~.~4 years ago~.~
“Then who the hell is this?”
Dazai Osamu felt as if the world was coming down on him when he looked at body that was not Dostoevsky Fyodor. It was nothing but some dried up mummy of a man that had no defining features. An urge to throw himself onto the ground (this time not out of worried confusion) and roll around until the dirt scrap every inch of his skin off. He wants to grip his greasy, dark, wavy brown hair tightly in his hands and pulled and pull and pull. Pull so hard that it lend to his scalp bleeding from the force.
“During the prison break race….Dostoevsky was frantic.”
Atsushi was in danger.
“He was frantic…because death at my hand or by poison wouldn’t do. What he needed was to be killed by a vampire.”
He was in danger and Dazai was stuck here in Meursault.
The agency was without its dagger in the shadows.
Letting out a snarl, the rust brown eyed man pivoted on his broken leg and ran back into the building. Ignoring the knives carving themselves into his legs.
”Oi! Mackerel! What the face?!” Chuuya barked like the dog in his ear. “Dazai!”
”He’s not dead!” The said man gritted through clenched teeth to stop from shrieking like a banshee. “His ability! We were wrong! I was wrong!”
Those words felt as if he failed. As if all the energy, sweat, and blood he put into his plan meant nothing. Chuuya could be heard stomping right behind him, cursing a storm. From the corner of his eyes, he watched as the shorter scoop up the sleeping Sigma and chased after him. Dazai close his eyes tightly in gratitude that his old partner followed without a second thought. Reopening his eyes, he pushed himself harder to get to the control room.
He had to get in contact with Ango Sakaguchi as fast as he could. Atsushi’s time was running out. Who knew what was happening all this time he was just lying on the ground. Every minute he does nothing was a minute that his best friend loses. A lost minute that his Atsushi gets closer to wha that fucker has planned.
Bump
Thump
Pain shot throughout his body making him gasp and stumble. It was like he was being shot at. Another wave crashed into him as if Kenji struck him full power. It was far worst then a gunshot as he fell to his knees. Chuuya skid to a stop with a shout. Pain clawed its way into him as if it was a tiger mauling its teeth into the soft belly of its prey. He vomited up what little dinner he had eaten earlier as he tried digging his fingers into white tiles.
“Son of a bitch.” The orange lovelock haired man cursed as he put his cargo on the ground. He raced towards the pain-in his ass of an ex-partner, worry sketching itself on to his face. “You took the antidote right? Hey shithead! Did you take the antidote?”
Practically coughing up a lung, all Dazai could do was nod his head. He wanted to snark at the idiotic slug because he was there when the ex-demon stabbed the needle into his skin. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. He thought as he grabbed his throat and started to rake his short nails into skin wasn’t covered by bandages. This cause the other to freak and try to pull his hands away.
Watery Rust brown eyes peered deep into wide bight ocean blue eyes. (He could see hint of green swirling around like a full moon tidal wave. For a moment he couldn’t help but wish that his personal little moonlight that is his sweet little Atsushi, would never meet the tsunami that is Chuuya Nakahara. Only to remember that they had met and both could never look away from each other. As if they were the moon and sea locked in a dance no human should witness. Dazai had never once felt the need to raze the city to the ground until the day he found them trapped in the elevator.)
“Osamu!”
The world went black.
Silena: Do me a favor? Be sweet to Echo *walking out the cabin 3’s door* She kinda has a crush on you.
Percy: Really? *sitting on his bed, cleaning his sword* I had no idea.
Silena: Of course you didn’t…boys never do.
Percy: *watches her leave before snorting*
Echo: *rushes out of his bathroom, blotchy red* Shut up!
Percy: *laughs*
Percy: Aye, important question for our friendship. When you go to the movie theater, do you ask for extra butter?…or regular butter?
Echo: Eh?
Percy: …Or no butter?
