#sorry i kinda rambled on and on there LOL

[darlingdaisyfarm]

I love your blog sm, please never leave us 🙏 if it’s not a big problem, could I req headcanons or fic bout drunk!Ford and drunk!Stan x reader 👀 nsfw <3

∘˚₊· ʚ🍻ɞ ·₊˚∘ drunk!Stanley x reader headcanons

a/n: thank you for requesting this because i absolutely love this idea! so uhhhh ... i know you asked for both Ford & Stan but i kinda just got carried away with Stan lol, i love him so much. Ford's will come later i swear i just need to gather my braincells first 🥺 i also had no idea what pic to use but this one is pretty cool

nsfw

★ drunk!Stan rambles about marrying you every five minutes. and the problem is that he sounds so dead serious, even though hes glassy-eyed, he still mumbles about finding stealing a ring. he swears up and down that he’s gonna give you the biggest fucking wedding the town’s ever seen!

★ totally cries if you scold him. “babe, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to!!” he doesn’t even know what he did :( he’s just clutching your hands, looking up at you with glassy, pathetic puppy-dog eyes. “do. . . do you still love me?” :((( “i promise i wont screw up anymore”

★ i believe that Stan is a fucking loud drunk. he’s the guy who starts yelling even though he’s right next to you. “BABE. BABY. SWEETHEART. LISTEN. LISTEN TO ME. I GOTTA TELL YA SOMETHIN’ IMPORTANT“ and he immediately forgets what he was gonna say

★ clings to you like a damn koala (i headcanon that it's his habit from childhood). one arm slung around your waist, his face buried in your neck, whining about how much he loves you <3

★ “YA SEE THIS?” he shouts, absolutely hammered, slamming his drink down and pointing at you. “THIS IS THE LOVE OF MY GODDAMN LIFE, EVERYONE PAY RESPECTS.”

★ turns into the biggest, neediest, whiniest bitch the second you start petting his hair. melts into your touch, groaning like you’re giving him a full-body massage

★ “hey babe, babe, listen. listen. i could still totally pick you up. no, i ain’t that drunk. watch.“ promptly falls on his ass :)

★ drunk texts you while you’re sitting next to him. “you look so good rn wanna make outtt”

★ gets real quiet for a second, then just grabs you, full-body clings, putting his head on your shoulder and absolutely refuses to let you go. “yer real warm. like. so warm. like. god, i love you. so much. like. i would fight god for you.” rubs his face against you like a big cat. “mmm. soft. mineeee”

★ grabs your hands, starts playing with your fingers. “how are yer hands so small!!! youre adorable, lookit this. we match!!!”

★ “i would sell my fuckin’ soul to eat you out on a casino poker table.”

★ loves to lean in, blabbering “babe. babe, we should fuck.” and immediately trips over his own feet and almost faceplants. “cmon, sugar, i still got it. promise. just. gimme a sec to stop seein’ double. . .“

★ tries to be smooth, but ends up being an absolute mess. he's so clumsy and his coordination is absolute garbage. “yer s’pretty. s’gorgeous. wanna—“ hiccup “wanna do bad things to ya.”

★ he is literally groping you in public, so u have to physically drag him home, but he stops you with “no babe, let’s do it right now. what d’you mean we’re in a bar? who cares? they should be honored to watch”

★ Stan tries to take you right then and there. against the bar wall, in the backseat of the car, pressed up against a damn pool table. does not give a single fuck, if he wants you then he wants you, that's it, he's just super clingy and needy when drunk

★ grumbles like a brat if you try to move away. “noooo, no, baby, stay, c’mon, lemme touch ya, lemme hold ya.“

★ during kiss he starts crying over something stupid. i see him as a big fan of animals so im sure hed let his sappy side shown “babe, i—i saw a dog earlier—he had such a lil face—“ then immediately changes topic and sobs into your neck, mumbling about all the things he loves about you. your smile, your laugh, your warmth, the way you always put up with his bullshit

