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Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

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astilbethrives:

@dogramagrx I SC

“So this is what has become of you? A pity.”

There was not even a hint of sympathy in her voice while staring down at the kid. Usually she would be a tad kinder to children however the one before her was an exception. Something loose in his head considering all that he had done even to those who were suppose to be his allies. If only she had the authority to keep him locked up but his care fell under Mori’s jurisdiction.  

“It doesn’t even matter how hard you try your temporary joy will turn to ashes in your mouth.”

     Q wasn't quite sure what to expect when he'd found himself with the pink-haired woman, however it most certainly wasn't that. He found himself taken back with the first words that left her mouth, and even more so when she finished talking. Sure, he was aware he wasn't well liked, and wasn't expecting her to be per-say...nice, but he wasn't expecting such hard words either, assuming she'd be one of the kinder people there.

     "What I've become?" He repeated visibly sounding offended. A smile was on his face although it was far from a happy smile. "I've always been like this, Kouyou-san~ I can always get worse though. Oh, it would be so much fun cursing you."

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and-the-cow-goes-moo:

Kenji, believing this child was no harm to him or anyone in particular, he smiled sweetly to the boy, taking his small hand to lead him to the agency’s cafe. It was like taking a kid to the candy store!

“Well, I am part of the ADA, and I do have an ability. My ability is called Undefeated By The Rain. It allows me to have super strength! I’m so strong, I can lift up a truck!”

Kenji babbled on gleefully, his eyes sparkling like stars.

“The cafe does have hot chocolate! Only the best out there! Come on! Let’s goooooo!~” he sung loudly, dragging Yumeno down the street.

Q had to jog to be able to catch up with the blonde without tripping, his shorter legs struggling to keep up the same pace. Hearing Kenji state his ability, however, brought up more interest with him and if in another situation he would've allowed the sadistic smile threatening his lips to form. Now, however, he decided was best he hide the smile and try to continuing playing an innocent on.

However, he was genuinely excited over hot chocolate. He skid to a stop once they reached the doors of the cafe, hands suddenly digging into his pockets.

"...I don't have any money to buy hot chocolate, though," he suddenly frowned. Despite being part of the mafia, they did a poor job of paying him. But then again, there wasn't exactly a reason to pay a kid you had no intention of letting out into the real world, now was there?

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vitasexvalis: 

“I don’t see why not.” The male replies in a calm manner, before glancing over towards the front desk agent, smiling towards her. “I’d like one room with two beds, please.” He says calmly, continuing to ruffle through the other’s dark and light locks, and slowly moves to the rest of him for now, eve offering one of the extra ones.

When he offered his card again, the woman handed him a key card along with his cash card and receipt, telling them that their room was upstairs. Seems that Mori wasn’t joking around or anything, when it came to offering to stay at the hotel. “Well, let’s consider this your first night.”

     Q made no effort into conceal his joy and excitement upon Mori agreeing, a wide smile making its way to his face. It was a contrast from his more common smile, which always had a hint of malice or sadism to it, and instead was the sort of smile that should be on a child's face.

     He bounced eagerly on his toes as Mori turned to pay for a room, removing his coat which seemed as though it would take a while still to properly dry, instead delaying his shirt underneath from drying as well. He took another one of the towls as well to attempt to dry his hair a bit more, feeling as though it was still too damp for his liking.

     Immediately after the woman behind the desk handed Mori a key card however, Q found himself quickly tugging on Mori's sleeve as he ran in the direction that pointed to an elevator. "I wonder if the beds are really bouncy? They'd be really fun to jump on if they are! I wanna see what the room looks like too!"

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ncllified:

   “No reason,” he mumbled in response, even though it was a lie. Dazai was afraid of being hurt again. His ‘scars’ and his bandaged parts still hurt a lot, even though the wounds were mostly healed already. Still, it didn’t take away the agonizing part of the night where he had to sleep. Often he purposefully stayed awake and only when he did sleep he would suffer from the nightmares about his earlier childhood. He hated it. 

He sat down on the corner of the bed, not wanting to intrude Q’s personal space if he didn’t want him to. 

   “Do you remember what happened to you before Mori-san took you in?” Then came the curious question. Perhaps Q did have nightmares about his past as well? 

    “Before Mori...” Q began, trying to think. In all honesty, Q didn’t remember much at all. Mori had taken him in when he was still very young, and so hardly did he remember more than a few mere images here and there, but nothing he could exactly make anything of. It wasn’t often he found himself wondering either, and when he did he often tried to stop. He may not know what to make of images that came to mind when he tried to think about it, but none were pleasant.

