#i wouldnt mind having a gun pointed at my face

[weirdmageddon]

yesterday i wrote a scene where jade wasnt a plot device and was left the hell alone in A6A5 because this being dave and jade’s last proper conversation in years made me sad and i wanted to see them reunite properly. i mixed a bit of narration in too even though it was rare around this point in the comic but its just to paint a better picture. also i wouldnt mind feedback on character voice (it’s important to me that the dialogue sounds believable)

[3 years are over, everyone is in the new session. The prospit ship is on LOMAX, as is everyone who arrived on the meteor, safely warped by Jade onto LOMAX as well. Jade has banished B2 Jack to the Furthest Ring already. She hasn't seen her friends in 3 years, not to mention she never met the trolls in person yet.]

[Jade teleports to LOMAX where John was talking with the meteor crew. Her eyes widen when she sees the trolls, giving everyone a greeting. Jade waves to the trolls.]

You’ll have time to catch up with them later. First you want to reconvene with Rose and Dave.

> ==>

Dave... Oh my god! DAVE!!! That’s right! The last time you saw him, he died in your arms after Jack redirected the bullets from your gun into his body!

JADE: dave!!!! DAVE: hey DAVE: this has been three years coming hasnt it DAVE: cmere

> ==>

[Dave hugs Jade with a slight grin on face. He notices her… sniffing him?? but doesn’t even bother to question it.]

JADE: it is so nice to hold your body when its not a corpse :) DAVE: ok DAVE: weird thing to say DAVE: actually who am i kidding who gives a shit DAVE: i almost forgot how much i missed the enigmatic riddlefuckery that is your phrasing DAVE: fortunately i have context for this so i know what youre saying DAVE: humor me for a sec and imagine that i didnt DAVE: but first DAVE: are those dog ears JADE: yes! i am part dog now JADE: because i prototyped my dreamself with becsprite JADE: jadesprite became part of me! and so did her doggy traits from bec DAVE: got it DAVE: oh yeah john mentioned that on the back of his dumb poster inside that bucket that appeared out of thin air DAVE: right before we had to haul ass out of there before jack caught up to us DAVE: karkat had a complete fucking meltdown over that btw i wish you couldve seen it DAVE: damn it feels like so long ago now JADE: heheheh i remember JADE: john realized it at the last second but it was too late! DAVE: of course it was johns idea only he could do something that gooberish DAVE: you know what this means though JADE: yup!! woof woof DAVE: it means youve done it harley DAVE: youve finally done it god damn it DAVE: the evolution of humankind is finally upon us DAVE: the scientists said it would never happen in our lifetime DAVE: but look what we have here DAVE: before me stands mans first legitimate furry subspecies DAVE: homo canis DAVE: as the name implies theyre gay as fuck btw DAVE: its too bad all those scientists are dead and cant witness this phylogenetic breakthrough DAVE: rip to the science community yall wouldve lost your collective shit DAVE: hey jade lets pour one out for the science community for being real ones

> ==>

You are still nestled into Dave’s shoulder. He’s taken a sort of protective position over you. Your perceptive barkbeast ears can hear his formerly bullet-riddled heart beating a mile a minute with the regularity of quartz beneath his time-branded pajamas, all the while he continues to ramble to you about certifiably dumb shit. You can tell Dave is psyched to see you again, even if he expresses it in his OWN bizarre way, which means extended metaphors and topical tangents. What a hypocrite, calling YOUR phrasing perplexing! You sure missed this guy.

You realize you started tuning him out while thinking about all this.

DAVE: jade JADE: umm homo is the species name JADE: so wouldnt that mean were all gay? :p DAVE: yeah that sounds about right DAVE: anyway enough of this bullshit

> ==>

[Dave motions to retract his arms since he doesn’t want it to get too weird, but Jade squeezes tighter. Dave immediately yields to the movement]

DAVE: jesus wow ok DAVE: really happy to see you too DAVE: like if you had a tail it would be wagging so forcefully youd be knocking over all the fucking furnishings in the room DAVE: just slapping it so hard on the owners thigh that it feels like theyre being flogged DAVE: talk about getting bitch slapped JADE: :D DAVE: so howve you been JADE: really really excited to see you guys all again!!! JADE: and to meet the trolls! DAVE: yeah theyre pretty weird DAVE: and im still not used to it DAVE: but it gets more manageable the longer youre around them DAVE: by the way JADE: ?

> ==>

DAVE: sorry you had to go through that JADE: through what? DAVE: seeing me die and stuff again DAVE: except that time right in front of you JADE: .... DAVE: when we were gathering up all those frogs i knew jack was going to appear DAVE: i was waiting and waiting to play it out DAVE: mentally rehearsing my fucking torso getting turned into swiss cheese and knowing you would have to watch on top of it DAVE: i had to make sure it happened to protect the integrity of the alpha timeline DAVE: but if you knew this was going to happen you wouldve tried to prevent it and created a doomed one DAVE: and so i didnt say anything DAVE: i couldnt DAVE: so DAVE: sorry for putting you through that JADE: oh..... JADE: dave D: JADE: well im here JADE: if you ever want to talk about it DAVE: its cool DAVE: you just deserve to know what happened there DAVE: but thanks DAVE: so am i JADE: yeah i know JADE: i guess i should be glad you did that then... JADE: even though i was freaking out when it happened ._. JADE: otherwise you wouldnt be here will us now dressed in your red god tier time pajamas DAVE: yeah these magical rags really are comfortable arent they DAVE: and they stay like perma clean JADE: they are! i would wear mine over and over for days on end JADE: id take a nice shower and put it right back on JADE: and you know how much i love cycling my outfits through my wardrobifier JADE: by the way dave your cape is sooo cool! :o DAVE: thanks DAVE: yeah i love it its hella soft DAVE: its like ive got a portable snuggle blanket with me in case i ever need to drop to the floor like a tired sack of shit and get my snooze on DAVE: ive got a permanent personal reservation at club bed featuring dj pillow and mc blanky JADE: heheheh JADE: can i touch your cape? DAVE: of course go nuts JADE: yaaaay!!

#hs #homestuck #davejade #dave strider #jade harley #my hs dialogues

[locoforshuri]

ACCIDENTAL LOVE

heres a long oneshot from me! i know my mind wouldnt process to make a series for this. i dont know how to feel about it. love you bebs

title was chosen by: @yvxmpire. its pretty long so get comfortable. there might be spelling errors. your girl needs school and Jesus🙏🏾

shuri x black!fem!reader

warning: flirtatious activity?

word count: 1 926. (i think)

02:22 AM

you woke up in the middle of the night. typical. you felt dehydrated since you hadn't drank liquids the whole day yesterday. you got up and put on your light purple pyjama pants and a white tank top and stepped out to go grab a glass of water.

as you made your way to the elevator, your eyes shifted towards the lab on the right. you walked in feelings curious.

"I'm sure no one is in there."

you thought to yourself. As you opened the door, you happened to forget about Griot and his habit of announcing everything.

"Princess, Miss Y/N has arrived."

"Wait, the princess is here?"

you thought to yourself more baffled. You still walked in, thinking she might not actually be in here, due to the time. You saw Shuri turn her head towards the door where you soon entered. She shot you a grin which made you wonder what it could mean. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't think anyone was in here..." you said hesitantly. You noticed there was a song playing in the background but you would not be able to hear it outside of the lab since its soundproof.

"Oh, y/n, were you going to get a glass of water again?" She said looking you up and down with a deep, raspy voice. You swear you looked like the ripest red tomato ever at that comment. How did she know I was thirsty? "Uhm, yeah. Sorry to disturb you, I'll-" You said apologetically.

"No, its okay, really. I have a bottle of water in my mini fridge over there. Feel free." She said with a smile etched on her beautifully carved face.

You couldn't lie to yourself. You had a bit of a crush on the princess. OKAY FINE. A HUGE crush on the princess. It got to the point where you had small talks with Queen Mother (who was basically your second mom) about your feelings for Shuri. You knew she wouldn't feel the same way so you just-

"Y/N?" Shuri spoke in a worried voice. You quickly snapped out of your own delusional thoughts and back into reality again. She looked at you with these eyes that made you heart skip a beat. or two. "Oh sorry, I was just thinking and thank you." You went to Shuri's mini fridge located near Shuri's desk. As you grabbed it and thanked Shuri starting to walk off, she grabbed a hold of your hand gently which made spin towards her direction. "Y/N, try to stop this habit of waking up in the middle of the night because you hadn't drank any liquids the whole day. Promise me?" She said with a worried expression plastered on her face, waiting on your response. She noticed how flustered you were and smirked. "Uh, pro-promise." You said barely getting the words out of your damn mouth. Focus Y/N. She let your hand go and as you started to walk away, she followed you. As you walked out of the lab, she locked the door behind her. She made her way to her room, located in the same hallway as yours. She shot you finger guns with a full fledged smile and close the door behind.

"Bast help me."

_____________NEXT MORNING_____________

07:11 AM

"Good morning, Miss Y/N. You are request by Queen Ramonda in the dining hall at 8:00 AM." Griot announced. Your sleep was interrupted, forcing you to get up and get ready. "UGH, IT'S SO EARLYYY" regardless, you slumped your way out bed. you fell out of bed on the floor with a loud thump. "AH, SHI" you almost swore loudly for the whole castle to hear you.

You headed to your ridiculously large bathroom and got ready. You always over-dressed to everything you attend. You decided to be simple today. But your definition of simple was... detable. So you forced yourself to stay away from that side of the closet.

You wore a green sweatpants set with small gold hoop earrings, which brought out your eyes. You tied your back with two little pieces hanging in front of your eyes. You had one final look in the mirror and winked, happy with the final product.

You walked out of your bedroom closing the door behind it and made your way to the elevator. As you walked, you looked to your right facing the lab, recalling the events that happened not so long ago, 5 hours ago actually. You happened to remember what a fool you made of yourself infront of Shuri.

"Classic y/n."

you thought to yourself. You were so deep in your thoughts not even noticing the princess herself waving her hand try to get your attention from whatever you were thinking. "Bast, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I must be hungry." You said with a small apologetic smile etched on your face. She was quick to respond with a "no problem" smile on your face. You both walked into the elevator. As it started moving, there was an awkward silence for a few seconds before Shuri spoke up which startled you.

"Don't you think your overdressed?"

she said as she eyed up and down with a smirk until her gaze made its way to your eyes. You tried to build up some confidence which was pretty difficult under her intense gaze.

"This was the best I could do. You know I have a problem, princess."

Oop- where did all that confidence come from girl? She looked a bit flustered at the term you used for her. Everyone calls her this but she always liked the way you said it.

You both soon reached the dining hall and walked out, her leading to find Queen Ramonda sitting down already, probably waiting for the two of you. She smiled at the sight in front of her considering the stuff you two talked about. You made your way to the seat assigned to you and got comfortable. Shuri switfly sat next to you and smirked. You had no idea why but you tried to hide your confusion.

"Good morning, Queen Mother."

"Good morning, y/n my darling"

"Good morning, Mother"

"Good morning, lovely daughter, so glad you could join us."

Shuri only comes to breakfast once in a blue moon. She usually orders for the food to be brought to the lab, where she spends most of her time, practically hibernating in there.

____________________________

14:44 PM

You and the Queen were sitting out in the garden next to eachother facing the wall covered in Wakandan art. It was truly a beautiful sight to you both.

You and the queen have been very close practically since your birth. The queen and your mother have been best friends since high school. After giving birth to you unfortunately, she died soon after. Since then, Ramonda took you in and raised you as your own. She was like the mother you never had... Wait-

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you.

"So Y/N, Griot informed me of your little encounter in the dear early hours of the morning with Shuri"

"Ohhh yeah, it was nothing, just needed a glass of water. I was thirsty and just HAPPENED to let my curiosity get the best of me. No big deal."

"She likes you." was all that came out of the Queen's mouth. Those 3 words quickly brought your attention towards her.

"She hasn't said it but from the looks of it, I can easily tell she feels the same way. I would be happy if I were you."

You couldn't help the smile that was slowly appearing on your sunkissed face. Ramonda was quick to notice and giggled at your reaction which made you lose the smile and be more serious and contain yourself.

"I can't get my hopes up. She might just be like this in a way as friends. I don't want to ruin our friendship with my feelings for her. And I don't need her finding out. Too risky, don't you think Queen Mother? I love her but I'm scared."

You whispered the last part. You were so deep in your conversation not hearing footsteps approach you and a deep, sly-like voice spoke behind the two you of startling you both.

"Too late." Shuri said with a smirk on her beautiful face.

"Bast."

"I'm gonna leave you girls to uh, talk. Don't be naughty Shuri. Y/N, I have my eyes on you too."

Queen Ramonda joked playfully. Your face turned red and avoided eye contact as Shuri sat down in the lounge chair beside you. There was silence. Neither of you spoke after the events that just occurred and Shuri knew how embarrassed you felt after you found out about she truly feels about you. But little did you know. She slowly took your hand and slowly rubbed your knuckles with hand. You tensed up a bit at the contact but relax at the gentle soothingness it brought.

"You know Y/N/N, I'm suprised Mother hasn't told you about my feelings for you. I've liked you since we were kids actually. I always had a soft spot for you, and if you haven't noticed it yet, means I'm pretty good at hiding my feelings. That's why I'm so protective of you and worried that you don't get enough liquids or getting enough sleep. Because I love you. When I heard you talking about your feelings for me, I felt so happy. I was also scared Y/N. To ruin the friendship between us. But now, I think I can relax, right? Oh, and I heard you falling of your bed this morning, couldn't help but laugh."

She said the last sentence with a chuckle that sent your heart doing backflips with fireworks errupting. How does one's laugh sound so pretty? You chuckled as well, hoping you don't sound like a nervous wreck over her. Pull yourself together Y/N.

"Wow, uh. I really didn't expect this from you. Like never. And when I mean never I mean-" You cut yourself off. You sounded like a robot that was malfunctioning.

