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Dazatsu Month 2025 Day 16 Jealousy

Having Atsushi back was like a dream come true. It was as if winter was becoming spring. Snow was melted to bring a new. Kyoka woke up the next morning, practically vibrating out of her skin as soon as her eyelids fluttered open. Her big brother was back! And hopefully here to stay. (Of course, if not she was willing to make some sacrifices. Dazai did spent the last few years pinning- kinda like a wife waiting for her husband to back from war. In fact, the old man spent the whole day in a daze after the coming back. She thinks he tripped a couple times? Totally spazzed when Atsushi swooped down to catch him before he hit the ground with a pickup line. It was as if whatever brains he has had leaked out. It was hilarious.) For one, since four years, her darkest night was filled with the shining moonlight.

Jumping out of bed with the excitement of a child on Christmas Morning, she rushed to get dress for work. She wanted to spend as much time with him before Dazai took off with him. Maybe she could make them breakfast? (Just like old times! When she was fourteen and he was eighteen and all they had to worry about was making it to work on time.) Of course there was her roommate, so she had to make more than for two. (A year and a half ago, the Agency had hired a new member whose ability was so much like their were-tiger. Just less of a giant cat running in wind and more like a bird flying in fire. It also felt more like when big brother Chuuya used Corruption at times.)

Shaking her head, she checked her body mirror with satisfaction- not a single hair out place and walked out the door. The moment she step into the hall, her eyes zeroed in on the door slightly across from hers. It was the room that Atsushi had spent the night in (after panicking Dazai booked it out the moment the silver haired male opened his mouth to ask if he could stay over)- it’s door slightly ajar. There was a dry erase board that wasn’t there before- her brother must have hanged it up last night. The blue eyed girl tilted her head. ‘He’s awake.’ She stated within her mind as she took steps to get closer to the door. There was orange writing on it. She raised a hand and gently brushed her fingers overs the word- not really touching the smooth surface. ‘She/her today. I see, a sister instead of a brother.’ With a sharp understanding nod, the young woman of eighteen headed towards the kitchen.

More like a war zone at a stalemate.

The moment she walked into the connecting rooms of both living and kitchen, she was blasted with the winds of inferno hell. The need for water hit her faster than Akutagawa’s Rashomon.

“Good morning Kyoka.” Atsushi chirped from where she was cooking. A smile painted on her face as she scooped some eggs onto a plate. Her eyes gold like molten lave as they refuse to leave the second figure in the room. Kyoka was impressed. “I cooked breakfast. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.” Her roommate answered, patting her pink lips clean with a napkin with all the grace of royalty. Her cyan blue eyes side eyeing Atsushi through her red lashes. The room became even more hotter. “It’s rare for us to be treated to a warm heavy meal. Thank you Nakajima-san.”

The moon kissed female bared her teeth in a smile. The facsimile of a sweet smile seeming predatory. “I like to serve Tsukino-san.”

One could choke on the sarcasm.

😒Don’t be this person guys, seriously. AI images are cringe as hell. Calling it “ai art” just makes you look like a pathetic wannabe. And it’s annoying and disheartening af for artists like me to see this shii. Plus it spits in the face of all our work that we put online for FREE.

As for the weirdo who posted that - I told you to take it down. You did not. So here we are. And by thoughtlessly repeating my tags (weird since it’s not a repost) you’re also implying that you wrote my fic. You most certainly did not. So I’m double pissed😊

Thanks to the gobsmackingly amazing @midoristeashop for bringing this to my attention. Real artists lookin out for real artists 💪💕

Fighting against AI isn’t always made easy for us, but that doesn’t mean we have to just put up with it. I’m still allowed to throw hella shade XD I’ve already reported it and am waiting for consensus rn. Ik it’s tempting, but don’t add to the report pile, since all it does is clog up Tumblr’s system.

Anyways.

happy birthday wally🥳🎂⚡

The director of cybersecurity from the Electronic Freedom Foundation is offering to help women who have been threatened with compromise of their devices.

megatron recieves the worst butt dial of his life

[later]

megatron claims to be a victim of homosexual violence

OUCH

y’all remind yourselves your account is your space. you’re not a performance. you’re not annoying by being yourself. if people aren’t into it they can leave. you’re not obligated to please anyone, especially at the cost of your personal expression. the worst thing you can do for your online enjoyment is to filter or censor yourself.

im stalking your page because i found a ron weasley lily evans post and i couldnt stop laughig oh my gosh

*screeches* Thank you!!!! I'm glad you're having gas (old slang for fun- I believe) with the HP dabbles!

Wally’s Favorite 3

Cass: Someone call Wally to pick us up. I don’t trust Steph after she totaled the car.

Steph: *about to refute but pauses, looking at the broken care* You right. You right.

Duke: I don’t have his number yet. *looks around at his new siblings nervously*

Damian: Worry not, Thomas. I have place West’s number last night as The Red Head Richard Can’t Get.

Dick: Awe, Dami. That’s so sw- * realize what he said* Hey!

Duke: *looks so done* Impeding on my privacy must really be a bat thing.

Dick: Don’t worry, I got this. *calls Wally*

Barbara: *4 minutes later* He don’t got this.

Dick: *pouts* He’s not picking up.

Jason: He never picks up. *smirks* Special if its you.

Dick: *offended*

Tim: *just got off the phone with Wally* I don’t know what you guys are talking about. He always picks up for me.

All: Of course.

Dick: *torn between picking a fight over being the favorite and be terrified over Wally’s temper*