     “I don’t remember much,” Q began with a short sigh, moving to sit just a bit closer to Dazai. “I think I was alone for a bit, not long...But I don’t remember much besides that. “It wasn’t anything very good though...”

     His curiosity peaked slightly, and staring at the other brunette he tilted his head slightly before asking,”Do you remember anything from before you came into the mafia?” He paused for a moment before adding,”Also, why are you wake? It’s pretty late...isn’t it?”     

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Damn, Kuro! Back at it again with another blog! Reblog/Follow/Like (preferably reblog and follow) if you’d interact with an interpretation of Mori Ougai from Bungou Stray Dogs. The perks to following are as follows..

Bad Daddy jokes. I mean LOTS of them. I should be ashamed of myself but NAH tbh. 

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A pretty okay Mori interpretation, I guess???

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rcpent:

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usually, fyodor has no patience for children. they’re annoying at best (and infuriating at worst), but he can make exceptions for certain gifted children. children are especially open to manipulation -  their minds still fresh, still growing (even a child as tainted as the one standing in front of him; innocence stained with violence and bloodshed) - and manipulation happens to be what he’s best at. this one - yumeno kyusaku - could be useful. it’s why he had bothered to seek him out. when one has the ability to rule the whole chessboard under their fingertips, it’s checkmate for the enemy. and q’s ability can do exactly that (with a gentle point in the right direction, of course).

“they’re scared of you? because you want to play?” well, isn’t that just not fair! if q wants to have a little fun, who are the mafia to stop such a gifted child? “… a pity. all because you bear a curse, though i, myself, see it as a gift. “let me tell you something that shall stay between us - i, too, am feared because of my ability.” granted, there’s reasoning behind fearing fyodor, but he needs to find likeness between the two of them in order to move q into place successfully. 

“the port mafia… you dislike them.” fyodor states. perhaps he would usually stop and think about what he’s saying, but this he’s fairly sure of. “they use you, yet lock you away when they’re done. all because of your ability. if i were to offer you the chance to leave here, the chance to be rid of your ability forever-” he pauses, a smile that is reminiscent to a predator baring teeth at prey the only visual clue of his feelings. “tell me, yumeno kyusaku, would you take it?”

     It was very tempting for Q to immediately agree, and he almost did had not past experiences and curiosity gotten the best of him. The man did make quite an offer, drawing him in with his previous words as well. Once again Q found himself wondering how the man knew about him, his name and his ability. If that wasn’t enough to raise some suspicion on his own, why would he seek out the kid knowing what he was capable of doing? Never had anyone seen his ability as anything but an atrocity, never had someone seemed to consider locking him up a pity and instead much on the contrary. 

     And then there was the fact the noirette mentioned of his ability. Why would he be feared?     

     Of course before he had held back on asking questions but perhaps allowing himself to ask them would be a better option before he did anything brash. After all, the last time someone hadn’t been erred by his ability didn’t wind up too well, and he wasn’t looking to get himself in another situation he couldn’t get himself out of.

“I hate them,” Q responded rather harshly, letting his emotion get the best of him before pausing and regathering himself. “And if I could, I’d destroy them all myself.” He stopped again, baring a smile to match the other’s but also coating it with a sickeningly false sweetness along with his next words. “But then, how would you know that?”

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nakxhara:

⊰ Tapping one end of the pen on the wooden surface, the other hand holding up a set of papers, Chuuya’s azure glance was scanning over their content, a slight frown taking over his features each time a mistake was detected and then corrected. At this rate the executive was wondering just how long it’ll be until he manages to finish it all… As much as he appreciated the work of his subordinates, he’ll have to give them a proper lecture about writing their reports one of those days… None of the papers on the table could be presented to the boss in such a pitiful state, most of them had to be corrected.

A voice calling his name catches his attention and azure eyes set their eyes on the speaker- Q. If Chuuya’s frown could have gotten worse, then it would happen right about now. Unfortunately, the scowl on his visage could have been interpreted as coming from the paperwork, not from encountering the child Chuuya absolutely despised.

❝What do you want, Q?❞ The redhead voices his inquiry calmly, now paying full attention to the other. ⊱ 

     Q's grin widened, examining the room for a moment before turning his attention back to the executive behind the desk, feigning a pout and saying,"Oh come on Chuuya~ You could at least try and sound a bit happier." Of course he found himself smiling like a cheshire cat once again right after.

