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it just hit me that there are people who think yosano is not an actual doctor and although it's never confirmed in canon if she obtained her doctorate ( despite introducing herself as a doctor ), in my portrayal she has. she did the whole thing. med school, internships, residency, everything. she works at a clinic when she's not occupied at the agency. she's trained for this since she was eleven years old. contrary to her reputation within the agency and by agency enemies, frequent patients of the clinic like her — she's still a little "odd" but her show of scientific curiosity and sadism is dialed down significantly and she genuinely cares for her patients.

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you really brought out the big guns for this, but i regret to inform you that i am too smart and pretty to be hypnotized

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𓂃 ࣪˖     ⠀  DOCTOR'S ORDERS      ...     DAZAI, OSAMU        ／         [ @yusosha ]

“ you're not going to volunteer again, are you ? ” broken through the silence in a monotonous drawl, yet fused with some form of amused curiosity. learning her language was a game, a landmine to be maneuvered with care, her tongue a skilled dancer in the spoken maze. she didn't need to say anything at all, but the heat of his stare was enough to be felt through the thick of her coat, not even the slow, rhythmic waves of the ocean lapping over rocky shores could lull it out. the wood of the pier was nearly rotting, sticky and damp to the touch, a few years past its repair date. news of the quarter quell hadn't gone cold just yet, still freshly replaying in her mind. she thought she'd done well in blocking out every wet, bloodied memory of her desperation to live, and in the endless pits of her guilt, she would be dragged back in. her life in the wringer, he'd promised her that. she would never escape. magentas finally tore from the grey - blues, landing on carmines. not that it meant anything to her what his decision were to be. “ tell me so i can start including myself in those bets they make on you. i'm not above cheating to win, just once. ”

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i eat yr writing like a starved man eating ass raw mwah ur an icon

HELLO?????? LANDKSKSKDFKDL no u are the icon thank u

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「生き方が、これからの顔になる」

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school started this week so i'll be relatively slow and inactive for the next 3 months <3

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HAMABE MINAMI as JABAMI YUMEKO KAKEGURUI (2018) dir. Hanabusa Tsutomu

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i am nothing if not the biggest peer pressurer when it comes to writing women from bsd and creating fem ocs for bsd

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“ my fault ? ” she crooned, taunting. “ that's a stretch. ” lips pursed as though she thought back to how it had happened, every move of hers calculated and purposeful, though her moments spent with him were a blur. a haze, a lingering taste on the tip of her tongue that she would continue to long for even moments after it had passed. the distance between them was palpable, though the pace of her heart had decreased considerably from earlier moments, she could feel the gentle thud of her pulse hitting the surface of her skin, the cages of her ribs. wondered what it would have felt like for him to reach deep inside and rip out that bloody organ of hers, throbbing and aching, heavy in his hand. it was carnage that kept them intertwined. the stickiness of her back against the floor was enought o keep her grounded in some form of reality, even as she found herself staring into those little black holes of his eyes — would she drown in them ? allow him to consume her whole ?

the weight lightened with each removal of his hold, slight breeze of stale air hitting the space between. she exhaled sharply, muscles flexing, wrist twisting to loosen. “ mm, don't do that. ” mocking pout, pale vermillions downturned, faux - innocence in batted eyes. “ don't like criers. begging, on the other hand ... ” the doctor allowed the silence to settle between them, manicured brow lifting. she could flip their positions, pin him down to the mat the way he'd pinned her, but the game had been long finished. so she only hiked her leg up further, bent at the knee, free hand moving upwards, pad of her fingers gently tracing underneath the mark. “ want me to kiss it better ? ” ivories bit down on her bottom lip before she flipped them over at last minute with the brief momentum channeled, leaving him flat against her back. not pinned, but she was straddled comfortably over his lap, hovering, both hands planted on either side of his head to hold herself up. “ gotta make sure we don't mess with your pretty face. ” / @ninkaku

molten ambers flickered over her form beneath him, hold over her body and wrist not yet relinquishing. hovering above yosano, their breaths mingled somewhere in the space between them, dazai's lips parted on something of a triumphant twitch of their corners, smug in nature but knowing all too well that this victory had been half deserved and half delivered by her willingness to lose to him for just a moment. as it stood, yosano remained one of only two people dazai still held an interest in besting, the other being his own partner, the feeling of coming out on top still managing to warm him to some degree, though small in that regard he still found it wholly anticipatory and fun to be summoned for such a game. in this particular instance he had simply received a message detailing the desired time, and he had made sure he was not one moment late.

