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chuuyanakaahara · 8 months

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masterlist of my bsd fics; —

multi-chapter fics; —

delusion is weighing me down; — shin soukoku, 100,037 words, complete

A bad day at work, and Atsushi Nakajima is left with a dilemma: claw marks across his arm that won't heal, a haywire tiger, and a fallacy in No Longer Human that leaves Dazai unable to reverse his condition. As Dazai always causes, there's trouble on the horizon when Atsushi's told he'll be staying with Ryuunosuke Akutagawa until his symptoms wear off. How this leads to cooking for the mafia, finding kinship in a mafia Executive that hates his guts, and facing his past in one fell swoop, he doesn't know.

act of faith; — soukoku, 125,207 words, complete

Chuuya Nakahara wakes in the infirmary of the Armed Detective Agency with no memories of what landed him there, or why he isn't able to manipulate gravity at will. Dazai's at his side, tight-lipped about the ordeal and hiding behind his veneer of calm, and lets the doctor inform Chuuya that he'll be staying at the Armed Detective Agency until further notice, the deal already negotiated between their organizations. Living with Dazai keeps bringing up the past, though, and there's nothing worse than being forced back into old memories where none new can form.

stray god; — tachizaki, 73,729 words, complete

Junichirou Tanizaki exists in the background. And in the background, he meets Michizou Tachihara, the Black Lizard battalion leader with more secrets under his skin than lies on his tongue; someone to loathe, someone to spit at. Strenuous circumstances keep bringing them together, but the stakes keep getting higher. The Shibusawa Incident made them a pair, and the mission after leaves them, and Dazai, as the only people in the world who remember who Junichirou Tanizaki and Michizou Tachihara are.

retribution for the dead; — shin soukoku, 30,206 words, incomplete

Yokohama is known for its underground street-racing circuit, a way to make cash and watch as the sanest of minds lose their way through the twisting streets and sharp corners. If you can't race, you're dead. Atsushi Nakajima, a rookie on the scene with his strings being pulled by an old legend hiding behind a new name, plans on taking first place in terms of reputation, sparking a rivalry far beyond his control.

an order of worship; — tachigin, 24,010 words, complete

Michizou Tachihara has lived a life of tragedy, but there is one, single decision that he’ll take with him to his grave, as a cherished memory and a curse on his tombstone: meeting Gin Akutagawa. His work partner, the assassin of the Black Lizards, is one of the few people able to sneak up on him; one of the single human beings in the world that takes him by surprise every time they speak. Gin speaks few words. The first time they meet, Gin sends him a dismissive look, tries to slit his throat, and glares when he evades the attack. It’s the start of the best thing in his life.

frosted mirrors; — ranpo & mori & fukuzawa, 11,104 words, incomplete

Ranpo Edogawa is thirteen years old when his parents are slaughtered. He is thirteen years old when he doesn’t know what to do beyond run - there are atrocities and then there is this, and his parents didn’t do anything wrong, really, they were good people, and the social worker gives him a pitying smile and he runs. He isn’t stupid, he knows that. He’s painfully average but he isn’t stupid, and he knows that Japan is still in the midst of war, knows that no one is going to realize he’s missing, knows that he can run and there won’t be anyone to find him because his parents certainly can’t. He buys a train ticket to Yokohama and doesn’t look back, but it isn’t a bodyguard who finds him - it's an assassin Port Mafia sent, and an underground doctor returning from the undead battalion; Ougai Mori.

one-shots 10k-30k; —

apple of my eye; — suegiku, 21,031 words

Saigiku Jouno is given worth only by his eyes. Pretty, astounding things, made to be looked at and little else, a trophy son - and the trophy son is losing his sight. Or, how Saigiku Jouno joined the Hunting Dogs.

taste of fear; — junichirou & the port mafia, 17,286 words

Junichirou Tanizaki is a background character. This, he knows; this, he's okay with. Everything can be handled by someone more capable, someone who knows better. When an ability interferes with his life in the worst way possible, he finds himself on the run from the Agency and the Hunting Dogs, with the Port Mafia as his safe haven. However, his salvation comes with a price: work for them, stay safe. The price gets steeper as the stakes rise, and Junichirou might die trying. His morality has always been a fickle thing, but in his search to reverse the ability, the world - the world being one remarkably cocky Tachihara Michizou - learns what Junichirou Tanizaki is truly capable of.

one-shots 1k-9k; —

corruption bringer; — shirase & chuuya, 7,673 words

Chuuya Nakahara is a soldier. This is inevitable - wherever he is, he acts out a will that is not his own because loyalty defines him. The Sheep. The Flags. The Port Mafia as a whole. When he is eight years old, he is taken from a lab and he does not know that he is responsible for the destruction of a city. When he is twelve years old, he gets experimented on a second time to protect his family. When he is fifteen, he loses one family and gains another. At sixteen, he loses that one, too. His story is of loss and loyalty - of loss due to loyalty - and that trend threatens to continue in the worst way when he finds himself in London on a case. He goes to the one person who might be able to help him - the one person in the world who still calls him the King of the Sheep. Shirase isn't happy to see him. Chuuya just wants to avoid bleeding out.

