well the last time I watched Yugioh was I was maybe 7 and I don't think I watched past season like, 3, and with absolutely a half-remembered context of who people are I am now heavily invested in TPOFATGIF and have maybe read it all twice in 2 days. Absolutely love your writing and now I need to go look up Egyptian mythology again.
Anyways if you take silly questions about your characters, how would they all react to the choice of fighting 100 duck sized horses, or one horse sized duck?
lmao thank you
2. The "go take a break every 100K warnings are in there for a reason, please take care of yourself?
3. Egyptian Mythology is only going to be so helpful, I'm intentionally misinterpreting several mythologies for comedic effect but it might help you spot a few twists.
4. The 100 duck-sized horses vs 1 horse-sized duck debate has several factions:
Dude, they're horses, and tiny. You could herd them with a towel : Tristan, TK, Duke, Rebecca, Yami, both Shadis, Rex Raptor, and Ishizu Ishtar
Anything Duck-Sized is Puntable and I am SO GOOD at punting things: Mai Valentine, Yami Marik
I am SO GOOD at punting things but I desire to enter the halls of Valhalla, so I choose the giant duck for glorious combat: Téa, Serentity
WHY ARE YOU PUNTING THE ANIMALS CAN'T WE ALL BE FRIENDS???: Marik Ishtar, Weevil Underwood
The horse sized duck is gonna be a tough fight but I'm experienced in combat/Berzerker levels of Hangry/technically immortal and if I win I get several hundred pounds of duck meat and duck is DELICIOUS: Odion, Joey, Bakura
Every Horse I've ever met has nearly killed me, I'm trying my odds with the duck (I am completely delusional about my odds vs a horse-sized duck): Seto
I'm really short and animals are REALLY MEAN so I'm not participating: Mokuba, Yugi
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“Safe, loved and found”
[Dazai x reader]
Imagine Dazai listening to you singing in a bar, his favourite bar.
The way he keeps sipping his drink but his eyes sneakily look at you, radiating under a small chandelier on top, sat on a high chair and singing your soul out.
Imagine Dazai saying that you’re his delight and that he finds serentity when he listens to you.
When he was in the Mafia, he’d ravish you with gifts and flowers after every show. He’d kiss your hand gently, giving a smirk then followed with a gentle smile as he looks at you up and down, adoring the little and cute details you put into your look.
There was a time he was absent, quite a long time. It certainly made you worried, but it also made you feel empty. The chair he used to sit on was forever not occupied now, and the compliments, hugs and kisses disappeared with him. His appreciation, support and love died as well did your song.
It didn’t feel the same. Your heart wasn’t singing anymore.
However, not too long ago he came back. You had to blink multiple times and rub your eyes in order to clearly believe what you were looking at.
Dazai had grown beautifully. He had changed in the best way possible. You could point a million things that were different but one thing you noticed were his eyes, much more bright and much more calm.
“My lady, forgive me for missing your lovely shows.”- he says as he greets you with a kiss at the back of your hand.
You thought, not so much has changed after all.
After a brief conversation between you two, it was time to start your music. However, tonight you were feeling more nervous than ever. Before, Dazai was to you just a fan and a dear friend. He’s younger than you and which made you always watch over him as a kid, although it’s just a few years difference in age.
Nonetheless, tonight Dazai was a man in your eyes, a fine one at that. He’s taller, his hair is longer, his body and posture has overtaken you, his voice has depended and there is something different now when he touches you; it sends shivers down your spine.
Clearing your throat, you watch over Dazai being served his usual drink. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, just whispering to yourself: sing for him.
It doesn’t take long for Dazai to be totally captivated by you. If he were to believe that art exists in other places rather than canvas and books, he’d be sure now when he looks at your elegant silhouette. There is a red rose you always wear in your hair; he adores it.
And he knows you do too, that’s why he used to bring you red roses every time he’d come to listen to you sing.
It’s quite interesting in a 3rd point of view because one may wonder, Dazai isn’t really that much into music. But as you might have understood now, dear reader, Dazai was very much into you.
That man gets lost every time you open your mouth and blink towards his direction. His heart finds peace whenever you smile at his jokes and his spirit gets a little bit of hope whenever you say how happy you are to see him. But tonight, he wanted more.
Dazai had missed you, and you did miss him too, a lot, so there was no denying. So he wanted to get closer, he wanted to ask you many questions which were running wild in his head. But this train of thoughts gets interrupted by applauses that make Dazai turn and look around.
The people loved you. He smiles, looking down at his drink with a sense of pride and then taking a quick sip before coming backstage to see you.
“You did great, as always, as serene and beautiful as ever. Got me hooked like the first time, love.”- Dazai says, leaning over the door frame, hands in his pockets. - Others seem to love you too, this place has grown a lot since the last time I came here.”- he continues.
“Yes, but, - you grab him by his collar, making him enter the room, then closing the door behind him. - It was not the same without you.”
“What was different?”- he asks, cupping your cheek.
“I missed you, a lot.”- you touch his hand which was caressing your face, you grab it and lend a kiss.
“I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry.”- he says, his voice lowering. You didn’t want to ask him anything about his disappearance, so you wanted to change the topic.
There is a tension in the silence between you two.
“No flowers for me tonight, huh?”- you smirk, looking at his wonderful eyes. Were they always such a bright shade of brown?
“Oh well, I thought I might offer something better tonight, - he says, scanning your from head to toe, - you know, I’ve been watching you for years, and in my eyes you’ve always been a beautiful woman.”- he explains, grabbing you chin, gently.
“How do you see me now?”- he asks whilst he looks down at you, dark brownish locks of hair falling down his eyes which were travelling all over your face, until they stop at your lips.
“Dazai, - you gulp, taking a deep breath. - no amount of flowers given tonight, or applauses in the room, would compare to what I want from you right now.”
“What is it?”- he says, leaning in and then away. - Say it, or no no even better, sing it.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes: “Oh come on, now that I was thinking what a fine man you’ve become, now you play game-
Before you finish your sentence, Dazai pulls you into a kiss, short and fierce, very flirting and yet innocent and tempting. A wave of excitement drowns your thoughts, making you jump in his arms and kiss him back, passionately, long and dangerously. Your arms revolve around his torso while his are holding you near him by your waist.
The heat, the moment, the wait and the anticipation: everything is too much, and suddenly your clothes are too much and heavy on your body.
The longing for another is no mystery; it makes you cry, fall in love, maybe regret or hope.
You both find yourself in a wonderful bliss, in each others arms, safe, loved and found.
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