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what a time by xoinks | 2.3k

The unrealistic distortions had stretched across Dazai’s exasperated mind. There was someone with purple and red eyes. He felt water filling his lungs and something from the deep billows of the seas snatching him up and dragging him down.

A small noise curdled from his throat, and in an instant Chuuya was on the bed with him--next to him.

(there is a phenomena of conscious state between wake and slumber, where nightmares are heightened. more jostling and intense. it’s known as hypnagogic hallucination. it leads to confusion, agitation and an added intensity to the neurons of the brain than simplistic dreams)

#a: xoinks #trope: body worship #SO SOFT #under 10k #ao3 #dazai x chuuya

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bsdwritersartists · 5 years

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Strangers

Title: Strangers NSFW

Author: xoinks

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya

Tags: Angst, Canonical Character Death, Dysfunctional Relationships, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk

Summary: He fixed Chuuya with a look, that truly reflected the nickname the hatrack had chosen for him, all those years ago.

Dead.

“What an evening of firsts,”

And the door slammed behind him.

Read on AO3

#bsdwritersartists #bungou stray dogs #bsd writer: xoinks #source: ao3 #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #dazai x chuuya #bsd fic

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catsbythegreat · 6 years

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Narrow

-There’s talk of them being partners at some point, and Chuuya meets Dazai’s gaze and narrows his eyes, trying his best to show his complete hatred of the idea without outright flipping Dazai off.

(I like how this one was in the other ask as well for ‘eyes’ LMAO)

send me a word and i’ll see if its in a fic wip

#thank you!#fic games #xoinks

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pocketramblr · 3 years

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Did... Mr compress steal keigo when he was jist a. Egg? Dkwkdksk the mental imagine him going xoinks on some eggs all of them and hoping one of them is a kid not just like... A big bird egg

Sghjggkhh yeah actually I'm gonna make the call: in my Compress Steals Hawks au, Hawks did in fact hatch from an egg. Like, a giant egg but one nonetheless

#look the thing about his backstory reveals is that i literally cannot make them worse #so I'm just gonna go back in time a few years and bring hatching discourse with me lol #she said before imediately going for a two hour drive away from her phone #he marbled the egg #and then later he marbled the baby to do 'pulls out of a hat tricks'#anon #pocket talks to people #eggnapped au

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ao3feed-skk · 4 years

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by xoinks

"well i know it's not been easy, but easy ain't worth singing about"

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(AKA the one where Chuuya owns and operates a kennel, where an unexpected vagabond shows up and shows him the real meaning of love and loyalty)

Words: 5324, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Additional Tags: dog trainer au, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tachihara and Chuuya are bros, Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs), Light Angst

#Soukoku #ao3feed #fanfic #Bungou Stray Dogs #Skk #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #Chuuya #Dazai

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crazy-fantasy-world · 5 years

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Little commission for @xoinks

#bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #chuya nakahara

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bungoustraydogsbigbang · 5 years

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Partners Announcement

And... drumroll please! Partners are now going to be publicly announced, so best of luck, participants, and it’s time for you to contact your partners!

#mod posts #wew.#happy creating everyone!!

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osamuchuu · 4 years

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this is so fun =) Tagged by @intimatopia - copy and bold your fanfic preferences.

slow burn or love at first sight

fake dating or secret dating (both is good)

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance with correspondence

hurt/comfort or amnesia

fantasy au or modern au

mutual pining or domestic bliss

smut or fluff

canon compliant (missing scenes) or fix-it fic

alternate universe or future fic (I go so hard for unique AUs though)

one-shot or multi-chapter (maybe I should write more of what i like eh...)

kid fic or roadtrip fic true love’s kiss fic (sorry I didn’t like those choices)

reincarnation or character death

arranged marriage or accidental marriage (marie’s skk drunk marriage verse)

high school romance or middle-aged romance 20-somethings romance.

time travel or isolated together

neighbors or roommates

sci-fi au or magic au

bodyswap or genderbend

angst or crack

apocalyptic or mundane

I’m tagging @xoinks but only if you feel like it though no pressure!

#meme #game #tagged #fanfiction #not anime

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dgalerab · 6 years

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xoinks replied to your post: there is nothing as frustrating as having a ship...

