Sleeping at last.

[tenthousandarrows]

Welp! It’s been short but sweet and that’s how I’ll keep my farewell post! Thanks to everyone who threaded with my archer boy over here, I’ve had a good time and it’s thanks to ya’ll! you can find me on Twitter @sousukay but big fat NSFW warning bc mun here has no filter. 

I rp a buncha muses in Isola ( Oda, Aizawa, Ethari, Daryun ) and who knows maybe Masa will end up there too, in the meantime take care, stay home if you can and if not BE SAFE OUT THERE!

[odasakku-blog]

osamudiezai‌:

“Of course they aren’t! I only just met them today.”

“I’m not like you, Odasaku, some of us aren’t cut out for that sort of thing. You of all people should know that.” The closest he had ever gotten to fatherhood was mentoring Akutagawa, and he clearly hadn’t even been good at that.

❝Just because you didn’t get it right the first time, doesn’t mean you’d fail if you tried again.❞ 

❝Why are they calling you dad if you only met them today?❞ 

[odasakku-blog]

osamudiezai‌:

odasakku replied to your post: Dazai is accosted by two blonde teenagers, who are…

do you have something you’d like to share Dazai

“Absolutely not!”

❝That’s very noble of you taking in two, needy orphans. Unless they’re yours?❞ Impossible, Dazai was too young to have children that old already. But teasing the notion is worth it, for the other’s reaction.

[reinerist]

Port Mafia’s red heads (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[odasakku-blog]

@osamudiezai

          Smoke from his lit cigarette added to the bar’s gray haze, lingering, forming curls in the gloom illuminated only by age speckled ceiling lights. Along the wall was every hue of amber liquid in their inverted bottles; a vice for every punter who set foot in here.

          Odasaku’s was whiskey, neat. His third glass already and what should probably be his last but, it was a weird day all around. His gaze looked up to the creased pages of a calendar pinned to the wall and he notes the date, thick red marker plainly marked over it. Surely, that wasn’t right. From there on he kept to himself, as was usual of him, only glancing up every so often when something the barmaid did or said momentarily drew him out of reverie.

          The hour dragged into two and again, it was the barmaid’s actions that distracted Oda from jumbled thoughts. Her demeanor perking suddenly, radiant smile scrawling along a set of perfectly painted rose lips which she aimed at someone entering the premises. Curious, Oda turned his head slowly and who he saw nearly made him choke on his own cigarette.

❝D-Dazai?❞

[odasakku-blog]

Lil starter call.

[tlenovich]

[neobeamu]