Show me madness

Headcanon based. Side Blog. Wriiten by Luci. Follows from Azotas. Rules there as well

[anathemamadness]

Fetus, oh Fetus, why do you dance?

Do your fear the sound of your mother's heart?

Indie Kyusaku Yumeno from Bungo Stray Dogs

This blog is private, semi-selective, and low activity, mun works a full-time job. Mun is 21+

Established: February 25th 2023, writing on tumblr since 2017

Beta user but will also use legacy is partner does. If you don't say in your rules which you use, I'll default to beta, but message me if this becomes an issue

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Why not just message moots and have your old threads transferred to your new acc?

Since this is a side blog i can add my new multi as a member and give admin rights, which I forgot to do till just now. Sorry about the confusion! I will be continuing the threads I have but new asks will be on my multi-

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BSD Multi featuring Beast Akutagawa

Written by Luci. Low Activity

[fogdweller]

*.·:·.★ーWatching the smaller consume their vegetables as they kicked their legs, listening to their words with caution. Their words weren't surprising, yet intriguing. He wondered why they figured it out so well, yet still acted out differently.

ㅤㅤㅤ "If you think I am so scary, then why do you try to make me angry?"

There wasn't any particular hatred for Kyuu; he just was jealous that they could keep that innocence in their heart despite all odds. Something that had been long lost with the youngest executive of the Port Mafia. His serious expression softened up then, a smile that never shone over his eyes; meticulously trained, yet never perfected.

He knew that between the two of them, Osamu was smarter. Yumeno was dangerous in the sense that they didn't have full control of themselves, granted, which was terrifying in & of itself - but Dazai did not fear them. What did he have to lose? If they couldn't curse him, yet he could overpower their ability, then what's there to lose? Humanity? Not that he cared much. People get born, live & die. There was no meaning between birth & death, just time spent & wasted, either freely or caged. Both the young people in this very room seemed to be more so in the second category of caged people. A vacant gaze washed over him as his eyes only reflected Yumeno's face, watching closely for their every move.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Disgusting.

He despised the way that this child was watching him, no, analysing him, too. They must've taken note of his bandages, slowly but surely the gauze had been drenched to the brim with the red fluid, causing it to slowly drip down his cheek, a trail as if he had cried blood, moving to his chin as it dared to stain the table beneath him. Carelessly tending his head to the side - DRIP - crimson finally colliding with the wooden surface of the furniture, each second, another one, causing a small puddle to form.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ "Ignore that."

An order; he was giving an order for this kid to stop gawking at him as if he were a zoo animal. The emotionless stare was kept up as he proceeded to think about their conversation.

ㅤㅤㅤ "I will try to speak to Boss about your diet. However, I am not here to make any promises."

Cold as ever, Osamu's eye never moved away from the person before him, making sure they were eating up. The plate had almost been done; it could've been a relief, something to celebrate. But Kyuu had to act out again. Shoving that plate towards the executive, he didn't flinch or falter, watching it get close to the edge, not moving a single muscle in hopes to stop this from happening, witnessing how the porcelain toppled over, the rest of the vegetables scattering on the ground along with the brown sugar, - CRASH!! - the plate smashing into thousand pieces upon impact.

The sound of it was obnoxious, but all Dazai did was move his eye back to stare at the fellow gifted, expression still unimpressed, almost dull & lifeless. They found it funny, apparently.

Nothing about the dark-haired man's face said that he agreed with their feelings; it had not been mutual. Was he angered? No. More so bewildered & annoyed. This was a worse punishment than having to sit in the same room with Chuuya.

ㅤ "You know what else crashed along with that plate just now, Kyuusaku?"

Feigning a friendly tone, this time he could not fake a smile, the blood started to flow faster & more violently down his face - patience! He had to be patient.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ "Your cake."

Getting up from his chair, he made sure to step over the brussel sprouts & shards, calmly standing there momentarily - calmly, the calm before a storm - kicking his chair hard & violently for it to break & almost hit the wall; being anaemic was bad enough, he started to become dizzy with bleeding like that - but this kid... this spawn of hell... just made it all worse. He hated being here - he hated being placed in a position where he had to act more mature than he was. Wasn't he just a kid, too? Wasn't he just immature, too?!

"If you think this was funny, then you definitely do not deserve a better diet, let alone a cake."