"Uh anyway, I guess I can relax too. Such a relief. I'm happy you feel the same way too. I... I love you too, princess. Sorry I just feel like none of this is real. Am I sure none of this is a prank? Would be more embarrassing than falling off a bed don't you agree?"

You said jokingly as Shuri laughed hitting her leg with the hand not holding you and throwing her head back, letting her curls bounce on her face. You looked at her and smiled.

'She's so beautiful, she is definitely sent from heaven.' You thought to yourself.

"Your more beautiful" She said smiling.

'Did she just read my mind? Did I say that out loud?' You thought to yourself again as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Y/N, why do you keep telling me your thoughts?" She said as she laughed.

"Bast. What is going on with me? I really-"

Before you could finish, at this point, Shuri had moved her chair closer to yours.

She kissed you. Magical, amazing, what's the word? It felt like you could taste the word beautiful. They moved in sync. As Shuri slid her hands on her waist, she was interrupted.

"SHURI, Y/N!"

"Sorry Mother." you said in unison

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SEEE WHAT I DID THERE??😭

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#princess shuri #shuri #shuri fanfiction #shuri fic #shuri fluff #shuri imagine #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #fem reader

[mouthsfullofsharpteeth]

alex killing someone to protect tim and refusing to apologize for it because "you would have just stood there and let them kill you I bet. how about some fucking gratitude for once." (alex didnt actually mean to kill the guy, but he saw a gun pointed at tim and did what he had to. it doesnt matter that he feels guilty about it, because he had to do it. why is tim even upset? its not like HE had to pull the trigger. he probably wouldnt, if it was alex's life on the line.) tim is furious obviously and they are as always going to fuck about it. alex tries to lock away his feelings on the situation even though tonight hes clinging to tim oddly tight, even as tim curses him out and insults him. (it was worth it even to be this close to him. even if he hates you, would never do the same for you. hes alive and thats all that matters. and it doesnt matter, because feeling things isnt supposed to be something you are capable of anymore. how could someone with emotions gun a man down with empty eyes if they still had a heart?) alex is trying to keep up with the verbal sparring but he keeps thinking about how tim didnt move or day a word when the man pointed a gun at him. thinks about what would have happened had he not been there. what he would have lost. he wraps himself around tim as hes fucked into the mattress and feels grateful for every angry groan and every bruise he knows he will be feeling for weeks. and afterwards, he cant bring himself to let go, nor can he explain why.

oh my goddddd yeah. you get it. Alex takes their aggression towards each other as much as he usually does, thinks he's putting on a good show of being totally unaffected and normal about it. Its not like this is the first person he's ever killed, nor is it gonna be the last. And sure, of course he feels the guilt. The guilt eats him alive. But he knows losing Tim would have been worse. In fact, there was never even a question in his mind about it, not a second of hesitation. Tim was in danger and looked like he wanted that gun in his face to go off more than he wanted to move out of the way, so Alex did what he had to do. He knows he's being weirdly defensive about it, that the fact he's picking fights about Tim's unwillingness to escape is not subtle, but he can't help it. Not when what he could have lost was so important. He wants to pick Tim's brain, find out why he would have just taken that shot. Find out if Tim would have done the same for him. Would he? Alex highly doubts it, is very familiar with how much Tim dislikes him. Alex dislikes him too. He just would also miss Tim if Tim died.

#asks #nsft #this feels very jumbled JDHGKDJGF #obsessed with this concept tho #it would be soo crazy hahahaha if u sent more related to this so i can keep brain rotting ahahha

[tears-of-boredom]

finished Tell Me Why. damn.

i feel so weird. like i didnt even cry once. but its not like i hated it. like its a cool story. i guess, anti-climactic? but like, a game doesnt need to have a big climactic conclusion.

i liked how the twins' connection was like, a thing that didnt influence the plot. like its just a way of helping the story. because i feel like it would feel a bit weird if they needed the connection for something really important. because i feel like that would invalidate a lot of experiences. like,,, i dont fucking know how to say this. like i wouldnt hate the story if the connection did matter, and it would not make it any less about real things in real life. but i just really enjoyed how it was just this odd thing about them.

like,, i liked how the memories they saw were still subjective, and they couldnt know for sure which version was the "real" one. it would just, feel like cheating if they could see like the objective truth. its like,, their ability didnt remove any problems they had, its just altered the problems slightly.

anyway yeah uhh. also in these types of like story games, where youre like explicitly controlling an established character,, i always feel like its my duty to pick the dialogue options that the character im controlling would. this is my way of saying that i didnt make them kiss. because he was dealing with a lot and i dont think he wouldve been in the right head space at that moment to do that.

also what hte fuck is this

like,, i chose that option because it seemed like the more realistic thing to have happened. and even before tom said anything, alyson was doubting herself. and they found out that it didnt make sense that mary-anne wouldve been angry at tyler.

from alysons perspective, she heard her brother screaming for help, and saw their mother standing in front of him with a gun.

from tylers perspective, he found his mother in their shack, alone at night with a gun. when she noticed his presence, she seemed very tense. he had a gun pointed at his face and he got scared. so he ran. and her mother followed her with the gun. who the fuck wouldnt be scared. your fight or flight kicks in and the only thought in your mind is survival, you dont have time to think "why".

so what im trying to say is, it is very fucking easy to interpret that as mary-anne preparing to kill tyler. especially if youre a child and its raining and its dark. it makes sense that she wasnt going to hurt him, but that in the moment both kids interpreted the situation wrong. to me atleast. and it makes really little sense that she had any desire to hurt her children.

like what im getting at is, tom's bitch ass didnt influence my decision at all. he is fucking irrelevant to my choice. dont make it sound like he is the sole reason I chose that option.

anyways yeah tbh i dont have that strong opinions on the game. I guess it just made it apparent to me that I do like romance in stories.

yeg

#tell me why #media

[the-learning-bri]

Today is May 7th 2022.

One day until Mother’s Day.

One day until Cam’s 15th birthday. unbelievable

Two days after graduating undergrad.

I woke up around 14:00

because I went to sleep around 06:30.

We got back in the house around 04:00.

We left the no air bnb around 11:00.

Left U-haul around 13:30.

Ate at applebees around 18:00.

There was a tornado warning and direct TV went out as it does.

Nana and Daddy came just as it started raining.

I had the bourbon chicken and shrimp.

Mommy had a southwest bowl that I wish I got.

Cameron got beef nachos and a quesadilla burger.

Uncle Allen got wonton tacos and a quesadilla burger. no tomatoes

Nana got the fish and chips.

and Daddy got the chicken breast.

Our waitresses name was Destini and she had a bumblebee tattoo on her hand.

We got back in the road around 19:15.

I drove.

There was traffic and we had to get all the way over to an exit in .5 miles.

I would get over then let daddy over.

This one pickup truck wouldnt let me over but my attempt allowed daddy to get over and you could see the frustration of the pickup driver. If was pretty satisfying.

We stopped at a Loves.

I got a magnet and two lighters.

Cameron got a bullet knife and a key chain.

When we left daddy went over the median

which he denied and finally called a speed bump.

30 minutes later they called because they thought a transport tire was smoking.

False alarm.

We stopped at Loves again and I think the first time we got gas and the median thing happened and this time we went in and got stuff.

I moved to the backs seat and mommy drove the rest of the way.

Somewhere between 01:00 and 02:00 we saw a black truck swerve

swerve

spin

and go off the side of 295.

They landed in the grass right side up.

Mommy had to turn the music back on and i touched her shoulders.

Driving nerves are different.

You still have to operate this ton of metal while internally shaking and your mind is going as slow and as fast as possible.

Gas in woodlawn was over $4.

The air was cold.

Uncle Allens place looks so cool with everything on the wall.

Daddy and Nana were lost looking for a gas station so we went home and put the food up.

There was a fake gun.

A real gun.

Mountain peaks of clothes (one of them being just jean)

Cameron found his retainer he thought he left in a GA parking lot.

Charli got put in the family room window.

I brushed my teeth and wiped off my face.

I went to bed on top of a comforter and under one.

I texted my gf at 05:34 that i just made it in bed and she called me awake.

We talked for an hour.

Overall, yesterday/today was great.

I feel full of love and support.

And feel free in a way I haven’t felt in… idk if I’ve ever felt this way.

I feel in control and content.

Today I plan to start reading Divergent just to prove to myself I can do it. Showering. Eating. Getting stuff out the car. Checking my grades. Checking my graduation pics. Buying Cameron and Mommy’s gifts. Taking my hair down and moisturizing and oiling it. Length Check. Stretching. And touching Charted.

TIL: Dew point temperature will never be greater than the actual temperature.

05/07/22 15:34

[castielmyfuckingbeloved]

gorgeous murder child :)

#i wouldnt mind having a gun pointed at my face #so long as i got to meet him #i mean #c’mon #gotham #gotham tv show #jerome valeska #the joker

[storytelling-timelord]

It’s not Stress

Request: I love ur writing so far!!! Cant wait till you blow up (my main goal….is to) on here !! Could i get a 👉👈 ten x reader where theyre great friends and y/n gives him a run for his money in taking charge (which makes him feel lowkey safe. Im thinking, to be very romantic and forward about it, he would like to hide his face in their stomach when hes feeling bad and would not be against the idea of them handling things for a while then instead of him. Basically its a “*she* takes care of *me*” situation) but the doctor has been slowly falling for them and it is starting to stress him out. Bcs of his view of them he Does Not want to confess because They Would Never Feel The Same (coming up with any and all reasons they wouldnt). This pressure has been building for a while, cause the feelings only seem to grow, and hes acting more and more Stressed About Something. Yn eventually notices and kind of unintentionally corners him on it. And yeah basically he is so fucking scared he just freezes up and emotions ensue……definitely let me know if this makes sense!!!!

WC: 2.8K

A/N: you ever just have a request that makes a million ideas run through your brain and then you’re writing it and suddenly you forget all of them? Cause ya me too! I do like this, but it wasn’t what I imagined and so I hope I did okay for you Anon? Thank you for requesting though <3 ha I struggled titling for WAY too long…

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You hate running, which is honestly quite ironic with how often you and the Doctor find yourselves needing a quick escape and right now, with that knowledge running through the Doctor’s brain, along with the fact you weren’t currently by his side, he was getting worried. She’ll be fine, he repeats in his mind as he turns down a corner, patting his pockets before pulling out his screwdriver to open the door in front of him.

He didn’t know what was waiting in the room before him but he didn’t expect to walk in on almost 10 angry aliens all looking at him like he killed their Queen. Although he kind of just accidentally did.

He turns back around, ready to make a run in the other direction before more aliens march down the hallway toward him.

He was trapped and he knew it. They had guns and weapons and he had his screwdriver but he was going to use it like his life depends on it, because it most certainly does.

“I wouldn’t come any closer if I were you.” He points his screwdriver to the oncoming aliens and when they get close enough and start shooting at him, he sonic’d the closest weapon. Sparks fly out of it only seconds before its dropped to the floor and the Doctor spins to sonic another weapon behind him and as soon as he does so, the weapons start to fall, the aliens attentions was turning to something besides the Doctor. He didn’t have time to question what it was before the familiar whirring sound he knows and loves echo against the metal walls of the room. The Doctor turns one final time to face the blue of the TARDIS appearing right across the room. The other aliens stand stunned as the door opens and the Doctor smiles.

It was you, coming to save the day.

After you, the next thing he sees is the gun in your hands as you shoot back at an alien who shot you. The Doctor can’t look away from you, his arms falling by his side and he can’t tear his smile from his face.

You manage to take out a couple of the aliens before you were ready to get out of there, only to realize the Doctor still isn’t onboard. He was just standing in the middle of the action, watching you. What a rather confusing look he was giving you as well. “Well, don’t just stand there and look pretty, Doctor!” You shout at him and pull him from his trace. You gesture over your shoulder to the open doors of your home. “Get in!”

His feet had never moved quicker. “Yes, ma’am!” He shouts and runs to you, locking his hand with yours and yanking you after him as he runs. You slam the door behind you and lock it, tossing the gun off to the side and joining the Doctor at the controls.

“Lets get us out of here, Doctor.” You tell him while helping fly the TARDIS away. He’s comfortable with your hands at the controls, both of you working together to fly just like he taught you.

He tries to slip behind you at the same time you reach in front of him to turn a nob. You collide together, your laugh skipping his hearts as you pat his chest and let him pass.

“Thanks for that, by the way.” He speaks quiet and clears his throat. You hum in confusion and glance at him.

“For what?” He gestures to the door and you nod when you catch on. “Eh, had a feeling my Doctor could use a pick up.”

My Doctor.

You say it so simply and yet it weighs heavy on his chest. You were his best friend whether he wanted more or not.

“Where’d you get the weapon?” He throws a glance over to the gun you discarded.

You pretend to not remember for a second as the Doctor raises a brow at you and smirks. “From their Queen.” You finally say, hiding your face from the Doctors view. Was he expecting you to have said you pulled a weapon off their dead leaders body with was still guarded by her subjects? No. Did it impress him? Weirdly, very much so.

“Oh you’re so very clever.” He says fondly and you look to see the fascination towards you on his face and it warms your heart right alongside your cheeks.

“Well I’m going to go take a shower, and a nap, try to get some of this alien-“ you pull your shirt away from your body just enough to see some goo you’ve managed to get all over you from escaping but you grimace, “you know what, I don’t think I want to know what this is, I just want it off.” The Doctor laughs with you as he eyes the mess you’ve gotten yourself into. “You’re welcome to join me, Doctor.”

“In the shower or for a nap?” He jokes believing he knows the answer already to be the nap.

“Either. Both. Your choice.” His eyes widen and his head whips to the side to stare at you. You just wink at him, patting his shoulder and walking off. Were you serious? Did you really want him to join you in the shower and to sleep? He’s still staring at you when you turn around. “Oh! When I wake, we have to go pick up Donna! She said her vacation’s over and she’s ready to get back out there, whatever that can mean.”