     He slowly walked around the room in front of Chuuya's desk, in all honesty not exactly sure what his intent there was either. He was well aware of the man's...disliking of him as well, and knew any attempt to get too close to him would also evaded, and so cursing him would be well out of his option of things to do there. A pity, really, with such a powerful ability Q would've loved to see how far the redhead could go if he were under his curse. It seemed as if he was low on options, Q realized as he stopped right in front of the desk.

     "Well.." Q began, tilting his head slightly as he looked down at the papers on the desk before back up at the executive, trying to pass an expression that he wasn't directly up to any trouble. "I was trying to find something fun to do, and it looks like you're not having such a fun time either. Maybe we could do something~?"

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skullcrxsher:

        the greeting makes him turn around swiftly, as if startled by the smaller human. it’s a sweet-sounding voice he’s not all that familiar with and melodic for sure, but coated with murderous intent all over. the word ‘innocent’ and Q could never be put in the same sentence— so, for the sake of not sounding ridiculous in his own head, Akutagawa refrains from making a potentially bizarre association.

        up until this point, the two of them haven’t actually interacted properly, aside from a few quiet glances around the headquarters (whenever Q was allowed to roam free, that is). the older mafioso looks him over a little skeptically— yet his frame of mind and expression don’t betray much. the only thing he feels is a nagging feeling… closely related to slight curiosity.

        “it’s my lunch break,” he informs the child, showing little enthusiasm about the sudden encounter. “state your business if you have any.”

    It was his lunch break, perfect. That meant he probably wouldn't be very busy aside from eating, right? Q could take it as an opportunity to follow him around for a bit. He was quick to hop onto his feet at that thought, half-skipping up to the man and stopping once he stood in front of him, bouncing lightly on his feet.

    "Business~? I don't have any business, that would be boring," Q said, playfully pouting before cheerfully smiling again. "Speaking of boring, there hasn't been anything interesting going on. Is it okay if I tag along with you just a little bit~?"

    While he knew Akutagawa was too smart to fall for his innocent act, he could at least try and act as if he wasnt up to anything particular at the current moment. Even if he didn't buy up Q's act and was opposed to the kid following him for a bit, it wasn't like that would outright stop him from doing so somehow.

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vitasexvalis:

Mori chuckles a bit at the boy, a small smile surprisingly curving his lips. “As am I, don’t worry. Hopefully, this building has some extra towels we could borrow.” The man says, before glancing about, noticing that the building seemed to be the lobby of some sort of hotel. Rubbing his chin, he walks towards the front desk, rubbing the back of his head and doing his best to appear like a harmless doctor.

“Hello there, miss.” The man says towards the person at the front desk. “My son and I were caught in the rain, and I was wondering if you had any extra towels on hand? I’ll gladly pay for the use of them..

When the woman looked down and saw Q, she seemed to find him a rather adorable young man, buying Mori’s story like it was a hotcake. Within minutes, the two would have towels, and Mori placed a card on the desk in order to pay, and even leave a tip. Lowering himself down to Yumeno, he would carefully lift the boy’s hat, starting to carefully ruffle his hair with a fluffy towel. "It seems like we won’t be going home anytime soon thanks to the rain. Would you like to stay here?” He asks, keeping up the ‘dad’ look.. In a way, he sort of was the other’s father.

Of course Q knew it was an act but he was caught slightly off guard and surprised hearing Mori refer to him as his “son.”  Of course he didn’t let his surprise show, or it could make the act less convincing, though he did make a mental note to possibly mention it later.

Q’s attention immediately snapped away from his thoughts however hearing Mori’s offer, forgetting almost entirely what he’d been thinking before hand. “Can we?” he asked rather excitedly, frankly being far from in a rush to leave. Even if they were just stuck in the hotel, it was a nice change from his usual surroundings.  There were also more people there, and even if he didn’t talk to them or get to curse them, he just found it pretty cool to see new faces. “It’s pretty here, and I haven’t been in a hotel before.” 

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he's heard the stories of a certain ability, (mind control - a rather mundane seeming thing, and yet something that could be untouchable). as soon as fyodor had heard, he had set out to find him. a child with such a gift did not deserve to be held by the port mafia, after all. "it's rather a shame, i find-" he begins, more than ready to make his presence known to the other. "that they are so willing to lock you up. an ability like yours is worth far more than being the mafia's plaything."

It wasn’t often that Q found he had…”visitors," so to say. In fact it was just about never, unless of course he was for some reason needed, and so it was safe to say that hearing the sudden voice was, well, surprising on its own. Add to the fact it was an unfamiliar voice and what he was saying and "surprising" didn't quite cut it.