Maybe a cake full of rusty nails was more befitting for a brat; he questioned where that anger came from.ー★･:･:*

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The question almost blindsides the child, having them pause. Legs freeze mid-swing before slowly lowering to rest normally. There is a moment of silence, face blank before it returns to smiling, just like before. Why? Because why not? Kuysaku giggles, holding their doll in their arms and swinging their legs again. 

“I think it’ll be funny~”

And then they poke at their food as if the answer was obvious, and maybe it was to a child. Testing boundaries, being purposefully irritating and asking questions upon questions. Normal things children do. Breaking things was less normal, but they’ve broken so much, like the child at the hospital who shoved them, it was funny when the fellow child went mad, but Dazai doesn’t break like the other things Kyusaku knows about. 

The plate breaks like how plates should, even if the breaking only happened by accident. But it still sent excitement down Kyusaku’s spine. More so when it shattered. It seemed like their caretaker’s patience also shattered with the plate. 

The crash has them stop their giggling, but not startled by the sudden sound. There was no need to be, the other patients in the hospital- the one they lived in before the Boss had taken Kyusaku as a ward- who had fits and snapped, that was normal to them. Kyusaku watches for a second, lips curling into a smile as if this was funny. Funny and scary, but funny nonetheless. Dazai had snapped over a shattered plate. Over something so simple. 

“You’re mad too~” Someone had once said to them that all people were a little bit insane, Professor Looney-Lad, they think the doctor called him before laughing at the patient's expense, had said. And now the calm Dazai had snapped. It was strange to watch because Chuuya snapped and got angry when prodded, but Dazai maneuvered around it, like a graceful dance, and always was either playful or calm. 

So they watch as Dazai almost shakes with anger or perhaps he was dizzy from the blood rolling down his face, dripping on his clothes and the floor. Why was he bleeding? 

“What do I deserve?” A genuine question as they hop down from their chair- half wondering what would happen if they kicked it? Probably nothing. Like the nothing they would get out of this for angering someone they know they shouldn’t, but Kyu steps closer still they’re standing in front of the older, looking up at the bandaged boy. 

“We can get cake together~ Do you like cake?”

[fogdweller]

•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.ー∞

ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ーWhenever the doll moved, it somehow startled him a little; it wasn't anything in particular against Kyuu's doll or their affinity for it ー no matter how many times he'd be around that item, Chuuya was never going to get used to how it was having a sense of self. Perhaps it was just a memento to how he, too, had been chosen to be a vessel for Arahabaki & thus seeing something similar to that had the ❛uncanny valley❜ effect on him? Either way, he'd quickly regain his cool & smile at the child.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Of course, they'd give a cryptic answer like that. A soft chuckle as he scratched one of his cheeks with his index finger, tending his head to the side as he thought some about this.

ㅤㅤㅤ ❝Mhm, that's hard to say... how about you are Kyuu-outo.❞ Simply taking the ❛-outo❜ of im-outo & ot-outo to create something that would still give a sense of ❛younger sibling❜, yet keep the mystery of it all as it had been before. ❝Do you like that? They can be Nao-outo, then. Perhaps?!❞ While Nakahara was sure, he was making no sense, maybe the child would still enjoy that silly & goofy solution?

ㅤㅤㅤ Huffing as he blew some red strands off his face, he rolled his eyes. ❝I don't want to be compared to him, ever. He is a walking bag of bandages, he could dress up as a mummy for Halloween.❞ That had been a running gag for the mafioso; maybe Yumeno would find it funny, too? ❝TRICK OR TREAT! ーoh, no, I am losing my bandages, ahー!❞ Trying to give a poor impression of Osamu, guessing that this would be fancied by his adopted sibling.ー★･:･:*

[anathemamadness]

Eyes widen at the solution. Kyu would just be Kyu, and they smile at that simplicity. Letting go of their doll- it can float so it’d be fine- the child runs to fling themself on Chuuya. Arms wrap tight around the mafioso’s chest and they smile brightly up at him. They were so happy, it was hard to contain it all- as if at any moment it would make Kyusaku explode. It’s this close that they notice that they aren’t that much shorter than Chuuya. 

It has them giggling– echoed by the doll behind them. “Do I get to be Kyuu-outo when I grow taller than you?” A teasing tone, but they are happy. Happy to be wanted and loved enough to be a younger sibling.

A glance up as they hum, giggling before they step back, reaching up to take the doll back into their arms. “He’d only need a single roll to complete the look~ But it'd be more fun if he was actually dead!” A giggle as they clap their hands. “What’s Halloween like? Can I see Halloween please!?”