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my exhaustion with stu//cky fic has been a long and tiring journey

i’m aware i could let go of at least 50 of my 5000 expectations but consider: you can take them from my cold dead hands, stu//cky fandom

#xoinks #vivi replies?

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avocadotoastskkzine · 5 years

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Chuuya may have bitten off more than he could chew when he finds Dazai in with all his dogs! We hope you have your bag of treats ready for @xoinks‘s Dog Trainer AU!

Get your copy of 🥑🍞 now! avocadotoastskkzine.bigcartel.com

#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #BSD Zine #Fanzine #Dazai Osamu #Nakahara Chuuya #skkavocadotoastzine

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enaxii · 5 years

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the echoes of your love

This is part of the SKK White Day fic exchange! To my giftee, Xoinks, I hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it. :)

read this on ao3 here.

summary: The creases in the sheets make Chuuya’s heart ache, so he turns away from the bed and focuses on putting each button through the correct hole, his fingers trembling when any other time it would be steady. It irritates him to no end, but still, he hurries out of the room once he’s done, avoiding the lonely bed that stands as a centrepiece in the room. Briefly, he wonders what cruel deity made it so that the day of their anniversary is the day the only person that (that) Dazai Osamu cared about died.

(Maybe it’s his own deity, the one who hangs over his shoulders and whispers his skin with red streaks.)

When Chuuya wakes up, the space beside him is cold. It’s not surprising, really, but he still can’t help the disappointment that crests through him. The house is silent as Chuuya shifts in bed, leaching a few more moments from his morning before he has to start the day. It is the gentle creak of springs and the shift of feet on tiles that accompanies him through his morning routine, even as Chuuya ignores the emptiness that clings to his skin, the silence that should be punctuated with infuriating whines and condescending laughter. The coffee that sits in the coffee brewer is still warm, and Chuuya pretends that it’s warm because the maker had only just left, instead of the heating plate that hums beneath the jug.

The coffee is lukewarm, and the usually rich flavours are muted, bland against his tongue. He nurses his coffee at the table, forcing down cold toast between sips. Something makes his usually efficient morning routine lethargic, leaving him lagging at the counter, pausing at the sofa, casting an eye over the bed and its rumpled sheets. Half of it had already been made up, though it has been mussed up with Chuuya getting out of bed. The creases in the sheets make Chuuya’s heart ache, so he turns away from the bed and focuses on putting each button through the correct hole, his fingers trembling when any other time it would be steady. It irritates him to no end, but still, he hurries out of the room once he’s done, avoiding the lonely bed that stands as a centrepiece in the room.

Briefly, he wonders what cruel deity made it so that the day of their anniversary is the day the only person that ( that ) Dazai Osamu cared about died.

(Maybe it’s his own deity, the one who hangs over his shoulders and whispers his skin with red streaks.)

His coat is still slung over the rack, along with his hat, strangely unmolested. Most of the time, Chuuya would wake up to find his hat at the top of the fridge, or some other obscure, hard-to-reach place, but this time, the hat quietly mocks him right where he had left it the night before. He stares at the hat, but does not take it. The world doesn’t end, even as the door closes with a click and the hat is left behind.

As he makes his way down the apartment building, Chuuya feels strangely naked, vulnerable like a child that is being examined under a doctor’s eye. (And the doctor smiles, eyes growing wide and his smile razor sharp like the scalpel he wields.) He pauses outside the block, and- It’s Saturday. He had taken an off-day the night before, drowsy with sleep as Dazai’s fingers patted his head absentmindedly. Perhaps he had already anticipated the empty bed despite the red circle over the date on the calendar, despite the half-slurred words (“Tomorrow… Stay, won’t you?” And he feels Dazai’s fingers stutter in his hair, pause mid-stroke. He doesn’t think he hears Dazai reply.), despite the grip he knows he maintains on Dazai’s other hand, like he’s unwilling to let go.

Chuuya jams his hands into his pockets as far they can go, brows turning downwards. Already, he regrets not bringing his hat along, the sun now beginning to irritate his eyes as he squints ahead. Today is a Saturday, and there is only one place that Dazai could be. Instead, Chuuya heads in the opposite direction, towards the detective agency.

He doesn’t want to see Dazai.

(He wants to see Dazai.)