★ he is fucking humping you. rutting against you like a goddamn teenager, grinding his cock against your thigh, moaning into your mouth and whiny as fuck. “babe—babe, c’mon, need it so bad, need ya, fuck, m’hard, babe, please“

★ so needy before he even gets inside you. you grind against him once and he’s whimpering, rubbing his face into your chest, muttering, "fuck—oh, fuck, babe, i can’t, m’gonna fuckin’ die”

★ he lets you do whatever the hell you want to him. has no resistance. tell him to lie back, spread his legs, let you take care of him, he’s doing it immediately. “shit, baby, you can do whatever ya want with me” his words slur when you push him down. Stan loves when you’re in control. he loves feeling helpless with you. “sweetheart, ya got me, got me so good, god, i’m all yours”

★ he needs to kiss you constantly so he kisses you through his own moans, muffling every whimper into your mouth. his lips are swollen, but he keeps going, but if you pull away he immediately whines, pawing at you, pouting. “nuh-uh, sugar, gimme another one, one more, just one more”

★ so goddamn eager to please. he’s already sloppy with his tongue when he’s sober, but when he’s drunk. . . “gonna“ hiccups “lemme eat ya out, babe, lemme—“ he trails off, just shoving his face between your legs

★ if he tries to be cocky, he 100% fails immediately. “y’know i could make ya come in five seconds flat, right, sweetheart?” now that's a bold statement, so you decide to tease him saying “oh yeah? prove it.” as result, he fumbles his belt, gets tangled and falls off the bed

★ the moment you’re alone, he’s all over you. hands grabbing at your waist, cupping your ass, pulling you flush against him. i bet groaning like a slut every time you move. “fuuuuck, babe, y’feel so good—jesus, lemme touch ya, so good for me”

★ literally cannot stop touching you, even after he’s cum. nuzzling into your neck, lazy fingers playing with your clit, begging for second round bc he just cant get enough

★ if you're not here with him when hes drunk, he would absolutely text you smth like “babe ya up? cause m���fuckin’ hard, thinkin’ bout ya” which leads to him sending a dick pic with his thumb in the way. “ffffuck. waitt lemme try again”

★ i love showing that this silly old man doesn't know how to use his phone so here's more: ofc he'd send you “thinkin bout ya. fuck baby, wish ya were here right now.” interesting and very tempting right? you smirk, typing back. “yeah? what would you do if i was?”

Stan: gimme a sec

and you wait, you wait a long time. then your phone dings again with message “FUCK. wait. fuckin camera’s flipped” you raise an eyebrow when suddenly another ding.

stan: HOLY SHIT WAIT NO

you open the picture and it’s literally just his forehead, his fucking forehead. you laugh typing “baby what am i supposed to do with it?”

Stan: jesus fuck i was tryna be sexy. whatever. just get over here n’ sit on my fuckin face instead

it came to my mind so suddenly and i think it's cute so i wanted to write it, can be mullet!Stan or our lovely old man Stan, doesn't matter, this man is clingy and needy as fuck when drunk

so. . . imagine you have to take care of his dumb ass :)

“okay, c’mon, big guy,” you grunt, dragging Stan toward the bed, but he’s completely deadweight. arm slung over your shoulder, mumbling absolute nonsense and you groan about his weight, damn hes so big

“babe,” he slurs, grinning all dopey, cheeks flushed. “babe, yer so fuckin’ cute. cutest person in the whole damn world.”

“yeah, yeah,” you huff, trying not to laugh. “cutest person currently trying to keep your ass from collapsing on the floor.”

“hell yeah, i would collapse for you," he says seriously what makes you snort, finally managing to shove him onto the comfy soft bed. but before you can step away, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you right down with him. “nuh-uh,” he mumbles, burying his face in your neck. “yer stayin’ here. m’not sleepin’ without ya.”

“Stan.”

