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invidiia · 10 months

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can you do more teenage platonic yandere ones 🙏🙏 i love them bro

one suggestion is them (chuuya, ranpo, dazai, sigma, idek) w a rebellious teenager 🙏🙏🙏🙏

sorry, you've been misinformed.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "we appreciate." 𖤐 separate platonic yanderes chuuya, ranpo, dazai, sigma x reader

these mfs cannot deal with rebellious teenagers!!!!

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[ a/n ; HI SILLIES SORRY I DIDNT DO A YANXREADER POST YESTERDAY IDKFKKFKFCX ANYWAY HERES THE PLATONIC YANDERE SILLY PEOPLE ?! ]

[ warning ; platonic yandere, lowkey crack 😭😭, stalking ]

— CHUUYA NAKAHARA

⋆ lord, please give this man the patience to deal with you

⋆ he gets it, he was a rebellious teenager too, but so? he doesn't have time for you to act this way, like at all. probably best to just,, cooperate

⋆ chuuya has to put a lot of time into his job, being an executive and all, so that leaves you a lot of time to go do rebellious teenager shit

⋆ you can imagine it's pretty often he comes back to find you not there, or if you go to school, he'll get calls about you skipping class to go do whatever it was teenagers did when they skipped

⋆ yokohama mall is huge, perfect place to go to have fun and get away from chuuya!! it most definitely ends with you getting dragged out of the mall doors by your collar and shoved into the backseat of the car to go home, but it was fun anyway.

⋆ funny ass little arguments, too. "and if i find out you left when i come back, you'll regret it." "uh-huh, i bet i will." "just shut up and stay here."

⋆ please take him seriously, or at least pretend to, for his own sanity 😭

— RANPO EDOGAWA

⋆ ranpo doesn't take you seriously at all.

⋆ even if he knows you'll actually go do something stupid, he won't take you seriously. and when you go do it, consequences await you anyway 🤷

⋆ no point in keeping secrets, he already knows

⋆ plans to sneak out? getting stuff without permission? anything you keep from him? yeah, he knew already lol

⋆ lowkey draws a line at going against him and doing illegal stuff. committing any kind of crime? lmao no, he'll just keep you with him at all times or something which is probably embarrassing asf

⋆ am i wrong to think he may drag poe into this? maybe, shrug

— OSAMU DAZAI

⋆ he doesn't have time either, i almost feel bad for him

⋆ he's like ranpo actually, has no shame in forcing you almost everywhere with him or leaving you to atsushi which is really evil, poor atsushi

⋆ arguments are funny as hell (for him) probably you yelling and trying to make a point and explain why you do whatever you do or something and dazai just laughing and not listening LMAO

⋆ "that's crazy kid lmao" "i'm trying to make a point, don't fucking call me that."

⋆ doesn't really care about you yelling at him. just forces you everywhere with him

⋆ remember in chuuya's part where you just sneak into yokohama mall to get away from him and have fun? too bad lmao, dazai knew you were coming and followed you anyway!! just when you thought you were finally alone, away from the suffocating presence of dazai and could terrorize the shoppers in peace, nope LOL

⋆ he just tags along with you, keeping a hand on your shoulder and a smile on his face while you just grit your teeth and deal with him. "can we just go home?" "no wayy, didn't you wanna come here?" "not with you."

— SIGMA

⋆ poor guy lmao

⋆ literally has to stop you from terrorizing the customers or damaging the casino somehow

⋆ a little hard to sneak out unless you have an ability or another person to help you

⋆ cue nikolai coming to the casino to bother sigma and then helping you sneak out because it'll annoy sigma and he doesn't care LMAO

⋆ probably ends up locking you in your room because he doesn't trust you enough to keep you with him. sigma learned that from a past mistake he made with you

⋆ "wait, this card is damaged. the game isn't valid, therefore, you need to replay." and then the teenager next to him probably being the one who messed up the card LOL

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herehavesomeheadcanons · 1 year

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Hihi! I saw you were taking requests and so I was wondering if I could have Poe or Sigma fluff (and maybe angst if you're up for it, you don't have to!) hcs? Like where you are sick or smth and they take care of you? And possibly how they make you feel better? Can I also be 🍥 anon if you're okay with it?

Whew, back to writing requests. Sorry for the long wait, but my brain shut down after I finally finished that Christmas event. I'll try to get on with the requests still waiting in my inbox!

Anyway, fluff is absolutely my specialty, and these two dorks are the perfect characters to take care of a sick s/o! I had the idea floating around in my brain, so I added an accidental confession for Poe as well <3

Edgar Allen Poe and Sigma taking care of a sick reader~

As usual, snatched the images off Pinterest

Poe

🤎🦝 Poor Poe freaked out when he heard you were sick. He immediately rushed over to your house and insisted on taking care of you! It doesn't matter how many times you try to push him away and tell him he'll get sick too, he's determined to take care of you!

🤎🦝 The reason for this is that Ranpo gave him the idea. Poe wanted to know how he could win your affections, and Ranpo suggested that he should go and see if you needed care, since you called in sick that morning.

🤎🦝 So now you're being forced to lay on the couch while Poe spoon-feeds you soup that he made himself. I don't see why you would complain, except if you're one of those Akutagawa kinnies that won't admit you're sick until you're dead.

🤎🦝 Poe insists on doing everything for you. To be fair, he is a pretty big help, considering it feels like someone fucked with the Earth's gravity settings and turned them all the way up. Oh, and you're delirious with fever, so no amount of willpower is going to make you able to do chores.

🤎🦝 As you feared, Poe gets sick too. Somehow, he still managed to drag himself to your place, so now you're both lying inert on different couches with a bad flu. You have some absolutely hilarious conversations while you're both completely out of it with fever hallucinations. Unfortunately, you probably won't remember them.

🤎🦝 After a few days of this bullshit, you're starting to feel better. Poe isn't, but your head is starting to clear. One night, you wake up to him rambling on and on about something to Karl. As you listen, you realize he's talking about you.

🤎🦝 "Oh Karl... What am I to do?" *Karl noises* "Yes I suppose you're right... You're so wise, Karl!" *More Karl noises*

🤎🦝 If he didn't talk to Karl like this all the time, you'd probably suspect that the fever had addled his brain to the point of no return. You decide to speak up and see what this nonsense is all about.

🤎🦝 "Hey, Poe, what are you going on about?" "Y/N! You're awake?" "Obviously. Now what are you asking Karl about?" "Oh, I was just trying to figure out what to do about my feelings for you." "...your what?"

🤎🦝 It takes a moment for Poe to realize what he just said. Once he does, he hides under the the blanket for ages. He refuses to come back out and speak to you for the rest of the day. He won't even eat! He's going to need lots of reassurance after such an embarrassing mishap!

Sigma

🤍🎰 Sigma doesn't really have a lot of time on his hands, being the manager of the casino and all. So, when he hears that you're sick, he has an existential crisis. Should he take care of you? Stay? What if he gets sick too? Can the casino run smoothly without him?

🤍🎰 Seeing how worried he is, some of the people working directly under him (I couldn't think of a good word, ok? Leave me alone-) convince him to go look after you. They can handle running the casino in his absence.