[fogdweller]

ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ーThe wonder in their eyes filled him with temporary happiness, giggling as they just observed his movements in such a consumed manner.

❝Coo~l?! You think so~?! Ah, how kind!❞ He personally had no issue being seen as a clown, jester or magician ー as long as he could see & hear a smile & laughter, then that was enough to free him from his mental prison.

ㅤㅤㅤ Their offer made him tilt his head in wonder now, too, blinking slowly before he placed his free hand onto his lips with an index finger, poking & leaning his head to the side, clearly pondering about those words. ❝Huh?! Candy? Brown sugar?! I mean~ I don't really need brown sugar! I am quite sweet myself, don't you think?!❞ With loud laughter, almost hooting like an owl, Nikolai revealed the balloon once more, grinning as he bent down to the child, reaching the item out to them.

ㅤㅤㅤ ❝No need to bribe me! I'll happily give that away to you. Ifー❞

Once he placed the item into their hands, he held their palms with his gloved ones, a sheepish smile.

❝ーif you are going to help me find someone! I've been looking for them aaaaall over, you see!! But they wanna play hide & seek with me ー which I can't stand! It's so awful to look all around!! But, but, but, but if you help me find them, you can get aaaaall the balloons in the world from me. Yes?!❞

He had been looking for Akutagawa in particular; perhaps he'd be a key to making Fyodor happier. ー★･:･:*

[anathemamadness]

And despite the decline to the candy, Kyusaku pops open the lid to the bottle on the bag and pulls out a small brown sugar konpeito. These were Kyu's favorite, so the kind jester should feel honored to be given such good candy!

Eyes look up as the balloon is placed in Kyusaku’s hand, a job of sorts. To look for someone. Kyu looks at the balloon and then at the man, and then at their doll. They never played hide and seek before but the prize seemed worthy, and this was a really nice man~ What was the worst that could happen!?

A nod, vigorous and determined in a way that only a child would be over something so silly. 

“Who do I need to look for, Mister Jester?” A small rock as they bounce on their heels. If they couldn’t find the person, they could ask for help of some kind. “Do you have a picture or drawing??”

[anathemamadness]

Going to be starting new stuff on a bsd multi, so ill follow from there, I will continue and finish my threads here tho!!! blog is @memoryoflost

[sswork-arc]

𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑷𝑶𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝒀𝑬𝑫 𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑬𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻. A trade , huh ? It was pretty funny this kid hadn’t just offered to SWAP the lollipop with one of the candies sitting in their basket . Maybe , just this ONCE , Ranpo would let go of a treat.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ❝ How about ❞ the detective hummed , as if DEEP in thought , as green eyes looked down at the child . ❝ I’ll give you the lollipop for one of your candies and for you to come with me to get that drink ! ❞ Ranpo may be immature , but he wasn’t about to let someone under ten , who worked for the MAFIA , buy him a drink , but maybe spending time with this person would prove to be ENTERTAINING .

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Black eyes watch intently, debating on it before they frown. With a heavy sigh, Kyusaku reaches into their basket and grabs the only candy they think is worthy enough to trade. One of their many bags of brown sugar konpeito, it was their favorite and if they might not be out for months or weeks, Kyu had to feel the bottommost part of their basket with it!

"This is the best candy in the whole wide world!" They are sure of it, and they think so. Stupid detective couldn't take the first offer, a small huff at that very thought before Kyu relents. As stupid as the argument was, but very important with really high stakes!, this man was a fellow candy lover. "Okay! Let me go pay for my candy and we can get drinks!"

[anathemamadness]

I have 0 impulse control-

[wretchedhearted]

⤏ send me “plots please”

… and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses!   There is  no pressure  for us to write any of them,   but it’s a great starting point for you to get a sense of how I think our muses might interact and what sorts of plots I’m most interested in happening between them  -  so don’t be shy!

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[anathemamadness]

is there any other muse in this fandom you’d like to RP?

is your muse canon divergent in any way?

what’s a song that reminds you of your muse?

is there any other muse in this fandom you’d like to RP?

Honestly, after an hour of thought on this. Not really. As my close friends have pointed out, I tend to gravitate to really sarcastic muses, and while I do write outside of that type, no one is BSD called to me like Kyusaku did. Maybe Beast AU Aku or Sigma? I was thinking of making an oc at some point. If I do that, I might make a multi and move Kyu there instead of this side blog-

is your muse canon divergent in any way?

