cad- bonk monsters with
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mysteryideasgroup · 1 year ago
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Icy and Mima (MSA X Scooby Doo on Zombie Island Villains)
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Icy and Mima with Simone and Lena are immortal with Human Disguised to hiding true natures and colours.
Partially Werekitsune Forms
Fully Werekitsune Forms
Past 1790s before start to 1800s before Present
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For @laurasanchez36
All belongs to my msa x Scooby Doo Animated Movies Villains Real Monsters
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jazzstarrlight · 1 month ago
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Agnau Family Bonding
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trauma-bot · 22 days ago
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sunlight
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ddwhaleshark · 2 months ago
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SD-C walk cycle!
its quite rough and just quickly sketched but hey it somethin :] can you tell i don't animate almost at all
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tragedynoir · 8 months ago
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— special delivery: YEARBOOK
happy 1 year anniversary to tragedynoir! as thanks, this template will be available to ALL past & future supporters. past supporters can reach out to me if you'd like to access this template!
a yearbook-inspired multimuse google doc template with three variants: dark, light and mobile-friendly. the dark variant includes pre-drawn doodles that can be completely customized in google drawings, but feel free to add your own stickers and doodles!
what is special delivery?
special delivery is occasional bonus supporter-only content as my way of thanking those who generously support me and help me continue putting out free content! they are not posted on any set or regular schedule.
how does it work?
the most recent special delivery will be accessible via a locked supporter-only ko-fi post to anyone who has supported me on ko-fi recently. for one-time supporters (store purchase or one-time donation), this post will be locked again after 30 days, so please download the content before this happens! for monthly patrons, this post will be accessible for as long as their patronage. when a new special delivery is uploaded, old special delivery content will be put behind a monthly patron-only ko-fi post. only monthly patrons will continue to have access to old special delivery content for as long as their patronage, no matter when they start their patronage.
how to access?
become a supporter by purchasing something from my store, making a one-time donation or becoming a monthly patron! you will be prompted to create a ko-fi account to access supporter-only content. the source link will lead you to the folder containing all special delivery posts to access and download! if you have any questions or clarifications, please reach out to me! thank you so much and I hope you enjoy them! ♡
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