🤍🎰 Let's get one thing straight: Sigma is a fabulous caretaker. He just has the instinct for it, I guess. You'll be perfectly fine under his care. He gets you any medicine you need, cooks for you, does chores, and anything else you need. He has absurd multitasking skills, and will keep everything neat and orderly to ensure your speedy recovery.

🤍🎰 He is an absolute sucker for you, so you could probably get away with a lot while sick. You want him to read to you? On it. You want him to sing you to sleep? He'll try his best. He won't do anything that could get him sick, though, so no physical contact. Sorry, but he can't afford to get sick too.

🤍🎰 He is rigorous about keeping your stress to a minimum. He sets limits on who can visit you, how often they can visit, and for how long. He's like your nurse or something. You know Madam Pomfrey from the Harry Potter series? Yeah he's like that.

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melancholic-and-delusional · 8 months

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Fyodor Is Alive. A Bungo Stray Dogs Theory.

The recent episode of Bungo Stray Dogs season 5 presented to us the supposed death of the main antagonist of the series - Fyodor. However, I'd like to argue that he is, in fact, very much alive. Due to the impossibility of Studio Bones being able to animate the last chapters shorty after their release, I'm going to go by the narrative that Asagiri has informed them of what should be animated beforehand, and so the final episode of the season is canon.

My first argument, which should go without saying, is that this is not the first time we have been death-bated. There are too many examples to count, where characters seem to have no way of avoiding their demise. However, that was never the case. For that fact, I believe that this will be the same situation once more.

Secondly, an argument which was quickly brought up by many fans is Fyodor last words - 'Eli, Eli, lama sabachtani?'

The words are a direct quote from the Bible, meaning 'My God, my God, why have Thou forsaken me?' That was the last sentence Jesus Christ uttered before finally dying on the cross. As we all know, however, he came back to life 3 days later, which raises suspiciousions if Fyodor would also come back or not.

The next thing I would like to mention is that Fyodor's cut-off arm looks incredibly fake.

Fyodor was in the helicopter, which crashed and immediately after that set on fire. If that arm was his, it would've been burnt and dark, and if that arm was an actual limb, it would have cut off blood vessels hanging from the end where it had been previously chopped off. The use of a fake arm had already been performed by Dazai in season 2, when him and Chuuya were fighting against Lovecraft, so it is very much possible that this once mentioned detail holds a certain importance later in the story (Chekhov's gun or something like that).

Moreover, when Fyodor was in the helicopter, he was not alone. He was with another vampiresed guard. As soon as the vehicle set on fire, it exploded. Fyodor could've pulled the guard to himself, protecting himself from the explosion, just like Kunikida did with Tetchou in the previous season.

However, I am slightly uncertain of this argument since both of them were inside of the exploding helicopter, and it'd be difficult to protect yourself from such a thing. I do still think that it is worth suggesting that the guard might have been of use for Fyodor to survive.

The next thing I'm bringing up is that when Bones animated Dazai's "death" scene, it appeared much more dramatic than in the manga, and it actually seemed fatal. (This is a bit of a dumb argument, but I'll still go with it.)

The manga panel of Dazai's headshot looks faked, but what Bones animated doesn't. When the chapters of the manga that were just animated come out, it might give us the opportunity to form more theories regarding Fyodor's supposed death.

Another thing I wish to point out is that season 2 of the anime ended with Fitzgerald's "death".

Of course, in season 3, we find out that he was alive all along. He used to be the main antagonist of the series up to that point and before Fyodor took over that title. Studio Bones could've waited for more chapters and content to come out for them to animate, especially since this season has been the shortest one yet, but they chose to end season 5 with Fyodor's death, leaving us on a cliffhanger. This leads me to believe that they're purposefully doing that, so in the next season, they can shock us when Fyodor comes back alive.

Finally, we know nothing about Fyodor's origin, ability, etc. It would be anticlimactic, and I'd even consider it as poor writing. Even if Sigma survives, which I think he will, and he goes to share the information he got out of Fyodor, it wouldn't be as satisfying to know all of that once Fyodor is actually dead. In a way, there's no reason for us to care about his backstory once he has died.

Also, not long before the incident occurred, Fyodor spoke about Dazai being his greatest foe since that man. However, nobody has any clue who 'that man' is.

This leaves another question unanswered and another reason for Fyodor to survive.

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Thank you so much for reading my theory! It is the first time I have ever written one, so I'm hoping the arguments I've brought made the least bit of sense.

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iovetecchou · 1 year

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uhm for your prompt event, i’d love to read something with sigma maybe a mix between fluff 3,5,6 and 10? I haven’t requested it until now bc i couldn’t decide and i thought it might be to much or idk. But here goes nothing. don’t feel pressured to use all of them :)

prompt: "Just pretend to be my date."

“Wait! don't pull away... not yet."

"I think I love you."

GN Reader.

1.3k Words.

You had been staying with your good friend, Sigma at his casino. You were enjoying your time there, it was nice to get away from your own hectic life and just let loose. But there was just one small problem….

There was this guy at the sky casino, you noticed him when you first arrived. At first, you thought nothing of it when he would come up to you and compliment you, or overstay his welcome while you were just trying to gamble all of your money away. You were polite at first, not wanting to start any trouble. But, it was getting out of hand.

The man was persistent, he wouldn’t take no for an answer when you told him you weren’t interested in going out on a date with him, and when he asked why not? Well… “I’m here with my boyfriend!” The second the words spilled past your lips, you knew you were fucked.

“Oh yeah? Then where is he, hm? I haven’t seen you with a man the whole time you’ve been here, beautiful.” You cringed at the compliment he passed your way, this man was truly annoying. “If you don’t believe me then… I’ll go grab him!” You spat out, with no clear plan in your mind whatsoever. Oh shit, this is bad! you quickly turned on your heel, stomping off to where you were staying in Sigma's private suite.

You barged through the door, startling poor Sigma who was sitting at his desk. He was trying to get some of his work done for the evening so he could relax. He had been so stressed out recently, and you definitely weren’t oblivious to it. “Y/n!? what’s the matter, you look troubled.”

Sigma said, quickly sitting up from his chair before making his way in front of you. You were pacing back and forth in the suite, causing the already anxious man to become even more unsettled. “There’s this guy, Sigma… and he won’t leave me alone! He keeps pressing me, asking me to go out with him but I’m not interested. So I did something stupid! I told him I was here with my boyfriend- but I don’t have a damn boyfriend!”

You stopped in your tracks, causing a frantic Sigma that was following close behind to collide with your back with a soft thud. He quickly apologized as you did a one-eighty. Now face to face with the nervous man. And that’s when it clicked in your head. “Sigma! That’s it…

"Just pretend to be my date!”

His eyes widened tremendously, and his eyebrows were practically touching his hairline. “What?! Pretend to be your…” he paused for a moment, putting actual thought into it. If it meant that awful man would leave you be then… maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea at all. There was just one small problem.

Sigma had a massive crush on you. He was too nervous to tell you, convinced you would reject him if you knew. So pretending to be your boyfriend…? It was almost like a cruel joke, but if it was your sake then… “That’s a terrific idea actually, y/n. Where is this man now?”

