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marina and the diamonds / froot
☇ * HEADCANON. the orphanage providing the bare minimum in education standards, atsushi most likely reads / writes at the level of a middle school student at best. his reading is much better than his writing as he would secret himself away to the orphanage’s dusty library tomes as his only source of quiet and non-judgmental company, thus exposing himself to a wide variety of works that he muddled his way through to understanding. his handwriting is more atrocious however, and he can be rather embarrassed about the reports he’s responsible to be making in the agency as it takes him longer than the rest to assemble one together, especially so knowing the intelligence abilities of the members around him and wanting to prove himself to the likes of dazai as his mentor. more complex vocabulary words elude him, but he’s trying to make strides by practicing his characters in the dorm room later at night and bought a small personal dictionary he keeps in the agency desk as reference, highlighting words discreetly that the older members toss about that he doesn’t understand to familiarize himself with later. he takes every correction kunikida makes on his reports to heart as he greatly admires the other’s previous occupation as a teacher regardless of it being math instead of language, he promises he’ll try better next time even if he’s got a long way to go to catch up !
BOLD habits that your muse has || ITALICISE occasional habits .
Nail biting | Throat clearing | Lying | Interrupting | Chewing on the end of pens | Smoking | Swearing | Knuckle cracking | Thumb sucking | Muttering under their breath | Talking to themselves | Nose picking | Binge drinking | Oversleeping | Snacking between meals | Skipping meals | Picking at skin | Impulse buying | Talking with their mouth full | Humming/singing to themselves | Chewing gum | Leg jiggling | Foot tapping | Hair twirling | Whistling | Eye rolling | Licking lips | Sniffing | Squinting | Rubbing hands together | Jaw clenching | Gesturing while talking | Putting feet up on tables | Tucking hair behind ears | Chewing lips | Crossing arms over chest | Putting hands on hips | Rubbing the back of their neck | Being late | Procrastinating | Doodling | Shredding paper | Peeling off bottle labels | Forgetfulness | Running hands through hair | Overreacting | Teeth grinding | Nostril flaring | Slouching | Pacing | Drumming fingers | Fist clenching | Pinching bridge of nose | Rubbing temples | Rolling shoulders
Nail biting | Throat clearing | Lying | Interrupting | Chewing on the end of pens | Smoking | Swearing | Knuckle cracking | Thumb sucking | Muttering under their breath | Talking to themselves | Nose picking | Binge drinking | Oversleeping | Snacking between meals | Skipping meals | Picking at skin | Impulse buying | Talking with their mouth full | Humming/singing to themselves | Chewing gum | Leg jiggling | Foot tapping | Hair twirling | Whistling | Eye rolling | Licking lips | Sniffing | Squinting | Rubbing hands together | Jaw clenching | Gesturing while talking | Putting feet up on tables | Tucking hair behind ears | Chewing lips | Crossing arms over chest | Putting hands on hips | Rubbing the back of their neck | Being late | Procrastinating | Doodling | Shredding paper | Peeling off bottle labels | Forgetfulness | Running hands through hair | Overreacting | Teeth grinding | Nostril flaring | Slouching | Pacing | Drumming fingers | Fist clenching | Pinching bridge of nose | Rubbing temples | Rolling shoulders
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How come you feel it more at night
A BLOOD LUST INBOX MEME. TRIGGER WARNING: blood, murder, death, violence. please do not read forward if you are easily squeamish.
( send me ‘ 🔴 ’ to generate a bloody scenario between our muses. feel free to specify a number if you’d like. inspo. )
your muse wiping/licking blood from my muses lips.
my muse wiping/licking blood from your muses lips.
our muses cleaning up blood together from a kill.
my muse applying pressure your muses bleeding wound.
your muse applying pressure to my muses bleeding wound.
our muses stumbling upon a blood trail together.
our muses sharing a kiss that accidentally draws blood.
my/your muse sinking their teeth/fangs into my/your muses neck.
your muse catching my muse drinking blood.
my muse catching your muse drinking blood.
your muse helping my muse clean blood off of them.
my muse helping your muse clean blood off of them.
our muses sleeping together in their victims bloody sheets.
our muses having/sharing a blood bath/shower together.
our muses looking to the sky as it rains blood.
my muse accidentally biting yours too hard, drawing blood.
your muse accidentally biting my muse too hard, drawing blood.
my muse licking blood off your muses finger.
your muse licking blood off my muses finger.
my/your muse pleading for no more blood shed from my/your muse.