Not serious. You weren’t serious. Of course you weren’t. The Doctor hopes you don’t catch onto the thoughts running through his head as he focuses on your words. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll pick her up while you get some rest. You need it after the day we just had.”

You smile, always thankful for him before giving him a look over as well. “When you’re finished picking her up, get some sleep too. You’re better well rested.” He nods at you and you turn to go before stopping and looking over your shoulder. “Try to have an easy landing this time, please? I’m tired of waking up and I’m on the floor on the other side of the room.”

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“I don’t know what you want me to say Donna.” The Doctor sticks his hands into his pockets as he walks next to his annoyed friend. “There’s nothing between Y/N and me.”

“Not yet.” She corrects as she grows tired of trying to get you and him together. “I thought if I gave you two some alone, you’d work something out!”

The Doctor wrinkles his nose, stopping his step for a moment. “That’s why you took a vacation?”

“Have I ever taken a vacation before, Doctor?” She asks like it’s obvious and the Doctor can’t deny that she’s got a point. “Where is Y/N?” She finally asks, wondering why the Doctor went alone to pick her up and to the coffee shop in town after she wanted one for the road.

“Ah, she’s napping.” Donna nods and the Doctor kicks rocks by his feet. “Asked if I wanted to join her. And in the shower as well.”

Donnas eyes widen and she smirks. “Well there you go Doctor. Join her!”

“Nah.” He shakes her head. “She was just joking.”

“Call her bluff.” Donna sips on her coffee, hiding her smirk behind her cup.

The Doctor groans in annoyance. “Donna.” He chastises but Donna just laughs.

“I’m serious! Next time she offers, join her!” He stays reluctant and Donna rolls her eyes and stops walking. “Do you love her?”

“Donna, it’s not like-“

“Do. You. Love her.” She repeats, growing tired with his reluctance on the matter.

“Yes, yes I love her.” He finally concedes and Donna cheers victorious.

“Then tell her! For a genius, you’re clueless.”

He thinks for a moment before shaking his head again.

“Nah.”

Donna groans loudly. “Nah?” She mocks him.

He avoids the look she throws. “She’s not interested in me like!”

“Not interested?”

“We’re just friends! Best friends!”

“Best friends?!”

“Stop repeating what I’m saying!” He yells at her, earning a look from a older woman walking beside them for a moment as Donna offers her a smile that tells her everything is fine and to keep walking. The Doctor collects himself, straightening his jacket before shoving his hands back into his pockets. “She wouldn’t feel the same.”

Donna heard about enough. “Oi! Spaceman! It’s all in your head!” Donna smack his forehead lightly and the Doctors brows furrow.

“What was that for?” He asks, rubbing the slap area.

“To get your brain working again Doctor because you’re going to bloody need it.”

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The Doctor didn’t wake you up when he landed, that was nice of him. The Doctor had been acting strange lately, you weren’t sure what it was but whatever it was is stressing him out greatly. You could see it when he looked at you or if he zoned off for more than a few seconds. It was worrying you, you always worried for the Doctor no matter what but this just seemed different.

You had just woke up from your nap by a knock at the door as you call for whoever it is to come in. You had a feeling you knew exactly who it was and you were proven correct at the first sight of a converse shoe slipping inside your room.

“Did you pick up Donna then?” You grin sleepily at him, pushing yourself up on your elbows and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“All picked up and taken care of.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and avoids looking at you. It makes your heart sink a little because you know he’s stressing himself again.

“Doctor, are you alright?”

He meets your eyes finally, giving your face a scan. “Of course I’m alright.”

You raise a brow at him and cross your arms. “Really?” He nods. “Because there was a whole 5 minutes between my question and your answer.” He was silent again and The Doctor was hardly ever silent. “Come here Doctor.” You gesture him over and the Doctor, despite his confusion, slowly walks to your bed. You pull your covers back and urge him to join you. He hesitates but the Doctor can’t pass this up. He pulls his jacket and shoes off before sliding in next to you and next thing he knows, you’re holding him close to you, his head laying atop your stomach and his lanky figure curling near the foot of your bed but he was comfortable and once your hand starts threading through his hair, the Doctor was in heaven. He relaxes in your hold, his eyes falling closed as he buries his face against your stomach. You can feel his smile through your top and it brings one to your own face. He’s relaxed and happy and it’s the first time you’ve seen him like this in a while. “Doctor, if you’re stressed about something, you can tell me.” Your voice was so soft, so full of care for the Doctor that he stiffened in your arms because how was he supposed to lie to you? He couldn’t out right say the stress was from keeping his love for you hidden but he knows you. You’d get the truth out from him whether he wanted it or not.

“It’s nothing.” He tries but the meek attempt only earns a scoff from you.

“Well now I know it’s something.” Your hand stops in his hair, the comfort was still there but the Doctor knew you were waiting for him to tell you the truth. “If it’s truly nothing then you don’t have to tell me, but whatever this is it’s taking a toll on you Doctor and I won’t let you go through this by yourself. You go through enough without me.”

“I don’t want to go through anything without you.” He mumbles just quiet enough where you can’t hear him. You know he said something but you can’t place just what.

“Doctor, you can tell me anything, you know that. I mean, I tell you everything about me. I don’t think I have a single secret I’ve kept from you.”

Except that I’m in love with you.

He doesn’t say anything, still stiff in your arms as you grown and push the both of you off the bed.

“Ow!” The Doctor almost whines when his body hits the floor, not prepared for the betrayal that was you literally pushing him off. You reach a hand out to help him up and he takes it, keeping his hand slipped with yours even after he’s on his feet.

“I need you to tell me what’s wrong Doctor.” He avoids your eyes and your heart sinks. “Is it me?” You ask very afraid of the answer. Either you did something or he knows something and now he’s stressing out over it. He doesn’t deny your question. “It’s me, isn’t it?” Still nothing. “You’re stressing over me.” The Doctor knew you weren’t asking this time. You can read him like a book, but by the look on your face you were guessing the ending and something tells him you weren’t going to be guessing correctly.

He knows, you think as you let your hand fall from his. He knows the one thing you’ve kept hidden from him.

“It’s not stress, Y/N. You wouldn’t understand.” The Doctor settles on and takes a deep breath. It gives you hope because maybe it’s something you wouldn’t understand, then he doesn’t know anything.

But why would it involve you?

“How about you tell me, Doctor?” You grab both of his hands this time. “Help me understand.”

It’s a look he gives you that finally makes you understand. Well, it’s not a look he gives you but a look he gives your lips. Just a simple glance down yet filled and want and need and it’s a look you’ve given him loads of times when he’s not looking or not aware. That’s when you begin to realize that the Doctor seems to have the same secret as you do and you were going to do something about it. He loses his hold on your hands for what seems like the millionth time but before he has the chance to complain, you grab the collar of his jacket and collide your lips with his.

You can tell the Doctor wasn’t expecting it. For a moment when your lips touched, you could feel him processing before he grabs your waist and pulls you closer, sending a gasp through both of you when your bodies collide.

You can’t resist the upturn of your lips when you separate, leaning your forehead against his and trying to control the rapid beats of your heart, although it was no match for the twin beating of the Doctor’s.

“I didn’t expect that.” The Doctor mumbles and you can feel his soft breath on your lips as you laugh, going back in for a quick peck that the Doctor makes last just a little longer.

“Well, what can I say?” You shrug and throw your arms over his shoulder, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “A girl just can’t resist a man in a police box.”

He smiles gently, wrapping his arms fully around you as you hug him, burying your face in his shoulder and he does the same. “You think we can do that more often?” He asks when he pulls his head up momentarily before he hides it again.

You shrug, pretending to have to think it over. “Maybe we can sit and talk about it over over coffee.” The Doctor straightens up and meets your eyes and you bite your lip. “Second thought, a coffee shop’s a little boring for two time travelers. What, Doctor, is the closet and most beautiful planet that you can think of for our date?”

His eyes lights up, rambling into a spiel about a garden-like planet, with the kindest residents the Doctor had ever met and a sunset that lasts hours just so you could watch it’s beauty. “It’s the perfect place for our date.” The grin he wears, along with the way he’s still holding you so close to him, is just one reason why you would go anywhere with him for your date.

“I’m driving.” You say and peck his lips quickly before rushing out of the room. The Doctor watches you leave and a few seconds later, he’s rushing after you, wrapping his arms around your waist from the behind as you drive the TARDIS to the planet. You had to lug around the Time Lord on behind you any time you needed to move and press a button, but for a date with him, it was worth it.

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[makiema]

finally finished writing about how much stormbringer enhances the skk dynamic which was at a nascent stage in Fifteen and anticipates the developments which happen later and culminate in Dead Apple where the faith they have in each other is absolutely remarkable! the fact that i said i’d do this in a few hours yesterday but it took me like 24 hrs to finish i have an attention span of a whole 2 minutes 💀

my favorite thing about stormbringer is that it actually builds up on the concepts/themes introduced in Fifteen so it's a glimpse into what has changed in dazai and dazai & dhuuya after one year of being together. As much as it's about chuuya confronting his past and his identity this is also about dazai’s development from who he was in fifteen. chuuya and rimbaud both left their marks on dazai and in Stormbringer we see him, actually trying to emulate or follow in a sense a way of life, that chuuya and rimbaud represented. Stormbringer is not just about chuuya, abt his test of humanity, or he coming in terms with who or what he is. it's about dazai too. it's about dazai developing or at least attempting to develop what he calls “boyish”/ “ordinary” in Fifteen. its not about chuya having an identity crisis. in fact what we understand from Code 04's last section is that chuuya never considered it as his crisis and neither did dazai. so to dazai “saving chuuya is important, human or not doesn't matter” and when dazai gives chuuya time to think abt what the operation will cost him chuuya doesnt so much as flinch form his purpose. This goes on to show unlike verlaine he doesnt care about memory and certainly doesnt consider it as the only determinant of someone being human. He cares more abt yokohama and his friends and in that, in caring abt his “family”, he is just as human as the next person. whether he’s factually human or not comes secondary to his desire to save people. This is a message that the quality of being human has more to do with embodying human qualities or humanity than having memories and lineage. so yeah stormbringer is essentially about embracing humanity but this happens on 2 levels: both chuuya and dazai embrace humanity. Going back to the boyish or ordinary bit, im talking abt this segment:

here dazai is shocked because he assumed everyone “gangsta” and everyone crazy powerful delighted in homicide, in deliberately indulging in the macabre. but he is proved wrong. He logically concluded that anyone with power more than average and belonging to the underground would kill people and delight in that because it’s a given they lack any kind of moral understanding. To that end, they’d be exalted at the prospect of relentlessly shooting a dead body, mutilating it and dishonoring it. The mafia code (any general mafia code) works in a way where honor and death goes hand in hand. So only the lowest of the low would do that to a dying person, who even when faced with certain death is loyal to his own organisation. This really shows that even within the mafia dazai is the only person whos like the devil incarnate. So yeah dazai at this sate far lower than even a mafia member. But chuuya who actually embodiess the mafia code and is incredibly loyal to his organisation and “family” [ putting family in quotes bc he himself calls his friends family 🥺] ofc kicks the gun away. From dazai’s pov chuuya being as insanely powerful as he is should also do the same. But chuuya comes along and suggests that even enemies should be shown respect where it’s due. And that is what an ordinary person, oblivious to mafia life (mafia life as in waht dazai makes of it) thinks. So in undermining the binary between “ordinary” and “mafia” chuuya proves that being mafia doesnt necessarily mean selling your soul to the devil and giving up the last smidge of humanity. In fact by embodying qualities like compassion and kindness and mutual respect, you can make the mafia a better place for yourself and for the other members. Now in Stormbringer, we see how this affected dazai. here dazai is introduced as someone mercilessly killing to set up the channel. 

Now to expand the channel one would need to keep doing it right? To mercilessly kill ppl and stuff but instead what he does is hand the channel over to chuuya bc he knows chuuya wouldnt handle it like him. im not suggesting that dazai miraculously becomes v good or anything with dazai the key words is “try” or “to some extent” like in Fifteen when Chuuya asks “do u wanna live” he’s like “ not to that extent”. similarly its not to say he doesnt kill people anymore. it is that he tries to lessen the number of casualties by handing over one of the most troublesome channels to chuuya who would manage it in a much more humane way. That dazai draws from his friends/at least tries to is smth we’ll see again later on when he deals with akutagawa. He talks about odasaku and ofc its baffling to him that a mafia member as powerful as him would be taking acre of orphans. and dazai says but he cant afford to be that kind and proceeds to shoot akutagswa but again does so in a calculated way such that he doesnt end up killing him ( im NOT justifying dazai’s abuse not at all im just saying that its hard to believe he coincidentally knew the exact no of bullets that aku could block. and had odasaku’s words and his way of life not been in the back of his mind he could’ve ended up killing aku) coming back to chuuya and dazai we also see him avoiding further conversation on the jewelry channel thing as he says “leave that for now”. He does a similar thing again when mori brings up the concept of double suiciding with chuuya.