guilt crowns (one by war & one by won); — tachigin, 3,672 words

When Michizou Tachihara gets home from a mission, finally, he's looking forward to catching at least a couple of hours of sleep. Instead, he finds himself on-call once again, and in a hotel in Tokyo, he finds himself sharing a room with one Gin Akutagawa. With the secrets they have between them bared in the open, silk nightgowns and guilt crowns, Michizou finds something close to serenity.

backstage altars; — tachigin, 4,609 words, contains sexual content

Between Michizou Tachihara's bad habit of trying to pass the time and finding a reason to justify what he does with his life - being a guitarist in a small band -, he accidentally finds his religion in the form of their bassist - Gin Akutagawa - when she rarely gives him the time of day beyond impulsive hook-ups. Unfortunately, change is on the horizon after their drummer Higuchi walks in on something she shouldn't, and Gin doesn't want to talk about it. As per usual.

fig tea accusations; — shin soukoku, 3,772 words

Look, Atsushi figures he should've known something was up when Gin tried to assassinate him while getting groceries; he doesn't know why he's getting the shovel talk from Kouyou Ozaki when he isn't even dating anyone. Let alone anyone in the mafia!

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starbound (we'll meet again); — kunichuu, 3,960 words

When Doppo Kunikida is seventeen, he goes out for a smoke on the pier and finds himself in the midst of a strange conversation with a Port Mafia-affiliated red-head with exhaustion as evident as beauty. Or, Doppo and Chuuya meet far before Doppo's employment at the Armed Detective Agency. Doppo's simply never put the pieces together of the two - the red-head with a flair for the dramatic and existentialism - being the same as the Executive of the Port Mafia.

familial ties (lost & found); — ranpo & fukuzawa, 3,396 words

Ranpo Edogawa is seventeen and alone on the anniversary of his parents' death. He does what any logical seventeen-year-old does when their grief threatens to drown them - steals Fukuzawa's sake since the man is out of town, and nearly drowns in his grief regardless. Fukuzawa takes everything Ranpo throws at him and comes back anyway.

the stages of a nightmare; — fukumori, 10,068 words

Fukuzawa Yukichi is no stranger to assassination attempts, or even assassination attempts made possible by strange abilities. That doesn't change the fact that it's inconvenient, often dangerously close to deadly, and often side-by-side with Mori Ougai. It's rather odd people always try to assassinate them both at the same time, but Fukuzawa deals with it as best he can when he falls asleep and wakes up in a world compromised of his worst fears brought to life.

all the while i've been locked inside that house; — tachizaki, 3,272 words, complete.

Michizou Tachihara finds himself scorned from the only two families he's ever had - which is how he finds himself staying at Junichirou Tanizaki's dorm room while he tries to put his life back together. Tanizaki seems to have faith in him. Michizou doesn't know why. They find their middle ground in the middle of the night when neither can sleep.

drink me down, save me later; — kousano, 5,736 words, contains vague sexual content

Kouyou realizes how much Akiko Yosano truly means to when Akiko brings up her stance on the matter during the only time Kouyou is vulnerable enough to talk about it - in bed.

symptoms of singularity; — soukoku, 6,922 words, complete.

Atsushi's day starts at five in the morning with an emergency call from Kunikida. The next three weeks proceed as follows: Nakahara Chuuya uses Corruption, Nakahara Chuuya dies, Dazai's status as a married man is known to everyone but Atsushi, and Yosano wants to know why she couldn't heal him fully.

ink traditions (similarity in memory); — shin soukoku, 3,823 words

The tradition Atsushi and Akutagawa have is one born at three in the morning in a hotel room in Sweden with a ballpoint pen and the exhaustion of a sleepless night. Atsushi has never claimed to be an artist, but he and Akutagawa - solace offers its wings when he can draw his pain away, when he can cover the living memories on Akutagawa's skin.

graveyard blues; — mori & dazai, 3,156 words

Mori Ougai plans meticulously for many things, but digging up an unmarked grave on a cemetery walk is not one of them.

stranger to stranger (i can find your way home); — chuuya & junichirou, 4,516 words

Nakahara Chuuya is surprised by little in his line of work, but his night is thrown off-kilter when he finds a twelve-year-old Tanizaki Junichirou wandering around Yokohama's docks at two in the morning. Like a good citizen, Chuuya returns him. He finds they have more in common than expected.

hey, i know it's late; — tachizaki, 2,293 words

Junichirou finds it hilarious that he's technically more of a delinquent than the mafioso he shares a bed with; naturally, this leads to piercing Tachihara's ears in the bathroom of his Agency-provided dorm with a safety pin.