A BLOOD LUST INBOX MEME. TRIGGER WARNING: blood, murder, death, violence. please do not read forward if you are easily squeamish.
( send me ‘ 🔴 ’ to generate a bloody scenario between our muses. feel free to specify a number if you’d like. inspo. )
your muse wiping/licking blood from my muses lips.
my muse wiping/licking blood from your muses lips.
our muses cleaning up blood together from a kill.
my muse applying pressure your muses bleeding wound.
your muse applying pressure to my muses bleeding wound.
our muses stumbling upon a blood trail together.
our muses sharing a kiss that accidentally draws blood.
my/your muse sinking their teeth/fangs into my/your muses neck.
your muse catching my muse drinking blood.
my muse catching your muse drinking blood.
your muse helping my muse clean blood off of them.
my muse helping your muse clean blood off of them.
our muses sleeping together in their victims bloody sheets.
our muses having/sharing a blood bath/shower together.
our muses looking to the sky as it rains blood.
my muse accidentally biting yours too hard, drawing blood.
your muse accidentally biting my muse too hard, drawing blood.
my muse licking blood off your muses finger.
your muse licking blood off my muses finger.
my/your muse pleading for no more blood shed from my/your muse.
Happy Birthday, Shion!
“ I’m such a tiny constellation, but thank you for noticing I’m here.”
❝ The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome. ❞
☇ * ✧ A SONG OF FIRE AND ICE SENTENCE PROMPTS !
‘ strategy ’ is a word he’d throw about very LOOSELY when it comes to describing the thought process involved in his own style of fighting; while the orphanage was a teacher nonetheless for holding his own in any kind of a skirmish, he’s not mistrustful or in the mindset enough to consider alternate angles of attack when he’s hurdling head first with sheer BRUTE force on his side. that’s where kunikida had supposedly come in, stepping up to refine and reform his techniques on hand to hand combat against someone readily considered a master of the subject. and now, it seemed, so had akutagawa . . .
he’s grimacing slightly, rubbing the already healing skin of his shoulder where he had taken the unexpected hit from behind his peripheral, when the quietly spoken words nestle into his ears. curious and surprised eyes flicker to the stoic male just by his side, pausing in his movements and absorbing the fact that for once, akutagawa hadn’t necessarily been DEMEANING him but . . . offering an odd piece of cryptic advice. huh.
“ O-oh, yeah . . . you’re right about that,” he mumbles with the hint of an embarrassed flush scrawling over a face flushed from exertion, paying suddenly close attention to the rips and tears in his pants. “Usually the tiger’s pretty good at detecting when someone’s about to sneak up on me if I’m attuned to it, but I guess I was so caught up in the fight that I wasn’t fully aware of what it was registering.”
it’s a dumb, rookie mistake; if he wasn’t an ability user, he could have been KILLED with less.
GET REKT
“I want to find peace but I’m not certain where to look. I feel like my heart is all full of wildfires burning burning burning, devouring all the good things like an open mouth. But I feel more like an open wound and I try to hold onto all the good things that I can, with my hands that could be prettier. Hydrangeas and chamomile tea with milk and saying ‘I love you’ too often and sweaters that are a little too big and eating cherries until my mouth is red and when the sky looks like a grapefruit are good things. Or maybe they’re the things that make me feel human, flesh and blood, a girl with good intentions who makes mistakes a lot. And it’s okay to make mistakes; I just forget. I like mistakes, I like flaws, I like secrets, I like all the ugly things that fill you up. I like people, just not myself, sometimes”
— Zoë Lianne, “Girl/Wildfire” (via eveninglesbian)
“My body is a parlor trick called survival”
— jayy dodd, from “Trick,” Mannish Tongues
but the good news is:
shion and nezumi commission
Don’t you dare, for one minute, believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable. I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt, and stagger back, wounded and alive, just to hear you call me weak for trying.