 Its a HUGE thing for him to digest that him suiciding would inevitably spell the doom for chuuya. this puts an unimaginable responsibility on him. And he avoids further discussion on this. Now we know dazai is the rambly type. Even in the most dire moments he goe son with his LOONG monologues so really he is the last person who’d avoid a conversation but he deliberately does it in these 2 instances because its hard for him to grasp these things. That he can go against his nature and do a conscientious thing by handing over one of the most grisly channels to chuuya (i dont think dazai’s nature is evil. Or even if it is, its a a social construct keeping in mind the war ravaged times or its mori’s construct because he does exploit dazai to the hilt. but dazai ofc thinks of himself as non-human, devious. perfectly devilish...etc.) And also the fact that someone as suicidal as him is actually responsible for the life of someone else is really too much to take in. a whole 10 seconds pause indicates just how much he was thrown off when mori opened his eyes to the reality of things: if he dies, chuuya inexorably dies as a consequence. also i dont think the “wow” here or the next bit :

is something jokey. if it was like haha double suicide with chuuya is the worst haha wanna do it w pretty lady kind of a deal. that pause would have been unnecessary. dazai’s immediate reaction would’ve been whining and shit. the use of “froze” too implies the gravity of the situation. so ofc what is “wow” is how much meaning his life has for someone else. and for some so much....better than him. and what is unacceptable is this sad, sad truth that his life (to which he ascribes no value) would be so inextricably linked with someone else’s and hold so much meaning to them. it is like when a suicidal person at the brink of suicide understanding his life is not his own. his life and death holds consequences for ppl surrounding him. so both of these are huge things to grasp and at both these times dazai is visibly shaken up so much so that he doesnt want to do his favorite thing- ramble in a condescending tone. smth he does in so many instances. this really is a testimony to the fact that things are changing in him. the redemption process has begun. he’s no longer the kind of maniac he was before he encountered chuuya. when zuko underwent his transition in atla he was so shaken up after one (1) right decision he had a fever. i think this is true for anyone who’s trying to change. change is after all a huge thing for everyone. ofc he’ll be unsettled. so anyways this is proof that he has indeed come a long way from being someone who revelled at the prospect of meaningless bloodshed.

now coming to the concept of love he assumes he’d get sick of love and die:

and that death is the singular goal worth chasing after because it makes you feel more alive/get a fuller picture of what living entails. but here he is erring by supposing love is something that’ll bore him/have no meaning. and it cant provide him that “something” he’s looking for. at this point he hasn’t loved so he doesnt know whether he’ll be sick of it or if it'll have no impact. And yet he’s morose and regretful. this is a kind of self-imposed constraint hes putting on himself. he cancels out the v idea of love because hes convinced it isnt worth it. he hasnt even been in love okay scratch being in love that sounds romantic and i really dont mean love in a romantic sense here...its just love. in general. any form is cool. anyway so dazai is not familiar with any kind of love. He is entirely alien to the concept. he doesnt even know what a friend/partner is so he doesnt know what love is. this is cleared out here when rimbaud confesses he did everything for paul and dazai is unconvinced:

chuuya ofc admonishes him and shuts him up for good, he says dazai has no right lookind down upon smth he doesnt understand. he doesnt understand friendship, love. or loyalty. or how important those feelings are at this point. now this situation is turned on its head in stormbringer. but before we go into that let’s look at the message rimbaud had for both of them. ik he specifically asks for chuuya to “live” but there’s purpose behind including both of them in the frame. it’s a message they should both take to heart. and at the end of it its implied both are changed after hearing it:

and in this message the first bit is for chuuya. what he says is basically memory doesn’t make u human... ”you are you” just a frame or not doesnt matter. and even if hes just a frame, he is still beautiful. beauty actually is a v important concept in literature starting right from Plato to Shakespeare. i’d not bring this here but because bsd is so deeply rooted in literature i feel like the reference to beauty, and later on to soul and even warmth and also the universal tone of this message carries some meaning. so the thing is  both Plato and Shakespeare were endorsed the idea of love as a force awakened in the world by beauty which then leads the soul to perfection. so humans and by extension, all life are beautiful frames that can inspire love. this concept is also there in Romantic poetry like Keats and Wordsworth all of them talked about loving beauty in nature and how that can elevate the body mind and soul. so essentially in telling this to chuuya what ehe basically means is that chuuya just by being him, by being a beautiful framework can inspire love and warmth in others and thats a great purpose! how much chuuya understands of this purpose with his one (1) braincell and his low self esteem is questionable but he gets some sense of belonging. now this is a two way relationship so ofc dazai has to be factored in. he comes in the next part: 

these are from 2 different translation so the disparity im sorry ;-; but anyway,  this last part abt the world being a cold place. then paul. then “warmth” is a message to dazai who’s been introduced to us as cold-hearted and having like no bearings of a human being. this is the reason why its important for both o f them to be there. now going back to chuuya being a beautiful framework, the framework can be beautiful in so far as its beauty is appreciate by someone and inspires warmth and love in someone. this again is the whole beauty/beholder nature/the romantic concept that is there in shakespeare and in Romantic poetry where both are a part of a codependent relationship. so what rimbaud implies here is that dazai can have that kind of a relationship with another person (chuuya) just like rimbaud had with paul which makes him warm and the world doesnt feel cold anymore. rimbaud has no regrets about what he did because. so the idea is that dazai and chuuya can share the same dynamic. also after this, the narrative says that their hearts are now changed and wont return to what they were before....and even their souls are refined in a way. but in Fifteen we dont have a concrete proof of how this happened bc the novel ends at this point. Instead, Stormbringer shows exactly how deep the impact of those words is: 

this is the third instance of dazai showing hesitation and once again this has to do with chuuya. the seed of the dynamic that rimbaud was talking about  is already germinating in him. his reactions, his fidgeting, his hesitancy, in response to chuuya’s situation is such a big contrast to his cocksure self when he’s conversing with adam and verlaine. after this of course we have: 

not only does he clearly express his concern but he gives chuuya 2 whole mins to make a decision and based on that he’s prepared to overturn the operation. the success rate of an alternative plan will ofc be lesser than the og one but that doesnt faze dazai. he’s ready to turn the tide for chuuya’s sake and if this is not development idk what is. just a year ago, he was someone to whom the concept of rimbaud going thru all that trouble for his friend was a lost concept. ironically enough, now he finds himself doing something that is along the same lines. he puts chuuya above his mission. to him, chuuya is more important than getting a satisfactory result. another bit that i wanna talk abt is that one controversial section where dazai says he’ll save chuuya, human or not, and then the justification is: 

i think a lot of people got mad bc of this and honestly at first glance i was peeved too. as a chuuya stan some of the shit dazai has done so far did rub me the wrong way. i love skk obv but still those were moments that kind of left a bad taste in the mouth. i’ll discuss them later on bc stormbringer helps allay that feeling. coming back to the “i wanna see chuuya suffer” part firstly context is important. ofc someone like dazai cant be expected to be upfront about his feelings with ppl (or AI) he barely knows. so what be relays to adam, is only partly true and its actually a kind of a twist in concept. the things is, and this is  smth dazai knows all too well is that ppl suffer simply on account of being human. human suffering is brought on because humans, by virtue of being humans, feel. so when he says he’s willing to acknowledge chuuya as human despite what N and Verlaine said he’s already admitting that chuuya suffers. so there is really nothing “new” to see for him. he knows chuuya suffers already and he does too because they’re both humans trying to make it thru their messed up lives. also chuuya “ceasing to be human” is a p huge concern for him bc he himself is like that. just like with the suicide thing, it bothers dazai when someone else shares his situation/his fate like as long as his life is his own, he has no problem ending it whenever but the situation is complicated when someone else’s life span is determined by that decision. and similarly, as long as he is “no longer human” its not that much of an issue because he’s like resigned to a doomed fate but someone like chuuya ceasing to be human or worse yet never getting to know if hes human or not are pressing matters. so anyways what he actually means here is that in saving chuuya, he saves someone who suffers just like he does and in their case, even the cause of suffering boils down to a shared psychological conflict: what essentially constitutes being human and if im human or not. now this sharing of pain and suffering is the foundation of forming a connection with someone, which makes life a little better. here again, what rimaud imparted to dazai and chuuya is driven home. also dazai’s key anxiety is not finding meaning/anything. this “anything” can be assumed to be something that justifies life. so all his anxiety and frustration stems from the fact that there really is no discernible meaning to be found in the mechanism of life. so it is an empty pursuit because it is true that nothing can explain why feelings of pain and suffering are exponentially heavier than feelings of happiness or why after getting to experience one (1) free day we’re back to square one where life is grueling. these are questions that really dont have an answer so every time dazai like gazes into the abyss and says he didnt  find anything, he is not so much asking if he’ll ever find anything as swallowing the hard truth that there is nothing to be found, no singular entity exists that can magically justify everything. again drawing upon literature or philosophy more specifically, there’s a concept called Absurdism which says the only philosophical truth so to say is this that life is absurd and looking for meaning is futile. instead what we can do is accept that it is absurd and deal with it in the best way possible, by finding little sources and moments of happiness, and strewing them together so we feel somewhat content. even if it is just for a fleeting second. and this happiness/contentment amidst a wretched life (altho temporal) can be found in friendship, in sharing, and even in having fun with people you’re comfortable with! this is actually why dazai wants to save chuuya and now it may seem like im interpreting his words through the shipping lens but thats not so and it can be corroborated by looking into dazai’s words to odasaku. after chuuya, dazai’s next attempt at friendship was odasaku who he found “interesting”. now when odasaku sort of like threw hands and chose death over having to live a life without the orphans, dazai tried to stop him not by saying stuff like life is good. and things will def change for the better. but instead he admits that living is hard and the sense of void is ubiquitous and yet he doesnt want him to  up and die because then he would be sad. because the little comfort that he got from odasaku and something he probably assumed odasaku also got from him would be gone. [how much odasaku considered dazai a source of comfort remains unclear. in fact the reason odasaku gave up and died was because he did not have this. this feeling of sharing in someone else’s suffering and seeking comfort in friends in the real world. instead he was too vested in his ideal world. his over reliance on an entirely idealistic concept is actually what pushed him over the edge. and this would have been the case for dazai too had he not encountered and sought comfort and companionship in chuuya and eventually in odasaku ] so this again goes on to show how rimbaud’s words changed dazai’s heart. and in a way dazai really has been doing this unconsciously form the v beginning like by teasing chuuya continually in Fifteen. you dont expect someone as cold as him to indulge in friendly bickering and taunting so often but he does. that there is significance and even happiness in that is something he learns over time, after rimbaud’s words to him. although these things seem futile on the surface they give a moment’s respite. so although chuuya spinning dazai on a rope in stormbringer might seem weird to everyone, they still serve a purpose:  

what shirase puts forward is particularly relevant here because neither dazai nor chuuya is fully aware of the extent of their feelings (or even what those feelings are like they dont know what label to put. so typical oblivious lovers) for each other or what they stand to gain just by driving each other nuts but there is something intangible but satisfying to be felt. a kind of contentment that helps him continue. one day at a time. there is no one great “thing” that can make him like wake up one day feeling like he doesnt want to die ever again. but again like i said before, the key word for dazai is “extent” so, these little things to some extent contribute to a sense of fulfilment which helps him keep death at bay. thats why he’s bent on saving chuuya bc he knows they can share in their suffering and make life better for each other. its not like he wants chuuya to suffer. chuuya will suffer nonetheless like every other human. but in suffering together there is something to be found so he doesnt want him to cease being human. 

this covers more or less the intertextuality between Stormbringer and Fifteen. i just wanna talk a bit more about a couple other moments in Stormbringer that i feel are p important because they put some things in the series in perspective and also made the dead apple moment 10x more emotional 🥺 one thing that really strikes me is the absolute fanon level of comfort that dazai and chuuya share in Strombringer. its like scenes form k-drama lol. 

so yeah this stuff. compare this with dazai’s reaction @atsushi when he drops im not saying that its not just a joke and that what im saying should be the right way to look at this contrast. its not like that at all. but what this does is give an estimate to the readers just how close and comfortable dazai feels when its chuuya. and this plus everything i rambling on abt for so long also gives us an estimate about the sincerity of dazais feelings. now 2 things always bothered me : the fact that dazai actually left chuuya and the fact that after the fight against lovecraft he actualy deserted him (this again can ofc be construed as just a humorous bit but still it did leave a bad taste in my mouth) dazai leaving the mafia is ofc something he had to do to fulfil oda’s dying wish but it still dint sit right with me that he would abandon chuuya. just like oda levaing is harder on dazai, dazai leaving is harder on chuuya. its always harder on the one left behind. so anyway, these sorts of things sometimes made me doubt dazai’s feelings but now that stormbringer clears it all up i do think there is a larger motif at work here. when mori offers dazai to come back to the mafia in s2 we see him saying that it was mori who kicked him out and that he did so because he was afraid dazai would usurp his position. so he set it up in a way that dazai would be forced to leave but on his own accord. now more than usurpation i believe what mori really did fear is that dazai had no allegiance to the mafia (which is actually true) bc he doesnt have that sense of loyalty and that to him his friends were more important than swearing allegiance to mori. (which again is true). so by getting oda killed, the message that mori seemed to be giving out was if dazai didnt leave he would do it again. and if we consider ango’s betrayal which had already transpired at that point, the one mori would next target to sort of get at dazai would inevitably be chuuya. this is only conjecture but still, i do believe this might as well be true because then it would explain why dazai didnt carry chuuya back to the base after their fight [something he was v comfortable doing in Stormbringer. in fact in the first case he carries chuuya back to the billiards bar and not to the mafia’s base so he could hear albatross’ last words 🥺] its because mori needs to know unlike dazai, chuuya is absolutely loyal to him which regrettably he is. it kinda becomes imperative therefore on part of dazai to make it seem that way to mori. that they really are at each others throats and that dazai is insignificant to chuuya. and that the mafia comes before dazai. (which is not true bc we see chuuya protecting his friend [shirase] while also staying loyal to the mafia in Stormbringer) 

mori also in his own way tries to provoke hostility b/w them like in Dead Dpple when he was all like yeah so dazai is the star and chuuya is merely bait. so it kinda makes sense if dazai left the mafia not only to like do good work but also to protect chuuya from mori. also the fact that chuuya did the same thing— left the Sheep and joined PM to protect Shirase from the mafia makes be believe that my speculation is plausible given all the parallels we find between dazai and chuuya. 

and the last bit is about the brilliant Dead Apple scene and how much added context it gets in light of Stormbringer. 