“shhh.” he nuzzles closer, his voice already sleepy. “jus’ gimme a kiss, babe.”

you sigh, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. but apparently, that’s not enough. he tilts his head up and looks at you through half-lidded, lips parted.

“mmm. no, sweetie. real kiss.”

“Stan, you’re drunk.”

“m’not that drunk.” he smirks, dragging you down. ”c’mon, sugar. jus’ one.” how can you reject those brown puppy eyes? you kiss him, despite everything, you bring your lips to his, hoping for a light and absolutely innocent kiss, but of course, Stanley immediately turns it filthy, deepening it, groaning into your mouth, trying to pull you on top of him.

“mmm, babe, let's fu—“

“go the fuck to sleep, Stan.”

i could end it right here, but i think that both Stan and Ford, when drunk, will definitely tell you about all their kinks

so you were just trying to get him to bed, but oh no. he’s got something really, really important to tell you. and, of course, he’s whispering it all breathy against your ear. it starts off all sweet snd clingy though, hes saying things like “yer my favorite person ever. ever. fuckin’ love ya. best thing that ever happened to me. wanna keep ya forever. never lettin’ go. nope. yer mine now.” and smothers you in sloppy kisses, your cheek, your jaw, your lips and everywhere he can reach. his hands are wandering, gripping, stroking, but he’s just so damn lazy about it.

and it's not like you dont enjoy it, of course you do, so you let him touch you like that but then he whispers “baby i gotta tell u smth. y’ever think about doin’ real filthy shit?” Stan hiccups and presses his face against your neck. “cause, fuck, i got, like, so many things i wanna do to ya” he pulls back, gripping your face, staring at you all serious. “baby i wanna bend ya over every goddamn surface in this house. countertop. . . table. . . or fuck- fucking you against the wall. shit, babe—just. . . love it when you let me take ya from behind, love seeing that pretty ass bounce. f-fuck, and when ya moan my name like that makes me wanna breed ya.” OH. OH?? damn, your mouth drops open. “Stan—“

“m’serious!” he groans, dragging you onto his lap, rocking his hips up into you. “always wanna fill ya up, sugar. wanna see ya all full n’ dripping” he’s nuzzling into your neck now, biting, groaning against your skin. ”yer so soft, babe. wanna mark ya up. wanna ruin ya so bad. i love when ya pull my hair or when ya get all bratty. fuckin’ love puttin’ ya in yer place. . . or when ya get all sweet n’ beg for it, shit, babe, i’d do anything if ya begged real nice”

he’s rubbing his flushed face against your chest now, breathing heavy, a complete mess. “i love ya. yer the best thing that ever happened to me.”

you sigh, dragging a hand through his hair, smiling despite the fact that ur crazy heart is about to jump out of your chest.

“baby, you’re so drunk.”

he huffs, clinging tighter. “yeah? so what? doesn’t make it less true.”

[s3rrrpentine]

ghost!ghost wip

[momomallowart]

He misses his dad.. 🥺

[kate-bot]

REQUIRED READING for any noisecouple enjoyers: @manicplank 's "the colour pink" fic ITS SOOOO GOOD and i just had to do a little animation of their date.... so so so so cute i love them forever

gif version under the cut:

idk why it loses so much quality . kind of annoying but oh well

[gouraminnow]

Do you have any head canons for yandere ace? Like is he a domestic/soft yandere who wants marriage or kids? Or like a delusional and isolating one? I’m interested in your opinion!

Oh I've got ideas :) I don't think Ace is delusional- at least not regarding you. This is a guy who already sees himself as a monster, as unworthy of love, tainted by his heritage. I think he's gonna do everything in his power to court you normally, to convince you to come with him, and if that doesn't work, it still takes something drastic for him to actually Steal a Person. He wants you to love him, he wants you to be happy here with him and his family, and if you're not... it crushes him. But not enough to let go. I think, in order to push you any further he needs to be aided by another yandere who assuages any guilt he might have.