As he passes through streets, Chuuya can see couples sitting in cafes, quietly chatting, gentle smiles on their faces as they enjoy the Saturday morning without a care in the world. Chuuya aches, seeing them. Sometimes he wonders what would have happened if instead of Mafia black blood running in their veins, it’s a dark red, tinged with loving families and a perfect childhood. It would be nights that don’t end with faraway stares of someone who’s not quite there, it would be mornings that don’t start when the moon is still high above them, gunshots ringing in the bay. Chuuya turns his gaze away as a bright-eyed teen leans in close to someone hidden behind the booth, her face dusted red.

If this was a different world, the two of them would be spending time together today, just like the couples in those cafes, sharing smiles and a hot coffee, maybe. Instead, Dazai is visiting a grave, and Chuuya is alone on what should be their most important day.

When he eventually makes it to the agency, Chuuya loiters around outside for a while, deliberating, but Yosano then opens the front door and raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

“We can see you from the window.”

Chuuya only tsks, and neither elect to comment on his rookie mistake.

As they wait for the lift, Yosano comments idly, “He’s not here.”

The comment is casual, not at all the loaded bomb that it should be.

Even then, Chuuya tenses, and replies, “I know.”

Yosano glances at him from the corner of her eye, but Chuuya avoids her gaze, staring straight up at the panel above the lift, numbers steadily ticking down to one. The lift ride up is not awkward per se, but Yosano can’t seem to keep her curiosity to herself and Chuuya can feel her gaze darting over, something that has him raising his hackles and grinding his teeth. When he finally stalks out of the lift, he leaves behind the barest of footprints.

Now outside the Agency, he hesitates only minutely before throwing open the door, and it cracks loudly against the wall. All eyes inside swivel around to face him, and there’s no familiar pair of brown eyes that peers at him (a light chuckle, “Aw, Chuuya missed me so much that he came to the agency?”) from behind an ever-growing pile of paperwork. He knew that even before he came to the agency, but some useless hope made him check anyway.

Now, he has the attention of the entire present agency, and he spots the Jinko’s hand twitching on the desk, like he longs to summon his claws. Kunikida’s smile is forced, his eyes drawn to the small hole that’s left in the wall where the door’s handle slammed into it with enough force to break through the plaster. Ranpo is still lounging in his chair, his hat covering his face even as one eye peeks out at him. Chuuya feels Yosano come to a stop behind him, one hand on her hips as she surveys the scene before her.

“He’s come to visit.” Yosano announces, taking her time to meet each agency member’s eyes. Chuuya can feel the tension that snaps at his heels, and his shoulders hunch up defensively, a scowl beginning to tighten on his face. The air in the office feels supercharged, crackling with electricity that springs from one agency member to another.

Eventually, the Jinko’s relaxes his fist, fingers uncurling to rest flat on the table. Kunikida’s posture also seems to ease, the false smile slipping from his face but looking altogether less wary.

“Chuuya-san. What brings you here today? I’m sure you’re already aware that Dazai wouldn’t be showing up today…”

His words are cautious, testing the fragile truce that has been laid before them.

Chuuya takes his time, eyes wandering around the office. Ranpo’s staring at his head now and-- right. Chuuya’s not wearing his hat.

“I just wanted to visit.”

He doesn’t say that he’s avoiding Dazai now, irritation beginning to simmer beneath the surface. It doesn’t take that much effort to leave a note, maybe open his mouth to flap a few words, and still, Dazai manages to completely ruin his day.

(There’s also the part of him that’s bitter at Dazai, at the four years that Dazai disappeared with, at how Dazai still disappears again so easily. Chuuya understands what it’s like to have dead friends, but he doesn’t understand Dazai.)

(All he wants is something simple. Something to tell him that he’s… appreciated .)

Kunikida nods towards Dazai’s desk, his attention already being drawn back to his paperwork.

“You can sit there if you want.”

Dazai’s chair is right next to the Jinko’s, and they warily exchange looks. The other flexes his hand again, clenching into a fist and relaxing, before giving Chuuya a wavering smile and returning to whatever he was doing.