in this scene dazai first says: “you used Corruption believing in me?” and then the translation is “how beautiful” which is an okay translation but the exact thing dazai said was “nakasetekurerune” which literally is : youre gonna make me cry you know? now my knowledge of japanese is like duolingo level but i do know “nakasete” has to do with crying and “kureru” is used by the receiver to indicate he’s receiving a feeling/object from someone close. so basically chuuya trusting him is something so beautiful that it could almost move him to tears. now lets look at dazai’s intro in Stormbringer:

dazai, being dazai, ofc would be able to tell genuine trust from fealty out of fear so ofc the fact that chuuya has this kind of blind faith in him is overwhelming for him. also stormbringer really expands on the sight effects of Corruption in full detail. its so PAINFUL and to think that chuuya would jump into it right away for dazai’s sake.....no wonder he is so soft when deactivating him. and then he proceeds to flirt for a little bit with the Snow White and the kiss of life reference. but this flirting doesnt seem even a little out of place now. it doesn't feel like smth meaningless or smth that dazai is just saying as a joke. that there is absoluetly no subtext to making a statement like that. instead that kind of flirting feels like smth inspired from a deep, deep familiarity with someone who really shares his heart and soul. when he talks to chuuya abt the problem of not knowing whether he is human or not, it is a problem that is as central to him as it’s to chuuya. not feeling fully reconciled to a human identity is a problem thats fundamental to both of them. I don’t think familiarity gets any deeper than this where you share the exact same psychological problem. so its really wonderful how we can trace the skk development now: what starts out as a crush on part of dazai or not a crush exactly rather, a feeling of perplexed admiration because chuuya is breathtakingly beautiful inside out, eventually gain all these layers and develops into something meaningful where they have so much faith in each other and where they literally help each other live. knowing someone out there shares your exact issue so you’re really not alone in this is perhaps the greatest comfort in the world. also now its clear how both of them would have turned out had they not met each other and had they not taken in rimbaud’s advice. chuuya in his desire to learn about himself and frustration at not being able to do the same would have perhaps spiralled downward and ended up becoming like verlaine. he is his double here after all. and had dazai not seen chuuya up close being the wonderful person he is, he too would have probably ended up developing a god complex and becoming like fyodor. dazai is there to save chuuya literally from dying a monster and chuuya is there to remind him he too can try and mend his ways and embrace his human side. after all chuuya has so much trust him in! (despite him having questionable methods) for both of them, it starts out as an attempt to be more human, then establishing a fruitful partnership, and finally coming in terms with their feelings to some extent. for dazai, he’s comfortable enough to engage in occasional flirting at this point and for chuuya it’s playing along with dazai’s antics (well with the ones he get 💀 pretty boy has half a functional braincell) and openly showing his concern for him. so really by confirming their feelings what strombringer does is enhance the skk development in a way that Dead Apple doesnt seem like fan service anymore. the fact that dazai would casually flirt or be comfortable with chuuya landing on his crotch 💀 all that isnt as ridiculous as it first seemed because stormbringer lays the groundwork and anticipates all the intimate/flirty skk moments that have happened till now and ig will happen again soon. 

#bsd #stormbringer #soukoku #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #stormbringer spoilers #bsd meta #bsd analysis

[whyarewecalledtheshipname]

Ima preface with a disclaimer that im not saying all these ideas are 100% organically produced by my brain and ofc is influenced by other peoples ideas/theories.

A lot of unedited rambling, and a lot of questions, about Trailer Sora not being Kingdom Hearts Sora:

Man what if that really /is/ yozora and he looks vaguely like sora bc, sora's in his heart?

But then what would cause him to begin looking more like riku than sora? People pointed out the brown roots, the merged outfit—

Like three basic options are 1) yozora originally looks like kh sora and something begins to make yozora look more like riku, and the yozora was saw in the remind secret ep is in that "half and half" transitional phase

Or 2) yozora originally does look like riku? And him losing his sora features bit by bit is what makes him look so "half and half" in the secret episode

Or 3) yozora looks like a complete different person and who know why tf he looks like either sora or riku

The problem with option 2 is that yozora tells us his current appearance (in the secret ep) "isnt what [he] really look[s] like". But if he originally did look identical to riku, his secret episode appearance wouldn't be too far from that.

So that could mean either, he looks nothing at all like sora OR riku (fucking, noctis-esque maybe? Lmao?)

Or he does look nearly exactly like riku originally, but his altered features (the discolored eyes, the discolored hair, and even the discolored outfit) are different enough /to yozora/ to warrant him pointing out that he looks different from that form. As in, maybe he doesn't look /completely/ different, but to yozora, it's different /enough/. 🤷🏽‍♀️

The idea of "Sora" from the trailers not actually being kh sora has about equal merit in my mind as the idea that Trailer Sora looks different as a design choice to illustrate a mismatched/confused identity, broken heart, missing/wrong memories, or ofc being in a different world (perhaps one where a version of him also exists?), etc.

Another thing that would be weird about Trailer Sora being Yozora— (and im not even gonna get into the potential different versions there could be of these same characters, eg. the verum rex game version, the secret episode version, the version Nameless Star refers to and seems to know the appearance of) —is their meeting in the secret episode. If yozora originally looks like sora, why wouldnt he react to kh sora's appearance nearly perfectly matching his own (if he did look like /sora/ at some point)?

Instead they focus on names. "I've heard of you." "Why are you using sora's name?"

Is it because yozora's universe deals with the identity stealing gigas'? And so perhaps in yozora's experience, appearances mean nothing? And it's all about the "heart" that resides in the body?

And where did he "hear of sora"? From strelitzia, if she was the one who told him to save sora (after going through some trials which could be what we see in the trailer, the way sora faced a darkside as his tutorial boss)? Is kh sora really a game character in yozora's universe/world, or in a world yozora has visited? From MoM or some other black coat? Idek

I've rambled before about sora in yozora's heart (theory credit to steamwhistler), and maybe this could be it?? Kinda? But i dont think they'd make a whole ass gameplay trailer for a character who a) isnt sora or b) isnt someone we would play as long term but maybe Trailer Sora is pulling a roxas who tf knows

There's also the Keyblade. If Trailer Sora wasn't actually sora, he /could/ still use the keyblade right? Intuitively too, im assuming, bc the true wielder of that weapon is /in/ his heart. But why would he use it first? And without question? Assuming that whole fight from the trailer is in fact his first fight. Would this yozora not have his own weapon yet? Or does it just come so naturally (again, bc sora would be in his heart) that he doesn't think about it? Could that be connected to how yozora has both a blade and a gun, like kh3 sora? Would sora being in his heart be how yozora's weapons came to be? Is the new keyblade chain function something yozora does/did with his own/previous tools/weapons?? 🤷🏽‍♀️

Then there's the secret episode. The location. It's assumed to be the final world, or a version of it. But yozora can manipulate its appearance. He makes it look like sora's heart station, he makes it look like the city, then it becomes a day version of the final world.

Basically, where the fuck /are/ they? Could it really be the final world, if a "regular" person has such control over it? If it's not the true final world, what is it? Yozora's heart? Hence why he can summon sora's heart station (if it truly was his heart station and not an illusion)? Could he have influence over it if that final world was somehow connected to him?

But if it /is/ a heart, /anyone's/ heart, why does it get pixelated and such? It could be that yozora is some kind of data person, like data riku, who's "datascape" (ig the data person equivalent of a heart) has somewhat similar aesthetics, especially in ReCoded hd. Or could it be because regardless of if yozora is a "real person" or not, he (and sora) may have been in a data world during the secret episode, and therefore making even a real heart perhaps take on "data esque" qualities?

Basically, Trailer Sora is huge, has light, pale hair (tho it does look hella dark when he's running down the street), has riku's hairstyle (it even curls up in some parts), has some weird mix of his own, yozora's, rikus, and his toybox clothes, regular shoes, and it's SUSSY

#kh spoilers #kh4 spoilers #link #'sora's heartbreak' theory #credit to: steamwhistler #its an older theory but im suddenly remembering it bc i think its def still valid #lining up pieces #thats referring to #soras heart pieces #btw #yozora #sora #riku #trailer sora #not my president except its anime boy #i mean i really dont care we all know yozora at least LOOKS like some blend of sora and riku #and we know they're all interconnected somehow #just spamming bc its fun to wonder #kh4 speculation #wacky kh predictions #mostly just me asking questions and answering with my opinion lol #recoded is so relevant #recoded #my ramblings put to paper #midnight ramblings #not using a read more bc i didnt tag any ships or character in the first 5 or even 10 tags #so it shouldn't clog anything besides my own blog

[bellathechildbitch]

Midari Ikishima Hcs!

Ive noticed that there ain't that much writing for Midari :( so imma just do this and hopefully y'all like it so I can write more!)

🔫okayyy so we know this little ... Crazy baby is desperate

🔫Desperate for love and affection. But she shows it in... A very strange way. Yes she may be a masochist but this gurl is Desperate for affection

🔫She most likely first fell for u when you beat a guy at poker and she was spectating from a afar. But my dear friend your opponent was not very fond of your winning and lost his temper. Causing his arms to launch at you. Your arms fly up to your face for protection you hear a click. Looking up to see midari her gun pointed at your opponent smiling that psychotic expression leaking out of her.

"Now, now. You see here, she won fair and square so there is no need to get all angry and mean. Now if you would be such a gentleman and leave her alone. If you don't I might have to put a bullet through your brain* she giggled

The boy trembled "Y-you sick bitch you wouldn't dare!"

Midari cackles as she gets closer to the boy. Her revolver just barely touching him. "Don't test me. You have no idea what I'm capable of. You see, I loaded the gun with 5 bullets, that leaves you a 1 out of 6 chance of living. Now I'll give you to the count of three to get the hell out of my face."

"One"

The boy refused to move not believing she would actually kill him

"Two"

Midari's finger plays with the trigger of the gun

The boys eyes widen the realization hitting him that he was playing with death. Looking at you he apologetically bowed and scurried off.

Laughing she put her revolver away and turned to you "You alright?"

Looking up at the girl you nodded "T-thank you ... I owe you something.... Is there something you would like from me?."

She smiled "Don't worry about it now. I'll think about it " she winked at you as strides away

🔫well she did think about it. She invited you to play russian roulette. It... Was a big mess.

🔫 Oddly asked you out. She purposely bumped into you in the hallway and flat out asked you out and telling you that this date would get rid of your debt from her saving you the other way. You were shocked and yet confused but you accepted

🔫She took you out to these cute little shops in the down town area and let you pick out whatever you wanted. Even if you simply looking at a necklace she would secretly by it for you. Like seriously even though you've known each other for literally 2 days and Midari would do anything to see your smile :(

🔫after your little date she took you home and literally for the first time midari had a cute innocent smile on her face.

"Ya know.... I actually had a good time. Yea there was no ... Violence involved but just seeing you smile made me have a very... Strange feeling in my chest... Not to mention I've never felt this happy just by hanging out with someone.. . Y/n I had good time with you today and I know we only known each other for two days but I want this happy feeling to last forever ... so would you be my girl/boy friend?"

Smiling you kissed her cheek "midari I would love to"

A hint of blush spread across her face as she gave u a toothy smile

🔫You two exchanged numbers like cute little couples do and literally right when she got home you had like 50+ messages from her

🔫You guys tend to text alot. ... Like... A lOt

🔫She waits for you outside ur house in the mornings so you can walk with her. She always had her arm either wrapped around your should and or her hand intertwined with your hand..

🔫Her grasp is very firm and protective. She clings onto you as if you were going to leave any minute

🔫She is VERY clingy. Any chance she gets her hands are on you. And she won't let go. Even if ur late to class she doesn't care. She just wants you there in her arms

🔫She convinces you to join student council .

🔫IF ANYONE DARE TO EVEN TOUCH U SHE WILL KILL THEM

🔫LIKE NO CAP SHE WILL SHOOT THEM RIGHT THERE.

🔫She comes over a lot. Like... Literally everyday it's like she lives with you. (I MEAN SHE WOULDNT MIND MOVING iN WITH YOU)

🔫Y'all cuddle alot as well

🔫She begs you to play russian roulette with her... You most likely know.... Why 😬

🔫Overall she is very protective and clingy. But she just cares for you and is scared you will leave her :( just be with her. And accept her craziness 🙂❤️

#midari x reader #kakegurui midari #midari imagines #midari ikishima #kakegurui #kakegurui x reader

[kittydripuwu]

Hello, I'm the anon that requested the Dazai being kidnapped scenario and I didn't see it on your pinned post anymore. May I ask what happened to it / if I did anything wrong?

hi sorry omg, i posted it earlier but tumblr was acting up and i had to take it down and forgot to repost it! here u go :>

req - Can I request some angst to fluff where Dazai purposefully puts himself in a dangerous position and everyone thinks that he's dead so a usually stoic reader goes on a rampage in their grief on the organization that supposedly killed him during an agency raid but then finds out that he's alive? And reader hasn't confessed their feelings yet?

never again | dazai x reader

words - 1951

warnings - swearing, angst

genre - angst/fluff?

note - this is so poorly written im sorry my ideas were ALL over the place :’)

the long period of time in which the agency had upheld peace and quiet with all of the known criminal organizations in yokohama, had come to an end. the port mafia and the agency had started to notice odd and quite brutal murders around the city. at first, the agency thought it was the mafia going on a killing rampage, only to notice the method used to assasinate was quite different from the mafia's. whoever it was, they killed brutally, leaving an X cut into their victims throats. they were a bloodthirsty bunch and all they were here for was to kill and take over any other gifted organizations.

the agency had already dealt with a few attacks, but none with other ability users making it easy to fight them. everyone from this unknown organization seemed to dress in all black and wear sunglasses to cover their mysterious identities. when taken hostage, they wouldnt speak, no matter what was done to them, it was an impossible case.

you had been calm throughout everything the agency went through in the last few weeks, knowing that you and your fellow agency members knew how to fight well and deal with these kinds of situations. it was all peaceful and quiet that day when you were sitting in the office doing some work until, the agency building was yet again attacked. an ability user with an inferno ability, able to burn anything down to ash. they did not seem to seek destruction of the city but rather, the people in it. it was a difficult fight but you and your colleauges were able to get through it as always.

after this, the president of the armed detective agency declared it a case to find out more and stop this organization, but urged everyone to do it at a distance.

