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Dr. Yosano Akiko has always found the human body fascinating. Muscles twisting and turning under fat and skin. Bones, a solid framework, all providing unique ways to break. And blood, oh how she loved blood. Pumping and warm, bringing oxygen to these helpless sacks of flesh. So many different ways to carve them up, a chest of meat waiting to reveal the prizes that are held inside. Sure, she saves lives, but she isn’t bound to one path.
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Yosano Akiko has a secret side that very few know about. By day shes a Orthopedic surgeon. But at night, shes a cold stone killer.
But, it appears she's not the only threat looming in the streets.
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“Listen here you little shit”, The guttural voice says again, following a firm smack to the back of her head, “I’m stuck here on overtime until you kill that fucking rabbit. So you better do something with those freaky powers of yours or I’ll crank the shock to a 6.”
More? No, no she can’t handle more. Please, no more. Make it stop! MAKE IT FUCKING STOP!
With tear bleary eyes, Yosano flicks her gaze to the rabbit. Its small form sits comfortably on the table, watching Yosano’s misery play out from the safety of its cage.
Im- Im sorry!
But Yosano can’t claim to have felt much regret when she bursts the rabbit's head with a confetti of blood and brain matter with a heart wrenching scream.
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What if Fukuzawa never saved Yosano
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Dazai shakes his head with a chuckle. He cranes his head up from the sink, prepared to grab the towel hanging on the side when he sees dark, eyeless sockets staring back at him through the mirror. Dazai gasps, stumbling back when he slips on an intruding sock on the floor, slamming into the wall behind him.
He groans in pain. The back of his head throbs, a sharp pulse embedding itself into his skull. He feels something warm glide down the back of his neck, making the hem of his shirt stick to his skin. But Dazai ignores it, instead flicking his eyes back up to the mirror, only to find nothing there.
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Dazai's typical morning turns not so typical
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I vowed to myself that I, Dazai Osamu, will hunt their sorry asses down and make them fix what they did to me. I will die, but not until they’re both six feet under with me tap dancing on their graves… What a glorious day that will be.” Dazai takes the last sip of his drink, the alcohol drying out his already parched throat. He swivels around in the barstool, “Anyways, enough about me. I know I’m a bore, what can I say? What about you? You did buy me this horrendously basic drink after all, are you looking for something tonight?”
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Dazai Osamu was royally fucked over. His one goal in mind, revenge. With his smart mouth and quick wit, he'll hunt down those who wronged him, while constructing his list of dumb ways to die.
Presenting the BSD x Deadpool AU that no one asked for
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Distant Minded by margarrivergod
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
27 Feb 2023
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Warmth, once welcoming, turns hot and scalding. His fingers and toes curling at the scalding heat weaving through, taking hold of every bond in his body. Pain seeps through the heat, molding his incognizance into flesh and bone. He’s not nothing, he’s…. someone.
Consciousness takes hold and rips off the blindfold.
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Bakugou doesnt remember who he is or those involved in his life. He's slowly losing his grip on reality unable to discern what is real and what isn't. Everything is a lie.
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Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by centroid
Fandoms: Deadpool (Comics), Spider-Man (Comicverse)
06 Apr 2020
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“Deadpool. He’s an insane, ruthless mercenary who doesn’t care about anything other than money. He travels wherever his contracts are, and he will kill anyone and do anything to get the job done.”
Peter almost wants to laugh and comment, since Tony has a lot of moments where he’s only cared about money, but he’s too preoccupied learning about a killer in his city. A killer for hire that he wasn’t aware of. Until now.- - - - -
In which Peter Parker learns the truth about Wade Wilson after the Avengers make him believe the man is a ruthless killer. Turns out they're pretty compatible, but the Avengers don't give a shit about chemistry.
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sternum a sternum by fourever_sk8r
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
16 May 2026
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“Convict,” said the woman with the bone leg, her voice a dusky rattle. “You’ve been brought here to accompany a necromantic adept on a scientific expedition as his protector, in exchange for the pardon of your sentence.”
“You’ll kind of be like my cavalier,” said the gorgeous man jovially.
“He is not a cavalier,” corrected the woman. “Not even close.”aka: the locked tomb bloodymary au that (literally!) came to me in a dream. Simon is a former prisoner of the Ninth house prison tasked with protecting necromancer Ryland Grace and his best friend/fossil bone construct on a dangerous mission to a planet full of mysterious necromancy. fun stuff ensues.
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At a wedding, Stanley meets a handsome guest, Xeno Houston Wingfield. Stanley is enchanted by the NASA scientist, and the night is still young.
But although Stanley searches for romance in the stranger, Xeno has another idea.
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Stanley and Xeno both have secrets regarding their jobs that the other isn’t allowed to know. Stanley for his operations in the military, Xeno as part of his work at NASA.
When Stanley is assigned a top secret domestic operation, an event takes a drastic turn that may change their relationship forever...
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A storm-heavy wind crosses, but the movement through underbrush is something else entirely and he doesn't need to wonder if the traps here have caught game. As he pushes aside the leaves, he reminds himself that he's always let those who've suffered for his survival rest comfortably before their deaths—has always asked for understanding from what he’s killed.
There’s a limp, hung thing snared by the throat through the first wire trap he checks—white fur matted from the struggle that broke its own neck, blood-red eyes glassy and staring into the distance.
Tsukasa tries, more than anything, not to think about the fact that he’s never done the same for Senku—asked—not because he’s afraid of the question, but because he knows the answer already and doesn’t want to hear it.
A dead thing can’t forgive, but a live thing can, after all.