Yes, soley because Kyu doesn't have their past explained and haven't been in the manga in years. So I went wild. My baby now-

what’s a song that reminds you of your muse?

Dance of the corpses by Kikou. or any song by Kikou

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2, 3, 4 and 8 (for munday asks)!

2: do you RP anywhere else, other than tumblr?

I do write on Discord but only privately with friends. I had one real bad experience with a genshin rp server back in 2021 so I only write with close friends on there.

3: on what platform did you start RPing?

Originally I wrote on quotev in 2016. I stopped when everyone moved on from it and moved on to Tumblr.

4: what made you choose this muse?

Okay. I've been writing Kyu off and on since 2019, so I don't remember too well. It was probably that I liked them back then as I still do now. They are a baby and I adore them. Even though they do fall a little out of my musing type.

8: did you have a muse you tried to play, but didn’t feel connected to?

Not really? This might sound weird as shit, but there is a vibe I feel when I think of writing a character, an urge, and if I don't feel it, I don't tend to write them no matter how much I adore the character

[ohisms]

↪       𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝟑 𝑨.𝑴   .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  sylvia  plath’s  “ the collected poems ” .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .)

my mendings itch .  there’s nothing to do .

what ceremony of words can patch the havoc ?

stop crying .  open your hand .

it is a terrible thing ,  to be so open .

i am too pure for you or anyone .

it’s easy to blame the dark .

how free it is ,  you have no idea how free .

it must be one or the other of us .

it was a kind of marriage ,  being so close .

nobody sees us .

i couldn’t sleep for a week .

it is comfortable ,  for a change ,  to mean so little.

tell me i’m here .

your room is lousy with flowers .

now i resemble a sort of god .

nobody can tell what i lack .

i suppose it’s pointless to think of you at all .

i can stay awake all night ,  if need be .

this is not what i meant .

i can’t get it out of my mind .

when you kick me out ,  that’s what i’ll remember .

i wasn’t fooled .  i knew you at once .

if the moon smiled ,  she would resemble you .

your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing .

perfection is terrible .

i do not trust the spirit .

one day ,  it won’t come back .

they will wonder if i was important .

oh god ,  i am not like you .

there is no stopping it .

we have come so far ,  it’s over .

tonight will be ,  in every respect ,  like every other night .

that’s how you always talk before we start .

if i didn’t trust you at this ,  i wouldn’t trust myself .

at least i feel less dread of the world beyond ours .

i admit it :  i’m afraid .

don’t be so smart .

i dreamed of doing it ,  and now it’s done .

earth is my haunt .

what manner of business are you on ?

perhaps you’ve late quitted heaven ?

i shall never grow old .

sugar can cure everything .

is there no way out of the mind ?

there are no trees or birds in this world .

this is what i am made of ,  this and terror .

why is it so quiet ,  what are they hiding ?

this is what it is to be complete .

is he wearing pajamas or an evening suit ?

the police love you ,  you confess everything .

is my life so intriguing ?

where are you going that you suck breath like mileage ?

you flicker .  i cannot touch you .

if i could bleed ,  or sleep !  if my mouth could marry a hurt like that !

what did they know that i didn’t ?

you say you can’t stand her .

i’m doped and thick from my last sleeping pill .

you are ill .

you are so exhausted .

i can’t communicate .

we’re here on a visit .

where do you stash your knife ?

what sort of scenery is it ?

you know who you hate .

pure ?  what does it mean ?

i am not subtle .

right now you are dumb ,  and i love your stupidity .

i know why you won’t give it to me .  you’re terrified .

is it impossible for you to let something go and have it whole ?

must you kill what you can ?

there is one thing i want today ,  and only you can give it to me .

it won’t hurt .

do away with it altogether .

are you our sort of person ?

i have always been scared of you .

i didn’t call you .  i didn’t call you at all .

there is nothing between us .

seven hours knocked out of my right mind .

i am myself .  that is not enough .

i dream of someone else entirely .

we should meet in another life .

it was an accident .

you know what lies are for .

dying is an art ,  like everything else .

how far is it now ?

do not accept it .  it’s not genuine .

i am so stupidly happy .

eternity bores me ,  i never wanted it .