"whatever you do, do not go near anybody from this unknown group of people. they seem to seek bloodthirst, and will kill everyone in their path" he said during a meeting that occured that same day. you knew this wasn't going to be easy but you were going to try to do as much as you can to help.

it was getting pretty late and you had just finally finished some work, standing up and heading out the door to head home. you walked the streets cautiously, knowing that at this point in time, the city wasn't particularly safe. you ended up getting home with no troubles, and instanly falling asleep after a long and tiring day. meanwhile, there was still one person in the agency who was awake during the long hours of the night, and that was dazai osamu. despite what he was told by the president, he had his own plans for how he was going to find out information. he knew this could easily get him killed and he knew this was dangerous but it was the only way he could think of.

dazai's plan didn't seem all that bad to him, he was simply going to find one of them roaming the streets, disarm them and question them. he was aimlessly roaming the streets at night in search of one of the people dressed in black, with nothing on him but a loaded gun. he didn't really know why he chose such a dangerous plan, he knew there was a high chance that he could be killed but all of that didn't matter to him now. he, who had been concealing his emotions for too long, feeling empty and inhuman on this planet, felt somewhat at peace when coming this close to death. he kept trying to tell himself that if he died helping the agency, helping you, maybe everything would have been worth it after all, maybe the pain and suffering was worth something, maybe it would mean that he was finally a good person.

but no, none of these invasive thoughts were true, for when he ran into one of the unknown men dressed in black, he had broken a promise he made long ago to a dear friend.

he stood above the man who was on the ground now, disarmed. this man was unlike the others, he spoke. maybe it was dazai's forceful interrogation methods, or maybe it was just another man surrendering. he told dazai about the organization's intentions, where their base was and all about their powerful ability users. he told him that the only way to get rid of them, was to kill them all. they were a group of soulless men, wanting nothing more but to kill and take over yokohama.

"kill me" he pleaded after speaking to him about the organization.

"please kill me"

"why do you wish to die?" dazai asked him.

"there is no place for me in this world" he said simply.

this sparked something in dazai, he understood suffering very well and he could tell by this man's voice that he was in pain, and like dazai, he desired nothing more but to get a taste of sweet death.

"i'm sorry oda" he whispered to himself before shooting the man a few times.

after this, he continued to wander the empty streets, realising that the only way to fight them was going against agency rules. but he thought if he was able to do this on his own, maybe he could keep you and everyone at the agency, safe. he managed to reach the base of the place, and seeing no one around to gaurd it, he simply walked in. he managed to sneak through to what looked like a computer room. there were plenty of computers and different kinds of technology, but none of that mattered when he saw a usb on one of the desks in the room. he was quick to slip it into his pocket right before three men appeared in the doorway.

there was something different about these men, they didn't instantly shoot, but rather took him as a hostage. these men spoke aswell, they told him that they wouldn't kill him yet, but rather wanted to find out more about the other organizations in yokohama. they said they had questioned multiple people already, who gave them nothing of use and were brutally murdered. he was handcuffed and left to sit in this room until dawn.

you woke up feeling pretty sore and tired from all the events of the day before. after getting ready, you took your regular route to the agency with caution, ready to attack if need be. when you arrived at the office, you were informed that dazai never came back to the agency dorm that night, and that he had gone missing. normally, everyone including you would treat this as just dazai being dazai, but with the current state of the city, everyone began to panic. there was a meeting to discuss the next plan of action after multiple phone calls to him, resulting in no reply.

"dazai would never do this in such a situation"

"he wouldn't disrespect the presidents order's like this"

"not in a situation like this for sure"

"i agree, he may be reckless but not so much to go this far"

you sat through the meeting, mind filled with worry as you listened to what everyone was saying. you've always gotten along very well with dazai, and always found him to be a very interesting person. you hated to admit it but, you liked him, alot. you were too shy to confess to him for the longest time but you had promised yourself to finally do it after all of this was finally over.

"could he be dead?"

"ranpo help us out here"

"no can do, all i know is that he's most likely at thier base"

after being so caught up in your own thoughts, this managed to snap you back into reality. dazai osamu. dazai osamu was dead? no, you tried to tell yourself that you shouldn't even consider that but the thought kept coming back to haunt you.

"everyone search for him" said the president as he dismissed everyone.

you and your fellow agency memebers spent the day looking for dazai. you looked in all the spots you knew he could be, but he was nowhere to be found, and his phone going straight to voicemail when called.

if he didn't show up the next morning, everyone would presume him as dead. you couldn't sleep that night, your thoughts draining you with worry and sorrow.

the next morning, dazai was still gone. everyone was worried and discussing what to do, when you simply stormed out of the meeting room, running out of the building.

"i'll kill them all i swear i'll kill every last one of them" you muttered to yourself as you ran down the streets, looking out for anyone who was wearing black. your thoughts were now clouded with fear, worry and rage as you desperatley searched the streets for someone to give you information. no one seemed to reveal anything, no one spoke, not a single one of them. you had no choice but to hurt them and even kill a few in order to get something. one of them managed to croak out an adress as you repeatedly kicked them while holding a gun to their head. luckily, you hadn't encountered any ability users, only weak men who were too easy to disarm.

"what did you say?" you asked the man.

"o-our base" he replied, in between coughs.

within a minute, you were out of the alleyway, back on the street and heading to the given address. you swore to yourself that you would make sure anyone who hurt dazai would be dead.

lost in your thoughts, you weren't paying attention to where you were going when you bumped into someone. you looked up, only to see a familiar face.

"y/n?"

you began to cry. dazai was standing right infront of you, looking down at you in confusion.

"what the fuck is wrong with you" you said between sobs, throwing your arms around him.

"what??" he replied, hugging you back.

"everyone thought you were dead" you said as you cried into his shoulder.

"i was only gone for 2 days" he replied, rubbing your back gently to calm you down.

"where the fuck were you?" you asked after a few minutes of silence, pulling out of the hug.

"i got myself caught by the organization to find out information"

"why would you do that"

"because that was the only way" he replied, with no emotion in his voice.

"please don't ever do that to me again" you said as you looked down while you two began to walk back to the agency.

dazai knew how you felt about him, despite the fact that you haven't confessed. he felt the same way but he wasn't going to tell you that, he was going to wait for you to do it.

he stopped in his tracks suddeny and turned you around, pulling you into his arms, and hugging you tightly.

"never again" he said, as you gladly accepted the hug.

he wanted to make sure you knew that he cared about you. he wasn't very expressive of it, but he told himself he would do anything to protect you and the agency, no matter what it took.

you two then returned to the agency, where everyone began to yell at dazai but also praise him for the information he was able to get. they knew exactly how many of them there were, the abilities they had, and how to properly deal with them. thanks to him, the agency was once again able to save the city.

#bsd dazai #dazai x reader #osamu dazai #bungo stray dogs dazai

[0nerd-at-heart0]

How We Got Here

not my gif

A/N: still working on other stories, but had a dream about this so I had to write it.

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: fluff and angst

You had an itch, a problem per se. You needed everyone to like you.  So you tried really hard. To smile, be happy, be likable. 

You never faced a problem of someone not liking you, at least not until recently. Not until you met the one and only Steve Rogers. Or how you liked to call him Mr. Perfect. Perfect in the way he smiles. Perfect in the way he cares. Perfect in the way he is America's golden boy. You two could have been friends. Maybe if the situation was different. 

You joined the avengers not so long ago. With your training as an agent and your bad-ass powers of mind-control. You were the best candidate to join the elite superheroes.  Besides all that you had a talent. A talent with technology. 

Your obsession began when you accidentally broke your dad’s computer at the age of 12. You were so determined to put it back together before he could find out. In doing so you used some spare parts from your also broken Nintendo console and upgraded his computer.  You were considered a prodigy from that point.

A plan was set for you. You were going to become a computer engineer. With the support of your parents, you continue your studies all through college. And a month before graduation Hydra found you. 

They wanted you and they werent going to stop until they had you. Your parents so valiantly fought them. But at the end, they lost the battle and you, well you lost your parents. 

Hydra had a hold of you. They experiment on you like crazy. You were going to be their new super weapon. As much as they tried to turn you. You wouldnt let them, you would be their rag doll to use and abuse. You weren’t about to let your parents die in vain for you to become a monster. 

What felt like centuries of being locked up were actually a month. A month when Nick Fury came bursting in and saved you.  After a much needed shower and sleep, Fury and you had a chat. 

You didnt know how to repay him for what he had done for you, you should have chosen better words than that. Because sooner or later he was asking to train you, use your powers for good. How could you say no to the man who saved you?

Two years of training, Fury took you to meet the Avenger. You arent going to lie, you fangirled hard over them. They were all so welcoming. Even Steve. 

Fury made it your new assignment to learn from them, which meant you were going to  be staying in the compound.  

It was a lot to get used to. You mostly stayed by Wanda’s side. Occasionally you and Peter would train together. Tony was more of a mentor. And Nat loved playing around with your powers. But Steve and you had never had a chance to interact other than the welcoming party.

You really wanted to be friends with him. There was so much you wanted to say but always bite your tongue when he’s around. A friendship could blossom or better yet could have. 

The possibility of a relationship flew out the window when he overheard a conversation you had with Tony one early morning. You wanted to give the compound a technical upgrade. Including everyone suits and equipment. Tony was intrigued, not because he never thought of that because he has, but because of how bold you were. 

You had so much faith in your skills and Tony respected that. He agreed to let you mess around with some of the equipment for starters. You were smiling, you were excited like a child who had too much candy and was on a sugar high. But that sugar high came crashing down as soon as Steve made his appearance.

How could you forget the conversation. The way he yelled. 

“Excuse you! You can't just come in here and demand for change. Our dynamic works, it has worked for a while. I dont know who you think you are but you dont get to mess with our equipment and you certainly dont get to mess with MY team”

His voice rang throughout the whole compound and the image of his nostrils flaring as he yelled haunted you for weeks. 

It still haunts you. You hate being yelled at. Tony told you to ignore him,  that he is too “perfect” for his own good, but even all perfect people have their flaws and his way technology. Hence the name Mr. Perfect. 

Tony and the rest of the gang kept encouraging your journey well all except Steve. Your fighting got better and you were proud to say you were finally in control of your power. 

It was their pleasure to finally declare you one of them. As you all party Steve stood there scowling. Not even Bucky could wipe that scowl off his face as he had a mouth full of cherries. 

You weren’t going to let him get the better of you. If he wanted to be snarky you would be snarky. If he wanted to be cold you would be cold. 

That became your new routine. He pushed you, you pushed back harder. From bumps in the hallways to calling him Mr. Perfect every time you can. 

The team thought you guys would get over this, that over time you two would learn to get along.  But you were always at each other's throats. Missions become harder and harder when there’s a constant argument. 

You werent like this. You knew that but that man was just too infuriating to do nothing about it. 

Currently you were on a way back from a mission with Nat. You two were sent to stop a shipment of guns from being delivered. As smoothly as it was going, Steve was on the comms just nagging how it should have been him and Nat out there. You turned off your comms, knowing the earful you are going the get when you arrive back.

As you walked into the kitchen, there was Steve nursing a glass of what seemed to be bourbon and tapping his foot. You knew what was going to happen. 

Nat made a B-line for her room, not wanting to hear the argument that's about to go down.

You stood in the middle of the room thinking of all the comebacks you can. Ready to fire at any moment. Steve stood up from his seat and made his way towards you. His jaw was set and his fists were clenched. 

He stalked over you and you suddenly felt small.  His stare was burning through you, you have never seen him like this. You looked down at your feet but Steve stopped that movement and he grabbed your chin with his hand forcefully to make you look at him. 

With your chin in his hand he had a full view of your face. As he looked at you, his demeanor changed. The tension in his body was gone, the look on his face soften and the force in his hand was replaced with a gentle touch. 

“ Who?”, he asked.

You were confused, “ who what?”

“ The bruise under your eye, who did that”, he asked, a little more annoyed this time.

He noticed the bruise? It's so small it doesnt even hurt, you forgot it even happened.

“ Oh, that bruise. The mob boss Sergio showed up. It surprised us and in our state of surprise he sucker punched me in the face and got away. But dont worry we got control of the shipment, we will get him eventually”, you stammer out.

He lets go of your face and takes out his phone. He turns around,  “ Tony, yes it's me. Apparently Sergio, the mob boss got away. I need all focus on him, can you do that? Okay thanks!”

“ What was that”, you surprisingly ask. 

His focus goes back to you, “ No one hurts my team and gets away with it”

He turns around to walk away. But stops in his tracks when he hears you murmur, “ You hurt me everyday with your words''

He goes back towards you. “ My words are never meant to hurt you, Y/N,”

“ But they have, since the moment we met.  I let it happen but then I had enough and started to talk back. If one thing I learned from my parents is to always fight back”, you quietly stated. Looking down at your feet shifting weight from one foot to another.

All that energy to fight back was gone. You needed answers. 

He grabbed your face, cradling it between his two hands. This time there was no force but it was a touch so soft, so warming, so welcoming.

“ No words can describe how sorry I am. I let my emotion get the better of me.  You joined the team and you were everything I am not. The person I am is thanks to a serum. But you, you have it all. You have the strength, the smarts and the beauty”, he sincerely apologizes.

“ Beauty?” you question looking into his eyes. Using his eyes are filled with what looks like hate, but right now they are filled with something more, could it be love?

“ I dont deserve this but if you allow me”, he asks, leaning closer. 

You know what he is asking and you too want it.  The ball is in your court.  You move your body closer to him and he takes that as an indication to smash his lips onto yours.

