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What the fuck is this???

"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

Dadbaccio au chapter 2 finally yayyy

uuughhhggggh same as last time ig

Words: 649(it's short, I know sorry)

Uhhhhh

They go home in this one.

part one if you haven't read it

Ao3 version

Haruno had no fucking clue what was going on.

All she wanted to do was wait for her Mama to come back, but that officer- Mr. Leone decided that this was a big deal and that he had to do something about it. Haruno hated police officers, they never did anything about anything that mattered! Like Mr. Leone, he was worrying about Haruno when he could be doing something about the city’s drug and mafia problem.It frustrated Haruno to no end, but it wasn’t like she could do anything about it. Not now at least. When she grew up she was going to join the mafia, like the man she had found in that alley a few days ago. She would join the mafia and work her way to the top, so she could destroy the drug trade from the inside out.

Haruno was drawn out of her thoughts by the sound of someone yelling,

“This is stupid! Outrageous! Completely insane!” It was Mr.Leone. Suddenly the sound stopped and the door opened

“Change of plans kid, you’re coming home with me.”

What?

If Haruno didn’t understand what was going on before she sure as hell didn’t now.

What was going on? Why was Mr.Leone trying to take her home with him? He seemed upset, had Haruno done something wrong? Haruno had had her fair share of less than great experiences with cops before, often being left with one to look after her while her step-father went to ‘talk’ to their captain.

Through those experiences, she learned that it’s much better to just go with them and whatever they want from her than it was to try to fight back, so, Haruno picks up her small backpack and slowly walks over next to Mr.Leone.

The taller man takes her hand once again and smiles down at her as they make their way out of the station.

They walked in silence for a while, creating a strange, eerie feel to the dark path they took back to Abbacchio’s apartment. The eerie silence was the kind that you can never quite tell if it was awkward or not, Haruno internally debates trying to start some kind of conversation with the taller man, but inevitably decides against the idea. The possible cons far outweigh the possible pros.

Soon, the pair found themselves up the stairs of a fairly average looking brick apartment, standing outside his home. After a moment of Abbacchio fiddling with his key in the lock he opens the door, allowing Haruno in before himself.

“Sorry it’s not much, but it’ll do for now.” He says as he kicks the door shut, “You can just set your bag wherever,”

Haruno set it next to the door. In case she had to make a quick escape, she wouldn’t have to leave what little she owned behind. In her bag was nothing but a coat riddled with holes and what little money she was able to pickpocket from random strangers.

The apartment walls were painted a gross yellow-beige-off white color that made everything look dirtier than it actually was- though, that’s not to say that it wasn’t. Looking around, Haruno could see various pieces of trash sitting around, mostly takeout boxes and glass bottles. Aside from that it was a pretty nice little place, a bit nicer than Haruno’s home at least.

She was once again pulled from her thoughts by the sound of Mr. Leone’s voice.

“You probably haven’t eaten today, right? I’ll start dinner.”

Ok, now Haruno was certain that Leone wanted something from her. Taking her out of the, admittedly very cold and uncomfortable, park to his apartment, and now making her food? Something was definitely up with this.

“...Ok. Thank you, mr- Leone,”

“It’s no problem, kid. You- uh- you can just..sit in the kitchen with me, I guess.”

Haruno didn't respond, just followed him to the kitchen.

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Wooooooo it's doneeee

Took longer than I wanted it to but whatever

Ive been pretty busy lately and will be for a while so chapters are gonna be far apart, sorry.

I think this fic will have either 5 or 6 chapters and then I have plans to make this a series.

Uhhh but yeah

Thats it, hope it wasn't too bad

Go eat food, drink water, and get some rest. Have a great day/night, love you! <3

gfhbftgghfgfg

I was ranting at my mom about bsd

And I realize that she has no clue who or what I'm talking about

So I pull up a picture of fyodor so she can get an idea of what I'm talking about

And the first thing she says??? The first thing my 53 year old mother says???

"He's pretty hot"

Ghfhdhfhfg

Shes not wrong but what the fuck?????

fuck.

Idk how to explain it but I love that Atsushi has a variety in his hallucinations.

So many times in media you only see ‘scary’ and ‘uncomfortable’ hallucinations. Usually used for shock value or to make a person seem ‘unstable.’

But Atsushi’s hallucinations directly tie into his trauma and who he is as a person. It makes sense why he’s seeing these things. He gets hallucinations that he doesn’t like and finds uncomfortable like the Headmaster.

And he has hallucinations that bring him joy, that comfort him like Dazai. Some people never get ‘scary’ hallucinations and some only get ones that cause them distress. Others get a mixed bag and I’m glad that’s the approach that was taken here.

It feels more like someone’s lived in experience. Rather than playing into stereotypes and ticking things off a checklist.