[rpdepartment]

munday asks!!!

at what age did you start RPing?

do you RP anywhere else, other than tumblr?

on what platform did you start RPing?

what made you choose this muse?

is there any other muse in this fandom you RP?

is there any other muse in this fandom you’d like to RP?

is there a muse you played on more platforms or in different moments of your life? 

did you have a muse you tried to play, but didn’t feel connected to?

did you have muse you tried to play, but ended up dropping for various reasons? (the rpc wasn’t active, you lost interest, etc)

would you be interested into playing a crossover? if yes, do you have any limits?

would you be interested into playing with doubles? 

what do you think about AUs?

what do you think about OCs?

what do you think about roleplaying with personals?

what do you think about roleplaying with anons?

what’s the best way to approach you to start playing together?

what was your first muse?

did you ever play a muse for more than a year?

do you have ship bias?

what’s a ship you don’t want to roleplay at all with this muse? (except Bad Illegal And Gross Stuff, of course)

what do you think of your muse’s popular fandom ship?

what do you think of your muse’s canon ship, if they have one?

would you play a OC x canon ship?

would you play a crossover ship?

do you play smut? do you play it only with characters you’re shipping with, or are you open for “one night stands”?

are you multiship?

are you interested into poly relationships for your muse?

is your muse canon divergent in any way?

what are your honest thought about your muse’s canon?

what are your favorite RP tropes to play? (angst, hurt-comfort, etc…)

do you regularly play crack?

do you regularly do dash commentaries?

what are your thoughts on dash commentary?

what are your thoughts on reblog karma?

if you aren’t a native english speaker, do you play in your first language too?

do you feel similar to your muse in any way?

do you feel different to your muse in any way?

what’s the best inspiration for your muse?

what’s a song that reminds you of your muse?

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[fogdweller]

ㅤㅤㅤ  ✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: .✦ @anathemamadness //asked;; ✦ . :★. ───✧

↳ (it made me laugh so i went with this meme)

“ i didn’t have enough rocks to write out ‘ help ’ so i just spelled out ‘ hell ’ . No. Kyu didn't remember the kanji for help, but the knew hell and it was kinda close! ” for Tachihara/Chuuya/ or Aku?

•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.ー∞

ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ーSomething about that message had creeped the living lights out of him: not necessarily because it was Kyuusaku, but simply because one would not expect to read ❛hell❜ out of all things, created with small rocks!! Michizou had expected something vile to happen ー perhaps for Rashoumon to take over the poor child?! But that innocent faux-pas both relieved as well as angered him.

❝Don't go around & scare me like that, you hear me? I thought something bad had happened! Chuuya would've had my head if something had happened to you!!!❞

Tachihara had been asked to take the kid out & let them play on the playground since Nakahara had been in meetings all day; of course, he would have lost Yumeno & looked for them only to find such a cryptic message. His heart still pounding over the idea that he may have lost the curse bearer; the executive most likely would've ripped him to shreds for it.

ㅤㅤㅤ  ❝Don't ever run off like that again, please Q...❞ー★･:･:*

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There is a pout as they were scolded, eyes flicking down to their message, reaching down to poke at a rock. It does make them feel warm, from the crown of their head to the tips of their toes, Chuuya cared about them, and that made Kyu happy. But it did nothing to outweigh the bitterness in their chest, picking the rock up and throwing it.

“The playground was so boooring!” A huff as they look up to the Black Lizard Commander. “I don’t like playing with dumb kids!” Honestly, Kyusaku wanted to curse a few of them, for making fun of their hair and their eyes. But they promised to be good. 

One more moment of slight anger before they bounce to their feet, eyes flicking to Tachihara before they smile. Quick to grab the elder mafia member’s hand, Kyu gives it a slight tug. 

“Let’s go play somewhere more fun! I wanna~” a hum as they think, holding the man’s hand just a little tighter “ride the train again! It’s so fun watching everything pass by!”

[fogdweller]

ㅤㅤㅤ *.·:·.★ーDazai had no real place to stay; usually, he'd sleep wherever he had to ー mostly his office, since Mori made sure to give him enough work to lose sleep over it. The gifted & brilliant child that had to exceed the parent's wishes, right? A tale as old as time. Tonight hadn't been an exception: loaded with paperwork, he'd like to shove it off to Odasaku or Ango, even Chuuya, but he had already been scolded by some seniors about that attitude. There was no way around it ー he couldn't just be a child, now teenager, really. Time sure flies...

