F/O: I wanna be the big spoon tonight, S/I.
S/I: It'd feel just like wearing a backpack.
F/O: ...
S/I, on the couch, trying to speak to F/O through the locked bedroom door: C'mon, you gotta admit that was at least a little funny!
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I like to think when Chuuya can't use his ability he gets awful vertigo.
Like say Dazai and Chuuya allow themselves to be captured for a mission and their guards know enough about their abilities to handcuff them together. So Chuuya can't use his ability, but it's fine because Dazai's just waiting for the right moment to pick the lock.
Then they hold them somewhere high up.
Maybe a cliff edge, maybe it's a roof top. Heights hadn't bothered Chuuya for years. They did a little when he was younger and still learning to control his ability. When leaping off something still risked an injury. Except now he has no safety net, if he and Dazai go over the edge the guys with guns keep pushing them closer to, he's actually going to fall.
And it's windy.
He's never really noticed how strong and loud the wind is this high up. It could bowl him over if he's not paying attention. Straight off the edge. It's cold and it whips his hair. It catches in his clothes forces him off balance for just a second.
Then he notices his shoes. Why is he wearing formal shoes? They have next to no grip. He could slip so easily. Dazai's wearing the same type, if Chuuya trips up, he's likely dragging Dazai down with him.
Speaking of Dazai, he is not helping.
He's used to being the distraction, getting captured, playing the princess. None of this is bothering him at all. He's annoying their guard. So the guard keeps threatening them, pushing them closer to that edge.
And every step Chuuya takes feels like the ground is too far away.
And every turn of his head makes the world spin around him.
And his stomach is churning.
And his hair keeps getting in his eyes and mouth.
He can't breathe.
He can't see.
Then Dazai takes his hand.
Its warm and solid and it grounds him. Dazai squeezes his hand and for a second he feels the nails press into his skin.
"Focus, Chuuya." It's all he says before he lets go, but it's enough for Chuuya to realize, he doesn't feel the handcuffs anymore. The loss of the sensation of No Longer Human covering him.
And he grins, because now it's time to pay back a certain guard who likes bullying his captives.
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Flesh synopsis:
Meat. More meat. You are nothing but meat. Twisted bones, slimy fat, mouldable flesh, like clay. You are a sculpture waiting to be made, You just need someone to twist you into shape. Blood, teeth, bones. Cannibalism. Meat is meat, if the maggots will eat it, why can't you?
No propaganda submitted
Vast synopsis:
Infinity. Deep sea. Deep space. You are a small pebble in the Buddha's hand. Or maybe you are that hand, stretched to infinity. You fall and fall and there is nothing to break your fall, just air. The smell of ozone. The sound of rushing wind. The blue sky and nothing but the blue sky.
Propaganda:
vast propaganda is that once you become an avatar of it essentially the emptiness void that makes you feel insignificant made an exception just for you, you're its special little fella
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Aha ummmm sad old woman hours anyone? (context under cut)
This is drawn in the context of an Odile Looping AU where Odile has decided she needs to save some time between loops. The first few times, Odile asks Siffrin to borrow his dagger for a moment, bc her weapon won't do. They're a bit bemused, but hey why not? Until a few loops of this and Odile's expression has changed. She's forceful and scary and not really asking anymore. So I like to imagine Siffrin gets worried and refuses, and Odile has an awful sense of realization creep up her gut when she recalls how Loop begged her not to go through with it. She resigns, but maybe too little too late.
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so I'm not very tall at all (I'm actually pretty short, like 5'3 maybe) but I'm fat and walk around a lot and love picking up and carrying things pretty often. plus i have pcos which means higher testosterone levels. so, given all that, I'm relatively pretty strong.
and god, let me tell you, it has always been sooo fucking fun for me to wrestle my cis guy friends and pick them up and run around with them all the time. it made me feel so strong and euphoric to just throw them around like that. and something i noticed about it is that they could never win against me whenever i wrestled them. and they couldn't pick me up or move me around or try to restrain me for very long either, i was too much bigger and heavier and i could easily get out of it if they tried to.
i just can't stop thinking about taking that a step further, you know... grabbing a guy who's much taller but wayyy skinnier and lankier than me and just manhandling him, showing him that his extra height means nothing around a guy who's so much stronger than him. throwing him down wherever i want and positioning him however i please, because i don't even need ropes or chains or leashes or anything like that when i can easily just keep him pinned with my body weight, because i just weigh so much more than he does. showing him that i can do absolutely whatever i want to him.
because it doesn't matter how tall you are when you're pinned to the ground or forced to stay on your knees.
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Height chart for the lovely iterators featured in downpour :D I think i settled on their outfits and palettes plus i made cw look a lot cooler B)
initially it was meant to say ''local group'' iterators but someone informed me that SRS, SOS and maybe NSH might not even be part of the local group!
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