at the mention of it, suddenly he could indeed feel the cold remnants of blood forming on his skin, the bitter sting of a graze he had ignored until now, not having wiped it on the backs of his bandages before their scuffle began. dazai had the idea to do so now, but it would mean sacrificing one point of contact against her body to clean himself up, a move in which he knew would likely end with him splayed beneath her again at her mercy. a pinch of his brow instead, the tip of his head as though asking her a silent question, lips pressed together. “ it was your fault. ” pressed lips becoming a pronounced pout, knowing he could beg for her pity and never receive it, whether he ever was to mean it or not. “ i'd like it better if you did something about it. ” a beat, eyes blinking as he steadily removed his hand from her wrist, palm open as he brought it back up to hold in an amused surrender, his knee the next item of pressure to leave her arm. a mistake that if made, dazai knew he only had himself to blame. “ call it a truce so that i can play your miserable patient ... mm? i'll even cry too, if you want. ”

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yosano in jjk is so sexy actually i just have to make it make sense

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yosano my beloved <3

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he's been trying to get her all month. has tried many different settings. just outside the office, her own apartment, and even going as far to hold the damn thing over his head himself and sidle up niiiice and close to her. with no luck. as a last resort, dazai has now strategically taped the worn bunch of mistletoe to the top of the infirmary doors, and is now waiting patiently outside the door for her to exit, after knocking with a false sense of urgency just to get her moving. when he's eventually met with the sight of her furrowed brows, he simply points upwards, as they are both now stood directly underneath it. :D

if she squinted, she could see the silhouette of him hanging outside her door through the opaque glass, magentas narrowed into slits as she waited a beat. fingers curled over the small clipboard as though she debated even getting up from her seat. out of pure spite and pettiness, of course. and amusement, in watching him suffer just a little from her pseudo - obliviousness. the doctor knew him well enough, could read him through the smallest of expressions or the small whine that'd leave his lips quietly but not so quiet that she couldn't catch it — to which she assumed was pointed on his end. her steps were slow as she approached, and movements even slower as the door opened to reveal a holly - jolly detective agent with an arguably unattractive holiday sweater and candy cane hair clips ( curtesy of kyouka ). now facing him, side leaning against the doorway, she can hear the soft music playing from the main space. she doesn't look up to see the faint tint of green hanging between their heads, just slightly out of view. “ my, you are persistent. ” ends of brims twitch as she resists a smile, failing once he shakes the mistletoe above them a bit more aggressively that the small plant is rustling with force. “ and dedicated. ”

pads of fingertips dance over the front of his sweater before clinging to the slope of it, tugging him down to her height, lashes fluttering as she breaks the focus of his intense gaze. he smells sweet, a concoction of december delicacies, and she can feel her heart thumping in her chest. no doubt he would hear it. “ you can have your gift a little early, i suppose. ” she murmurs against his lips, words nearly muffled between them as the distance is closed before she could finish speaking. arms are wrapped around his shoulders, weight shifting so that she stands up taller to fall into his embrace fully, soft hum burying in her throat when she feels his hands settle on the curve of her waist, and then tightening his hold around her frame. she doesn't care that anyone could come across them in such a state at this moment, only that his kisses make her dizzy, and that she could not get enough. it is especially challenging when she just barely manages to pull herself back, much to his reluctance, lips brushing against his as she mutters, “ you can open the rest of your present tonight. ”

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the bsd edit to enemy really solidified how down bad i am for this animanga

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kitten i’ll be honest daddy’s about to kill himself

like actually this time?

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happy birthday how would u like to perform my autopsy as a gift

while you're alive? :D

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yosano and gojo sharing a bday is so GJDSLKGJSDKGDS