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Prompt Request! - Soukoku // Both are home schooled, and they live right next to each other. They started off as just good friends, but then they started going to each other’s houses so often, that they’ll just do their lessons at one house or the other, with each other.

Hello there! I am very sorry that it took me so long since I wrote something. But I had to deal with a writers block and I’m still not completely over it. But I try my best to overcome it with picking up writing again. It’s nothing really special and not very good but I hope you like it anyways D:

note: Home School AU and Fluff. Don’t expect much!
words: 1.040

A long and agonizing sigh escaped pale lips when the brunette young man lied his head down onto the table. Almost everything of his body was hidden under the warm kotatsu and while he was resting his head on the wooden surface, he didn’t bother himself with shoving away the books and papers of his homework. In fact it made lying down even more comfortable.

But when Dazai finally started to enjoy the warmth and dozed slightly, he suddenly got hit by his friend with a stack of papers on his head. A noise of displeasure was heard before the chocolate brown eyes opened again and looked at the fiery redhead next to him, looking at him in a not very amused way.

“Listen shithead. I’m not doing your homework for you, so get your shit done yourself!” Sky blue eyes narrowed as he huffed in annoyance. With a grunt Dazai slowly sat up again and rubbed the back of his head.

“But Chuuya… it’s already afternoon… and your place is always so comfortable. I can’t do anything against it if I get tired.” That was not the best explanation for it and Chuuya knew his best friend was just lazy as fuck if it came to study or doing homework.

It has been a long while since they started to get to know each other. It all started when Dazai moved here in the house next to his own. At first they both didn’t take any notice of the other. Spending their time mostly inside because they both were home schooled by their family. Chuuya always thought that the brown-haired boy was some kind of weird guy. He actually caught him a lot in some kind of situations which could be named ‘suicide-attempts’… but after the first several shocks and being scared to find a dead body next door, it somehow got some routine. And now the blue-eyed student most of the time just rolled his eyes when Dazai tried again to kill himself.

As if he would ever do that.

Well… after those first meetings they noticed that they both were taking private lessons and mostly in similar courses. So somehow they started to come over from time to time to do their studies and homework together.

And that was why Dazai was now almost curling up under his kotatsu and complaining about being productive.

“If you don’t want to study, why are you even here huh?” Chuuya said and turned his attention back to his textbooks, lying in front of him. Sometimes he just tried to ignore his too lazy friend, but on other days it was just not possible. Like… the younger one was really provocating it that he lost his temper sooner or later.
Finally the brunette sat up again and straightened himself before yawning so loudly. Not even bothering to cover his mouth with his hand.
“Because it’s boring to stay alone at home. And it’s much more fun to watch you working hard.”
“Well.. at least I am working! Unlike you. I don’t even understand how you can be that good in all this stuff if you don’t study at all.” The redhead rolled his sapphire blue eyes and tried to ignore his friend. Dazai didn’t answer on his words but what should he even say to that? He didn’t need to study that much because it wasn’t very difficult for him to just remember what the teacher told him. The younger one was good in remembering all of this stuff.
For a long while he just remained silent about it and observed the other. It seemed like Chuuya wasn’t taking any notice of him but that wasn’t true. He could see that little frown on his forehead, how he was pursing his lips lightly. In those moments Dazai more or less noticed how pretty his friend was to be honest. If they would visit a normal school the fiery redhead might be very popular. Or at least he was really sure about this. But still… he wouldn’t want to share him with anybody, so he was quite relieved about the fact that they were always taking their lessons at home. Suddenly another idea propped up in his mind, something which he already thought about a lot of times.

He reached out for the smaller one, long fingers lightly brushing against his cheek bevor taking a hold of his chin. The blue eyes shot almost immediately to the brunette. “What the fuck are you doing, Daza- hn!” Before he was able to finish his words a warm feeling spread of his own lips. Realizing slowly that the other student was had kissed him. Sapphire orbs widened until he found his composure again. With a bit of strength because Dazai was still holding him firmly, he managed to get out of his grasp. His cheek had a light tint of pink and the look in his eyes was something in between confusion and rage. Dazai smiled at him cheekily before supporting his head with one hand, his arm back on the table. “W-what is that supposed to mean now!?” Chuuya, completely forgetting that they wanted to study, felt a little bit too warm around his nose. The feel of the gentle touch and his taste still on his lips.

“Chuuya is really cute when he is getting irritated. That’s why I lov-” The brown-eyed boy suddenly stopped in mid-sentence when the flat side of a book hit his face.

“S-Shut the fuck up, Dazai.” The older one didn’t want to hear any of those words, although he had to admit, that his heart jumped more than it should. “Go back to your fucking homework or I’ll kick you out of my house.” He tried to not look at the other on purpose, because he knew he would see a very wide smile on that wicked face of his best friend. Well maybe not only best friend… “… I like you too.” It was nothing more than a whisper. But it was enough to get heard. Dazai smiling quietly to himself.