ㅤㅤㅤ As he drifted off under the pressure of performance, flat out on his desk, head heavily buried in stacks of paper, it was neither comfortable, nor ideal, but it wasn't as if anyone cared much about what was best for him. Maybe? Perhaps there were people there who did ー the troubled teen couldn't yet grasp that concept, yet.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ The shriek of Yumeno however startled him awake; jolting up from his table, knocking over stacks of paper as well as other items, his heart pounding behind his ribcage relentlessly; that child. Not even now they'd grant him an ounce of peace. They could've been so ideal ー considering how powerful their ability had been ー yet they chose to be a brat half of the time. At least in the executive's eyes.

ㅤㅤㅤ A heavy sigh lifted from his lips before he rose to check up on the smaller, nobody else would; it was his job. Ironic, right? Why would he have to look after a kid? Shouldn't that be the task of someone older & more experienced, he mused. His steps were loud enough so that the echo bounced off the walls before he ended up by the other's room, opening the door without even the decency to knock; it could've been an emergency after all ー & Osamu needed to be there quickly.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ Yes. He was annoyed; the one time he had been able to fall asleep, even under awkward circumstances, that child had to throw a tantrum; he understood that it was not their fault to have bad dreams ー he had them, too ー but it was still pesky to deal with when all he wanted was to be on his own. Without strings attached.

ㅤㅤㅤ "Because I have to make sure you are okay." A dry response. Scratching his bandaged eye, he exhaled deeply, shaking his head. "It's no point arguing with you, either. How could you possibly understand." He made a valid point ー why would a child understand his troubles? Rubbing his unbandaged eye tiredly, a yawn, Dazai just wanted to go back & sleep. Unaware of the situation, a soft noise was made when he felt someone run up & hug him tightly, staring down at Kyuusaku seeking comfort. Ah, so it was a nightmare.

ㅤㅤㅤ Shaking his head in defeat, he tensed up; it wasn't like many people really wanted to be close to him, to touch him or show affection: he understood that the kid before him was unaware of those troubles, yet they needed reassurance & comfort. Mhm, he could understand that ー he'd need those things, too.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ "There, there." A soft tone to his voice, surprisingly, he placed a hand atop their head to ruffle two-coloured hair, moving to sit down on the ground then & opening his arms so that they could properly hug him. "Come here. I have bad dreams, too. We all do ー there's nothing to be scared of. They can't hurt you, not really." Once they were against his chest, he wrapped his arms gently around them, holding them close. Warm. It was warm ー & a long time since he had the opportunity to be embraced by someone else.

ㅤㅤㅤ Dazai had no idea what he was supposed to do: rock them? Sing to them? Carry them back to bed? He was so overwhelmed by the situation, but he had to follow through. "It'll be alright. Everything will be okay. In the end, that is, & if it's not okay, then it's not the end, yet. Pieces fall together peacefully & make a full picture, until then, things don't make much sense." Was he telling that himself or Q? Either way, he started rocking both of them back & forth, almost as if he had been soothing himself along with the younger gifted.ー★･:･:*

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Expectations of a cold reaction is left forgotten like their nightmare, a hand on their head and fingers carding through messy strands of white and black hair. And they can only watch through their tears as Dazai sits on the ground and offers a hug. Its like a dream, one that seemed far too outlandish for it to be true, but Kyu greedily takes it, climbing into those arms for the comfort they hadn’t felt since their mother had last held them. 

Little arms are quick to latch on wrapped around the teen’s chest, and they sob. A sobbing that makes Kyusaku feel like they’ve lost a million pounds, weight the falls with their tears and soak into Dazai’s shirt. A small tiny noise, a sniffle, before they look up. Mismatched pupils seem more mishappen behind their tears, but they slowly nod, trusting Dazai’s words. He was smarter than anyone Kyu knew, so he had to be right. 

“...M’kay…” So… not today, but one day they’ll understand. Eyes close and head resting against the elder gifted’s chest. It was peaceful like this, the rocking of them both, and the gentle sound of Dazai’s breathing and heartbeat in their ear. Kyusaku curls just a bit closer to the feeling of someone else, to the warmth of another human being, and slowly glances up. 

“You’ll be there, right? When things make sense?” Would Dazai care and treat them this warmly in that peaceful future where their nights weren’t filled with terror and screams. Kyusaku hopes so. It was so warm like this… “Can you sleep with me, please?” The bed is small, but it’d be warm like it was right now. It would feel safe to be held..