this is truly a win for sigzai nation
drawing dazai happy is something that can be so personal ...
and drawing sigma in general makes me happy. you know how it is.
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if y'all don't get another christmas fic from me it's all @monsterrae1 and @hoodie-buck's fault!!!
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My wiiiiiiiife. Tell me more about these Bad Omens themed WIPs.
For me and @br0ck-eddie aka Sleepy Omens 🖤🖤🖤
SLEEPY OMENS!!! (it's actually a shame there isn't a single sleep token request on this list but maroon satiates that need i suppose)
alright. let's break these bad boys down below the cut.
THE DEATH OF PEACE AND MIND: "i miss the way you say my name - the way you bend, the way you break."
this one is actually a monster of a wip that started with one purpose and one purpose only (horny rockstar eddie!), and might end up a two-parter. think rockstar!eddie x best friend!reader. think mischievous scenarios involving bets regarding their sex lives. think tripping and "oh no oh shit!! suddenly we're having phone sex!! how'd that happen?". assumed unrequited love (because it's me and when have i ever written something without a little angst), and it's all fun and games until eddie gets home from tour, and you realize none of it was ever a joke to him.
SNIPPET:
“Everything’s fine, I just-” he stammers out, as if returning from his own thoughts finally, “I didn’t… I had no idea…” you couldn’t predict where he was going with his sentence even if you tried. He’s stuttering, obviously nervous, voice picking up in pitch before he finally clears his throat and asks, “How long has it been for you?”
You’re smarter than you act, but you refuse to believe he’s asking what you think he is.
“How long has it been since what?” you question, rolling onto your back, keeping that phone hot against your ear.
“Since you’ve gotten laid.”
Oh, Jesus Christ.
“Since I’ve gotten laid?” you choke out, sitting up abruptly as if being woken up by a nightmare. “I… What do you mean?”
Where are you going with this, Munson?
“I mean, how long since you’ve gotten fucked, Y/N?”
IDWT$: "you try to love again, 'cause what else could happen?"
this one is a fun one i've mainly been plotting out more so than properly writing. rockstar!eddie, of course (anything with eddie and bad omens is going to end up as rockstar!eddie, my bad). post upside down, eddie decides to throw himself into his music until he starts to see the benefits of all that he's reaping. he's miserable still, sure, but it has nothing to do with the music. continuous nightmares from all he endured back in hawkins, terrible coping mechanisms just to make it through his days, etc.
enter you. a fellow victim of the music industry, full of determined fire fueling your "all or nothing" mentality (if i wanna be great, i don't wanna be me :-) ). a perfect distraction.
perfect, of course, until you get too close and can't leave well enough alone. (can you see my pedro smile through the screen?)
no snippet for this one because i haven't written any bits that i wanna share yet, but it's gonna be a fun one like i said. maybe a little smutty. maybe a little horny. just as a treat.
i love you, my sleepy omens, and hope i can do you both proud with these monsters of wips <3 <3 <3
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Guys I’m not kidding I’m a whore
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