Hiii can I ask for bonten sanzu x reader with enemies//lovers trope something like chuuya and dazai...(if you ship them)
i haven’t really watched bsd but i’ll do my best to write a drabble! hope you enjoy it anon <3
(it ended more as friends -> enemies -> lovers tho… ) ( tw for drug mention ya )
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“sanzu haruchiyo… i was really hoping to see you behind bars, not leaving them,” you muttered as you signed off on the papers to check him out of the holding cell he had been occupying for the past two days.
“you were hoping to see me? i’m flattered, detective.” the pink-haired man gave a sly grin as he saw how tight your grip on your pen was.
“try flirting with me again and i’ll personally be warranting your arrest.” you sighed and slammed your pen down before turning both over to him so he could sign his name as well. “i don’t understand how you manage to evade proper persecution every damn time despite everyone knowing you’re bonten’s number two.”
this time, he had been arrested for the sale and possession of drugs in a club in kabukicho, but after a chemical analysis of the white powder in the sachets found in his pockets, they just turned out to be powdered sugar. or at least, that’s what the forensics team claimed with pale faces and shaky voices. and even if bonten was obviously known as a criminal syndicate, they also had too many fronts and made use of plenty legal loopholes that hid their practices so one could never catch them.
sanzu merely shrugged and uncapped the pen before signing his name. “and i can’t believe that you used to belong to the tokyo manji gang… yet here you are, some straight-laced detective trying to take down your old boss,” he said as he handed back the documents and pen before leaning in close, the back of his mullet falling over the more he leaned, almost brushing your face, “be glad that i still consider you an old friend, or i would have personally ended you for trying to get to mikey.”
you leaned back in your chair to try and get away from him but you were half-certain you only looked more vulnerable to him.
but how could you help it? his beautiful grey eyes seemed to be staring past your eyes and into your soul, making a threat to the deepest parts of your being.
you quickly stood up and turned away to file the documents.
“consider me a friend all you want, but i sure don’t think of you the same way.”
the only sound that replied to you was the humming of the air-con in the room along with the sound of your papers rustling. wait… did you just put your life in danger?
you quickly turned around to say, “we were friends in the past though. i mean… it’s just a little difficult for someone like me to call you a friend now!”
but then you saw sanzu’s shit eating grin. “really now?”
“ugh, whatever!” you had never met such a chatty criminal. it was especially strange considering the sanzu haruchiyo you knew was someone who rarely spoke up in the tokyo manji gang. you probably wouldn’t have even known his name if it weren’t for the fact you were assigned to his division.
but it wasn’t unwelcome. in fact, you quite enjoyed seeing him again and knowing that he hadn’t died in the process of whatever sketchy work he was doing. after all, you two were once considered ‘close’. though, you still wanted to be the one to capture him yourself.
“anyways, it’s time for me to get going.” sanzu grabbed his duffel bag that he arrived here with and headed towards the door. “see you next time, detective.”
“fuck you.”
“i’m free tomorrow night if you want.”
“just get out of here already! if the next time i see your face and it isn’t in prison, i’ll personally kick your ass!”
“looking forward to it~”
you couldn’t help the reddening of your ears.
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ccan you share any facts about the lights out au :3
i can try!
one thing i'm trying to incorporate that they get a Lot more puppety once the lights go out - their expressions can no longer change! Frank's frown is fixed! i've been holding off on this a bit since trying to imagine like... Barnaby getting mad but it's just this fuckin blank muppet face kills me but. hey what if they all had eyebrows that were built to move- also it's Important to the "Plot". and if i need expressions to show emotion, i'm failing as a writer
Wally gets a skin cardigan
as time goes on the Goop™️ kinda gets a mind of its own. it finds spare puppets - or puppet parts - to use as a shell. mix'n'match, horror style!
my original design for butterfly Howdy was made for this au. do with that what you will
over the years, Wally reads a lot of books - they teach him quite a few things that he would have never known about otherwise, even if he can't fully understand half of what he reads. how does one know what whisky is - beyond a drink - if they don't know about alcohol is?
Wally makes "friends" with some critters that start living in the studio. though he thinks there's one rat - he doesn't know to call it that - and like... one roach - he also doesn't know to call it that. so he thinks the same few strange creatures are around, when in reality it's a bunch. they keep getting consumed by the Goop
Poppy sets up the post office to be more liveable / pleasant. both for a sense of normalcy and it's just something to do! she makes it nice and homey <3 to the best of her ability <3 she can't really see what she's doing <3
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Let me be the one to ask. How did you come up with this Queerplatonic Frans concept? What drew you into making this?