Ashe Vernon (aka latenightcornerstore), from her poem, Softness, in Words Dance 16. (via wordsdancemag)
Footsteps echo throughout the empty halls. The stillness of the air seemed to suck even the sound of his footfalls into the nothingness. Flickering lights left on illuminate the pathway just enough to see by. Water dripped somewhere, creating a hollow pinking noise that was impossible to ignore. The walls almost seemed to shift and creak, the looming emptiness of the warehouse was unavoidable. The barrenness of the whole thing sat on his back, an unnecessary pressure. He ignored the overhanging dampness and pressed forward through the murky hall. The darkness seeped out from dark corners and crevices. On this moonless night even the silhouettes were gone. The usual friendly smattering of stars above were obscured utterly by dense clouds. It would be a cold moonless night. The sky was dark and low, the air so chilled it hurt to breathe. He could only imagine what how the boy felt in a large, cold steel cage.
He could tell the boy’s mind was still a surging perplexity as he approached his cage. His eyes … to say they were duo colored was to say the sky was simply colorful at sunset, accurate by not giving true description to their uniqueness. At first glance he could certainly see the beauty they behold, but once he gazed into them … he saw everything differently. The yellow color was just the beginning as the addition of purple seemed to intertwine in the center. The colors mingled together cascading an array of different shades throughout his gaze. One look into them and you’re lost – doomed for all eternity because no other eyes would ever compare. Dazai admired everything about this boy, from the way the breeze blew in his hair to the tone to his voice. He had watched him for a while. He was a rare creature, a new addition to his personal trove.
Dazai stood before the boy and put his hand on the bars. There was something disturbing about the cage he was in. It had been engineered with absolute precision. The corners were sharp and straight with evenly spaced bars. Someone designed this cell, they sat in a clean office under the glow of the natural sun rays and used their God given talents to create something so soulless as to constitute additional punishment. After all his preparations he felt like he’d earned his treat already. He’d been watching the White Tiger for months, he knew his routines, his habits, and all of the above.
Then Dazai gave the boy a small smile that seemed so genuinely sweet with just the right touch ofgentleness. His soft lips stretched into a smile but didn’t quite reach his dark eyes. They were lit with emptiness, and the forced expression of the contrary on his mouth was almost saddening.
“ It’s alright, you’re safe. I apologize for … this. ” he gestured to the cage, “ You’ve caused a lot of trouble for my men, I’m afraid we had no choice but to contain you. Tell me, do you remember anything before you fell unconscious, hmmm ? ”
( caused a lot of trouble? no choice but to contain him? )
his memories are scattered and shrouded in the same kind of shadows that seem to lurk around the IMPOSING structure of the bars surrounding him, thin and wispy smoke that filters easily through his fingers the more desperately he tries to grab and make sense of it. it doesn’t make sense, and he glances away in confusion before he can see that beguiling smile, swiveling his head around with arms clasped about his waist in a false pretense of SECURITY. their surroundings are barren and cold, the same kind of chill that permeated the cell he had spent many a night caged within, a bitterly familiar companion that nips at his fingertips and pinches his bruised and aching feet. if not for the unknown man standing before him, he would almost allow himself to fall into the sudden panic of believing he had somehow been eschewed back to the captivity of the orphanage, the headmaster having regretted his sudden decision in allowing him freedom.
( though what a CHEAP freedom it was all the same, the freedom to starve and die under the stars and inhaling the city’s pollution instead of being punished in chains; but then again, he was grateful for the salty sea taste in his mouth and he doesn’t quite think that if he is to die, that he would mind terribly if it were under the glow of the night sky. )
death however though, is strangely not an option he would eagerly take, some stubborn and twisted desire still lining his empty stomach with the screeching demand to live and SURVIVE. pale brows furrow as his eyes return to the oddly soft-spoken man dressed so sharply before him, the peek of crisp bandages just underneath his sleeves and collar, and . . . the startling bleakness of his gaze.
( it is like looking into a leering chasm; he wonders if he stares long enough, he’ll see himself broken at the bottom. )
“ . . . I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” he ventures anxiously after a moment, feet shifting nervously in place. “I-I remember running away from the tiger, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble ! ”
( oh no, oh no, what if that’s what this stranger means? by his mad dash through the streets, he had somehow led the monstrous beast into unsuspecting civilians who had been gravely injured? )
pallid features take on an ASHEN hue as he stares wide-eyed at the taller male, breath hitching with unmistakable traces of a deeply held fear. “I-I’m so sorry, did it hurt anyone? Is that why I’m here, are you trying to hide me from it?”
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