The kiss starts off rough, like you are in need of each other. But it becomes softer and more passionate. An apology in itself. Both of you cant and wont pull away. You were deprived of each other for so long. 

Now you knew, Steve Rogers did like you. Maybe a little more than you would ever imagine.

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A True Love III

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Miguel was furious when you didnt come back with his man. He excused himself and marched down the hall straight into the ladies room without knocking.

"Where the hell is she"? Miguel balled up his fist. Nestor, his second in command came in behind him.

"Not sure. Found this in the grass behind the kitchen". Nestor handed Miguel your wedding ring that you threw in the grass.

"I want her found. Hunt that little bitch down. Kill who ever she's with. But bring her to me". Miguel growled, clenching the ring in his hand.

Thank goodness there wasn't any cameras in the back. They wouldn't have to work as hard as Miguel did.

He stayed up all hours drinking and pacing the house. Smelling your robe. He was losing it. Every time Nestor came back empty handed, Miguel would flip on anyone in the room. The house was destroyed. From his fits.

"How hard is it to find a girl? A beautiful goddess. She has to be here. Find her". Miguel ordered, his moods changed in a heart beat.

"Mikey, what if she didnt run away"? Nestor suggested.

"What do you mean"? Miguel thought about it. Nestor was hinting at maybe you were taken.

"What if she was kidnapped and she tossed her wedding ring as a sign".

"Who would do that? Everyone knows who I am and what I'm capable of. They wouldnt touch her".

"We have lots of enemies. Anyone could have".

"But why would she just tell my man to go away"?

"They could have held a gun to her head or threatened to kill you. Y/N, loves you". Nestor spoke softly to his friend. But boy was he dead wrong about everything.

Meanwhile Angel pulled up to the clubhouse. You jumped off and ran inside. Your hand clamped over your mouth as you saw your mother, little sister and grandfather sitting with the members of the club.

"Mamá! Abuelito!". You cried out, getting their attention. You havent seen them in years. After getting married to Miguel he wouldn't let you see them. All these emotions where hitting full force.

Your mother cried as she hugged you. Her oldest daughter finally coming home. Your grandfather kissed the top of your head. And your little sister gave you a thumbs up and a smile, she was talking to Ez.

"Donde esta papi"? You asked looking around for your father. Your mother looked down at her feet. Your grandfather spat.

"He didnt come, Mi Amor. He felt ashamed. He thought he was doing you good. But now he sees he only brought heartache to this family".

"He stayed? What if Miguel goes there to see if I'm there or if they're there? He'll kill him, if he lies". You panicked turning to Angel.

"We tried to get him to come. He wouldnt. I'm sorry". Angel grabbed your hand.

"Oh God. This is my fault. I need to go back". You went to push past Angel but he grabbed you by your waist.

"Let me go, Angel. I'm not letting my father die because of me". You yelled, wiggling around to get out of his grip.

"I'm not letting you go back. Your father made his choice. You cant do anything about it".

You sobbed into Angel's arms as he held you. "I love him. I can't let him die".

"I'll send a few guys to go see if he'll change his mind but you have got to calm down". Angel suggested.

"Okay. I'm calm. Thank you". You wiped away your tears and walked with your mother to the couch. There was a lot of catching up to do. First thing she wanted to know was who was Angel to you? Oh you hated to tell her. But she'll live.

However Miguel felt like his heart was breaking in pieces. You were gone less than five hours and he has basically everyone there except for the news crew.

"What has happened to my wife"? He sobbed, putting on a show for the police. Miguel wanted to keep the disappearance on the low but some of the partygoers heard and called the police. So he had to put on a show while Nestor did the dirty work of finding you.

"Psst". Nestor motioned to get Miguel's attention after he talked to the police.

"What did you find"?

"There was a witness".

"Well what did they see"? Miguel was getting excited.

"A motorcycle. They didnt see the guy or Y/N. Just a motorcycle".

"That could be anyone. He could have been coming to work for all we know". Miguel scoffed.

"Who knows about motorcycles more than us"?

"Scum bag Mayans. Get them on the phone. They own me a favor. Time to collect". Miguel smirked. If he couldnt find you, a bunch of lowlifes can.

"So he's your boyfriend"? The look on your mothers face said confused. You told her everything about Angel and how he rescued you. Just left out all the sex parts and sneaking around.

"Yeah. I love him".

"Loves a strong word, Lirio de tigre". You smiled at your nickname that shes called you since you were born.

"I mean it. It's not like with Miguel. I was forced to say it with him. Not with Angel, I feel it. Deep down inside with all my heart and soul".

She smiled. "I'm happy for you. I want you to be happy and find true love".

"Angels the one for me". You squeezed her hands as she held yours.

"Guys we have a problem". Bishop the presidente came in the room. He had his cellphone in hand and looked directly at Angel than to you.

"What is it"? You cautiously asked.

"Galindo. He wants his favor".

"And what's that"? Angel gulped, walking over to the couch and sitting on the arm of it. His hand on your back.

"He wants us to find his missing bride. The first place to look is at her family's home".

"Just say we went and she wasn't there".

"He wants us to bring her family back, dead. To make sure she cant go there, if she is running away. Oceteva is calling back with directions.  We got maybe ten minutes to figure something out".

Angel's, your moms and your heart sank. You never thought he would kill your family. You never thought of running away either.

"I'm going back. I have too. Just say you found me on the side of the road and I can come up with some story". You got off the couch and went up to Bishop.

"I didnt mean to bring this to your club. I'm sorry. I dont want anyone getting hurt or killed".

"Another thing. They think someone with a motorcycle kidnapped you or you took off with someone with a motorcycle. We're the only ones that ride except for the SONS but Galindo knows they havent been here".

"So he knows it's one of us. He's just trying to weed us out so he can come in and find her here. That's his plan. Have us looking all over and he comes here. Finds her, kills us all". Angel ran his hand through his hair with a huff.

"I'm going back. There will be no killing". You yelled, over everyone's thoughts.

"What if Angel takes Y/N and her family out of town and stays away"? Bishop suggested.

"You're kicking me out"? Angel jumped up.

"No. You could always start a new charter somewhere. Be presidente. Or you could have a life without the club. Your choice. Better make it quick cause times a ticking". Bishop pointed to his phone.

Angel thought about everything. Leaving his brothers and home forever. Never seeing them again. Cause he couldnt step back here with you because he knew Miguel would still be looking for you. Or he could stay and fight. Maybe lose a brother or two in the process. Maybe his own life. But it would be worth fighting for since he had you.

He could become a family man and settle down. Have a couple of kids and enjoy the normal life. But that really wasn't Angel. He was a fighter. Always has been.

He's made up his mind just in time.

"I'm staying. We'll fight". Angel grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You knew what everyone was sacrificing for your love.

"You sure? You can just leave".

"No. I'm no coward. Answer the phone". Angel gulped, squeezing your hand. His heartbeat was pounding, he thought you noticed when you looked up at him. A scared look on your face.

Bishop picked it up and answered. Nestor gave him directions and who to take out. Bishop ended the phone call.

"We have our orders. But we need a plan".

"They could stay with pop. Galindo doesnt go around there". Ez suggested.

"They could. But what about the bodies"?

"Bodies are easy to come by". Coco chuckled, lighting up a cigarette.

"We have a slight problem on the plan"? Bishop interrupted.

Everyone looked at Bishop, there happiness slowly disappearing.

"He wants the kid sister, alive. Proof of the bodies and he thinks that if he has her. Y/N would come back".

"No. That wont work". You shook your head.

"How long has it been since you've seen your family"?

"Since I've been married. But I dont know if Miguel has seen them or not. Why"?

"She grew up. Changed. We find a girl that is willing and we send her in instead".

"No. I couldn't do that to some poor girl".

"Y/N, this is all we have. We have to do this". Angel looked you in the eye.

"I didn't want anyone to die". Your eyes filled up with tears and your lip quivered.

"We'll find dead bodies. No ones going to die. I promise". Angel kissed your forehead.

"Okay. If you think this will work. Try it". You didn't seem so sure this was going to work. Miguel was a smart man. He would find out sooner or later the truth.

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They say

( Coco Cruz x Reader )

a/n : this is how i cope, don’t mind me, i’m just breaking my own heart.

trigger warnings : none i don’t think? except heart break, sadness. ends happy tho. i think. maybe.

word count : 2.4k

They say that, if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it was meant to be, if it doesn’t? well you just couldn’t accept that. You’d poured every ounce of yourself into him, you’d told him all your fears, all your pet peeves, all your insecurities, because you trusted him. You’d accepted all his weird quirks, all the strange habits he had that you looked past, youd accepted him for who he was, as you do when you love someone as much as you loved him. You supported him, mentally and physically, from up close and from far away. You encouraged him, reminded him of little things he easily forgot, you told him every day how proud you were of him, how loved and appreciated he was.

He used to do the same for you, used to. But at some point, he began holding back, he stopped doing things he started doing to win you over. You used to have a list of pet names hed call you when he babied you, now it was just ‘baby’ if he was in a good mood, or [Y/N]. You noticed it as soon as it started, you noticed everything. You knew he was stressed so you didn’t want to push it, but you also know that “stressed” was a norm for Coco, so you couldn’t wrap your head around it entirely. He started coming home later, crashing on the couch in hopes of “not disturbing your sleep.” it sounded like an excuse to you, and it hurt. it really fucking hurt you.

At some point, you’d had enough of your boyfriend distancing himself like that, ignoring your feelings, ditching you when you needed him, you couldn’t live that way, you wouldn’t. So, when he came home, you’d waited up for him, sitting at the small kitchen table you both used to enjoy your breakfast on every Sunday, now it stood empty, with nothing but a stack of newspapers from the passing weeks piled on it. With a bit of liquid courage crashing against the rocks of ice as you swirled the brown liquid around in the cup, your eyes felt red with fire, and your cheeks were stained with few dried tears that rolled down your face as your mind came up with the worst possible results you could imagine, all to which, came true. With a jingle of his keys in the lock, you straightened your posture, looking at him.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked her, that same vacant look on his face.

“I wanted to talk”

“it can wait till morning.”

“it really can’t.” with that, she was met with utter annoyance, and an obnoxious scoff that made her blood boil.

“go on then.”

“you’ve distanced yourself, so hard. I barely see you. We don’t sleep in the same bed, I can’t remember the last time you touched me, hell, even looked at me like you used to. What’d I do?” that was your go to, blaming yourself. It’s how you dealt with the unexplained.

“Get off my ass, [Y/N].” He dismissed you, you watched as he pulled off his kutte, and settled into the couch. You kept your eyes on him, murder on your mind. God he irritated you, you wanted to take his neck between your hands and wring it. Maybe that’d breathe some sense into him, if you deprived him of oxygen a little. But you didn’t need another felony charge, you inhaled deeply, balling your fists, the sting of your nails digging into the palm of your hand bringing you back from picturing all the ways you’d brutally murder him, out of love, of course.

If you loved someone... you’d refrain from strangling them, you turned from the spot you stood, and headed into the bedroom. You did the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you, but they worked only slightly. You grabbed a duffel bag, and started shoving clothing into it, as much as you could, you pushed all the belongings you’d need the next few days, and zipped it up. Pulling on a hoodie, you tossed the bag over your shoulder, and headed out. You walked passed him without a word, when you went to grab your car keys, you did the only petty thing you’d let yourself, trying to be the better person, you hid every single key to everything you had, knowing how easily he lost keys, you’d help him, in your own favour, however.

You left, and you didn’t look back. You couldn’t. The mere thought of Coco made you tear up, and it didn’t help that every tiny thing made you think about the lost love that still caused your chest to feel like it was about to concave. This wasn’t natural, you hadn’t felt like this, you were the queen of bottling up emotions, and ignoring them so you didn’t feel the pain of anything. But as you lived and breathed, everything reminded you of him.

You were in the middle of a girls lunch date, it’d been weeks since your seen your girlfriends since you’ve been trying to isolate yourself trying to get over this man, in the midst of drinking mimosas on the balcony of one of those entirely too fancy restaurants, you were laughing at highschool memories of your best friend who would start fights in the halls because she was bored, it was then, when a roar of motorcycles sped past where you were sitting, and it threw you into a whirl wind of emotions.

“make sure you hold on tight, mamas. Wouldnt want you to fall off.” the smirk heard in Coco’s voice sent a chill down your spine, being too intimidated by any sort of physical contact, usually, you usually ease yourself into it, but with Coco? It was brash and sudden, he started the bike, and gave you maybe a millisecond to grab a hold on him.

A little squeal forced its way out of your mouth as you quickly grabbed onto him, gripping onto your own hands, clinging to him. You buried your face in his shoulder. You felt him chuckle, and wanted to knock him out right then and there, but perhaps that wasn’t the best idea. It took you a moment, but once you opened your eyes, and watched as buildings, cars, people, hills and piles of dirt passed you by, trees whipping by. You felt yourself calm, you felt at peace. The wind flipped through your locks of hair, his scent filling your senses.

“This isn’t that bad.” you heard yourself admit in a soft mumble, you shut your eyes and felt the wind attack your face, balancing your inner battles with yourself. You felt peace in Coco, he tamed your chaos, and you his. God, what you’d give to feel like this all the time, but you only felt it with him.

You felt your throat burn, your bottom lip lodged itself between your teeth, and you did your best to fight the rage that tinged your eyes with tears. Your friends saw this, noticing immediately, the emotion that washed over your face, paling your features and dimming a smile that brought them laughter that lasted for days. You’d always been the group clown, with the loudest laugh, the brightest smiles, you were the one they’d all turn to when they couldn’t hold themselves up. You were a force to be reckoned with, you fought their battles when they couldn’t even hold themselves up. You never failed to show up with booze and ice cream to heal broken hearts. You brought things that made you think of friends, you remembered the finest details and came through every time. You listened to the quietest ones, heard every story, laughed at the lamest jokes. Seeing you with tears streaming involuntarily down your face as you tried to hide it, wiping them as fast as they came, it broke their collective hearts. They looked at one another, an unspoken question “how do you skip to the part of the storm that sprouts the flowers when the rain stops?”