He really disliked homework. But doing them together with his beloved shorty was not that bad, because he could spend his time with him.


…and now for something completely different. This is the movie event of the millennium, the highly anticipated sequel to the smash-hit action drama, SPACE DOG. 

I was the resident cinematographer, my brother @nealdanderson plays the ever-intimidating Cyclopticus, with @tuhlohr and @sadcentralstation as the conniving villains, guest-starring youtube sensation Steve Kardynal and a special appearance by @mollyillustrates as the Princess of Space, and last but certainly not least, starring, and directed, written, created and edited by mastermind @joeofnash

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Different special abilities based on character type:

  • Wolf characters automatically draw in rings when near them 
  • Rabbit’s  have longer invincible time after receiving damage 
  • Cats keep one ring after being hit 
  • Dogs restart with five rings after the player dies 
  • Bears blows away enemies with their homing attacks 
  • Birds have double jump abilities 
  • Hedgehog’s collect rings when damage. 

Thank-you to everyone who joined me in my stream~! (All 3 of you!!)
This is for the @lapidot-love’s cover page. I hope it suits them for a long time~!

The objects in the background represent all the things they’ve been through together.

[Ficlet] Nicknames
Pairing: Dazai/Atsushi

“A what?” Atsushi slowly lowered the cup he’d brought to his lips.

Nickname, Atsushi-kun! Nicknames!” Dazai said, happily clapping his hands together and looking at Atsushi with an expectant gleam in his eyes.

“Ah,” Atsushi put down his coffee and picked up his pen again. Hopefully Dazai would leave it alone should he pretend to be busy with this report – which he was – but Dazai only leaned down further, practically hanging over Atsushi where he sat by his desk, innocently performing his duties at the Agency.

“Well, Atsushi-kun? Well?” Dazai pressed on, his tone of voice could only be described as giddy.

Atsushi’s shoulders lowered as he sighed and looked up at the other man. “Honestly, Dazai-san, I don’t really see any need for us to have nicknames for each other.”

Dazai made a sound, sounding vaguely offended, and dramatically put his hand over his heart.

“Atsushi-kun! I’m hurt! A nickname is an important pillar of any relationship!” Here he grabbed Atsushi’s hands to hold them against his chest instead, Atsushi still holding his pen in a loose grip. “Especially since I can’t make you stop with the honorific, these things are super important!”

Atsushi blinked owlishly, for the moment swayed by Dazai’s – dubiously authentic – performance while being relieved they were alone at the office at the same time.

“They are?”

Dazai nodded, encouraged by Atsushi considering the idea he grabbed a chair and sat down, leaning his elbows on the desk while still holding the other’s hands.

“Yes! We’ve been dating for – ah, three months now-“ Dazai stopped and smiled softly at him, Atsushi gave a small smile back, “- and I think we need to take this a step further.”

F-Further? You mean-?”

“Yes, nicknames! So, I’ll go first.”

“Dazai-san, I’m not sure this is necessary-“


Atsushi blinked, then frowned. “What?”

“Darling, honey, cutie pie,” Dazai kept listing names. Atsushi could feel a headache coming. He dragged his hand over his eyes and groaned.

“You’re not making any sense.”

Hmm,” Dazai made that offended noise again and Atsushi felt him taking his other hand – maybe to once again bring it to his chest and proclaim about the foundations of a functioning relationship. Atsushi peeked through his fingers and watched as Dazai elegantly held Atsushi’s hand in front of his own lips. He blew warm air over the skin, and something inside of Atsushi’s stomach fluttered.

Dazai dragged his lower lip over Atsushi’s fingers and then met his eyes. They seemed deep and warm in the sharp light of the afternoon sun.


The butterflies in Atsushi’s stomach turner sharper, he might’ve made a sound because Dazai’s gentle smile crooked; became smug. He leaned closer, close enough for Atsushi to catch the faint fragrance of tea and cologne over the beating of his heart that’d escalated quickly.


“You like that?” Dazai’s voice sounded smooth despite his smile, his eyes twinkled. “Sweetheart?”

A furious blush stretched against his cheeks, Atsushi could feel it. The more it grew the bigger the grin on Dazai’s face widened, and Atsushi felt a strange feeling of losing – what he didn’t know, only that it frustrated him. He tried for a response but could only sputter helplessly.

Dazai chuckled and released his hand. “So that’s it, huh?” He said victoriously.

Atsushi jerked his head up and took hold of Dazai’s hands in a poor imitation of Dazai’s earlier actions. Heart in his mouth Atsushi said with a slightly squeaky but serious voice:

“My love.”

Dazai froze. He looked from their intertwined hands up to Atsushi’s determined face. Unblinking, he opened his mouth, then closed it.

