Leashed

"Tomorrow will not fail to shed its cold light on my headless body." Selective/Private RP/Ask Blog For the personification of Rashōmon From Bungou Stray Dogs

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[contueor]

Nothing looks hotter than when the boys work together and form Demonic Armor.....

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Feral: of, relating to, or suggestive of a wild beast

Spent: used up; consumed

An independent and selective roleplay blog for a canon mish-mashed Akutagawa Ryunosuke of Bungo Stray Dogs. Also home to a series-based Lord Byron OC who pops out occasionally.

Established October 2021. Obsessed over by Jennifer.

Banner by @parieha​

Rules

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An independent Bungo Stray Dogs dual-muse blog

Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Lord Byron (OC)

Written by Jennifer

Established October 2021

Rules

[alaiaorax]

Imagination density

[contueor]

Pets the puppy ! Well, not puppy but CLOSE ENOUGH.

Happy boofs!

[contueor]

Although he had on a long coat and a scarf wrapped thickly around his neck Akutagawa was still cold. For as slim a body as he had it would take more than a few outer layers to insulate him well. "Rashomon," his mouth mumbled against the inside of the scarf, "if you please."

It was almost instinctual, sensing the chill as is ran through slim form. Rashomon was so used to the feeling, that of a second body that wasn't his own. One he encircled on a constant basis. Kept safe, kept warm. Especially on days such as today.

Normally the fabric itself was enough, but when the wind tumbled between the buildings or roared above the city, whipping up long coat fabric, that was when he was needed most.

For the void burned with a constant heat. Hot enough to melt metal and seer city ground. Or warm enough to provide a bit of extra heat when the cold swept in.

Like the fluffing of bird's feathers the fabric rustled. Answering the call with silent acknowledgement. Heating up just enough to warm skin with a kiss of heat.

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feralspent​:

“If you have the strength to whine about dying you are not dying.” He pressed his eyes closed and, while reaching for the hand planted at his hip, opted to cross his arms loosely instead. Attempts to ignore the needful one had proven and always would prove to be in vain but the casual game kept both of them sharp.

With eyelids lifting slowly Akutagawa moved his head back a touch to peer at his constant, the tip of his nose taking the place of his cheek. “But yes. Unless someone was to fall from the sky and splatter at our feet, we are done.” Forbid that from ever happening he thought firmly. Barring any sudden unexpected events he exhaled an unhindered breath and swept a hand upward to place a knuckle beneath Rashomon’s chin. “What will it be this evening?”

A tease, the playful banter of two crossing life on the same wavelength. Pointing out his little whine only elicited an actual soft one to come from him. The hungry, playful pup who could tear space in an instant. What a feat to be the one he would come to heel. 

A shiver of excitement that he’s been graciously granted his wish for a good meal. Bodies and barriers were fine and dandy but humans created such delicious plates of food that he could never get enough of. 

With an almost reverence, a soft kiss placed upon the knuckle that touched his chin. Tipping down just enough to let lips press against it. “Steak please~” As if there was any other answer? 

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[contueor]

hhemeraa​:

Exceptions can be made…

Time to raid the cabinets!

[contueor]

He heard puppers were allowed in places?

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feralspent​:

A smirk and a soft hmmph was his reply at first as he sensed Rashomon materialize behind him. There was something to be said about his beastly form, a bladed ribbon so deadly and elegant. Yet, as he heard the voice by his ear and felt the unmistakable squeeze of a hand, there was also something about his human-like form that was roughly charming. To him at least.

“Your confidence in yourself knows no bounds.” A compliment rather than criticism.

A quick puff of air from nose, feigning a pout as if he didn’t know the words were complimentary. Knowing, sensing their meaning all the same. Rashomon was quick to settle in behind his host. A free hand resting on the man’s hip as chin gently retook position on shoulder. Keeping his weight off but brushing their cheeks together none-the-less. 

“Are we done for today~” He practically purred, grinning now from ear to ear. “I’m so hungry, I might die.” An impressive feat for a creature that didn’t need food to survive in the first place.

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He offers Rashomon an amaretto biscuit to nurture his love for nutty-flavored things.

Quiet times mean enjoying quiet moments. There's a very happy Rashomon, to be getting such a thoughtful treat! He'll savor it, gripping the end with a tendril and contently biting off piece after piece. Making sure not to get crumbs anywhere.

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@umbranatus​ replied

i thought thats spaghetti

dksfjhgsdfg no! XD It’s like a chestnut paste pushed through a piping nozzle

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[alaiaorax]

By RavenMadwolf

[contueor]

Since it’s been asked several times, Rashomon’s favorite dessert is Mont Blanc cake. It’s a chestnut flavored dessert that looks all stringy. He really really likes nutty sweets, like chestnut, hazelnut and almond. Only way to top the normal way of serving this would be if you dyed it black.