#odad

chuffnut.

velvet from my fic lucky rabbit's foot where an already transitioned version of jax scans herself into the circus. started second guessing the button being a heart, but the point is she's a bit more feminine than she'd like to be because of the way caine builds bodies

also! small drawing of riley from @maddolphin777 's fic of a similar premise but set a bit further down the timeline

It's pretty short, but I like it anyway. <3 Posted about this on my tik tok :3

Trigger Warning for Su1c1dal ideation mention.

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"Hey Odasaku, nice night tonight isn't it?" Dazai asked, sitting alone at a bar counter housing three drinks with only one to finish them all. "Figured you'd wanna get me a drink for my birthday, so I came here." Dazai smiled, but the joy from his eyes had all but faded. 

Earlier that day, he'd received gifts from various parties. Atsushi got him a new brooch, Kunikida gave him a note book of his own to write down his thoughts, and even Chuuya dropped off a gift at his door. But now, as the night wore thin and his birthday had a measly hour left it felt like none of that mattered. 

Raising a small taste of alcohol to his lips he pulled out the matchbox he'd kept on him all those years. "You know.. I'm gonna be older than you today.." He forced a laugh, "Crazy isn't it Odasaku?" Playfully the brunette tapped his glass against the placeholders for Odasaku and then Ango's. 

"It's really too bad I haven't found an effective method of su1c1de to join you yet, but I suppose that's alright." He whispered, "I'll keep this up for you just a little longer, take care of a few more orphans." He paused. Fuck that hurt a lot more to say than he was anticipating. Admitting to himself that he was staying alive for his friend who was now younger than him stung worse than the alcohol burning down his throat. 

Before Dazai knew it he was having a hard time staring at either of the drinks in front of him, not Ango's, not Oda's, nor his own. His eyes were rapidly blurring, and the now 29 year old felt sick to his stomach. "Miss you." He whispered. 

"Miss you too, Dazai." A voice seemingly spoke from nowwhere, "Happy Birthday, enjoy yourself a little for me, will you?" 

Dazai's head whipped around to see nothing, obviously it was all in his subconscious. But that was enough, because at the very least he'd received some sort of birthday wish from the friend he'd held in his arms all those years ago. 

"I will." Osamu's voice shook, "Thanks.." He took in a sharp breathe before speaking again and holding himself tightly. 

A run in with an old friend leaves Marja struggling with past decisions and future plans.

 Marja bites her tongue and forces herself to focus. None of this is Gorim’s fault, she knows; he has always been unerringly loyal. He truly was the only one to stand for the truth of her innocence, and Marja treasures dedication that now more than ever. “And you, my friend. You’ve truly no idea how much I’ve missed you.” She hesitates, as an idea begins to form in her mind. “You know, could still come with us.” “I can’t-” “You may not be able to fight, but I have always valued you as an advisor. I have treaties that will grant us access to Orzammar. When I make my return, I intend to take back what was stolen- so come with me. Be my Second once more, at least in title. Let us restore our names together. I may not be able to erase your injury, but I can give you back your House.” She expects excitement from Gorim at this offer. She expects the steadfast resolve she once knew so well. But Gorim just looks away with overcast eyes, and a terrible premonition settles over Marja’s shoulders even before he starts to speak. “Do not ask this of me.” His voice is quiet, but heavy. “Please. I have a new life here. It’s a simple life, I know, but- I’m happy. Far happier than I ever imagined I could be. Happier than I could have been, back in Orzammar.” “Happy? Here?” Marja repeats, scathing in a way she can’t prevent, because the very idea is ridiculous. That Gorim has made a life out of his circumstances- she can accept that. But she is offering him a chance to go back to the lives they both lost. How could he refuse?

The Wardens infiltrate Denerim and track down the home of the scholar Genitivi- but what they find there may leave them with more questions than answers.

Marja already knows something strange is going on with Weylon when he keeps dancing around her questions. She’s never met a scholar who didn’t leap at the chance to wax poetic over their research, but this one hasn’t been able to give her a single straight answer. Intent on cornering him into revealing more, she begins sharpening her observations, pointing out his inconsistencies, all with the aim of keeping her suspicions subtle until he slips up.

Then Darvis kicks open the far door, and in a loud voice demands, “Wanna talk about the corpse you’ve got stashed back here?”