But other than that, you've given me the chance to ramble about something I've been rolling around my brain for awhile. Namely that, with the right kind of reader, yandere Ace and the object of his affections could have the most co-dependent relationship ever.

Being relied on by someone he loves is something he'd cling to. I mean, being told he was needed by Luffy as a kid was a turning point for him. So I keep rolling around the idea of Ace rescuing someone from something horrific. Maybe at the hands of marines, maybe other pirates, but either way, you were treated horribly. You're desperate, and you don't trust anyone. And Ace happens to be the one who finds you crumpled in your cell, wide-eyed and trembling.

It takes a bit of coaxing. Soothing words, promises that he'll get you out, he won't hurt you, but you both need to hurry. Please trust him. It's almost over, he promises. You're utterly terrified, and the sounds of the fight haven't done anything to sooth your nerves- if he can't get your approval, he scoops you up anyway and flees the soon-to-be sinking ship. You cling to him as he rushes through the fray, face buried in the crook of his neck and eyes screwed shut. Everything is a blur, but he gets you to the infirmary as quick as he can. Possible that he drops you off without really thinking about it, at first.

But you think about him. How warm he was. How he's the first person in a long time to touch you gently. And when the nurses start trying to tend to you and you inevitably flinch, tense up, pull away- you ask for him. You ask for the man in the orange hat who brought you here.

It starts really innocent. He didn't expect to be asked for, but once everything is over he obliges when informed that you're terrified and you want him. A faint blush dusting his cheeks when he holds your hand, sitting with you as the nurses check you over. And he doesn't know you, but it's horrible to see you like this. He's glad that staying with you, something as simple as clinging to him helps soothe you, if only a little. Nobody makes any comments with you there, but there might be a little teasing out of your earshot.

Romance really isn't on anybody's mind, at least not at first. You've really latched onto Ace, fixating on him as a savior, as the one who will keep you safe. You're a nervous wreck, but his presence alone seems to soothe you. You're afraid of most people, to the point that further medical care can't really be done unless he's there with you. Holding your hand or rubbing your back while Marco or Deuce checks you over, talking you through the sting of disinfectant or any injections you might need. Any operations? He's there when you go under and there when you wake up. For the first few days, he has to take a bite from any food you get before you're willing to eat it- and he feels warm when a joke gets you to crack a smile, even if it was at his expense(I'm surprised he stopped at one bite. You should stop letting him do that before he eats the whole thing for you!)

The others encourage the proximity at first. They understand the severity of your condition, and figure your attachment to Ace will help acclimate you to the Moby. That through him, you'd grow used to the racket, to the presence of these other intimidating figures. And Ace agrees. He does want to help, does want you to be better. He's the only one who's seen glimpses of who you are buried under the countless layers of stress, fear, and trauma. He does want you to be yourself, wants you to make friends and join the family proper...

But he also has a hard time pulling away from you. He's become a bit of an emotional crutch, someone you fixate on, more of an idol than a person, and in turn he comes to rely on the validation that your reliance provides him. Neither of you have the awareness to really... realize that. You need him. He makes you feel safe. He needs you. You make him feel like he's good, help him stop thinking about his cursed ancestry, if only for a little while. You don't think about it much deeper than that. You cling to him, isolate from others, and Ace enables this because he doesn't really know better. You need him. You aren't ready to be on your own. You follow him like a lost duckling and he happily leads you, happy to do plenty of talking for you both. He likes how much you adore him, and thinks it would be cruel to push you away. You're just comfortable enough with a select few people that he can leave for missions without you completely shutting down, but having you run to him and throw your arms around his shoulders when he returns, holding him tight... it feels really nice.

Falling into a relationship is potentially something you don't even talk about explicitly, it just... happens. You were always touchy, holding his hand, sticking yourself to his side, hell once you were cleared to leave the infirmary, you stayed in his room. He kisses you on the forehead on impulse once, and so you return it without thinking much. He wakes up one morning, your limbs tangled together, his chin tucked against the top of your head. And it kind of dawns on him. You need him. You follow him everywhere, you trade chaste kisses, you sit on his lap any chance you get...