from life to death, death to life; — mori & dazai, 3,350 words

Ougai Mori runs an underground clinic in Yokohama's slums. There's a particular boy that comes by, a stench of death following him whenever he visits. Ougai finds being a hero is not his specialty, but to save one kid, he has to save them all.

an easy kind of love; — chuuatsu, 7,499 words

Atsushi is rather confused when he finds himself in a mafioso's bed first thing in the morning, with no recollection of the night prior; and he's rather concerned when Kouyou Ozaki practically forces him into a fake relationship for the sake of... some reputation he doesn't care about. On the bright side, he gets to know more about Chuuya, and finds that falling in love was easier than he expected.

i find forgiveness in your devotion; — chuuatsu, 2,002 words

Love is foreign to Chuuya, and it's easier to lie to himself when he doesn't meet Atsushi's gaze, late at night with smoke between them.

homebound (my peace of mind is my piece of you); — tachigin, 5,608 words, complete.

Where there is never glamor in a life of betrayal and blood, Michizou has carved out a space for himself. Until Gin is severely injured after a mission, he doesn't realize she was always part of that space.

pigment of heartache; — fukumori, 2,156 words, complete.

As the Director of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa would like to consider himself strong-minded, if not stubborn and headstrong as he's prone to be when it's his subordinates in danger. Still, he's only a man, and after a drink too many he ends up on the phone with his ex-husband for, perhaps, the fifth time this month. It's getting old, yes, but he still has Mori's number and it's time that took them apart. Is it wrong to miss till death do us part?

#even the shortened version is a long post... jesus christ.#long post #bsd #bungou stray dogs #shin soukoku #sskk #skk #tachigin #tachizaki #tanitachi #suegiku #kousano #chuuatsu #kunichuu #not gonna tag more than that #i guess this counts as a rec list?#but hey if you have ever read any of these n liked 'em then u shld give this a rb :3

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crimeronan · 5 months

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you can also reblog this post if you want! i think most of my potential audience for this already follows me..... but if anyone wants to sing my praises in reblogs, i definitely won't say no, LOL

#work tag #all of the listings are phrased in a very business-y way bc that's usually the type of client looking for content writers #but you can absolutely ask for writing/editing of creative work.#long post #anyway. i know i'm posting this at ass o'clock so i'll probably rb it a few times tomorrow

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befuddled-calico-whump · 4 months

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How does the t$$ cast act when they're sick?

Joy: (the one who doesn't want to go lay down)

#requested by anon #I'll rb this with the rest as i finish them :)#I'll also add the tag list after all 5 are posted so people don't have to sit through repeats 😭#this is more comedy than actual whump lol #sickfick #fever #t$$ joy #total$hit$how #lady whump

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luvring · 1 year

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ANYTHING FOR YOU

akaashi x gn!reader | ~1.2k words of getting ready + brushing your teeth for @sunaslay 's heart at home collab ^___^

the second entry i accidentally deleted a while ago and couldn’t bring myself to rewrite bc :') ??? sobs. u would not believe the scream i scrumt that night. WAHH

the bathroom counter isn’t split in half between you and your boyfriend. your things get paired—keiji’s toothbrush sits next to yours in the cute matching holders he bought, your hair products are assorted next to his (he notices the new oil he got was missing from its spot, but says nothing), and the fluffy spa headbands hang next to each other on the wall.

you flip flop between believing it makes things faster or slower each morning, but while you sit on the counter, covering your mouth as you yawn, keiji says amused, “this makes it easier for me to take care of the both of us, huh?”

you shoot him a look. “it’s not my fault. no one should be up this early.”

“well, bokuto wanted everyone to have breakfast together so come on, i’ll help if you need me to,” he coaxes you softly, holding out your headband. you pout, movements groggy after you rub your eyes for the umpteenth time in the last 20 minutes.

you hop off the counter, and he turns the faucet on for you. it’s a quiet morning; the neighbour’s kids aren’t out in the backyard, nor is the neighbour across from you mowing their lawn. the only sounds are running water while you splash your face, and keiji humming the tune he’s complained has been stuck in his head for the past 2 days. a smile finds its way to you when he quietly sings the chorus. “thought you didn’t like that song?”

he pauses. “i mean it isn’t bad, it’s just annoying to think of the same 30 seconds over and over. i kind of accepted it’ll just be stuck in my head until the next one.”

there’s a tap on your arm while you wipe your eyes, and with them closed you reach for the towel keiji holds for you. “i can play you an equally annoyingly catchy one?”

“oh please don’t.”

“it’s the one stuck in my head. we could match.”

he scoffs and pinches your side, grinning when you try to elbow him back. “i’m fine suffering over here, thanks.”

there’s a lull when you put the towel away, the two of you looking at each other in the mirror. even after putting the water to cold, sleep still lingers and you almost yawn again. instead, you take the half a step between him and you, resting your head against his shoulder.

an arm easily wraps around your waist and a chaste kiss is pressed to your forehead. you can feel keiji's fingers rubbing circles against you as his lips linger on your skin. he teasingly murmurs, “you okay, or do you need me to brush your teeth for you?”

“mm, maybe i do.”

“yeah? okay.” your head falls slightly when he moves to pick up your toothbrush and toothpaste. “what? keiji, i was kidding.”

keiji ignores you, getting the brush ready before facing you. “say aahh,” he sing-songs, hovering the toothbrush near your face, not even trying to hide his smile. “keiji no—”

“no, keiji aahh.”

you can’t help laughing, and he takes the opportunity to sneak the toothbrush in. a choked sound of betrayal escapes you, but there’s nowhere to go with his hand where it is, the other positioned to catch anything that drips. so you stand there as he carefully brushes your teeth, your own hands awkwardly hovering as if you’d be able to help. keiji starts to hum his song again after praising you, “good job, baby.”

you know he really doesn’t mind even though it’s a silly thing to do, he probably finds it amusing, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he finished. so for a while you let him believe he’s going to, before you suddenly close your mouth and reach for his wrist. the action takes him by surprise, and just as quickly as you move, you get jabbed at the back of your mouth. “ah, ow.”

“shit, sorry, sorry.” keiji lets go of the brush for you to take, frowning even when you laugh. you wave him off but he's unconvinced, and you try to reassure him. the words come out oddly as you try to brush and not accidentally drool, “it’s okay. at least i didn’t choke or something. do you know how embarrassing it’d be if i died because you tried brushing my teeth?”

keiji huffs before shaking his head, the joke relaxing him a little. “you’re the one who moved. i was fully prepared to stand here for 2 minutes,”—he reaches for his own brush and the toothpaste—“also i think they’d find it silly and romantic.”

as soon as he’s moved back to standing up, you move to turn the faucet back on. “oh yeah? please tell that to my funeral audience.”

“‘kay, i’ll even photoshop your funeral photo so there’s a little toothbrush in the corner.” the image flashes in your head, and you manage to spit out your toothpaste before laughing, “i'd break up with you in the after life if i saw a toothbrush at my funeral.”

putting your toothbrush back in its spot, the counter calls for you again. you hop back on top and begin to swing your legs as you wait for keiji to finish. he shoots you a questioning look, but doesn't complain about your company. “so you really don’t want a little toothbrush friend?” he asks after a while.

you snort. “you’d put my murderer in my image?”

“the toothbrush is innocent, i think we’d be considered the murderers.”

“fuck,” you mutter, earning a huffed laugh in response. “homicide at 7 in the morning is a great way to go, i guess. still keep the toothbrush out, though.”

“okay,”—he spits out his toothpaste—”no funeral toothbrush photo.” and as soon as he's cleaned up, keiji leans against the wall, gesturing for you to join him. he asks softly, “ready to actually get ready now?”

for a second, the question confuses you; you forget you actually had plans today. keiji looks at you expectantly, a ghost of a smile on his lips. you see an opportunity and, jokingly, put on puppy dog eyes and pout, leaning against him again. “...help me get dressed?”

keiji takes the time to blink twice, processing your question. and then he laughs again, the sound filling the air and lightening your mood even more. maneuvering so he can intertwine his fingers with yours, he kisses your temple then turns to walk you back to the bedroom. “anything for you.”

#haikyuu x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #haikyuu #x reader #♥︎ heart at home ♥︎ collab #might rb w tag list later #slepy...slep...sleepy girl #honk shooo. mimimimi #brother if theres mistakes do not tell me #that is a secret for god #(will check later. dont look at me.)

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waffliesinyoface · 2 months

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Actually since the live action thing is out now and people are talking about this series again and i'm in the mood to talk about it again:

just like, in general, not in regards to any certain timeperiod within the series. there's no see results button because this poll is not for cowards. you must decide.

#ATLA #also if you RB please list your response and why in the tags. so i may judge what values you believe map to which nation

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missmagooglie · 2 months

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For Tease/Tidbit Tuesday, have some babysitter AU!

Featuring Eddie desperately trying to convince himself that his relationship with Ana is working, and Buck seeing an opening to take his shot.