His demeanor had completely changed, he seemed to be focused now. Treating this like a very important task, making you smile to yourself a bit. “He’s in the lobby, quick, let’s go!” You rushed out, grabbing Sigma's hand as you exited his suite. Making your way to the lousy man that was standing exactly where you left him minutes ago, what a weirdo. You held your head high as you approached the dude, pulling Sigma flush into your side. Wrapping your arm around his slim waist for show. The poor man couldn’t help but flush at your actions. He was already so excited from you holding his hand, but this? Ah, his heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Here! this is my boyfriend, are you convinced now? I would really appreciate it if you could leave me alone.” You spat out, gripping Sigma's waist even tighter. Causing him to squeak out a small yelp. The annoying man wasn’t buying it, Sigma looked way too nervous it was hardly convincing.

“I don’t believe you for a second, this guy looks too nervous to be your boyfriend!” Shit! mission failed, there had to be some way to come back from this. Sigma quickly shook himself out of his frazzled thoughts. He needed to do this, for you. He hated the fact that you were being harassed by this fowl man in the confines of his own casino.

His demeanor changed once more, back into a more calculated and sharper version of himself. “Oh really? Then I guess we’ll just have to show him. Isn’t that right, darling?” You whipped your head to the side, eyes blown wide as you met Sigma's gaze. He was smiling down at you softly, inching impossibly closer to your face, and- oh my god. He’s about to kiss you, isn’t he?

Sigma brought one hand up to cup your cheek, and the other one snaked its way around your own waist. Before you could process, Sigma’s lips were pressed against your own. He was kissing you with so much passion, you instantly reciprocated, with no hesitation. Who would have thought Sigma would be such an amazing kisser? He tilted your face to deepen the kiss, Sigma opened his eyes while his lips were still intertwined with yours. He shot an icy glare towards the crummy man whose jaw was completely on the floor now but this public display of affection. I think he got the message now.

Sigma pulled away from your lips slowly, nestling his face into your neck. He began to feel you tugging back, so he quickly whispered,

"Wait. Don't pull away... not yet."

Your face was on fire. You had never seen Sigma in this light before, and you sort of liked it. Your heart fluttered in your chest, giving him a short nod in response. He placed a chaste kiss on the side of your neck before pulling away from you slowly. His one arm still safely wrapped around your waist. The sorry man was nowhere to be seen now, he must have felt pretty stupid after watching that whole intimate interaction.

You beamed up at Sigma, smiling widely. “We did it! well, you did it, I didn’t know you had it in ya, Sigma!” You giggled slightly, moving your hand that was resting atop his waist up his back. Giving him a few reassuring pats, causing the poor man to stiffen up. Just like that, your usually flustered Sigma was back. His hand around your waist was trembling now.

“It was a team effort, y/n. I’m just relieved that you won’t be harassed by that lowly man any further. If he approaches you again, let me know. I’ll have him removed from the premises immediately.” He said that last part sternly, pulling his lips into a tight line. You giggled at how fast he could change his demeanor, ah he really was endearing. “Sigma... you’re really something else… you know that?

“I think I love you!”

You blurted out, offering him the biggest smile you could muster up.

Sigma.exe has stopped working.

He was completely frozen in place, Sigma wasn’t even blinking! You waved your hand in front of his face a few times but to no avail. Oh shit! You broke Sigma. You were panicking slightly, maybe you shouldn’t have-

“I-I think I love you too… y/n,” he whispered out, nervously looking at his feet. His heart was pounding so harshly in his chest, and his hands began to sweat a little bit. He was startled when he felt you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a loving embrace.

“I’m so glad to hear that, Sigma! What do you say we go back to your suite and relax for a little, hm? I think I owe you, big time."

i had so much fun with this one! another anon requested the “Pretend to be my date.” prompt with a nsfw prompt, so i’ll make a separate part for the spicy stuff! thank you so much for your request! (:

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itsbeeble · 1 year

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Tangy (Sour pt 3)

Summary: After another party, the rumor has spread of you and Mingi’s... breakup. What happens when certain people want to make amends? What happens when some want more than that?

Genre: Angst, fluff

WC: 2.4k

Pairings: song mingi x afab!reader, jung wooyoung x afab!reader

Warnings: Mingi is incredibly toxic, minor slutshaming but really minor, swearing, Wooyoung stops bad shit from happening, mentions of alcohol, hurt w/ comfort this time!

Note: I’m really glad you guys are liking this series! Originally it was supposed to be one part, but I was feeling just a bit silly and now there’s gonna be one or two more after this. I hope you guys enjoy!!

ALL PARTS: pt 1: Sour | pt 2: Bittersweet | pt 3: Tangy | true ending | alt ending

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It’s Friday night, and the air is cooler than any of you had expected. Quite unfortunate for the should’ve-been-backyard party at Sigma Zeta Tau. You find yourself huddled in the corner of the large living room, a cup of something clutched tightly in your hand and hugged to your chest. You can’t help the discomfort you feel, alone in a crowded room with none of your friends in sight. It feels like there’s nowhere for you to run off to, feels like there’s no room to breathe even though there’s no one near you at the moment.

The air becomes stuffy as soon as you hear a high-pitched laugh from somewhere across the room. You know it’s Wooyoung, likely already drunk. You can see them by the table lined with drinks, talking and laughing as if nothing ever happened. Maybe Wooyoung lied to you. Maybe they didn’t miss you as much as he said they did. Maybe you should leave.

The hand holding your drink tightens, and your knuckles become white. There’s no way Ryujin didn’t know they’d be here. There’s no way they didn’t know you were here.

Had you looked closer, had you been closer, you would’ve seen the exhaustion in their eyes, weighing on their bones. You would’ve seen that Wooyoung had forced the laugh when Vernon made a joke about how you arrived without them for once, thus informing them that you were somewhere in the building. You would’ve seen Mingi scanning the room to find you, failing as you’d managed to hide yourself from the blinding lights the thirteen frat boys had set up hours earlier.

Whispers are beginning to spread like wildfire.

They came separately?

Do you think something happened?

I heard he was only using her to win a bet.

Seriously? That’s so cruel…poor girl.

You tuck your head to your chest, ignoring the stares and comments, and take a small sip of the tangy drink in your hand.

“You’re here?” Your eyes flick up and you find Wooyoung right in front of you, hand clutching a similar cup to your own. Dread begins to build in the pit of your stomach now that he’s right in front of you.

“Wooyoung,” you nod curtly and he takes a deep breath in.

“He hasn’t found you yet,” he shuffles a bit in his spot and tries to look anywhere but at you.

“And how did you find me?” Wooyoung smiles awkwardly.

“You’ve always had a habit of hiding in dark corners.” You nod, and he becomes silent. The music is pounding in your ears, creating a dull ache and a ringing that won’t dissipate. “Can we…” His voice is barely audible, and you look at him. His eyes waver, and under the purple glow, you can see a bit of a shine in them. “Can we go somewhere and talk?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Wooyoung,” you shake your head and he squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.” He says sharply. Your body jerks, and he’s quick to continue speaking. “Don’t apologize. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for and you know that.”

