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agatha by harukawa sango from official guidebook

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chapter 63; fyodor and dazai.

#* pragmatism ; worn bone / stained glass / the corpse god did nor mourn.#* martyrdom ; broken crowns / ghost pains / the devil prays for you.#img.#swag #only dazai and fyodor get tags outside of agatha bc theyre worthy

unoxidize, dazai osamu.

❝ … what a surprise. how did you find out? ❞ ( his grin splinters wider like a fault line of penance — penance that tastes of absinthe, penance that mangles his rose-sharp tone, penance that lingers above the gentler dark of his eye at the reminder of him. he stills for a moment too long, leaning forward onto his elbows, his tea spoon scraping along a porcelain rim. ) ❝ i keep my promises, hm? i’ve always been a faithful man, if you’d care to ignore the methods by which i came to power. — and as for odasaku … he understands that a mafia boss would never have very long to live. he’s aware that i will be the one to leave him first. in the end, it’s just a matter of when. ❞

“ as we both know, he is a man of symbolism and aesthetics, perhaps far too much so. a certain song on his cello gave me all i needed to know. ” she takes a moment to sip her tea, eyes closed to savor the flavor. it’s strong, but not overbearing -- quite like the man who sits before her : strong, but conceals it well behind a lilted smile and gentle features he was graced with by a family he does not ( cannot ) love or mourn. “ while certainly, you are not wrong... you would leave him to his despair? for a man so in love that your eyes can find such a brilliance when you speak of him, you’re rather callous. i don’t understand what he must see in you, a cowardly man whose spine is only good for holding himself upright on his legs and nothing more. ”

#UNOXIDIZE #get smoked #why is ur tag capitalized idk

“ quite hyperaware as always, fyodor dear, ” she greets, tone firm -- nigh condescending. for this man, perhaps even her remorseless savagery can be called affection. no one is closer to the ticking machine that is her fabricated heart. “ regretfully, you’re not the only one with a sharp wit. i have guards at the ready to shoot you at my ready if you open that door. now -- sit down and take off your bloody ushanka so i may fix that rat nest you call ‘ hair ’ . ” / @unagonize.

#unagonize #uwu

fyodor and the rats are quite literally the equivalent of what the mafia is for japan’s special ability department imo so the government doesn’t really do anything to them unless yknow. something like what fyodor did in recent chapters happens. even then, you can tell he’s there because he wants to be and probably gets treated perfectly well

updated my rules a little but theyre basic as fuck u all should know me by now LMAO

#anyway.... zander's starter now

unoxidize replied to your post: fyodor just hacked the largest billboard in...

HOW DID YOU KNOW

files nails. hm, i wonder.

#unoxidize #what doesnt the queen know #dont be foolish dazai

write me a storter binch

IM COMING U TINY GRAPE

#unagonize

fyodor just hacked the largest billboard in yokohama to play toxic on loop for 10 hours please help

last week you hacked into japan’s special ability department files just to change sakaguchi ango’s name on all official documents to ‘piss drinker’. be quiet.

#SHE'S TIRED BITCH #unoxidize

not to be spicy on main but here’s a concept: fyodor’s queen on his side of the chess board is agatha.

#no take backs im right

uwu

“ you’re in quite the pleasant mood this evening, my dearest fyodor. ”

#fyodor is uwu and agatha is uvu #asks #unagonize

unagonize:

hah! a single tone, like the click of a tongue, reverberating through their yellow-white, ugly, hollow bones ( — of heartless murderers, set on one goal: to destroy. ) it’s a short, mirthless laugh, devoid of affection or fervor, stinging as a snakebite. ❛ oh, is that so? i would like to — ❜ he hovers over her; his height allowing him to look bigger, stronger, even despite the slouching shoulders and protruding bones. a smile - ever so cruel - slices through the skin of his sunken cheeks, colors his eyes darker, reminiscing the baring of wolfish teeth. ❛ see you try. ❜

the flow of her gaze is slow, calculating, chilling upon contact to contrast the snow that dusts the gold of her hair and melts only from the warmth of her body. ( there is no warmth in her heart, no concern, let alone fear from the man who looms above her. ) “ my, aren’t you in a good mood today, to challenge me so vocally. ” there’s a centimeter’s difference in how her eyes narrow, to which she knows fyodor may calculate it down to the number. “ to be under the belief a frail, sickly man such as yourself can escape whatever harm i wish upon you -- your foolhardiness knows no bounds. ”

#this aesthetic. sexc?#unagonize

yall got some boneless pizza?

kill yourself, unholy rat.

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❝ i suppose you know, then. ❞ ( the hollow, harsh glare of a death mask accompanies his smile, a leaden curve, the ink-doused fold of a page they had yet to turn. two cubes of sugar pitch like weighted dice in the tea he offers her, a sepia of the same rusted hue as his single eye. ) ❝ — good. that saves us quite the number of trifling discussions. ❞ ⋮ @forgivist.

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“ -- indeed. ” her gaze is focused on the cubes that are dropped into her tea, slowly dissolving in the bottom of the cup. the reflection that stares back at her ripples for a few moments, and she waits before lifting the cup to her lips. she doesn’t drink, at least not yet. just shy of the cup’s rim, she speaks instead, “ while i’ve known at some point he would walk to his death... why humor him? you have a lover, do you not? ”

#i hate this au ugh #verse tbt.#unoxidize