Buck looks at him closely, studying his face, before he says, “You’re not into her, are you?” Eddie scoffs. “What are you talking about?” “This woman–” Buck says. “Ana,” Eddie corrects him. “This Ana woman,” Buck says. “You aren’t into it. You don’t like her.” “I–” Eddie splutters, “of course I like her! She’s a lovely woman. She’s beautiful, she’s educated, she’s–” “Perfectly nice, I’m sure,” Buck says. “But you don’t want to bang her, do you?” “Buck,” Eddie admonishes. “Come on, that isn’t a respectful way to talk about someone. And besides, serious, adult relationships need to be founded on more than instant attraction or–” “This isn’t about ogling some random woman off the street,” Buck says. “It’s about the woman you’ve been seeing for weeks. If you wanted to sleep with her, you’d be sleeping with her by now. Have you even kissed her yet?” “Yes!” Eddie says, frustrated with the turn this conversation has taken. Buck doesn’t need to know that tonight was the first time they kissed, or how weird he felt about it. “Not that it's any of your business.�� “Did it feel right? When you kissed her?” Buck asks. He’s standing closer now. When did he move closer? “I– I don’t know how to answer that, Buck. I haven’t kissed anyone since my wife died, of course it’s gonna feel a little bit different. Sometimes it just takes a little time to get used to a new person.” Buck shakes his head, “Nah, you know. When you kiss someone, you can tell if there’s a spark.” Eddie sighs. “A spark?” “You know, chemistry,” Buck says. “Attraction. If it isn’t there, it doesn’t matter how much time you give it. Things are never gonna click.” How has Eddie's life devolved to the point where he's being given unsolicited relationship advice from a high schooler? “Buck, I appreciate that you’re trying to look out for me,” Eddie says as patiently as he can, “but real relationships take time. It’s not all about instant gratification and, and sparks, whatever the hell those are supposed to feel like.” Buck looks at him carefully. His tongue darts out and wets his lower lip, and Eddie doesn’t have any clue how to read his expression until Buck blurts out, “Like this,” and kisses him.

As I said to @onyxmoonstone last night: Eddie is.... very stupid in this fic. Emotionally speaking. AKA pre-therapy canon Eddie.

#fic: babysitter au #evan buck buckely #how do i fanfiction?#eddie diaz #buddie #911 abc #i will rb with the tag list later #i am rushing rn

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syrips · 3 months

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oc/pc ask game!!

i love these and im like WAIT i can make my own!!

disclaimer, these may contain stuff weird, suggestive, and/or potentially dark so feel free to make your own version if u want but yea here u go

sections: Personal, Aesthetic, Music, Pleasure, Pain

Personal

🧼 Soap - Does OC have good hygiene? What is their routine or methods?

💰 Money Bag - Would OC donate the change in their purchase to a charity that a company claims is benefiting those in need?

💸 Money With Wings - Would OC commit tax evasion?

🐛 Bug - If OC was a worm, would anyone love them? How would others treat them?

🎮 Video Game - What would OC's gamertag/username be?

🔗 Link - What tags, blogs, pages, discord servers, and/or subreddits would OC follow on social media?

👀 Eyes - What would be in OC's search history?

✍🏽 Writing Hand - Your OC is given five seconds to edit/alter/adjust something about themselves (or their story). What do they try to change?

📈 Chart Increasing - What company/nobility/etc. would sponsor OC?

🎯 Direct Hit - Is OC "Wanted" in any village, kingdom, etc.? Dead or alive? What is the reward for them?

Aesthetic

🎨 Artist Palette - If OC was a color (or palette), what color would they be? Would others assign them the same color?

💻 Laptop Computer - What theme would OC's device, book, belongings, etc. be? What would their background, parchment, decorations be?

👔 Necktie - Does OC dress Modestly? Skimpy? Classy? etc. Do they have a dynamic, loud, quiet, etc. style?

👑 Crown - What textures are part of OC's clothes? Fluffy? Spiky? Leathery? Puffy? Feathery? What about shiny, silky, lacy, etc.?

👕 T-Shirt - Does OC prefer to wear vibrant colors or muted colors?

🐬 Dolphin - Would OC be a JJBA character?

💄 Lipstick - Does OC enjoy fashion? Would they enjoy styling others?

🎭 Performing Arts - If others wanted to join a cult devoted to OC, what choices would OC (or you) have in the style, theme, design?

🧣 Scarf - How often does OC change their style? Daily? Weekly? Seasonally? etc.

🧵 Thread - Does OC mend their clothes (or have them mended)? Does their clothes have tears, patches, alterations? How do their clothes get worn out or damaged overtime?

📖 Open Book - Share a moodboard you associate/made for OC!

🛒 Shopping Cart - OC suddenly has a lot of money. What is most likely the cause of this? What do they spend it on?

👒 Floppy Hat - Share a (sourced) picrew you made for OC!

Music

🎼 Musical Score - Share an OC playlist you associate/made for OC!

🎧 Headphone - Does OC have a large or small range of music they listen to?

🎤 Microphone - Share a (sourced) quote, lyric, poem, etc. of something that you associate to OC.

🎸 Guitar - Someone hands OC a guitar and tells them to play Wonderwall. What do they do?

🎶 Musical Notes - A Bard is inspired by OC and makes a song about them. What instruments, sounds, melodies, etc. may OC's theme song have? What would the mood of the piece be?

Pleasure

👂🏽 Ear - What sounds does OC enjoy? If OC likes ASMR, which types of ASMR?

🎲 Game Die - What would OC's favorite (pc/console/mobile/etc.) game be?

💠 Diamond With A Dot - What is something OC indulges in, publicly vs. privately?

✨ Sparkles - What is OC's comfort activity?

💋 Kiss Mark - Is OC promiscuous? Do they have a lot of lovers, partners, and/or friends with benefits?