“Woo…” He smiles at you, a bitter smile that has guilt settling into the pit of your stomach. He turns to walk away from you, and your body moves to grab his wrist before he can go too far. “Tuesday.”

A hopeful glint in his eye and you run your tongue over your lips.

“We’ll talk on Tuesday. The cafe by my dorm after our classes.”

Don’t make me regret this.

“What are you playing at, Wooyoung?” Seonghwa has the younger boy cornered in the party. Wooyoung simply shrugs and sips at the tangy drink he’d been served.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Talking to Y/N, not telling us you’ve been going to her dorm?” Seonghwa’s glare is scathing, and Wooyoung bites the inside of his cheek. “You know what Mingi’s planning to do. Don’t ruin this for him.”

A pit of rage is forming in Wooyoung’s stomach, and it’s about to boil over. Don’t ruin this for him? Mingi was the one at fault, not him. Why should he step back from trying to get his friend’s trust back? Why should he not try to fix something that shouldn’t have been broken in the first place?

“Don’t pull this bullshit with me, Seonghwa.” He spits out. “All I’m doing is fixing what Mingi fucked up. If he had just told her—”

“Don’t forget that you’re the one who thought of the bet.” Seonghwa hisses. “Did you tell her that? That it was your idea in the first place?”

“Well…no, but I’m—”

“Wooyoung, just leave it be.” The older boy runs a hand down his face. “Mingi wants to fix it on his own terms. At his own pace.”

“And I’m fixing my shit on my terms!” Wooyoung exclaims. “He isn’t the only one she needs to forgive!”

Seonghwa blinks, and then his eyes narrow. Wooyoung swallows, nerves beginning to take over him.

“Why are you doing this, Wooyoung? Why are you trying to screw things up again?”

Truth be told, the younger boy doesn’t know. He doesn’t know why he’s so desperate to have you back in his life, whether or not you’re with Mingi. There’s just been this…ache in his chest, like something is missing ever since he told you the truth (even if he’d been drunk at the time). He doesn’t know if he’s doing it more for Mingi’s sake or for his own.

“I’m not trying to screw things up,” Wooyoung sighs. “I just want her back in our lives. If she’s not with Mingi, fine. That’s good enough for me. If she is, that’s even better. I just…”

When he trails off, there’s a look of sympathy in Seonghwa’s eyes. There’s no more anger, no more scrutinizing glare or judgement.

“We miss her too, Woo.” Seonghwa puts a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder and pulls him into a half hug. “Just…if you think this is the right thing to do, then do it. And if you can get Jongho in on this, that’d be awesome because he’s making our room absolutely reek of sweat.”

“It isn’t like you’ve been cleaning anyway.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

Tuesday morning, and you decide it’s finally time to show your face to your shared classes. You know that by now the word has spread that you and Mingi aren’t together anymore. There are rumors as to why. He cheated, you cheated, rumors of the bet, you two got sick of each other, so on and so forth. No solid truth, although you know there will be those that want to pry.

You have three classes today. The first is the one you share with Jongho. The next you share with just Mingi. After that you have one shared with Ryujin, Yuna, and Yeji, as well Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Yeosang.

Your first class is at 8AM. You dread it, simply put. You dread everything about the class from the time to the people to the professor. As expected, the whispers and the stares begin the moment you step foot in the lecture hall. You feel the heat rushing to your face, and then feel it draining as you try to figure out where in the room you should sit. The room is mostly empty, as there’s twenty minutes until your class starts, but you can’t help but try and figure out which place will create the least staring.

And then you see Jongho. He sits at the back of the hall, staring around the room with a scowl prominent on his face. Whether it’s because of you, or because of the way people are looking at you, or something unrelated, you aren’t exactly sure. What you are sure of, is that you’re grateful for the wave he sends for you to go up to him.

She’s still gonna sit with Mingi’s friends?

I wonder if Mingi was the problem.

Maybe the bet was a lie?

Maybe she’s just a slut, going after each of his friends and that’s why he broke up with her.

Jongho’s lip curls up into a sneer and the whispers stop. The eyes turn away from you, chairs swivelling to face forward once more. You place your bag down on a chair, and take a seat next to the younger boy. Neither of you say anything and neither of you look at each other for a long while.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters to you, eyes foreward and watching your professor drone on. “If it’s any consolation to you.”

You don’t respond, but your pencil stops moving, tapping on the lined paper in front of you while you think.

“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” he continues. “Or any of us. I just want you to know that I am sorry.”

Your pencil begins to move again, this time on one of the sticky notes you have beside you.

It’s okay.

You’re terrified of your next class. Terrified to see Mingi again, to see his face and how he reacts to you being there. Will he be happy to see you? Will he hate you now, after shutting the door in his face and hiding from him at the party? Your hands are shaking, and you can’t make them stop.

The whispers start, and you dart to the back of the lecture hall again. Mingi watches you as you try to hide yourself from everyone, and you do your best to avoid him. There’s a small look of hope on his face, a glimmer in his eye that falls as soon as you sit down and duck your head out of his view.

The fiery haired boy twirls the pen in his hand, his heart wrenching when you wouldn’t even look in his direction. He thought, or he hoped, that you’d at least look at him or smile or something after your interaction the past week. Maybe give him a little bit of mercy, show him that you at least still cared about him, but you didn’t.

His jaw clenches and he looks away from you.

After class.

He’ll talk to you then, whether you want to or not.

“Y/N!” Your gut wrenches, and you rush to put your stuff in your bag and get out of the room before Mingi can catch you. “Y/N, hey!” You’re moving faster, trying to get to the door, but he catches you by the wrist and spins you to face him. You keep your head down, avoiding his gaze even when he ducks his body and tries to get you to look at him.

“Please let me go.” Your voice is small, a weak request that causes Mingi to inhale sharply.

“Not until you talk to me.” He insists, his grip on your wrist tightening. A dull throb begins under his fingers and you feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“I don’t want to talk to you, Song Mingi.”

“You’re using my full name now?” You look up, frowning. His eyebrows are furrowed together, his lips pursed together. “I thought we were past that by now.”

A joke. A sick joke. That’s what this has to be, right? There’s no way he thinks you’ll be willing to talk to him or be friendly with him after what he did.

“You thought wrong, then.” Your voice shakes more than you’d like it to, but you keep talking and forcing your tears back. “You should rethink everything you know about me, Song Mingi, if you think I’d still want to be friendly with you, that I’d still want to be seen talking with you after what you did.” His grip tightens, and you flinch.

“Y/N, I know you still care about us. About me. So please, let’s just talk about it? We can talk and we can put it behind us, and we can continue where we left off!”

Your wrist is aching, throbbing. He’s holding on so tight that it hurts, and he isn’t letting go.

You’re scared.

“Mingi, let her go.” Your ex-lover’s hand is ripped off of you, and Wooyoung is standing between the two of you. He’s angry, angrier than you’ve ever seen him, and his hand is shaking from a much different emotion than yours had. He’s forcing himself to not hit the man before you.

“What are you doing here, Woo?” Mingi’s teeth are grinding together, and he pulls his hand free from the smaller boy’s grasp.

“Well, see,” Wooyoung steps closer to you and blocks you from Mingi’s view. “I was just passing by, heading to our class, y’know? And I heard a little bit of an argument so, being nosy, I thought I’d see what was going on. Imagine my surprise when I see you cornering your ex against her will and forcing her to talk to you and hurting her while doing so.”

“Woo, stay out of it. Please?” You tug on his shirt and he glances at you over his shoulder.

“No. Even if we all didn’t have history, I would still step in because that’s not fuckin okay, Mingi.”

Mingi’s jaw ticks, and you duck your head down.

“So you’ve forgiven him, but not me?”

“She hasn’t forgiven anyone, Mingi.” Wooyoung snaps. “After what we did to her? You really expect her to forgive us after a fucking week? You’re out of your goddamn mind.” A deep breath, his hands tightening at his sides. You can’t help the awestruck look you give him.

Before everything happened, the two of you hadn’t been the closest of everyone in the group. Of course, you were friends and you always cared about each other and things were never tense if you were alone together, but there had always been something that made him keep his distance. You know now why that is. And you know that, even if he wasn’t your best friend, he’s one of few that would actively try to fix a problem he caused.

“I’m here,” he tries to keep his voice steady. “Because I care about something other than getting my dick wet. I care about my friend. I care about fixing something that was entirely my fault to begin with. And if you can’t get your head out of your ass for two seconds to see that she wasn’t just someone for you to fuck whenever you want, then maybe she shouldn’t give you the second chance you’re so desperate for.”

“You didn’t have to say that.”

“Yes I did.”

Wooyoung is already looking at you when you lift your eyes from your notes. There’s a smile on his face. Not overly bright and overly joyous. He isn’t forcing himself to be happy. He’s genuine, he’s happy to be near you and with you. You smile back, looking back at your notebook. You know that the others are looking at you. You know that Ryujin is watching the interaction from the row behind you, waiting for Wooyoung to make one wrong move.

“He was hurting you, Y/N. It’s like I said, even if we didn’t know each other I’d still step in. What he did to you isn’t okay, and he’s lucky I didn’t clock him.”

“I’m pretty sure he’d kick your ass if you tried.” Behind you, you hear a snort and Wooyoung scoffs.

“He would not. I’m stronger than I look.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are, Woo.”

“Whose side are you even on?”

“Mine. The victim. You know, the one you guys placed a bet on.” Wooyoung goes quiet, sinking in his seat. You bite your lip, beating yourself up for bringing it up again. You’d meant it jokingly, but you know now that it’s a bit too soon for those jokes.

“I am sorry, Y/N.”

“I know, Woo.” He looks at you again and you’re leaning back in your chair, looking ahead to the professor. “And I forgive you.”

“So soon?”

“You’re putting effort in,” you shrug. “And even if I don’t fully trust you yet, I know that you at least care and that’s good enough for me. You and Jongho are the only one’s who actively reached out to me, showed that you at least kind of cared.”

“Not even Yunho?”

“Haven’t seen him yet. Haven’t seen any of the other guys, really.”

“San says he wants to go to lunch with you soon. He wanted to text you, but you still have our numbers blocked.” You purse your lips and hum quietly. “He’s willing to wait, though. Until you’re ready.”

“We can go today. After this class, because I know he’s free after 2:15.”

“I’ll let him know now.”

“He groveled?” Ryujin falls forward, chest heaving from laughter when you tell her the events of the afternoon with San and Wooyoung. “You have to be kidding!”

“I fucking wish!” You exclaim. “It was so embarrassing, Ryujin! He literally got on his knees and started kissing my shoes!”

That was the truth. As soon as the three of you had sat down at the diner downtown San had gotten onto his hands and knees and started begging you for forgiveness, kissing your shoes and genuinely crying as he did so. Wooyoung had nearly wet himself when he saw that, and you wanted to sink into the ground when people turned to stare at the three of you.

“Oh my god, that’s hilarious.” Ryujin leans herself back onto her hands, still on the floor of your dorm room. “I’m assuming you forgave him?”

“What else was I supposed to do when he did…that?”

“Fair point.”

“What about the others?” You shrug and purse your lips.

“I…I don’t know, to be honest. I haven’t heard from them. Haven’t spoken to them. I know that Woo is avoiding Mingi, so that’s gonna cause some tension.”

“Is that what you want?”

“For them to take sides?”

“For Woo to choose you over his best friend.”

“Not necessarily. It’s weird, honestly. He…he never would have done this a week ago.” Ryujin runs her tongue over her lips and hums. “What?”

“Nothing. Just…Maybe he cares about you more than he was letting on.” You scoff and shake your head.

“You think Wooyoung has a crush on me or something?”

“I mean…”

“Ryujin, that’s crazy.”

“Think about it though!” She jumps to her feet, pacing around the tiny room you share. You frown and lean back in the chair by your desk. “This would be the perfect opportunity for him to actually get close to you! To show you that he’s the one you should be with! But, like, not in a creepy way. In a genuine way.”

“You have a WHAT on Y/N?” San’s jaw practically drops to the floor when he hears what his roommate says. Wooyoung has his head in his hands, legs drawn up onto the bed.

“Can you shut up? What if the others hear you?” Wooyoung groans.

“I’m sorry, I’m just…in fucking shock I guess.” San pinches his nose and sighs. “When did you figure this out?”

“A few months ago…”

“Oh fucking christ, Woo.”

“I know.”

“You know this is just gonna make things messy, right?”

“I know.”

“And if Mingi finds out—”

“Jesus— San, I know.” The two seniors sit in silence, contemplating what they’ve been saying to each other.

“So are you gonna tell her or…”

“Oh my god shut the fuck up.”

TAGS: @cookiechristie @ryanthesimp4yeo @mixling-blog @woosmaid @avantalem @choichaeyiul @nora-bora-bora @marvelahsobx @vidiviu01 @babiestarrcandy @kpopnightingale

I tried tagging some people but it wasn’t working so if I missed you I’m so sorry!

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hello! i've never actually used tumblr before, but i'm beginning to grow desperate in my search for roleplay partners, specifically in the overwatch fandom!

so, my preferences:

18+ — NO minors.

advanced literate to novella style.

discord preferred.

no nsfw-based roleplays, though in the story is fine.

characters:

i'm willing to try anyone.

ships:

again, willing to try nearly anything with the exception of romantic ships involving orisa, sigma, winston, wrecking ball and echo — though platonic is fine.

despite being open to anything, some i particularly enjoy:

dva / ramattra

max / ramattra

hanzo/cassidy

baptiste / lifeweaver

reaper / mercy

moira / lifeweaver

please don't be shy and feel free to leave a comment if you'd like to start up a roleplay.

writing sample from a fanfic i'm writing:

Our race is only a single generation — finite, and dying all too quickly.