Q would admit it was a bit startling too as it was far from expected, and he'd been so lost in his own thoughts he hadn't noticed the man come in to begin with. Looking up now though, he tilted his head curiously at the...odd man. He could easily break into a million questions, such as who the purple-eyed man was, how had he even managed to get there,how he knew about his ability, and so on, but he tried to instead focus on the man's words.

"A shame?," Q began, a rather...twisted smile finding it's way to his lips. "'An ability like mine' isn't well liked. They're all scared of me." And with reason, he would admit. Were he able to escape, he wouldn't think twice about trying to take down as many people from the orginization as he possibly could on his way out.

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ncllified:

No matter, if he wanted to play the innocent one he’d let him, since it wouldn’t get them any further if he continued to point fingers. Q was difficult enough to deal with as is. He wondered how people could’ve dealt with him if he wasn’t here? 

   “Now that depends on the prisoners. Let’s meet them first, since I have no idea what kind of people we’ll be dealing with yet.” Even though Dazai was already certain he could make them talk within five minutes. Perhaps he’d give Q the reigns this time, see how things would develop? “You will have to follow my rules though, since I do need the information from them. Can you help me with that?” A rather sadistic and knowing smile of his own remained plastered on his face, his eyes showing nothing but confidence and experience in this field by now. 

   “It’s been a while since we last spent some time together, hasn’t it, Kyuusaku?”

Q pouted at the mention of "rules," hating the word and concept entirely, however he wouldn't argue against it. It was still a chance for him to possibly get to use his ability without getting into any trouble...and even if he didn't, he knew how Dazai dealt with prisoners. He hadn't seen himself first-hand, but he had overheard from other people many times before.

"Help~?" he repeated in a sing song voice, an equally sadistic smile forming on his face as he bounced rather excitedly on his feet. "As long as I can have some fun while doing it~"He giggled a bit, a childish laugh with a sharp, twisted edge of malice that should not belong with a child's laughter.

"It has been a while," Q admit, his tone a bit more somber though he still smiled. "You know, despite being really annoying, you can still be some fun. But you're hardly ever around now-a-days.

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   “It’s me, Kyuusaku,” Dazai answered as soon as the younger boy woke up startled. He leaned forward to turn on the night lamp, having forgotten to do so earlier because he noticed Q behaving oddly whilst asleep. “Were you having a nightmare?” Dazai had them a lot too, so he knew what it was like. They terrified him, but he hid it awfully well from everyone, Mori and Q included. “No one is going to hurt you here.”

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Q stared at the brunette for a long moment, blinking a few times and rubbing his eyes to try and make them a bit less blurry. He still felt rather shaken but after a few seconds he was at least able to calm down, even if just a bit.

He rested his chin on his knees, his arms wrapped around his legs tightly as if he was trying to take up as little space possible, as if doing so could make him disappear. His eyes examined the room before finally settling back on Dazai, taking a few seconds to understand what he had asked.

"I-I don't know," Q answered quietly, looking down. "I don't remember anything...I just woke up really scared."

He felt a bit silly saying it, especially since the other, well...hardly ever seemed to get scared. He'd never seen him wake up from a nightmare, either, so if he did have them he did a good job at hiding it, something Q was not good at doing. "Why do you ask?"

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and-the-cow-goes-moo:

“Oh?”

Kenji blinked twice, tilting his head to the side slightly. This child looked peculiarly odd, standing out from the color of his hair, to his abnormal pupils, and dressed in a boy Lolita clothing as if he was going out for tea at the Mad Hatter’s party.

“Hmmm… That’s weird. But wandering around this side of town can be dangerous kiddo. Anyone can come by and take you away! Here! Take my hand!”

Kenji smiled widely.

“Are you hungry at the moment? I can take you to the cafe at the Armed Detective Agency. They have good food there! I promise!”

"Dangerous~?" Q sang, his smile darkening for a quick second. "I can defend myself..."

His curiosity suddenly peaked at the offer of going to the cafe, particularly settling on Armed Detective Agency.

"That's the ADA, with ability users, right~?" He said, suddenly keen on putti more effort into acting seemingly innocent. "Are you part of the ADA? What's you're ability?"

He paused for a moment, before perking up again and asking,"Do they have hot chocolate at the cafe?"

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{heads up cause of classes I'll be having a bit of struggle replying to threads quickly.

I may have a few times to write out replies but I'm usually away from a computer, so I'll probably write them out and leave them in my drafts until I reach a computer to edit and cut them, so if I post a bunch of replies back to back,,, you know why}