It’s not the first time that Chuuya’s been over, but it is definitely the first time he’s been at the agency without Dazai as a buffer. The silence that now sits in the office is awkward and altogether uncomfortable, but Chuuya has experience sitting in even more awkward situations than this, so he manages to still his tapping feet and slouch in Dazai’s chair, ignoring the glances that he gets every so often.

Chuuya occupies himself with his phone, scrolling through messages and emails without really looking at them. The chair, of course, smells like Dazai, sterile bandages and a sharp hint of lemon, and- Chuuya hates how much he yearns for the real thing. He can usually handle himself better than this, goddamnit.

Maybe half an hour passes, and the Jinko’s pen starts to dip as he writes, before he finally drops it back onto the table and, collapsing into his chair, starts to swivel in lazy circles. Chuuya ignores him, staring blankly at the black screen of his phone, before a quiet mutter starts Chuuya from his daze.

“What are you really here for, Chuuya-san?”

The creaking of the swivel chair had stopped. Chuuya looks up, and the Jinko’s gaze burns, quiet and determined. When he doesn’t respond (doesn’t know how to respond, because why is he here, really?), Atsushi’s resolve seems to harden.

“You’re avoiding Dazai, aren’t you?”

The office is silent, the tick-tick-tick of the clock like a bomb that’s just about to explode.

“Of course not.”

-is what he wants to say, but the words clog up in his throat (as they always do, regarding that bastard) and Chuuya finds that he can’t speak, can’t lie.

So he shrugs, a tight roll of his shoulders that tells the truth more than his words will let him say.

Now that Atsushi has his answer, he shrinks back into his chair, uncertain of how to proceed.

“D-did something happen…?”

The chair Chuuya sits on trembles, a soft red aura enveloping its frame. Is he angry? Is he disappointed? Chuuya knew what he was getting into from the moment this relationship started, on this exact day years ago. He knew that there would be disappearances without warnings and miscommunication because they were both bad at feelings (Dazai, since forever, Chuuya, since Dazai disappeared), he knew what he was getting into , but yet…

There’s a yawn from behind him, and a lilting voice, almost mocking.

“Once people get hurt enough by something, you start expecting the pain to always happen.”

Ranpo is still sprawled in his chair, his eyes closed, but he smiles at Chuuya, the edges sharp.

“Dazai may be smart, but he’s horrendous with feelings. Of all the people he could predict, you were always one of the few that he couldn’t.”

Ranpo’s smile softens even as his expression grows cat-like.

“You should go home, Chuuya.”

And Chuuya’s gone, a wind that leaves behind footsteps imprinted in the floor.

He sprints back to the apartment, knocking past people and storming up the stairs when he can’t stand waiting for the lift.

All of a sudden, he’s standing in front of the apartment door, and his hand is shaking where it rests on the door handle. Chuuya doesn’t know what to expect, doesn’t want to raise his hopes lest they smash into pieces, and time slows outside his front door.

The handle turns, and the door opens without a sound through the thumping of Chuuya’s heart.

Dazai stands in the kitchen, a flower in one hand and scissors in another. Candles have absolutely taken over the dining table, and in two corners, plates of- pasta? The whole scene is so bizarre that it takes Chuuya a few moments for him to even realise that Dazai has dropped the flowers.

“Chuuya! Welcome home~”

Dazai’s voice was as infuriatingly unconcerned as always, but Chuuya could hear the tremor in his voice, the slight lift at the end of the sentence. He could see Dazai shifting his feet, how he avoided his eyes and how his smile was strained, nervous .

“Dazai. What’s…” Chuuya observes the fire hazard on his table, “all this?”

The other claps his hands together, “Our anniversary dinner, of course! I wasn’t quite sure what to make, Chuuya is better at cooking than I am! It might give you food poisoning, but I’m sure it’ll be fine-”

Dazai’s words cut off, and he’s staring at Chuuya now. There’s something stinging in his eyes, his heart clenching in his chest, and Chuuya feels like a fog that’s resided in his head the whole day has finally lifted. When Chuuya touches under his eyes, his fingers come away wet. Huh. Tears .

“Chuuya-”

Skinny arms snake around him, awkward and obvious in how they both know how to kill better than they know how to hug. Even so, the smell of bandages and antiseptic with a tinge of lemon soap relaxes Chuuya, and he leans into Dazai.

“I never thought that… I never thought this would ever happen.”