😏 Smirking Face - How freaky is OC? What does OC do that they believe is freaky?

🥄 Spoon - What is OC's guilty pleasure food/treats?

🎓 Graduation Cap - OC is giving a motivational speech. What do they say? Who are they saying it to?

🧻 Roll Of Paper - OC is plotting an elaborate, mischievous prank. What is their plan and who is their target?

🥰 Smiling Face With Hearts - What do you love about OC? What events, art, work do you love to put OC in?

🤗 Hugging Face - How does OC make others happy? What do they wish they could do, or plan to do for others?

Pain

👩🏽‍⚖️ Woman Judge - Why don't some people like OC? What did they do?

🚩 Triangular Flag - Is OC uncomfortable with any topic, trigger, item, or event?

🧱 Brick - What is/would OC be traumatized by?

💢 Anger Symbol - What is OC's pet peeve?

💀 Skull - Is OC cursed? Haunted? Possessed? Fated to tragedy?

🩹 Adhesive Bandage - What is OC's worst type of pain to experience?

🔮 Crystal Ball - OC has witnessed a dark omen. What is the omen, superstition, or message that is witnessed?

🪓 Axe - What tragic/dark events, art, work, do you love (or love to hate) to put OC in?

😈 Smiling Face With Horns - How does OC make others sad/suffer? What do they wish they could do, or plan to do to others?

#oc ask game #no beta we die like adventurers in barovia #feel free to rb and ask in tags w/ ur ocs or how to find ur oc list and ill ask u these hehe #or feel free to ask me any of these about my own oc/pcs!!#id love to answer these about my pcs i have a long list on my pinned okay but listen jgfdhngf-#let me know if theres any errors so i can edit it ok ty

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sanitizarium · 5 months

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haiiii o/ i meant to do my meet the artist actual months ago when i hit 1.5k but i forgot <3 anyways. me :]

#meet the artist #mta #art #art.png #idk how else to tag this im throwing this out into the wild and then scurrying away because im afraid #oh this is also ripley orientation reveal i guess! i dont have that listed anywhere.. surprise! unless i do and i forgot #in which case this is actually just a buddy reveal. witness him #anyways: ok to rb :)#edit forgot to say thank u to everyone for being patient w me n my art :'] ive been very out of it for months in a lot of ways #and art blocks been one of them

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ivorypiano · 1 year

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new ask game, send me a character from a musical i like and i'll rate how well/how much i'd enjoy playing them 👍

#feel free to rb and also do this :]#listing some in the tags #rtc #ride the cyclone #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #the great comet of 1812 #ghost quartet #heathers the musical #sigh.#be more chill #into the woods #starkid #i like more but these are the ones off the top of my head so 👍#sav.txt #SHOOT HOW COULD IFORGET #legoland play

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ihavealavalamp · 1 month

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been listening to so many podcasts. god forgive me.

#been working on my sculptures for the final show.... pretty much every day LMAO #my 12 hours a day 7 days a week grind. amen.#anyways yeah ive been blasting through a fuckton of em. might rb and list em just so they dont show in tags but #so you guys know what ive been listening to.. and if you have any recs... bc who knows #car talk

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thatferrybroad · 10 months

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Of fucking course Miguel O'Hara is fandom catnip. He's a dorito waisted sad DILF with fangs and a thick ass, what else would you possibly expect?

#miguel ohara #atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #the self hatred #the guilt #the bitchy attitude #1-800-Come-On-Now #have we learned nothing from Joel Last-Of-Us?#Din Djarin?#Wolverine in the films?#BRUCE FUCKING WAYNE?#I'm sure there's plenty more #pls tag ur fave sad DILF in the rbs #HOW COULD I FORGET MY HUSBAND THRANDUIL #Geralt #the list goes on

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griancraft · 2 years

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I’m not 100% satisfied with it BUT headmate art look at her look at her she is the presttiest woman in the world

#ok to rb!#she’s TECHNICALLY cranbo o but. she’s very divorced from source at this point.#she takes dust baths like a chinchilla apparently #no tag list for this one sowwy #original content #system stuff

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hauntedpearl · 2 years

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but, dear, cling close to me

2k, Gen, Fluff

The first time they have a fight, it is over something silly. Dean storms out on him, his heavy footsteps echoing in the empty house. Castiel stares after him, his heart in his throat, and doesn't ask him to stop. To stay. He doesn't think Dean will come back, either.

It startles him, then, when he hears the roar of the Impala just as the sun sets the horizon on fire. The creak of the driver's door opening, the slam of it falling shut. Footsteps coming up the porch stairs. He hastens into the living room just in time to see Dean lock the door behind him. Castiel watches him, panting, as he toes his boots off, drops his keys in the yellow bowl with the crooked rim that Cas made them.

His face is hard, still. Jaw set, eyes flinty. He doesn't meet Castiel's gaze, makes for the kitchen on steady feet, shoulders curving away as he passes him.

But he's here. He's here.