Are you two together? Like... together like that? He doesn't dislike the idea. It seems natural, with how attached the two of you are.

-

You wake up slowly, drifting in and out, cradled by the warmth of your savior and the soft bedding that cradles you both. Your eyes flutter, and you sigh- automatically moving to nuzzle against him. You hear his breath hitch. Brows furrowing, fear already rising to your throat, you pull away to gaze up at him in concern. "Ace..?" You mutter, sleepy voice wobbling. His eyes are wide, freckled face flushed. "What's wrong?"

His eyes flicker down to yours, then away again. "Nothin's... wrong," he says, voice a little strained. Then, looking to you again, he seems to realize something, eyes softening as his body relaxes, your tension easing in turn. Tentatively, he raises his hand from where it rests against your back to cup your face- exhaling shakily when you press against his calloused palm, eyes squinting shut. He takes in the way the strips of daylight shine through the shuddered windows, falling across your body and highlighting the stray wisps of your sleep-mussed hair. "I was just wondering..." he says, then trails off. He clears his throat. "Would it be alright if I kissed you? If I really kissed you..?"

Your eyes shoot open, and it's your turn for your breath to hitch. You see the way the flush of his face has spread to his ears, and feel the heat rising to your own. "Y-you don't need to, sorry-" he stammers. "Just forget I said anything, I-I just-" you don't respond verbally, you just thread your arms around the back of the neck, pulling him down to lock your lips with his.

He's somehow even warmer than usual, you think- he doesn't react at first, but after a couple moments of wide eyed shock he pulls you in, strong arms circling you close as he gently, carefully kisses you back. He's shy, his movements a little clumsy, but he's sweet.

-

Ace is a bit controlling, but it's always framed as a matter of safety. I don't see him isolating you or getting violent with his Nakama over you, it's not that type of deal. If anyone scares you, or gets a little too close, he might glare and pull you away. Ace cares for the crew. It wouldn't get much worse than him getting in someone's face about scaring you or being touchy. He does ultimately want you to integrate after all, he cares about you and the crew and becoming friends with others is encouraged. He just... also wants to be the one you focus on the most. Kind of aids in dismantling budding friendships by focusing on you just as heavily, whisking you away out of misguided protectiveness and likely a bit of jealousy. If you ever get stable enough to want to leave the ship when they dock somewhere, he heavily discourages it. Someone else might be able to talk him into allowing it, but he insists on gluing himself firmly to your side. You are... unlikely to have a problem with this.

Your codependance does not go unnoticed. Marco probably tries to hold some sort of intervention at some point. Carefully telling you both that it's not that you can't see each other- but their goal was your recovery. You're too obsessed with eachother, he says, you need to adjust to the crew. You need to spend some time apart, this isn't healthy for either of you. It isn't good that you're still scared of the rest of us.

Ace isn't receptive. Has the audacity to ask what he's talking about even though you're wrapped around him like a koala for the whole discussion. You two are practically sharing air.

All in all, it's a soft yandere relationship. It has the potential to get worse or better.

[emin-folly]

Imagine that there's this person whose whole thing is being without fear and the fandom decides he's afraid of a dude in a fursuit.

Fandom Logic (tm)

I think it comes down to primarily two reasons, one being because people think it's funny

They think it's funny that this character without fear can suddenly be afraid of this human Bat guy. If it was just a few people in the fandom doing this, it wouldn't be nearly as bad; people are after all allowed to do whatever they want, even if we don't like it. The problem lies in where the actual comic writers start adapting this as canon as it's a huge disservice to Hal's character

The second reason is just basically these people legitimately think Hal should be afraid of Bruce because he's ~The Batman~ (which, again, you're allowed to think that, just know that's not really in character for Hal....like at all)

The whole deal with Bruce is that, both in universe and in real life, he's designed to terrify low level criminals: thugs, crooks, any unsavory person who wanders the Gotham alleyways. That's the environment Bruce works the best in. Where he can easily slip into the shadows, where he can become the night and make himself out to be a monster he wants to be. The only people who should be afraid of Batman are the ordinary hoods and criminals that infest cities

But when you suddenly stick him in a brightly lit room like the Hall of Justice next to all these colorful superheroes, that's where his effectiveness pretty much stops. All his tactics and methods to scare people don't really work here. Suddenly, he's just some guy in a bat getup with a scowly mask on. And these are seasoned superheroes, they don't scare easily, especially the ones with powers like speedsters or Kryptonians. Bruce is out of his element. Everything he does to try to act scary should look comical and silly at best

And as for Hal, I think we can all agree that Hal has definitely seen some shit. He goes off into deep space, for months up to a year or so. Who knows what kind of unimaginable horrors he's had to deal with?? Going a bit into headcanon area, but I think that if Hal wasn't desensitized before, he definitely is now. He's not afraid of space Cthulhu and he is not gonna be afraid of a bat furry who furrows his eyebrows really hard. Hal isn't scared of anything--physical, that is. And I feel like Hal is definitely the kind of person who sees straight through Bruce's BS posturing, Bruce's whole act just doesn't work on Hal.

Unfortunately, just like a tornado, any character who comes close to a Bat gets dealt major damage and we're still picking up the pieces and trying to set things straight again OTL

[comicalcarnival]

I read Running Up That Hill by @dunedragon and I ADORE it. If you're a battle network fan, I reccomend checking it out. It takes the lore and makes a REALLY compelling narrative involving Lan & Mega getting role swapped and adjusting to their new roles while trying to solve a mystery to get switched back. It's really good food.

So of course I had to do my usual thing and make plushies of them.

[umem1ya]

"I adore you // love you too baby" YOU COOKED SO GOOD ACTUALLY, love the characterization details in ur works!!

HEY ANON LOL DO YOU WANT ME TO CRY??? DO YOU WANT TO SEE ME CRYING MY EYES OUT?!?!

but hm hi. 🤚 hello thank you for speaking about that hello hiiii 🤚 can I talk for a second about it pls 🤚

about endo never truly learning the idea of being lowkey about anything. about him being intense in every aspect of his life, about loving and being infatuated so deeply by everything he even dares to care about.

about how being in a secret relationship would hold him back so much. and he'd be pissed about it but he would understand it so well because he doesn't want to give up on fighting and also he doesn't want to give up on you. so it's whatever, he will try it. for the sake of having fun without hurting what you have, he will try it.

I wrote that part specifically by the idea of his s/o being aware of who the relationship is with. you gotta know that he adores the ground you walk, that he's obsessed with being around you, just like he's with other things, and that just means he loves you. its kinda fucked up. but when he says those stuff you can only hear "I love you" and honestly, takes a while to get used to it, but what else can you ask?

it's about the idea of helping him through it too, you know? constant reminder that when the infatuation is gone, there's still love. when the fights aren't fun or when shit happens, things get messy, there's still your love. :)

[merakiui]

thinking,,,,,,,, darling who has a cryptic pregnancy....... [insert twst character here] reacting to it,,, maybe you and floyd and you're both a little dense because neither of you could have ever guessed. T_T

"what do you mean you were pregnant this whole time???? i thought shrimpy just got softer. :D" - floyb mindset.

in floyd's defense, he has no idea how human pregnancies work. he slept through that part of land boot camp!!! fell asleep the minute the professor started droning on about how humans don't lay eggs like mers do. jade can only chuckle (maybe he knew, but in classic jade fashion he won't tell because it's much more entertaining to sit back and watch everyone slowly figure it out) and azul is shaking his head in disbelief. had he known, he would have prepared well in advance to lend a helping hand. and you're just so amazed because maybe you were told you're unable to get pregnant, but somehow it happened and you had no idea all this time.

thank you to floyd and his mer virility for doing what was thought to be the impossible!!!!!! <3