Luke: I put skittles- not skittles…m&m with the popcorns
Percy: Alright, I’m gonna remove Luke from the chat…
Luke: Hold on please-
*Luke is throw into the lake*
Echo/Nico: *laughter*
Echo: You didn’t give the man a chance to explain himself!
Percy: Hahaha
Nico: *snorts* For real hahaha
I had a person come up to the counter today, look at my badge and go, "You're not [insert stereotypical male name here].
Which, yeah, right, true, technically, I'm not, I had the wrong badge. I forgot mine at home, and I used my coworker's one. It was the only one available and it had "[male name], he/him".
(Side note, I so so so love that our badges have pronouns on them, it's so nice! Another side note, I go by they/them most of the time, but I don't mind he/she/ze or any other pronouns)
And, usually, gender is a concept I don't have the time or brain capacity to consider. It doesn't really matter for me personally, I know I appear feminine, and I don't have a problem with customers referring to me by she/her. I mean, sure, it's nice if they look at my badge, see "Cork, they/them" and refer to me by it, but honestly, the amount of fucks I give about random people using wrong pronouns is zero.
But this person at the counter just, I dunno. Looked like they wanted a fight. And the shop was empty, and I was bored, so I was like
You know what? Sure, let's do this. It's probably the only entertainment I'm gonna have today, might as well make it as confusing as possible. Because I love to watch the world burn, sue me.
So I go, "I actually am."
"But you don't look like [male name]!"
Been there, done that, "What do I look like, then?"
Stutter. "I don't know, but you're not [male name]!"
Okay, we're just repeating ourselves now, sure, "Then who am I?"
"NOT [male name]!!! Why are you wearing a badge that has a wrong name?!"
And it was at this moment that a brilliant thought crossed my mind. So I smile, cute and nice and pretty, and I go, "Because I stole it."
"You what?"
"I stole this name from the one who had it, and now he has no name and I get to have it. Now, can I have your name for this order?" And I extend a hand to them, like asking to put something in there, because I'm now committing to the bit. All while looking them in the eyes and keeping the smile.
They ended up leaving without ordering anything, but they also didn't speak to me after that, so that's a win, overall. And the manager laughed at that, so I'm not even in trouble.
The moral of the story? When in doubt, play by the fae rules.
I didn't even lie, technically speaking.
COOL MAN😎😎
wally and dick doodle bc I love them and experimenting with outfits
Hermione: I wonder what would happen if the The Sacred 28 just…disappears
Ron: *mindlessly* We’ll all die a horrible death.
Hermione: *is confusion*
Ron: And the streets will be run by magical creatures. They’ll be screaming like it’s the end of the world. Yelling about “monsters” and the devil was coming to saw their legs off. Totally unhinged.
Hermione:
Ron: They’ll be like dogs without horses. They’ll be running wild.
Draco: *being a brat* Oh look, it a she-weasley. Red hair, fr-
Ginny: *doesn’t spare him a glance as she runs by him* Oh look, it a dumb bitch who can't tie his shoes.
Draco: *flabbergasted* E-excuse me?! Once my father-
Ron: Your father couldn't find his way out a paper bag *jumps over his head to catch his sister* Ginny, back off! It my day to be with Harry!
Ginny: *farther down the hall, cackling* Suck it bitch!
Draco: *taken back, confused but still trying to gain his footing* I-I'll have you know, my father and I are part of-
George: *pops out from Draco’s right side* You guys aren't even that high on the pure-blood list
Fred: *pops up from the left* On either list to be exact.
Twins: *takes off placing bets on their younger siblings*
Draco: *fumbling for the last word* How dare-
Percy: *speed walking past to get his siblings* Oh hush child of the ninth branch of the 18th house. You're in the presence of the fourth branch of the 10th house
Pansy: *facepalms*
Wally, walking into the kitchen: is something burning?
Dick, leaning seductively against the counter: just my desire for you
Wally: the toaster is on fire.
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How does one link? Asking for a fiend. Ao3 @JonoDragonPrimeCan I do an ask blog? Hmmm...
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