“Well,” Dazai rasped and tried clearing his throat, “that’s it then.”

He got up, strange expression on his face, and then walked towards the exit.

“Dazai? Where are you going?” Kunikida met him in the door, looking up from his bunt of papers at Dazai’s retreating back.

“Oh, nothing. Just going to question the meaning of life!” Dazai answered, his laughter stiff.

What?” Kunikida yelled after him. He turned his head and stared hard at Atsushi. “What happened!?”

Then he stopped and, stupefied, looked down at his papers, “and why am I even acting surprised?

Atsushi groaned and hit his head on the desk.

Things to use as a bookmark:

  • Receipts
  • Clothes labels
  • Dollar bills (especially effective if you love outside the US because when are you going to spend that)
  • Post it notes
  • Scrap pieces of paper
  • Leaflets that got shoved in your face which you were too polite to refuse
  • Train tickets
  • Bus tickets
  • Just any old ticket will do really
  • Playing cards
  • Old birthday / Christmas cards
  • CLEAN tissues
  • Empty sweet packets
  • A bookmark which was actually designed to be a bookmark, if you are one of those rare people who actually knows where they are

Things not to use as a bookmark

  • Hair brushes
  • Your phone (you’ll need that)
  • The dog’s tail (dogs move)
  • A cat’s tail (see above)
  • Pens/pencils (unless it is extremely temporary)
  • Socks (this is weird)
  • Coasters (these are simply not good at this job)
  • Credit cards (YOU NEED THESE)
  • Homework due in the next day
  • Birthday / Christmas cards that need to be sent to someone else
  • Tickets that haven’t been used yet


  • Dog earing the page
Forgive me

Written for @leiascully xf writing challenge: forgiveness

Set after “The Truth”

It rains the first night they’re on the road. The raindrops pelt angrily against the windshield and the wipers do their best to give Mulder a clear view of what’s ahead. Their scratchy movement contributes to the peculiar symphony they’re listening to; their silence, however, is the loudest participant.

Things they want to talk about, really should talk about now after all this time, they’re swallowed in kisses, in moans instead. Here in the car, though, the distance between them seems inexpugnable. Mulder considers taking her hand in his, the need to feel her soft skin against his is almost painful. But he doesn’t reach over. Despite their desperate love making last night, he is not sure where they stand. Their bodies remember each other flawlessly, as if never having been apart. The distant look in her eyes, emotions playing on her face he’s never seen before, they remind him that she lived through a hell he did not walk through himself. Just like his hell is his very own. They’re both burned, but their wounds no longer match.

And Mulder’s secret, he fears, will make it only worse. Cause newer, rawer pain.

His eyes wander over to her small body, slumped in her seat, her head leaning the window. She’s fast asleep, still trusting him enough to know he’ll get them there, wherever, safely.

“Forgive me, Scully,” he mumbles, “I am so sorry.”

The words come easy now knowing she can’t hear them.


“Where are we?” Scully wakes up with the sun, her voice as warm and gentle as the weather.

“We just passed Tucson.” Mulder adjusts his sunglasses, preparing himself for her next question.

“Where are we going, Mulder? Mexico?”

“No.” She waits for him to elaborate, tell her, and he just can’t find the words.

“I’m sorry, Scully. It’s just- let’s just drive, all right?”

She doesn’t answer; she leans her head against the window again, her eyes trained on the bleak landscape surrounding them.

“Don’t be sorry, Mulder. We’re in this together, remember?”

He nods. But she doesn’t know. She just doesn’t know.


They eat at a shabby road side diner, just like in old times. Mulder grins at her remembering mornings and afternoons spent together discussing cases. He misses it. Scully smiles at him softly, nodding to herself as if she, too, wishes they were still these people.

A few miles later Scully tells him to stop.

“You need sleep, Mulder.” She doesn’t offer to drive and he knows she’s right. They check in as Mr. and Mrs. Hale paying in cash with crumpled up bills. The room is clean enough, he figures. Silently he strips down to his boxers as Scully shuts the blinds.

She watches him get comfortable in bed.

“You’re not joining me?”

“You should sleep, Mulder. I’ll be fine.”

“You know, I can behave myself. Come to bed, Scully. I’ll be a gentleman.” She takes off her jacket, her blouse and finally her skirt. Mulder keeps his eyes on her face, determined. His cock betrays him, throbbing gently, tightening his shorts.

“But who says I can behave myself?” She whispers and Mulder lets go, lets her take the reign for the moment. When he comes, her walls clamping down on him, guilt surges through him, reminding him that he doesn’t deserve this. When she kisses him after with a smile on her face, he tastes bitterness.

Her eyes begin to flutter and her breath evens out.

“I love you,” Mulder whispers into the room where the air conditioner gently hums, almost like a lullaby, “I love you so much, Scully.”

There is no answer and he is glad.

“Forgive me, Scully. Forgive me.” And he, too, sleeps.


When Mulder changes the direction north, Scully shoots him a look but stays quiet.

What did they used to talk about on these drives? Mulder doesn’t remember. In his memory, they’re always talking, quarreling. Cases, theories, ideas but nothing he could pinpoint. It was a time before his death, his resurrection. Before there were new partners assigned to find him, to have her back. A time when there was no baby boy; no regrets on either side why he isn’t with them now.

“We could stop in Las Vegas, make it official.”

It’s supposed to be a joke, but Scully’s silence and her somber face tell him it was the wrong thing to say. He doesn’t apologize. Not for this.

As the scenery changes, the mood in the car remains the same.

“I really am sorry, Scully. For all of this.” When she doesn’t answer, he believes she’s asleep again. He doesn’t question her exhaustion, doesn’t ask why.

“Stop apologizing, Mulder. There’s nothing to be sorry for, nothing to forgive.”

“You heard me.”

“I did. It’s just- I sent you away, Mulder. To keep you safe and to… if there’s anyone who should be sorry it should be-“

“No, Scully. Don’t. Just… don’t.”

Silence takes over after this and Mulder feels it deep inside himself; the guilt manifesting itself inside, striking roots. You don’t know, Scully. You don’t know.

She’ll find out soon and then… and then.


They arrive with the sunrise. Orange flames lick at the sky as Mulder steers the car onto the graveled path.

“Where are we?” Scully’s voice is still thick with sleep. She runs her hands through her hair automatically.

“Mulder, where are we?” He stops the car, the house still small there in the distance. Mulder turns to Scully, who stares intently at him. There have been moments like this before in their long partnership; Mulder running off, leaving her with merely a sliver of the truth. Once she did it to him, too. This, he knows, is a different betrayal. One she might not forgive him.

“We’re in Wyoming.” There’s no reaction on her face. She has no idea.

“Scully, I couldn’t, I-…” Mulder trails off; he can’t do this. He starts the car again, Scully’s blue eyes burning into him, never once looking anywhere but his face. It takes maybe another 20 seconds, 30 tops, before the house comes into focus. Scully’s eyes leave him someone walked out the door. Mulder slows down the car and it finally stops in clear sight.

“Mulder…” He doesn’t recognize the emotion in Scully’s voice. He listens to the click of her seat belt, the soft close of the car door as she steps out. The woman on the porch holds her baby tightly, fastening her grip involuntarily.

Mulder takes a deep breath. He couldn’t have told her. He doesn’t have the words for it. Opening the car door, soft air hits him, reminds him of a place somewhere, of something he can’t put his fingers on. The baby kicks gently, like happy children do when they’re excited, and Mulder looks at his son for the first time in over a year.

“Mulder, why…” Scully’s voice breaks.

“Forgive me, Scully.” He pleads.

He needs her to forgive him because he can’t let go, can’t forgive himself and partly her, for giving up. For giving up their son.

“We’re taking our son home.” He says, determination in his voice. 

All that time I review the BSD ending, I think about... Just look.

Here Atsushi sinks among the darkness, water column doesn’t transmit light. Darkness — his thoughts, his past, his fears and his complexes, his self-flagellation. And he sinks in it, he sinks because he can’t change anything. He sinks because he thinks he is useless.

And here the Dazai’s hand. He touches Atsushi’s forehead, and look. Darkness recedes. Fears, despair, loneliness — all of this goes away. Here becomes light. Peace and tranquility are in Atsushi’s head, and all because of Dazai. And I’m not talking about his ability, I’m talking about himself. About his personality.

This is the best impersonation the way Dazai affects Atsushi, isn’t it? He gets rid of Atsushi’s fears, lets the light in the kingdom of intrusive darkness, vile thoughts immediately retreat.

Recall even chapter 25, where Dazai really helps Atsushi wake up from painful thoughts which suddenly revived with all the strength in his head. He gives Atsushi a slap and says the right words, standing on knees like Atsushi does. Dazai is not above Atsushi. Dazai is together with Atsushi.

And here Atsushi reaches for Dazai’s hand, so gently and tenderly, as if Dazai is a ray of light in his life.

Isn’t it so?

Furthermore, did you hear the lyrics of this ending song?

“Whenever you’re darkened by sadness and your tears overflow…
 Whenever your heart floods with loneliness and begins to waste away..
 I’ll call out a name: your name;
Just as you once called out mine”.

These words are playing right in that moment when Atsushi sinks and Dazai touches his forehead.

After that I just can’t believe that Dazai doesn’t care about Atsushi and doesn’t make him feel confident and…


Maybe I’m just a fujoshi, but my heart beats faster when I see them together ^^ Don’t hit me /)т_т(\