Empty words that had amounted to nothing. So many of his people were dead, scattered throughout the cities they had attempted to claim, their intentions thwarted by the humans who’d had the resilience to not only survive, but to fight back. It should have been easy, and yet…

His head lulled to the side, staring up at the sky. His body had given up a long while ago. Even if he could physically move, Ramattra did not think he’d have the energy to do so. They had done more damage to him than he’d initially thought, and though one could not label him as a poor fighter, having the entirety of Overwatch’s field group coming at him at once had quickly become overwhelming. The old crusader had not hesitated with his hammer, and he could smell the scent of his own blood sticking to his gears. Railguns were not to be trifled with.

His siege was over.

It had been over the moment the last ship had fallen, but in stubborn fashion, the omnic hadn’t admitted defeat until he could no longer stand. Having practically dragged himself to safety, he was left alone with his thoughts, which was crueler than any punishment that the vigilantes could concoct. What had become of his people, the ones who had sought refuge and liberation? Those who had agreed with his ideals without partaking in the violence? Would they be jailed for crimes they did not commit, simply for association? After all, humans did quite enjoy their assumptions.

A soft hiss escaped his mouth, and he wondered exactly how long it would take him to die.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #roleplay #rp #ramattra #reaper overwatch #mercy overwatch #overwatch orisa #writing #jean baptiste augustin #lifeweaver #niran pruksamanee

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theproblemcallednight · 9 months

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new bsd ep w ur fav host night

jus watched the new ep and here is my unnecessary commentary

also spoilers for some bsd manga and s5 ep 7

look at how happy he is. i luv him sm. kolyas jus my silly guy

i’ve become a nikolai simp over this ep but the way he says happy ball is adorable. also our fav chess players look so goofy

omfg the way nikolai’s va does his lines. he’s so cute w his lil noises and then the next second he’s trying to kill his bf. he’s the best clown. i luv his va sm my god

someone get sigma out of there. we need to get his ass out of there and into a therapy session w atsushi and kyoka stop traumatizing this poor man

more of kolya being cute. he’s such a spiky fluff ball

bram, me and u both. why is the 200 year old shish kebab the most relatable character

look at how much he cares abt aya. they r my fav father son duo. they r my blorbos

daz leave sigma alone. ur gonna drown him in a bit at least let him walk i peace

not kolya consulting his bf and trying to give him an advantage. and then being rejected.

KENJI <3<3<3<3<3<3 my sweet lil farm boi

sigmas so done. god i wanna drag him out and jus give him cookies he’s so done w dazais shit

it’s our fav boy band, the Decay of Angels, Trio edition!!!! Live on tour now in ur local rat sewer!

omg kolya jus dipping is so funny he’s like oh shit that’s not good and like leaves

and the gangs all here! daz now has to deal w his crazy ex

omg they did the thing

OMG THEY DID THE THING!!!! bones is playing hard favorites but it’s w my favorites so it’s fine

closest we’re getting to jouno above justice :(((((

TERUKO MY QUEEN U HAVE RETURNED MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN EVER TJFJKDKDKS

KENJI NOOOOO :(((((((

well it was a fun ep. some complaints but still pretty good. was fun to watch. can’t believe this ep made me a bigger kolya fan but here we r. anyways have a good day friends.

that’s a wrap from ur insane host night

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd sigma #aya bsd #bram bsd #bsd fyodor #bsd dazai #bsd nikolai #bsd chuuya #bsd kenji #bsd tecchou #bsd teruko #bsd season 5 #bsd spoilers #spoilers #thehostcallednight

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spacexseven · 2 years

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TUNA. TUNA. [imagine i am shaking you] TUNA. ALL OF UR SEA MONSTER DAZAI POSTS HAVE BEEN SOOOOO GOOD IM GONNA HAVE BRAINROT FOR THE NEXT THREE WEEKS ABOUT THIS. i love how we seem to have just made an evil little mermaid au at this point lol. (to clarify since u just made a post about this im just thought dumping below hehe) i feel like sea monster dazai even in human form will look. Off. like he doesnt Walk Correctly obviously, but he also doesnt seem to understand blinking very well (too used to being able to deploy an invisible third eyelid to keep the water out of his eyes), and hes not much better at breathing without gills either. extreme uncanny valley. itd be fucked up if this really Did go the little mermaid poor reader doesnt quite recognize humanzai as the monster that almost killed them and has been actively stalking them ever since. like, now that he isnt covered in scales and theres no long, razor sharp teeth in his mouth and no ten foot long tail behind him at all times he seems like a different guy. god knows hed take advantage of THAT misunderstanding. also, chuuya and fyodor is a yandere match-up ive never considered before but holy FUCK is it terrifying. like, between chuuya's brute strength and fyodor's... fyodor-ness, theres really no exit in sight, huh? yeesh. - dazai anon (im on computer now so now bandage emoji 4 me :( )

hello !!! i am being violently shaken!!! ive been on computer very often you can always google the 🩹 emoji and copy paste it if you want :> also. No worries when it comes to you i'm telepathic and i know whether you'd want it to be a request or just us conversing about Very Normal Things :>>> this little au is like my child i love it so much thank you

i guess this brings up the question if this is a little mermaid au whos the sea witch hmm i guess sigma works. very witchy vibes idk

cw: yandere character, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, deception, generally creepy vibe

chuuya and fyodor would be a very interesting matchup heh all the trouble they'd have to go through to start working together....saving that for another time

well apart from the fact that he's still getting used to the legs and the eyes and the significantly weaker fingers and toes and all that, dazai is just not used to the whole human experience. he's tall, towering over most people he meets and coupled with the staring and blank expression, he's a little frightening. the good thing about all this, however, is that you don't recognise him without his claws and fangs and scales and what not. the legs, for one, convince you that he's definitely not the creature that's been haunting you, even though the hair and those eyes look all too familiar.

and maybe the way he grabs you and smiles, the way his grip tightens on you when someone else walks past, the way he whines into your shoulder about not knowing anyone here reminds you way too much of dazai. but this is just a newcomer to the town, someone unfamiliar with his surroundings and dependent on your help, not yet integrated into society and too shy to talk to anyone else.

huh, doesn't that feel familiar...?

get ready, because dazai is going to take advantage of this disguise to become your new best (and only) friend! now that he can do what these other humans can, you won't ask anyone else to walk with you by the beach or hang out together, right? once he finds a more permanent solution that lets him switch between human and monster, he'll never have to leave you alone !

(and of course, if you're interested, he'll gladly pull some strings to give you the underwater experience)

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agentsquirrelsgotrobots · 3 months

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Cody sobbed, curled on the couch as that, that- deer man, called for him. He was alone with Heatwave and Boulder at the firehouse, his lungs aching from running all the way from the Greenes lab through the tunnels. Boulder had grabbed him and fought off the demon, sealing them and Heatwave inside. Chase and Blades and the rest of Cody's family were stuck in town, unable to break through the shield Alastor threw over the firehouse.

"Cody. You know you belong to me."

"I- I swear, I didn't, believe me! I knew something was wrong, so I kept him away and signed nothing, ok, he shouldn't be here after I said no, why isn't he gone?" His voice shook, clutching the hand that was so close to sealing the deal, to taking thar monster's hand.

"Cody... we have business to settle. You did a very bad thing, almost gained a place with me. It's a shame you couldn't follow through. Your mother could."

His voice shook the walls, the sigils Boulder had painted out of habit over the garage doors glowed. They were just a superstition, something Charlie let him paint on a little after they had arrived. You could barely see them. The script was painted in almost the same color as the walls, but they held, the intention held, so until Pastor Mike arrived, and Chase broke through the barrier, Cody would be safe as long as he stayed away from the creature knocking on the doors, pleading to be let inside.

The man brought with him red rumbling skies, dark clouds, and an oppressive humidity to every breath taken. Alastor had taken Frankie as collateral, her mother's cross fastened around her neck, warning her of danger beyond the grave, that the old summoning board found in Charlie Burns' closet wasn't some old board game bought at the store.

No, it was the real deal, and poor Frankie paid the price. She was alive, but comatose, floating in a blood-red bubble above Alastor's head. He couldn't harm her, but could take Cody, for the reason of his conception.

Cody was the product of a deal.

The board was blessed by Catherine, Cody's mother, a pastor's daughter who knew her prayers forwards and backward, but knowledge of the Bible didn't protect her from Alastor in the end.

After all, Alastor was a faithful Southern Baptist in life, and hell didn't scare him, despite his dear mother's efforts.

The point was, he knew his prayers too.

Backwards and forward.

Alastor pounded on the garage doors, hearing the singular broadcast leaving the firehouse.

"Prime? Prime! If you are hearing this, get down here NOW. There's a pit beast at our doors, and he's here for Cody. We will be okay for a few days, but if the human priest can't banish it, you will have to step in, for Cody's sake. We can't fight it. Our faith is the only thing keeping it out of the firehouse. This is Heatwave of Sigma 17, signing off."

Alastor frowned. He's had many types of priests called him over the decades, but never a "Prime." He smiled wider. This could be fun.

Heatwave ran back downstairs, sitting next to his charge. Like it or not, if Cody gets dragged down, so will he.

"Cody, Catherine, oh, I love a matching set of sinners in my arsenal."

Alastor screeched, clawing at the doors again. No matter what he did, he couldn't shred the thin metal under his claws.

He leered through the big front windows, tapping on the glass with his microphone.

"What are you doing there, my lambs? Preparing for hell? Silly Silly tin cans, so willing to fall with him. I'll have you holding up the pillars of my hotel till the end of time for this little inconvenience"

Alastor threw his head back and howled with laughter, his curled antlers shaking.

BONG

The firehouse bell, a decommissioned church bell, rang loudly, the sound pushing Alastor back. It burned his antler down to its normal size, Alastor cursing in Latin as he backed away to recover.

"REALLY, CODY? You think a bell could stop ME?"

Inside, Cody shivered despite the heat. "I want my dad." He cried out, curling up against Heatwave's hand as he scooped him into his cab.

"I promise Cody, I will protect you."

The pounding continued, Alastor pulling back his antlers to avoid disturbing the bell again.

Chase broke through the shields, letting the pastor through while the others stayed behind.

"Ah! I was wondering when they would throw in a faithful lamb."

Alastor smiled wider, his grip on his microphone tightening. This was always the hard part. His own faith worked against him on this front, but he has succeeded in spite of it in the past, and this would be no different.

"Reverend Michael Rivers, correct?"

Mike said nothing, confirmed nothing. He couldn't risk anything. "Release the girl, then we will talk." He commanded, ignoring the whispers in his ears to stand down, let Alastor win- Alastor? "Your name is Alastor. Let the girl go."

The demon laughed.

"That's not how that works. But, I am feeling generous, and she's not the one I am looking for, so it's right to at least give you this. After I drag down both tin cans and my prize, it won't matter anyway."

Alastor threw Frankie through the shield, Blades catching her in the knick of time. She groaned, and coughed up black foam from her lungs.

Pastor Mike tried his best, using every trick he could think of to force Alastor to leave Cody be.

It wasn't his efforts that got Alastor to leave, but his own boredom.

"Well, this is going nowhere. No fight, no leverage. You won this round, but know that the Radio Demon always wins."

Alastor sunk into his portal, the shield disapating as he disappeared back into hell.

The sky cleared, birds chirping as life returned to normalcy.

Inside the firehouse, the air cooled. Cody sniffed and wiped away his tears as Chase opened the garage doors.

"Cody?" He called out.

"He's right here." Heatwave said, getting up off the floor. Boulder smiled and waved at him.

He had gone nonverbal during the fighting, and it would be a few days before he would speak more than necessary.

Charlie left the bots to babysit while the adults talked. Chase left to bring Frankie to the urgent care in town, since the cross she wore left a burn where it and the chain it was on touched her due to being surrounded by Alastor's magic. Dani drove, Graham staying with them.

"Why that - he got what he asked." Charlie sat at the kitchen table, wiping at his eyes. "He wanted our stillborn daughter's corpse for- for- I can't even understand why. He drank her blood and then made Cathy prepare her like a suckling pig - his words, not mine. He ate the entrails and guts, Cathy the meat. He made her eat it while I watched. He then sealed the rest in a coffin and took it with him. Two months later, Cody was concieved without issue. That was it. Nothing about Cody being his son."

Pastor Mike set his hand on Charlie’s shoulder. "You didn't know. Nobody knew. I didn't, and Cathy and I were thick as thieves. I will bless the site, leave you with some holy water, and crosses to put in your and Cody's bedroom. I know Boulder is going to retouch all the sigils and paint more where he thinks they would be beneficial. I want you to do the same with the crosses, paint them if you can't put them up."

Charlie looked up at him. "You think that would work?"

"I pray it does." He answered gravely.

"How about the bots? Are you worried that maybe something the prime does can disrupt what you did?" Kade asked. He chose to ignore the part about his mother eating his younger sister. That was a whole other conversation for another day.

"The difference between a piece of wood and a cross is the belief in it." Pastor Mike answered. "No amount on preaching I can do to the bots can help or harm them if they don't believe in it. If our neighbors downstairs believe that the prime can help, then in my mind, the prime will help my efforts, not stiffle it."

"Alrighty then." Kade said, not sounding convinced.

#bible mention #maccadam #transformers #transformers rescue bots #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #cannibalism

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hundredblooms · 7 months

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so as much as i'm like "nooooo poor baby :( nooooo leave sigma alone" at the ballroom dancing scene in s5 it's also so funny to me. dazai is not stuck in the prison with the decay of angels, they're stuck in the prison with him.

#f: dazai #c: sigma #mun.txt #bsd posting

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fyodorloveclub · 7 months

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Floraaa, do you have bsd gakuen au hc? <3

I think Fyodor would be the kind of classmate you want to roll down the school steps bcs he's unbearable, but at the same time you want him to fuck you while teasingly explaining a subject he's mastered better than you 🥴. It's fucking hot how smart he is, sometimes you want to listen to him talk for hours while you feel yourself getting wet just thinking about what sounds he can make as you ride his cock and other times you want to shove a sock in his mouth to shut him up.

Sorry, I'm getting too delirious. I'm in my ovulation week and all I can think about is fedya 😩

i loooooove bsd gakuen and i love ur ideas pls (all of this is aged up 18+ (just bc its a school au))

i 100% agree abt fyodor being the unbearable classmate. but i also very much see him as the kyoya type from ohshc. just cold and seems heartless but can actually be so sweet and lovely and sexy as FUCK. its the classic trope of him being forced to tutor you and is so annoyed and apathetic but then suddenly you find yourself bent over a study table in the library

dazai is the silly class clown that everybody loves (and kunikida "hates" but they're actually best friends) everyone just assumes he's failing but he consistently rivals fyodor for highest marks. all the girls fawn over him. fucks like a maniac

sigma is the really really sweet quiet type, he's a newer student so the others gawked at him for a while but everyone just kinda leaves him alone. SUCH a sweetheart. i can see him struggling in school in some subjects but he's very studious and does his best to catch up/keep up. think yuki from fruits basket but not as popular. little virgin boy but eats pussy like a starved man once he tries it

verlaine is chuuya's unbearably sexy older brother who always shows up at the door to pick up poor chuuya from school despite his daily protests and BEGGING of him to stop, but he'd be a terrible big brother if he stopped </3 hits hardcore on the teacher

chuuya is the cool kid doesn't give a fuck kicks his feet up on the chair type kid who's very street smart but really struggles in school and is actually very insecure about it. adamantly hates dazai but dazai secretly tutors him in his free time

#queuing a few thirst asks :)#bsd gakuen #voices in my head #demons

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enigma-the-anomaly · 2 years

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no you know who really is my poor little meow meow?

sigma overwatch. he is just an old man please leave him alone talon. he was meant to knit in a rocking chair not become a tortured war machine. he is. so gastercore. please talon free that man

#sigma overwatch #i just. he deserves a good life and some therapy

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tarklesbehindthescenes · 2 years

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hai I requested the auto bros/train bros last time (absolutley beautiful) and you're ultra magnus and sideburn fic? magnificent. If you have some time could I request another RiD over the trains having a favorite regular human? Or how they feel about all the gossip and stories they hear throughout their work?

Aw, thank you~ Anon, I will always jump at the chance to write some RiD01 for you~

Once again using the English dub personalities.

Word count capping at 1070

AO3

“Ugh, my wheels are killing me today,” Rapid Run complained as he collapsed into the seat at the table left empty for him. It was the end of the day, and while there hadn’t been any Decepticon hijinks today, there had certainly been the daily commute Team Bullet Train had to keep up with. Time was approaching a major holiday for the humans and there were more of them riding the trains than any other season.

Railspike nodded his empathy and Midnight Express asked, “Did the schedule change on you, too? I didn’t even realize that this holiday was going to make the station hours change so that we run longer shifts!”

“Yeah! What’s up with that?” the youngest bullet train exclaimed.

“What I gathered from local gossip is: this is the season when a lot of shopping goes on,” Railspike informed. “Apparently, there’s a lot of people who are trying to work the shopping trips into their busy schedules. And it sounds like this schedule shift is a regular occurrence around this time of year.”

“Well, at the very least it makes for getting some good gossip,” the middle train shrugged.

The oldest train raised an optic ridge with surprise. “You’ve got something on the Decepticons from all the commuting?”

“What? Heavens no!” Midnight Express scoffed. “Humans lead such interesting social lives. It’s rather fun to listen in on sometimes.”

Rapid Run nodded. “Like today, I heard one of my regulars complaining that the people running their workplace pretends to care about all of its workers, but the way those in charge regard the office workers versus the warehouse workers is blatantly classist. It’s obvious to all the warehouse workers that they’re not being taken care of, and even though they put in all this effort to get some changes set in place, it doesn’t seem to make a difference.”

“Makes me glad our workplace isn’t like that,” Railspike grunted. “Or at least… I’ve never felt like Optimus Prime has been setting up a classist system in our ranks. You know what I mean?”

The two younger trains nodded.

“Absolutely,” Midnight Express agreed. “I have never doubted that he cares what any of us Autobots have to say or think. He doesn’t hold Team Bullet Train, the Autobot Brothers, the Spy Changers, or the Build Team higher in value than anyone else.”

“Makes it real easy to follow his lead, knowing that,” Rapid Run added before he changed the subject. “Back to the commute gossip, though. Either of you two hear anything interesting?”

The middle bullet train hummed as he thought back on his day. “Let’s see… Oh! One of my regulars was complaining about how she keeps getting hounded by this driverless blue sports car with a flame decal on its hood. It’s really persistent, too. It keeps managing to find her no matter where she goes!”

Railspike wheezed with amusement while Rapid Run slapped a hand to his forehead and howled with laughter.

“Vector Sigma! You’ve got Side Burn’s girlfriend on your route?” the youngest train grinned broadly beneath his mask. “That poor lady! Nothing’s gonna ever get him to leave her alone!”

“Not even Ultra Magnus,” Midnight Express nodded with a smirk. Once everyone had calmed down, the younger two trains turned their attention to the oldest once more. “So what about you, Railspike? Any fun gossip you overheard?”

Railspike shook his head. “If there was, I didn’t hear it. I wasn’t paying much attention today. My regular, an older woman, wasn’t on the commute the past week and I was really concerned. The last time I saw her, she was looking really unwell. But today she finally came back. She was on the evening commute with her son. She looked a lot healthier. Apparently, she’s been in the hospital for the past week due to an illness.”

“Aw, the poor thing,” Midnight Express sympathized.

“It’s a good thing the doctors were able to help her out,” Rapid Run commented.

The oldest train nodded with a warm, sentimental smile. “Very good. In all honesty, she’s my favorite commuter. She’s such a nice lady.”

“We’re happy for you,” the middle train stated. Then he and Rapid Run began recalling further gossip they had heard throughout the day.

Railspike stared through the table between all of them, recalling his time spent with his favorite old lady. ‘Hello, handsome,’ she had greeted as she stepped on his passenger car that evening. The same words she uttered to him every time she stepped in his passenger cars. She had always made it a point to talk to him. She was really sweet like that. He didn’t think she truly knew that he was alive and listening to her as she talked about her life and other things that she felt like talking about. But that was okay. It made him happy to hear from her. To know how she was doing. To know that she appreciated his efforts to get her and all the other passengers where they needed to go in a timely and safe manner.

To say Railspike had been simply worried about her the past week was an understatement. Not having her on her usual commute had really made him feel lonely. Empty. He’d been silently beside himself with anxiety. After all, she was starting to get frail and she was living on her own. What if something had happened to her and nobody knew? So when she stepped on his passenger car that evening and uttered her usual greeting, the relief that had flooded through him was almost overwhelming. He’d wanted to cry out, ‘Welcome back, li’l lady!’ and transform to hold her gently in his hands.

She took a seat with her son and began telling Railspike about her hospital visit and how she was going to be living with her son from now on. Halfway through the route, her son had tried to tell her that the train couldn’t respond. To which she had replied, ‘That’s okay. Mr. Train is my friend. He understands, even if he cannot tell me so.’ It made Railspike’s spark melt to hear her say that.

The old train heaved a soft, dreamy sigh before getting up from the table to leave the two gossips to their chatter while he moved to turn in for the night. He couldn’t wait for his friend to start her regular commute again.

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