Aww thank you for asking such a delicious question, pal! Hope you're ready to listen to my 1 am rambles XD
Alright so, to be completely honest...I actually don't truly know how Romance works to execute it myself 😬
Haha yup, sadly, the concept of Romance and Romantic Attraction didn't naturally come to me my whole life and I had a hard time understanding them. (Skill issue, amiright?) So I learned about them through fiction. And even then, my understanding of Romance was a little bit different from what it's usually is (spoiler: it wasn't actually Romance, the word I needed was "Queerplatonic").
I've drawn ship arts before I started drawing Frans and let me tell you, almost all of them were 2 characters just standing next to each other, no hugs, no kisses. Maybe they'll look at each other with fondness. And I was like "hell yeah, I've achieved Romance 😌" pfft.
My 2020 Frans works were where my ship art skills got improved. But you can still see that they aren't explicitly romantic (like, the first time I drew a Frans forehead kiss was for a request). Whatever, I was drawing stuffs about my fav lil guys and I was happy... and yet a tiny part of me wasn't feeling it, like it felt...odd to call them romantic. All these shippy art and I still felt uncomfortable to draw something extremely Romantic. (...this kinda sounds similar to a comphet kind of situation, you get what I'm saying?)
2 years later, I learned about the term "queerplatonic" and just like that, everything made sense =o Now THAT'S the kind of relationship I've been thinking about all these years and it felt magical. Suddenly, with this new knowledge, drawing shippy art felt more comfortable for me, cozy even. Cuz now, the "romance" I'm making is like something a little special for me.
And then I thought "what if I...👀" I grabbed Frisk and Sans like figurines and used them to make my own little ideas of a queerplatonic relationship as they were the perfect materials to work with for me.
I've actually been busying myself with thinking up ideas for them a year before I revealed it to my mutuals, even long before I revealed it publicly 😅
Still, my Roommate Banter AU Frans is still classic romantic. I've only been making funny lil contents of them but I swear! They're secretly crushing on each other, there's romance underneath! I just suck at Romance 😭
So yeah, TL:DR, I don't completely understand romance so I did what I felt comfortable and did actually get the most, approach a ship with a queerplatonic lens.
Tho I'm still learning about Romance cuz there're other ships I'd love to draw shippy art for XD
Anyways, yeah thank you to anyone who read all of this and thank you dear anon for indulging me with your ask <3 Have a lovely day/night ^^
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If there are things in the windows do you think that over time like every update we will start see them more clearly. I have the idea of just, frank sitting at their window, staring at us, unable to do anything but knows we are there with a horrified expression.
i have a feeling that that has some Merit, yes! cause i remember before the update, when i was scrutinizing every little piece of the map, i don't recall seeing anything in the windows. i like to think i would have noticed (but there's a real possibility that they were already there, my eyes just skipped over it. or they were there but just too faint to Notice yet!)
but that would be really cool and i wouldn't put it past Clown to sneak that in... terrifying to think about! i love it!
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Far Too Sweet
A sickening something lives in my throat
It makes my neck bulge, and I start to choke
I pray that it goes, though I know it won’t
It has been there ever since I first woke
A gap in reason, and in my insides
They are what it causes, and where it hides
Hard to breathe, yet even harder to think
Choking on my blood – thick and black, like ink
Always comes back, after I swallow it
Teeth rotten black, for it’s all sickly sweet
Can’t find a way, to stop feeling like it
Tongue burnt away, for it’s all far too sweet
A sickening something squirms in my throat
I claw at my neck, so that I won’t choke
It evades my fingers, will not be caught
My collar turns red, as it starts to soak
A billowing smoke, caused by doubts and fears
Spews up and out my throat, then disappears
Wipes the slate clean, gone is thought and worry
Erases the sight, that was once blurry
Without regard for myself, or for it
My lips are scarred, for it’s all sickly sweet
I hear words hushed, which I fear to repeat
My jaw is crushed, for it’s all far too sweet
A sickening something feasts in my throat
It constantly grows, and it makes me choke
My neck follows suit, as it starts to bloat
Airway blocked up by all the ink and smoke
A pit yawns open, awaiting my fall
If I were to beg, would that help at all?
My wounds yawn open, at touch of my own
My body sags – cold and heavy like stone
I am untouched, and yet, I have been hit
My gums, all cut, for it’s all sickly sweet
Lost on this street, though I grew up on it
Now, I can’t eat, for it’s all far too sweet
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