Your relationship with sleep was toxic, it came and went as it pleased, your eyes were sunken, it was three A.M. and you felt your thoughts running through your mind a million miles a minute. Your head in your hands as another memory floated to the surface.

Panic overwhelmed you, hearing something, or someone, rustling around the kitchen, you grabbed the gun you kept tucked under your mattress. You cocked it, and took the safety off, holding it out in front of you in a defensive position. You opened your creaking door, the noise working at your nerves as you creeped into the kitchen where the only thing that illuminated the dark room was the bulb from the old white fridge. You watched silently as the head ducked from inside the fridge, you found it peculiar, but all you saw was a figure in your home you didn’t know. Getting closer, you held the barrel of the gun to the head of the man that stood in your kitchen.

“Hands up, Foo. Before I blow your brains all over my backsplash.” You threatened, your voice tense, and you were met with laughter that was all too familiar. Furrowing your brows, you were still panicked, not thinking straight. You shifted the gun so the bullet that was about to fly, only ripped through his hair. The shot rang loud, causing Coco, who you didn’t know was Coco, to crash to the ground.

“Crazy bitch!” he shouted, you flicked on the light, still having the gun pointed at him. Your eyes widened quickly, the man on your floor was Coco, and now there was a bullet lodged into your ceiling. You could kiss your security deposit goodbye, fuck, and you just shot at Coco. You put the safety back on, and set it on your counter before going to help him. A few minutes passed before both of you sat in fits of laughter, him mocking your voice, your words.

Coco told you so many times that the night you nearly shot him in the head, was the night he fell for you entirely. Sure, he’d known you were the one way before that. That night, though, he knew he was in love with you. That night he swore he’d break past your barriers, he’d demolish how you saw yourself, he taught you to love you, he made you promises to show you love like no other, and to show you that you didn’t have to be afraid of either physical and emotional aspects of love. He did do exactly that, but then ripped it away from her. Leaving her heart with him, and her chest feeling heavy with nothing. Once again tears were brought to your eyes, you were thankful for his love, but without it? you wished you’d never had experienced it in the first place. Maybe you wouldn’t be hurting now.

You were brought out of your train of thought by the knocking on your door, furrowing your brows, you got up from your spot on the counter, where you were thinking of better times, you looked through the peephole and it felt like someone took a vacuum to your weak lungs. Coco. Struggling to breathe proper, you just intended on ignoring him, it was the first time in months youd seen him and you didn’t know if you could handle it. Your heart screamed at you to let him in, he looked beat up, tired, and one of his eyes was bandaged up, he looked broken. you wanted to embrace him, forget the distance, but your mind scolded you, reminding you of the progress youd made, bouncing back from the pain oh so slowly. This could set it all back. So you decided, you wouldn’t open the door. He’s a big boy. You silently turn on your heel, away from the door.

“I’m sorry.” you heard him rasp, and you froze in your spot, a deer caught in headlights. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. “I know you’re there, I know you’re awake and I know you know it’s me. You have your kitchen light on, so I saw you stand on your toes to look through the peephole because you’re too short.” you cursed his observant ways, how well he knew you, like he had quirk notes tattooed on the back of his hand and read them like a bible. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice when you left, that I was too deep in my own world to see how me fading away for my own selfish needs was hurting you. I’m sorry I made it seem like I didn’t care, that it hurt you, I’m sorry that I made promises and broke them. I started thinking about things I never knew I wanted until you marched your stubborn self in my life and gave me a taste of a love that changed me. It scared the fuck out of me.”

That familiar burn of emotion lit up your head, and singed your chest. You let his words sink in, you couldn’t speak, not yet. Squeezing shut your eyes, you turned back to the door, setting your hand on the knob. You felt the door shift, like he’d gotten up from leaning his head against the poorly tinted wood. He got it, you could feel him prepare to walk away. If you love something, let it go. But Coco came back. He came back. You unlocked it, and turned the knob. Looking at him through sore eyes. “Running when you’re scared isn’t an option for me.” you said, defeat obvious in your voice. He stopped, turned to you and closed in quick. You pushed his hands away. “You can’t - You can’t just show me, tell me, and hold it to me that i shouldn’t shut you out, and i should trust you, and i should turn to you before anyone and anything else only to turn around and do that to me. You can’t do that and come running back.” you practically yelled at him, your voice shaking and raw.

“I know, I know I’m sorry.” he said, his hands dropping to his sides when you reached forward and yanked him in with all your might. The gesture was aggressive, sure. But pure.

“i’m sorry too.” you muttered, embracing him tightly.

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Band of Brothers-

Cute/charming things they say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you:

Babe: 

“oh SHIIIIIT! There’s my BABY! Do you see her, fellas? GodDAMN, I’m a lucky sonofabitch!” 

(you blush so hard and are just like Babe, we’re at work stahp it but he dgaf).

It’s embarrassing and always makes Martin glare so imploringly at you that you’ll go over to Babe just to make him be quiet. Because, you know, YOU’RE AT WORK. 

This bitch is shameless when it comes to loving on you, having once come to stand next to you when Sink was giving an important announcement and straight-up PINCHED. YOUR. ASS. 

how you didn’t yelp is a miracle, and how no one else seemed to notice was equally astounding 

(oh, the boys noticed. They kinda shipped it tho, so it was more a matter of hiding their joy). 

Needless to say, it only happened the once, something you made Babe swear after you pulled him aside and punched him in the arm. 

Don’t worry, you kissed it better.

Roe: 

bb boy doesn’t say anything at first, 

the smile he saves just for you is playing at his lips as you walk up to meet him, tho.

The moment you’re close enough that he can smell the  sweet mint of your gum, he’ll whisper something sweet like “hey you” or “mon amor”, or maybe just your name 

(bc let’s be honest, his accent is 10 out of 10 and he could read me the dictionary and I’d still rock an ugly giggle/snort combo). 

If it’s a more serious situation, like if you’re hurt oh lordy

he will literally shout your name until either you shout back or someone tells him where you are. 

I could see him being a face holder, in the sense that he does it to reassure himself that you’re okay and make sure he has your undivided attention. 

Since getting injured in Carentan, you hadn’t been as close to the frontlines as you had been, so when you were needed you are REALLY NEEDED, 

and even if he didn’t like it Gene knew you were the best at what you did. 

Gene also feels better if he knows where you are.

 Even when you eventually return to Easy, he will feel better knowing which Foxhole you’re in, and knowing he’s seen to it your first aid kit was fully stocked.

Liebgott: 

THAT FUCKER’S SMIRKING AT YOU SO OPENLY that whoever he had been talking to instantly goes 

*sigh* y/n’s just came in, didn’t she? 

And he won’t even ANSWER because he’s already shoving past them to walk up and eye you with obvious satisfaction. 

“Bout time you showed up,” he’d say casually, hands finding your hips giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Sooner we get briefed, sooner we can get outta here.” 

(You’re not fully sure what ‘getting outta here’ entails, but if the way he looked at you was any indication, you had a feeling it didn’t involve anything less than PG-13 sexy times.)

Bull: 

“Hey, little lady.”

He’ll say it no matter how tall or short you are, how wide or how narrow.

He will always say it to you that when you first see each other in the morning 

(sometimes, you wake up to Hey, little lady being kissed into the soft skin behind your ear.) 

(Once while on a 48 hour pass, he’d woken you up that way in a REAL bed and the two of you had nearly gotten him sent up Curahee for being late coming back because you’d ended up spending more time in that bed than either of you anticipated Whoops)

(Even if he had been late, he definitely wouldnt have minded, tbh. He fully considered going AWOL if it mean neither of you had to leave the bed)

but throughout the day he’s more concerned about getting his hands on some part of you whenever the two of you had been apart- 

even if it was for like five minutes. 

Nothing over the top- holding his arm up and out so you can step into his side, a press of his lips to your temple. 

Idk guys i just feel like he’d just love you so much that everyone would be able to see, which they do and they all think it’s fucking cute

Buck: 

He doesn’t always call out when he sees you, mostly because your eyes always seem to find his. 

The two of you could be across a field from one another with a thousand angry Germans between you, guns blazing, and the two of you would always spot each other like two honing beacons. 

If its downtime and you guys don’t have to be on your guard he’ll ABSOLUTELY wolf whistle in at you, 

You’ll see a stupid grin lighting up his face as he nods in your direction. 

“Take a look, boys. I think we’ve got ourselves a…” 

and he always waits until you’re close enough that he can wrap a quick arm around your waist and pat your hip. 

“Certified babe-asaurus!” 

(in a foxhole somewhere, a wild Babe’s head pokes up in confusion). 

You groan and boo him, and whoever he was with inevitably ends up booing him too.

But he doesn’t care because seeing you smile makes him so happy you guys.

Lipton: 

If you’re in public, he will quietly step up beside you and place his hand gently between your shoulder blades.

He’s not super into PDA, which you didn’t mind because what he didn’t show in physical touch he more than made up for in open admiration. 

He is in awe of you 

sometimes he worries you forget how highly he thinks of you, how highly everybody thinks of you 

(you don’t forget, but he’s just one of those people who will get intrusive thoughts like that and sometimes has a hard time shaking them so plz just let him say it ok?)

so he always whispers some praise with his greeting 

(Hey, beautiful...Doin’ okay, love?...What’re you thinking, brilliant girl?). 

It’d probably seem like overkill if anyone else did it but Carwood is just so goddamn sincere that you can’t help but duck a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

HOWEVER! 

If you two kids are alone….

OH BOI. 

He is handsy, coming up and caging you with his arms, 

probably pulling you close quickly so you lose your balance and he can hold you a lil bit.

(He likes to sweep you off your feet im so sorry)

 That’s when his praises are hushed and sighed between long slow kisses. 

Nixon: 

Like Liebgott, he’s a snarky motherfucker who will get the most self-satisfied grin on his face the moment he sees you, instantly turning on the famous Lewis Nixon charm ( something he’d long since decided belonged to you and you alone.)

“Uh oh,” he’d say, looking you up and down before raising an eyebrow.

(bc your hot but also he doesn’t want to get all flirty if you’re hurt or sick or something’s up bc ur not just something to flirt with- YOU ARE A BADASS WITH BADASS RESPONSIBILITIES AND THAT WAS SOMETHING HE very often and sometimes FOUND SO HOT THAT IT MADE HIM THINK HE MAY HAVE AN AUTHORITY FETISH this has been a PSA) 

“Here comes trouble.”

you roll your eyes, the behavior you once found cocky and arrogant having becoming endearing somewhere between Toccoa and England. 

He has absolutely no qualms about PDA (verbal or physical), so it’s up to you to reign him in 

(especially if he’s a lil tipsy, poor Luz didn’t need to hear Lewis’s sloppy and shameless plea for you to let him eat you out on top of piano he’d found in the attic of the billet he’d been assigned. You weren’t able to look at George for a week without wanting to die of embarrassment and Lewis Nixon didn’t get any for two weeks. He was sure to never make such a mistake ever again) 

And Dick had probably grown blind to how Lewis liked to pull you his lap and run his hands up and down your thighs while you played with his hair. 

Also, like Lipton, he probably saves the more explicit acts of PDA for when the company has scheduled downtime 

(but only bc you told him he needed to keep it in his pants any other time he tried to get cute with you)

but you can bet your ass his hand will always try to tap it (your ass, that is.)at least once

a day when he isn’t supposed to.

That’s when you get to punish him whoopsies

Dick: 

since the day you were introduced to Dick in Georgia, the boy always made sure to stand when you entered a room and will call you “ma’am”,

(you know, LIKE HE DOES ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO FOR SOBEL BC RANKS. I feel like he has a “we salute the woman, not the rank” speech queued up for anyone who tried to give him shit for it BUT THAT’s JUST ME)

but he has a knowing look in his eye that makes the term ‘ma’am’ feel anything but impersonal.

It confused the shit out of replacements, who would automatically stand because their superior officer (that would be Big Dick Winters) did- only to see you standing there in your fatigues with a coffee in each hand with a look of mutual confusion on your face. 

(bc while they like you, but they’re confused still bc while you’re a boss ass bitch,  you didn’t outrank him...or at least they theink you dont?) 

Babe had been the one to ask you about the longing looks and lingering glances, and when you didn’t know how to answer him you’d gone to Nixon, 

He’d burst into tearful laughter and was unable to get it together enough to explain anything.

Dick had been the one to bring it up the next time they were alone, weirdly enough, as she proofread his report for errors that didn’t exist. 

Because you warrant it, he’d said when pressed for a reason why he greeted her like a ranking officer, looking down at his boots as they both blushed like teenagers at a school dance. 

After that, he still stood wherever you walked in

but now he made a point to brush his fingers against yours at some point during the time you were together. 

He’s the definition of a slow burn friends-to-lovers story, and boi can get spicy LEMME TELL YOU.

(this is my first writing thing ever plz let a sister know if there are any glaring typos. Also i’m roughly 97 years late to fandom but I brought y’all some starbucks so plz let me in thank you)

#band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #babe heffron x reader #eugene roe x reader #joe liebgott x reader #bull randleman x reader #carwood lipton x reader #lewis nixon x reader #dick winters x reader #hbo war x reader #it's vv bad but I'll just add it to the pile of already burning garbage pile that is my bibliography #buck compton x reader

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!

-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...

-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way

-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)

-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....

-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)

-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:

which is hilarious.

-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports

-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.

-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.

-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)

-danny. with a SWORD.

-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?

-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)

-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder

-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.

-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???

-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.

-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3

-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)

-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here

-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.

-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)

-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...

-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.

-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.

-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.

-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.

-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.

-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun

-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)

-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect

-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls

-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*

-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(

-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes

-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD

-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.

-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳

-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.

-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)

this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes

(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)

ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts