life is still mean

The Reaper and The Demon

A Soukoku AU, with elements from the Kuroshitsuji universe, featuring GrimReaper!Dazai and Demon!Chuuya. (This is a fic idea that @glitterberry and I came up with.)

Even after becoming a grim reaper, Dazai still couldn’t find any meaning to life, until a certain encounter with Chuuya changes his perspective.

Category: Varies depending on the route/ending.

“Watanabe Kaito. Born 19th of December 1987. Died in a train wreck on the 13th of February, 2010. Remarks, none… ugh, how boring!” Dazai Osamu whined as he headed off to the direction where he’s supposed to collect another soul. That’s what he has been doing for the last six decades, and yet he still couldn’t understand even a bit how ‘observing people’s deaths’ is supposed to make him repent for ending his own life.

“This is so ridiculous! Death is supposedly the end of all existence, yet those who willingly come to it are denied of the nonexistence it brings about.” Even the cinematic records that he used to be the source of his entertainment had long lost their appeal. As he saw more of other people’s lives, the stronger his convictions about the meaninglessness of life grew.

However, the sight that welcomed him as soon as he entered the next railcar gave him another perspective on ‘life’. That wasn’t the first time he encountered the notorious Nakahara Chuuya, in fact he would even dare say they’re quite acquainted with each other, considering all the times they had let each other off the hook. Even so, that had been the first time he saw the demon like that; feasting on multiple souls all at once, a manic grin on his diabolic but alluring features.

Normally, grim reapers would feel enraged and find such spectacle to be repulsive, but that wasn’t the case for Dazai. Watching Chuuya feast has blessed him with something that not even an eternity of being a grim reaper could possibly achieve— for in an instant, the demon has redefined 'life’ for him.

“Interesting… very interesting indeed…” Chuuya’s snickering brought the young reaper back to reality. He half-heartedly assumed a defensive stance with his death scythe.

“I always knew you reapers are a boring, stupid bunch, but for one to be this curious…” In the blink of an eye, the demon closed the distance between them, effortlessly knocking off his death scythe. Cold black claws wrapped around his neck, and he couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle over the 'warm’ greeting.

“Maybe you’re just one lazy fucktard, but this has to be the first time a reaper just DREAMILY watched me devour that many souls,” Chuuya remarked as he traced Dazai’s jawline with a claw. The strangely ticklish sensation brought about by the gesture has caused the reaper to flush.

“I can’t help it,” he replied as he brought up a hand to give the claws wrapped around his neck a mild squeeze. “I’m so envious. Even filthy demons have it so much better.”

“So now, not only do I think I may have fallen in love with a demon, but I’m also curious: what does life, a soul, taste like?”

The demon tightened his grip over the reaper’s neck. “Why, thank you. Too bad your compliment doesn’t change the fact that you’ve already emptied out the adjacent railcar of souls.”

“Souls… say, if I feed you enough souls, will you…will you turn me into a demon?”

Bewilderment washed over the demon’s expression upon hearing the reaper’s question, and his grip loosened a bit. “Are you for real? Do you even know what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m serious. I’m making a contract with you,” Dazai firmly stated, maintaining his gaze on Chuuya’s menacing azure ones, unfazed.

“I want to know what souls taste like. I want to have a taste of life.”

The demon let go of him altogether and walked away from him, pacing back and forth as he contemplated the reaper’s request. After a few moments of deliberation, he faced him once again.

“Very well… I have made my decision.”

Thank you for reading!

This serves as some sort of a prologue/introduction, from which three routes/endings will be based from.

  • Normal Ending: Angst.
  • Smutty Ending: Angst with suggestive content.
  • Happy Ending: Fluff.

Also, the endings have been scheduled to be posted every Wednesday.

Okay I mean everyone acts like Priyanka Maheswaran is an overprotective helicopter mom for not wanting her 12 year old daughter to learn swordfighting and go up against a bunch of functionally immortal rock aliens in combat but if I found out all that stuff along with the fact that some pasty lanky ass shellfish lady was teaching my daughter that her life meant nothing and she should sacrifice everything for a 14 year old boy I’d storm down to the temple and kick Pearl’s ass myself

This show was probably the best night of my life. I truly mean that. My cheeks STILL hurt so much from laughing. I yelled so much I know my throat will probably hurt tomorrow; but it was worth it. This is THE most creative, funny, and welcoming event that I’ve ever been to. I can’t stress enough how much fun this show is, and I honestly can say there wasn’t one thing I didn’t enjoy. I can’t thank the wonderful people that put this show together enough for proving a truly unforgettable experience. @markiplier, @crankgameplays, and @lordminion, you all mean way more to me than I could ever say, and I’m so honored to say I saw your wonderful show. Thank you.

I’m happy that you’re happy… really I am. You’ve moved on with your life… things are falling into place for you…
And even though it meant letting me go in the process, I’m glad you found happiness. Sometimes I even have moments in my own life where I’m happy too…
But it doesn’t mean I don’t still wish things were different…
It doesn’t mean I don’t wish we could have been happy together.
  • me, 50% of the time: i should really focus on my german
  • me, the other 50% of the time: i want to learn all the languages!!!1!1!1
Why does it hurt so much?

It’s been a week now, and it still hurts.  The doping scandal from Viktor’s point of view, that is.  It was so much worse than Yuuri’s side of the story.  And I have a lot of ideas as to why this is, so if you’re interested, here goes.  

  1. We knew what was coming.  This meant there was the whole of the first half of the chapter to build up the tension for the inevitable misery.  All of the nice things that happened between them were so bittersweet, because we knew where this chapter was going to end.  With Yuuri’s side of the story we never had that- we were hopeful about them working things out right up to the point when it all went wrong.
  2. Viktor knew what he almost had.  Yuuri was never certain- in fact he didn’t even suspect Viktor’s feelings for him were anything much at all until much later.  It’s a bit abstract for him, because he wasn’t sure Viktor was interested in taking things further- in fact he’d braced himself for rejection, which was why he never quite plucked up the courage to tell Viktor about his feelings (which he was certain were not reciprocated to the extent he felt about Viktor).
  3. Viktor was so close to getting what he’d dreamed of for years.  It was bad for Yuuri, of course, but he’d only known his feelings for Viktor for a few weeks.  All the little things Viktor had so desperately wanted had started to happen- Yuuri kissing him whilst cuddling in bed, saying his name during sex, and so on.  And then it all gets snatched away.
  4. Viktor had let himself hope again.  He’d had hopes of his and Yuuri’s relationship before, and they’d been dashed and he got hurt and closed himself off.  And over time, he slowly started to hope again, he was taking so many baby steps… until it all fell apart.
  5. Viktor is the one left behind.  Yuuri got to make the decision to walk away.  Viktor was the one left behind, powerless to do anything, not even able to apologise.
  6. Viktor messed up.  He’s left feeling guilty.  Really guilty, and sorry, and generally bad.  He knows he hurt Yuuri in the past and he knows how much it affected Yuuri (and indeed, therefore, their whole relationship) but he never got to the bottom of what, exactly, started this whole thing.  And at this point in his story it looks like he probably never will. So now he’s hurt Yuuri again he’s going to feel guilty, not to mention worried that they will never be able to get past this.
  7. Viktor is completely broken by what happens.  At the end of his version of the chapter, Yuuri is hurt, yes, but still trying to process everything that’s happened.  It’s not until he gets home that he finally breaks down.   And even then it lacks the intensity of Viktor’s feelings… for all the reasons already given).

To conclude:  The Big Talk can’t come soon enough.  This angst is a lot to cope with, even for me!


here comes M-O 

yeah he has a design sheet

he doesnt get paid enough for the things he has to deal with. and by not enough I mean not at all. somebody bring him to somewhere he can slack off a bit

[My family, eating in a restaurant. A kid walks past our table in a Star Wars “Rebels Have More Fun” T-Shirt]
Me: That shirt is inaccurate. Rebels don’t have more fun. No one in Star Wars has more fun than Sheev. I mean, that guy is living his dreams. 
My Husband: Exactly. Everyone else is mostly watching their friends die and getting betrayed and crying all the time.
Me: It’s like they never even saw Return of the Jedi. I know he dies in that one, but come on. Sidious is having a BALL right up until the minute he he gets chucked into the abyss. 

  • Jess: Why did you drop out of Yale?!
  • Rory: *goes back to Yale*
  • Jess: You should write a book!
  • Rory: *starts writing immediately*
  • Me: *incoherent sobbing*

save him.