"You came back," Cas says. His voice is filled with surprise.

Dean turns to him, then. Almost rears back. His eyes dim and his jaw slackens. He looks — hurt.

"And where else would I go, huh?"

Dean's arms lift in a mockery of a shrug. He would sound caustic, if not for the faint tremble in his voice that Castiel notes. He doesn't know what to do with it.

The Bunker, he wants to reply. Home. But that wouldn't be true. The Bunker isn't home for either of them. Hasn't been for a while, now. It is just windowless walls of metal and concrete, underground. It is what it was once meant to be and nothing more.

Shelter, not home.

No, for better or for worse, this is home now. This kitchen with the cracked windowpane that needs fixing, still. The living room, cluttered, with its faded couch and thrifted pillows, Cas' pottery and Dean's books. The garden out back, whose soil is staining Cas' fingertips.

"I don't know," Cas says, and he knows it's the wrong thing to say just as he does. He wants to take it back, but he can't.

He doesn't know how to talk to Dean. Not anymore.

Maybe he never did.

Dean heaves a breath, eyes trained on Castiel, and Cas thinks he feels so impossibly far away.

There is too much crowding the air between them. Too many things unsaid, too many wants unsatisfied. Too many prayers unanswered. Castiel wants to reach Dean through all this, split the fog with his hands. But he doesn't know how.

There is something unnamed brightening Dean's eyes as they flit over Cas' face, the breadth of his chest. His damp, bare feet.

Then, he huffs. Turns away. Says nothing.

The silence echoes. The world darkens. The sky turns the shade of a bruise.

Castiel heads upstairs to wash the scent of the earth off his fingertips.

That night, Cas lies in bed on his side, back to the door. He listens for a croak. A chirp. A buzz. Something.

But the night is too cold. Too quiet.

He counts his breaths as they pass his lips, watches the seconds hand of the old-fashioned clock on his bedside table as it moves.

He isn't as startled as he thought he would be when the door to his room opens. When Dean pads in, and the mattress dips as he settles at the foot of the bed. He can almost feel the scratch of Dean's fingernails on the sheets.

Dean says nothing, just sits there. Watches him sleep. Breathes in this space that he doesn't often breach. Castiel keeps his eyes closed and breathes with him.

It is easier, with Dean here.

His thoughts are syrupy with sleep, and not for the first time, he wonders if he should leave. Go back to the bunker until he finds a place he can carve for himself in this world. (It would be easier, this time, in some ways. Harder in others.) He wonders if Dean keeps him here, chains himself to Castiel, out of a misplaced sense of obligation. Of pity.

Castiel doesn't want Dean's pity.

He just wants Dean.

Even if it is as he is now — angry and cold and quiet.

But he doesn't know what Dean wants. Dean doesn't tell him. And selfishly, Castiel waits, not willing to push him farther away.

Castiel waits, the weight of hope heavy in his chest.

He wakes to the soft caress of sunlight.

He blinks his eyes open. The sky in his window is lightening, the purples and pinks dissolving into nothing.

It is early — for him, at any rate — but there is a smile fighting his yawn, curving his lips upwards. He pushes himself up on an elbow, rolls his neck.

Finds that he is surprisingly well-rested.

He turns over and sees the top of Dean's head peaking over his mattress, the tips of his hair turning rose-gold in the sunlight.

Cas leans towards him and sees that he's slumped on the floor, leaning against the bed. The morning light falls over his face in strips, paints half of it golden. His freckles stand out in the light, a galaxy of them scattered across his skin. His eyelashes feather over the curve of his cheek.

He is beautiful here, asleep and uncaring. So very beautiful.

And Castiel loves him. He loves him so much that he aches with it.

He swallows, throat dry. Ignores the rapid thudding of his heart. Stretches his fingers towards Dean, watching as they hover over the lines carved into his temples, the corners of his eyes.

He is so tempted to touch them, to learn their shape.

Instead, he sets his palm on the ball on Dean's shoulder. His curled pinkie sits under the edge of the collar of his t-shirt.

"Dean?" he says, softening his sandpaper voice. Shakes him a little.

Dean flinches, then groans at the twinge in his back, and Castiel winces in sympathy.

The bones in their bodies are tired. Cas has learned that much, if nothing else.

Dean blinks himself awake, rubs the grit out of his eyes with his fingers. Smacks his lips together. And all the while, Castiel leaves his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Morning, sunshine," Dean says, even now. Even when he's angry, and there are bags under his eyes, and tension in the skin of his temples. Even when he fidgets where he sits on the floor, not looking at Cas.

"Good morning, Dean," is his reply, like always. He squeezes Dean's shoulder before letting go. Sits up. Curls his fists in his lap. He feels soft, in the morning, like this. Soft, and small, and so very sad.

What are you doing here? he wants to ask. Why did you sleep on my floor?

Instead, he watches, quiet, as Dean stretches and groans. Then lifts himself onto the bed. Settles into the same dip in the mattress as the night before.

