#zai writes

[sweetwhitechoco]

Some of the stuff I discovered while re-watching Sonic Prime.. what are those?

Keep in mind that these odd figures (statues?) only appeared in the Shatterspace of No Place, and only in episodes 7 and 8 of the first season. I don't think they'd make a major appearance, they just stood out to me in that area. Idk. 🤷🏻‍♀️

EDIT; one of the comments mentioned that these statues originated from Sonic Frontiers! They're a cameo from a puzzle in the game, and this is how they looked like there:

Mystery solved, I guess. xD

(Shoutout to @estellardreams , thank you! ^^)

[sweet-cynical-writer]

Author's Notes: Hello!! I am here to just post this little drabble I wrote while just listening to music and letting my mood take control of the keyboard. It's been SO LONG! So forgive me if it's not up to par with my late works. (；ω；)

Word count: 824.

Genre: Started out as a Fluff, but now it's an Angst. ( ￣▽￣)

Trigger Warnings: Mild blood, slight gore, hinted kidnapping, I guess.

ON THE RUN - Port Mafia Dazai Osamu

“Hey. Hey, I think I know who you are.”

His voice was easily overtaken by the pitter patter of rain. A steady rainfall coming down just enough to make puddles. Enough to drown out someone's voice from afar. He continued to speak while taking small strides— the last thing he wanted was to frighten you. 

You walk aimlessly. Your steps are lazy and lack direction. Something weighed heavy on your mind. It wasn't a good day, you reminded yourself while you stepped deep into a puddle of water harshly. Your shoes are soaked.

“Wait! W-wai—” 

He stopped. A sudden wall was in his way of catching up to you. 

“How irritating..” 

His first instinct was to slowly pull out his gun. That alone would send people screaming and running. But not them. And when he loaded his gun and took his aim with one hand, something stopped him. His blood suddenly turned to ice. His dark brown eyes slightly widened. 

“You haven't changed. You said you would leave this place.” 

He scowled at the man before him. Someone who he once had called a partner. His friend. 

“Shut up. It doesn't concern you whether or not I decided to leave.”

The man smiled painfully. His eyes held sorrow and pity on the man he so often viewed as a damaged child.

“I told you it didn't matter in the end… to be good. Why.. did you go back on your word?”

A warning shot was fired just past his ear. His face hot, cheek stinging in pain from such a small, superficial wound.

“I made my decision. You're in my way. I suggest moving aside.”

“It's not too late.” 

He held both arms up with open palms facing Dazai. 

There was another gunshot. Just one. Then the only sound that remained was the light drizzle of rain hitting the pavement. 

“Bullshit. I was damned before you even met me.” 

He pressed on. A heavy weight now on his back as he picked up the pace to catch up once more. There you were. Waiting at a bus stop that was clearly long out of service for the night.

“Finally.. there you are.”

He caught his breath and gave a weak smile before it quickly faded to dismay. 

You held onto both crutches tightly through the rain making it troublesome. Your left leg in a boot that was soaked from the rain. Left wrist bandaged and you had two stitches above your left eyebrow.

“..What are you doing here? How did you find me?”

It wasn't out of fear. Not anger. It was a concern. Worried. You noticed blood on him but you knew better than to think he got injured. 

“Who—”

“No one.”

He quickly cut you off. It didn't matter how many times you asked anyway. Dazai hardly ever told you who he got involved with let alone who he killed.

His hand reached out to cup your cheek. Cold rough hands caressed you and oddly enough it was warmer than the sun. But his eyes were cruel, bloodthirsty. Searching for something, someone to blame for your current state.

“It was—”

“I know. Don't say another word. I don't want to ruin the moment.”

You both went quiet. And as he continued to stroke your cheeks, you couldn't help but feel at peace. The deadliest man alive was right in front of you, and you didn't flinch whatsoever. 

He towered over you, his face leaned in to hover above your shoulder as he spoke in a low voice.

“No one can stop me. You know that already. It doesn't matter who or how many.”

Dazai exhaled heavily. This was clearly something he had been waiting for a long time to say. His breath is warm and tickling your ear. 

“ This game of cat and mouse is over. I won. I always win. And now, I'm going to claim what's rightfully mine.”

You swallowed hard. It was bound to happen. The inevitable. How stupid you were to think you could beat Dazai. You should've seen it from a mile away when he gave you such a big head start. But you tried to take him for a fool.

“The best way to trick a fool is to let the fool think he's tricking you.”

He said with snark, grinning. Dazai pushed you to sit down on the bench. It didn't take much to make you fall. Your heart was racing but you refused to break your poker face.

“You don't react like the others. That's interesting.” 

Dazai reached out to pull up strands of your hair, letting it fall through his fingers, strand by strand. Like playing with a doll. 

All you could do was watch as a small smile formed when he played with your hair. 

“It's too bad you're in such bad condition. But, I suppose it's a good change of pace. I've hardly had the chance to keep one alive before.”

[zaiban2989]

@nightmarebunnyking so this is for you 💚 I couldn't fit the whole class A knowing because it turned out to be more angtsy than what I initially planned 🤦🏽‍♀️ but I hope you'll enjoy it anyways!

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"You're doing it again."

It's Katsuki. Of course it's him. He's been spending most nights in the other's room.

"Sorry," comes the soft whisper, although he knows for a fact the other boy isn't sorry at all, "I can't help it."

Katsuki lets out a small noise, between a sigh and a laugh - honestly he's not even sure anymore - he's used to it by now. They've been doing this for a month. Lying together in bed at night, just to feel close to each other.

Izuku and Katsuki in the same room, let alone the same bed. Sometimes he mentally snarls at this. His old-self would have rejected that image with all his might. Now? He still can't say it out loud, but he knows he would not have it any other way.

The war had finally ended, yet it left such scars on both Izuku and him, it was a miracle they still functioned the way they did.

"I know. I'm here, idiot."

He brings his right hand on top of Izuku's, squeezing it slowly. Izuku's hand is soft, resting on his bare chest, warming his skin and his heart at the same time. It's cheesy as fuck, he knows it, but he doesn't care. Just like the little nerd with him, he needs to know it's there.

"Can't sleep?", he mutters to the green haired boy.

It's a stupid question really, but right now he wants to hear Izuku's voice.

"Not really," he answers softly, "I keep seeing it whenever I close my eyes."

Katsuki doesn't ask what Izuku sees. He knows, and it makes him feel like shit all over again. He tightens his grip on the smaller hand placed on his chest. It hurts to think about it. It hurts to think about how it must have been for the other. He still can't bring himself to talk about it with him. He needs to, they both do, but they never say anything. They're not ready. Katsuki knows it, Izuku knows it.

So it comes as a shock when he suddenly hears "You died..."

It's only a whisper, so soft he's not even sure Izuku actually said it aloud, but he's certain of it when he starts feeling the other's body slowly shaking next to him.

"Izu-", he starts before realising his voice is breaking. Fuck, he thinks, keep it together you moron.

He slowly grabs the wrist on his chest, turning himself slightly to the side in the process as he pulls the shorter boy in a hug. Katsuki hears a small surprise squeak from the green haired nerd, but he doesn't care. They both need this right now. Fuck, if not now then when?, he thinks. He keeps his embrace tight, his hand shifting to Izuku's back as he strokes it absentmindedly. Izuku's hair is in his face, tickling his nose a little, but he pays it no mind. He actually likes it. He actually wishes it could be like this all the time. But Izuku is sobbing against him, and it's fucking him up.

"I'm sorry", he says in a breath. He doesn't know what else to say. He doesn't how to say it.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone when you needed me the most? I'm sorry I didn't wait for you to be back to fight Shigaraki? I'm sorry I fucking exploded my own heart trying to kill the dude before you got there?" How the fuck was he supposed to even say all of this and not have Izuku feeling guilty about it all over again.

"I'm never leaving again."

Katsuki feels a small nod of acknowledgement against his chest. He feels the wetness of Izuku's tears against his scar and the hand gripping his shoulder tightly as if he might disappear any moment.

"I'm never leaving again, Izuku", he says again, this time louder. Another nod. Katsuki sighs then pushes his childhood friend slightly away from him. His hand finds its way to Izuku's chin, lifting it up slowly so he can meet the watery gaze of the other boy.

"You're stuck with me now, stupid nerd."

He sees more than hears the small sobby laugh Izuku lets out, and he smirks a little himself. Before the green haired boy can say something again, Katsuki brings his face closer to his and seals his new promise with a soft kiss.

It's not their first, of course, but it always feels like it is. His lips lingers for a while on Izuku's warm ones before breaking away to stare at shiny emerald eyes. Izuku's cheeks are pink but he's smiling at him. Like always, Katuski feels this painful but warm pang in his heart. He's so fucked, honestly, but he really can't give a shit. He'd go through this kind of roller coaster every night for the rest of his life if it means he can see Izuku smiling at him like that.

He brings the smaller boy against him in a tight embrace, letting out a content sigh when he feels Izuku's hands wrapping around him. Well, one hand really. The right one stays on Katsuki's chest, where it belongs.

They don't say anything anymore, there's no need for it. They'll stay like this until morning, making sure the other is still here.

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I'm sorry if it sucks... I haven't written anything in years 🫥

[sweetwhitechoco]

So, that trailer for Sonic Prime batch 3 got me in a brainrot again. You might see some sketches from me in the near future, Aaa- I'm super excited! xD

Nonetheless, I wanted to share my thoughts on the last few seconds here as well.

The color is green here, but this isn't Boscage Maze. I think it looks more like Ghost Hill. Maybe a barely functioning one..

If we look closely, it has the same shape as its gateway. Earlier in the trailer we saw the place basically destroyed. What do you all think happened to make it reappear like.. that?

[sweetwhitechoco]

I keep having dreams of Sonic Prime S3's first episode, and I'm not able to watch the first few minutes without being interrupted mid-dream or get jolted awake.

I already wrote my oneshot on that, and thought it would leave my mind since then, but apparently not.

This is the third time this week, and dreams of Sonic have been happening since I first started watching this show last June/July. But particular dreams like this were coming and going for a few months already.

I'm not hyperfixated.. am I?

[sweet-cynical-writer]

Can you maybe write dazai x chuuya in an amusement park?

i really love your posts:)

Author's note: Thank you so much!! I appreciate your kind words~♡

Word count: 428

Writing prompt: Soukoku Amusement park date

"Really? Is this necessary you shitty Dazai?" Chuuya growled while rolling his eyes so hard he was sure they would pop out of their sockets.

"Come on Chuu-Chuu~ it'll be fun! The amusement park is only here for the weekend. I already bought the tickets so we can spend some quality time together as—"

Chuuya quickly slapped the palm of his hand over Dazai's mouth to shut him up. "D-don't you dare say it!!" His cheeks were flushed pink in embarrassment. "There are people around dammit."

The burnette grinned mischievously and nodded in agreement to have Chuuya remove his hand. "Good. Then let's go already. I don't want to be out here too long."

"As you wish for my sweet…boyfriend." Dazai cackled when Chuuya quickly whipped around to throw a high kick that was instinctively blocked by Dazai's arm.

The two of them walked together but not necessarily too close to draw attention. For Chuuya's sake but to be honest, no one was really paying attention to the two.

The day was spent riding different rollercoasters, taking breaks playing games that Chuuya would easily win manipulating gravity to his advantage.

"Ooh Chuuya! I want to ride the ferris wheel to finish our date." Dazai was pointing out the large ferris wheel luminating against the night sky.

"Oh no. That's ridiculous. It doesn't even go fast, it's slow and it looks like a dumb ride for couples to—" Chuuya suddenly stopped in his tracks when he felt Dazai's mischievous grin on him again.

"What? What were you going to say Chuuuuya~?" Dazai said in a sing-song voice. He was obviously teasing and baiting Chuuya hard.

"You…" Chuuya began furiously red in the cheeks now. "Whatever! Let's just get it over with!" He grabbed Dazai's hand and stomped over to the line for the ferris wheel.

The two of them entered the enclosed seating area of the ferris wheel and the operator had them sent up a few rounds before the ride had them stopped at the very top. The view of the skyline was breathtakingly beautiful and Chuuya actually cracked a smile.

"This…is actually really nice. Dazai, I—" He turned to face Dazai and suddenly their lips met. Softly pressing against each other sensually, Dazai grasped the back of Chuuya's head to hold him there for a moment before pulling away.

Chuuya looked at Dazai, stunned for a moment. "How dare you steal a kiss from me like that!" But he had a smirk along his lips that was hard to hide the fact he did enjoy the surprise.

[sweetwhitechoco]

I lost someone again in January. Someone dear to me. Aside from partaking in the strike and recovering from relatives' deaths, I am spiraling up and down like nothing before.

But no matter what happens from now, I'll be most likely fine. 👍🏻

[sweetwhitechoco]

In this following week I will be facing some incredibly draining trials and tests. Socially.

My content may or may not be affected by it.

Just a heads-up. ^^;