[dailyhtfboards]

Day 2

Today’s board is:

Oh shit Pops fuggin dead-

(From TV episode 1C And the Kitchen Sink)

[momentomori24]

You know, for as much as I joke about Grace and Wolfgang having had sex (and it apparently being confirmed by the team too), I'm actually genuinely intrigued if that will be plot relevant later. I've seen some people talk about Grace potentially being pregnant (and side eyeing Wolfgang's corpse too which LMAO). That may sound way out there and a stretch, but it's actually not that unbelievable, surprisingly. The animal that Grace is associated with is the rabbit. Rabbits are known to represent fruitfulness, lust and fertility due to their rapid reproduction. And in Christianity they also represent rebirth and resurrection on top of that (hence why they're so intimately tied to Easter, the celebration of the resurrection of Christ).

Considering how Eden's Garden has a LOT of religious symbolism and parallels to the bible, it wouldn't be too unimaginable if that's going to be how her animal symbolism becomes relevant later on. Her being the character most associated to fertility and reproduction while also being heavily implied to have had sex (probably unprotected) doesn't seem like a complete coincidence, I think. Just food for thought. Love it, hate it-- if nothing else, that'd certainly be one way to put the "dead" in "dead beat", amirite?

[chaoticprussia]

struggling to finish this drawing cause i erased too many times and it left behind a lot of lines.. but i still like how the unfinished doodle looks.

heres a minnesota! hes got some german heritage in her. hence the smaller then average eyes. which is a german genetic trait linking back to the second german reich. aka reichtangle. he likes space science hockey and canadians! she was a big part in the civil war and the space race.

hes also bipolar! which is a reference to the wether here which SUCKS. it regularly gets to the negatives during the winter and if youre unlucky can get to 100 FUCKING FAHRENHEIT during the summers. which is why i call it the bipolar state. ive been calling it that for YEARS lmao.

[juustozzi]

soccer club shenanigans! also, don't mind the alt uniforms, these were drawn while I was writing and while they're not exactly fic art they share the vibe

[mister-cable-man]

Dinner is served

[daz4i]

atsushi being sassy/salty, imo, is just a little comical way in which his... not quite essence, but inner feelings? express themelves. and i don't think that contradicts him being soft - in fact, i think these qualities enhance each other

atsushi being sweet despite having the ability to be cold, even murderous (i think beast shows it well, the fact he DOES have this instinct inside him - not just by showing how easily he became a killer, but also that bit about the beginning, how beast!akutagawa's solution to starving was eating weeds, while canon!atsushi went straight to thinking how he's gonna have to become a thief), is just proof that he's making that choice consciously

even when he's like, complaining to the audience, kinda, about his money when he takes kyouka on their "date", the fact is he still took her on it, he still made a choice to spend it on her to make sure she has a good day. he can be salty, but despite it he chooses to be kind

even with akutagawa. he's always like ready to attack him on sight, but he DID let him lean on his shoulder in that boat, he did protect his head while breaking through that window, he did show kindness to someone who is supposed to be his enemy

atsushi comes from a harsh background, his instincts lean more towards rudeness and selfishness at best and violence at worst, and despite that he chooses to be kind, to help, to be gentle when needed.

this is another way in which he embodies one of bsd's core messages, i think. while other characters lean more towards "you can always start again, you can always be good now even if you weren't before" (dazai, kyouka, akutagawa, odasaku just off the top of my head), atsushi is a slightly different version of this sentiment - "your past doesn't define you, your actions do".

and the beautiful thing is he still struggles with it. he's still quite violent at times, he has an entire breakdown about it in dead apple, he doesn't kill but he does maim. and yet he keeps going, he keeps making that choice every day, because he knows that's what he needs to do in order to live.

[1driedpersimmon]

Scus the //blood I was having feeling and decided the best solution was to dump Sesame in blood

And also Hauchie sweeping him off his feet because oh no

(And Sesame charm for myself hehe, maybe)