They sit across from each other, not quite looking at each other, and Cas feels his skin crawl. His eyes are starting to sting. He tilts his face up to the ceiling and blinks to keep them dry.

"Fuck," Dean swears, and Cas closes his eyes. "Fuck, this is stupid. I'm so fucking stupid."

Castiel's only warning is the rustle of the sheets before Dean's body slams into his, arms wrapping around his shoulders in a vice like grip. It is only instinct that keeps them upright, Cas' broad frame managing to brace them somehow. His arms wind themselves around Dean's waist.

"I'm sorry," Dean says into his shoulder, tightening his grip. Their hearts race against one another under their thin, cotton shirts. "I'm sorry I was being an ass. I'm sorry I left. And—"

Here, he gulps, and the air around them tenses like it's waiting for more. But then, Dean just sighs. Buries his face in Castiel's shoulder.

"Just — Okay. Yeah. I— Yeah."

He's nodding against Cas' shoulder. And somehow, that — that's enough. That Dean is holding him. That he says Okay like he's bracing himself and like he's said what he wants to, all at once.

Cas holds him back. Thinks he's starting to see past the fog, in the clear light of this morning. Thinks he's beginning to understand.

It settles something in his chest, this revelation. Loosens the pressure around it.

"I hate fighting with you," he mumbles as he closes his eyes and presses his face into the crook of Dean's neck. Breathes.

He is allowed this, for now.

"Me, too, Cas," Dean says, a palm coming up to cradle the back of Cas' head. "Me, too."

They eat their breakfast on the deck out back, sitting on the stairs next to each other, their knees knocking together, plates in their laps — French toast and scrambled eggs, Cas' share of it drenched in honey.

The morning feels quieter. Calmer. Nicer.

Or, maybe, it's just Castiel. He doesn't know. Doesn't think he particularly cares, either.

He is beginning to learn their language, his and Dean's, dissonances and all. And it's setting the hope in his chest alight. He is almost buoyant with it.

Then, Dean sets his half-finished breakfast aside. Dangles his elbows from his knees, presses the palms of his hands together, bows his head. Supplicant, almost. Like he's praying.

Cas watches him, his pulse jack-rabbitting. Sets his own plate aside and turns, when he notes the slight tension in Dean's shoulders. He wants to quell the rising tide in his chest but he can't. He can't.

"What is it?" he makes himself ask when Dean is silent for too long. He's surprised his voice is as steady as it is.

"I...," Dean swallows. He tilts his gaze up to Cas'. His eyes are summer-green and gold and Castiel can't look away.

"I won't leave you. Ever. I'm always going to come back, Cas," he says, and it is a promise. It is a promise and it sets the fire in Cas' chest roaring. "Even if I'm pissed off as hell, even if I say stupid shit that pisses you off enough to kick me out....I—I'll still come back here. As long as you'll let me, I'll stay. I'm not going anywhere."

Castiel swallows. Searches Dean's face for something. Something, something.

Something.

When he asks, "Why?" his voice buzzes, thick and sweet.

Dean looks at him with an exasperated fondness that is familiar. He shakes his head, gaze lifting to the sky a moment before it lands back on Cas. Almost as if to say, Why do you think?

But, Castiel waits him out. He wants Dean to tell him. He wants to know, wants to be sure.

The smile slips off Dean's face, but it is replaced by an expression that is softer. More tentative. Almost shy.

Castiel feels a little like he's flying, a little like he's falling.

"Because," Dean gulps, licks his lips. "Because this? Us," — a palm moving in between their bodies, folding the whole world into the space there—, "This is it. This is home."

Oh, Cas thinks. Oh, Oh, Oh.

Then — "Alright," a gasp, a blink. Fireworks in his chest, his throat. "You can stay."

"Yeah?" Dean says, and he's grinning, eyes bright and joyful, and Castiel wants to say, Idiot. Goddamn Idiot! "Good."

Emboldened, Castiel leans forward. Rests his forehead against Dean's collarbone. Dean stills, for a moment, but then he lets him. He lets him.

When Cas slides his palm into Dean's and slots their fingers together, Dean holds fast, curling his hand into Cas' touch.

Castiel brings his free hand up to Dean's neck, holds him close. Breathes him in.

"I love you," he says, because he can't hold it in. Because his chest feels so full. Because he wants to say it again. To let Dean know. "I always will."

Dean sighs, then. Shifts so he can hold Cas better. Closer.

There's a dry press of lips to the warm skin of Castiel's temple.

"I know, sweetheart," Dean says, and there, in those words, in the softness of them where they touch Cas' skin, is everything. "I know."

#destiel fic #fanfic #deancas ficlet #doe's writing #spn fic #okay see if this is stupid don't at me #i spent like too much time on this but atleast it was fun?#i'm sorry i write the same thing in fifty different ways i just think it's neat when they do love confessions for the first time #uhhhh oh yeah lmk if you want me to add you to the tag list. like in the rb/notes #OKAY BYE

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