"average casino owner commits one act of terrorism a year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average casino owner commits 0 acts of terrorism per year. Sigma, who lives in sky & commits over 10,000 acts of international terrorism each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.
Imagine there’s a virus in BSD that doesn’t really impact the body at all, except for in the case of ability users. Then it just makes their abilities go haywire
It rarely if ever results in anything actually dangerous. It just means that Chuuya can’t stop floating off the ground every few minutes. Rashōmon is constantly branching off of Akutagawa’s coat and doing its own thing.
Kunikida isn’t allowed to touch paper until he’s recovered. Multiple pens and one unlucky stapler got flung across the office by a stronger-than-usual Kenji. Atsushi has a tail that won’t go away.
Since the virus doesn’t affect normal people, nobody ever bothered to develop a vaccine for it, so everyone with an ability just has to deal with it whenever it goes around every couple years or so
Concept: Atsushi using Kunikida’s notebook to keep a journal of sorts.
He was hesitant to write in it at all given how important it is to Kunikida.
But he figured that when… if he returns that Kunikida would want to be updated about what’s been going on.
And he’d want it to be in his notebook.
The entries are always short because Kunikida always valued efficiency and Atsushi would hate to take up more room than he already has.
He always has the date and time clearly titled above before summarising the events thus far. His own thoughts bleed through the pages, his worries and his fears and his hopes.
As if he’s writing letters to the great beyond knowing they will probably never be read. He tries to imagine what Kunikida would reply to each one.
How Dazai would be grinning over his shoulder and tear it out of his hands to read. How they’d argue for hours and still give him all the advice he needs.
He apologises to no one when his tears stain the pages.
At some point Atsushi is able to access the now boarded up and abandoned Agency office. His hand shakes as he makes a note about medications Yosano’s had in stock that have expired and need replacing.
He spends 2 days just scrubbing the place like he was back in the orphanage. There’s no electricity so Atsushi makes a note that’ll need paying as he grabs a dustpan and sweeps.
He takes inventory and makes to do lists about what needs doing and uses the numbers Kunikida wrote down. The names and contacts of cleaners and builders who had always aided them when things go wrong.
They only ever pick up to scream at Atsushi for being a monster and to never call again. He neatly crosses them out and writes “I’m sorry” under each one.
He reads the older pages before bed. Old to do lists and ideals and principles and a schedule that was always so organised at erratic at the same time.
He falls asleep thinking of better days in a room that’s not his dorm and lays the notebook beside him.
Telling Kunikida, wherever you are…goodnight.
all of tumblr: we fucking hate bots
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peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it
hey americans there is a recall on testosterone gel because they found benzene in it! please check the lot numbers on your batches, benzene is really not something you want to be rubbing into your skin, also you might be eligible for compensation because this is just insane what the fuck
i don’t think the second-hand embarrassment from dazai telling chuuya he loved him and then promptly getting rejected will ever go away
Browsed for years but never joined til 2023, bird, vocaloid, and bsd/apothecary diaries nerd, 22 she/they. Mostly just repost a bunch of shit.
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