There’s a warm hand that’s combing through his hair, gently separating his locks and pulling down his walls.

Dazai’s voice is soft when he speaks.

“I got a bunch of angry texts from the agency. They were all quite concerned for you.

“I left early in the morning to visit his grave. I was trying to surprise you, but you woke up earlier than I expected.”

I was trying to surprise you by being there when you woke, Chuuya heard.

There’s a pause, and Dazai seems to deliberate his words.

“I… I’m sorry, Chuuya.”

The floor seems to drop out from beneath his feet, because he’s never heard Dazai apologise without contempt in his tone and a smirk on his lips. Chuuya almost wants to snort, to play it all off as a joke, but Dazai finally holds his gaze and Chuuya cannot find anything but sincerity in them. It’s so disconcerting , even as a tight knot in his heart starts to loosen, even as his grip tightens on Dazai’s sleeve.

Chuuya can hear the words that Dazai cannot speak, can hear the I’m sorry for leaving ’s and I’m sorry for hurting you all this time ’s. Dazai cannot speak these words, so instead, he says, quietly and surrounded by lit candles:

“Happy anniversary, Chuuya.”

#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #my writing #dazai #chuuya #yosano #kunikida #ranpo #atsushi

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summerlovinzine · 5 years

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Soukoku: A Summer Lovin’ Zine

Welcome to Soukoku: A Summer Lovin’ Zine. This is a for profit, 18+ zine featuring the dynamic duo.

WHO’S MODDING?

Those running the show are: @hello-sweetie17 @stargazerlilith and @xoinks

WHAT ABOUT TUMBLR GOING UP IN FLAMES? 🔥

We have Twitter! CuriousCat is set up to allow for anonymous asks. We hope to keep this blog going as long as possible, though. Please follow both accounts just in case.

PROJECT INFORMATION

We are looking for:

1 cover artist

10 writers

10 artists

1 merch artist

2019 SCHEDULE

January 1: applications open

January 31: applications close

February 7: contributors emailed

February 10: contributors announced

March 10: check-in #1

April 10: check-in #2

May 15: final submissions due (subject to change)

May 10: pre-orders open (subject to change)

June 30: pre-orders close (digital stays open)

Shipping date TBA

APPLICATIONS

Submissions may be published and/or unpublished work. Please remove all pseuds from your entry to prevent revealing your identity.

Your entries need not be BSD or soukoku, but it will help us in our judging process.

Writers: Your application must be at least 1000 words with a maximum of 3000 words. It can be one story or more as long as the entirety of your entry doesn’t exceed 3000 words. Although encouraged, your submission doesn’t have to be explicit.

Artists: Your must submit at least two pieces with a maximum of three. As with writers, your work doesn’t have to be explicit, but it is encouraged.

ADDITIONAL NOTES

Cover artist position: The final piece will be SFW with R18 placed where the reader can easily see it. The rating will explain the content.

Merch artist position: The final merch design will be SFW.

Artists: Your final piece doesn’t have to be totally revealing in regard to certain anatomy. At the very least, the work should be indicative of intent (e.g. clothes coming off).

All contributors: We aim to have this zine be as comfortable and as approachable as possible. Even though the taste in regard to 18+ content varies amongst readers, the zine does have its limits. Therefore, certain circumstances in your final creations are forbidden.

The top and foremost being the lack of clear and concise consent. If it’s a situation and/or kink that requires a discussion between the pairing before it’s done, then it must be made clear in your piece! Such topics include, but are not limited to, aphrodisiacs, drunken encounters, somnophilia.

JUDGING PROCESS

The judging will be blind, meaning an outside source unrelated to fandom will control applications via removing names and replacing them with numbers to pass onto the three mods.

Each application will be accessed by the following criteria:

Writers: characterization, grammar, dynamic between characters, creativity

Artists: composition skills, creativity, clean work, conveyance of idea

*If you wish to apply for more than 1 artist position (cover, merch, contributor), please submit separate applications with the corresponding position chosen within the application.

WHAT ELSE?

As for profit, the amount will be whatever is left post-sales and shipping. This will go to everyone involved in the project.

If anyone has any questions and/or concerns, please drop us an ask here, or on Twitter via CuriousCat!

#bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #soukoku #soukoku: a summer lovin’ zine #18+#fanfic #fanart #bsd zine #signal boosts appreciated

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fullmetal-the-last-alchemist · 5 years

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lost light issue #2 alternate universe hyjinks babey! let’s GO

ahh i love that cover!!!! also: why the fuck did rodimus put cyclonus in charge. why’d he have to do that to him

damn i love rewind, just immediately mouthing off to this giant one eye dude. hes so good

ok i just got smacked with a lot of new terms, what’s up

love how ALL the good idiots are being so rude to the functionists. love it

‘you TOOL’ dhgjskhd rodimus i love u

ahh the lesbians!! nice

conjunx endura?? she thinks drift and rodimus are married??? lmao

to be fair. they were definitely fucking in the teleporter. so.

ahh i love anode and lug..they are...so good. thank u so much

oh fucky that’s one of the mean decepticons isn’t it? ah dang

ew the functionists are so shitty. eugh.

hhhhhh i love cdrw so muchhhhh

ok gotta say. roller and terminus taking the biggest Ls here. they get saved and don’t die - yay! - and then immediately accidentally go to another universe and chained up. not yay!

aw rodimus.. im kind of sad but also laughing

djhskhdg ‘dad’s being a bummer, someone else come be chained to me!’

yeah what the fuck is the day of revelation. what’s up with that

ah. big primus. Big.

ok i love drift and ratchet so much. so much

‘prepare. confront. repel.’ im nervous to find out exactly what the fuck THAT means tbh

haha sorry if it wasn’t rain it was blood, that’s how this shit works

ah the AVL!!!! and THEY HAVE A REWIND GUY ON THEIR SIDE, FUCK YEAH

oh geez tailgate NO

‘miss fisticuffs!’ shdgkjsghHD THATS THE CUTEST THING EVER

tg: don’t hurt my FUCKING boyfriend or i’ll Murderize You

i love anode omg

ANODE NO

oh boy tailgate, buddy...what are u doing fam...

cyclonus boutta give his bf an Experience

oh geez ANODE NO

is the AVL dying dhgkjdshg

rodimus you..you’re not the brains. megatron is the brains AND the brawn - so is minumus. you’re just.. the thot. the beauty tbh. the sexy one who says dumb shit

terminus looks so proud of megs tearing out of those handcuffs im :’)

oh geez - cyclonus, and tailgate....

i’m already sad. that’s not gonna end well

ooh flashback for anode..wonder what that’s about

i like this new doctor dude! kaput, that’s a cute name

ah! lotty knows anode! oh boy!

another what? is swerve ok?

‘the lighthouse’ and the snowflake from issue #1?? hmmmmmm

REWIND TINY.......

ohh nice one cd - and hes gone. xoinks.

cyberutopia??? ohh boy what

and now it’s showtime, ah, hmm, okay

does that dude have the fucking matrix in his head??? what the fuck

ahh RUNG!!!!! RUNG

and we’re gonna find out what he’s for??? oooh

#tf mtmte #transformers #ruth reads mtmte #the purpose of the mystery stick..finally revealed....

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saau-official · 5 years

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Xoinks.

#ataris sobbing

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quinnlocke · 6 years

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Post 10 gifs of 10 mangas/anime movies you love without telling the names, then tag 10 people.

Tagged by @hypermoyashi

10.

Tagging @dgalerab @rustingroses @1shycat @xoinks @xeylah @kilzom an i am too tired to tag anymore

#things tagged quinn #two years ago i wojkdnt have been able to name more rhan 3 #my how times have changed

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ao3feed-skk · 5 years

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by xoinks

The handprint was dark on Chuuya’s light skin. Chuuya grit his teeth, and a blood curdling scream halted all around him.

Verlaine was nowhere to be seen. The only thing Dazai remembered, before everything faded to black, was the agony in his partner’s voice, and the swirls of gravity crushing everything around him to dust.

Words: 5430, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs), Yumeno Kyuusaku | Q (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Additional Tags: Fifteen (Bungou Stray Dogs), Corruption, Body Horror, Violence, Angst, somewhat happy ending, Bets & Wagers, First Kiss, Hospitals

#Soukoku #ao3feed #fanfic #Bungou Stray Dogs #Skk #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #Chuuya #Dazai

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