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@suicidefrantic
Alright the new new blog is located here
I did it right this time \o/ I promise. Here I will be continuing what I have done on this side. Plus it is more organized. Mostly everything is done there, well with the exception of some things. Though slowly it will filled in. Verses for a lot of characters depends greatly on how things go.
Alright the new new blog is located here
I did it right this time \o/ I promise. Here I will be continuing what I have done on this side. Plus it is more organized. Mostly everything is done there, well with the exception of some things. Though slowly it will filled in. Verses for a lot of characters depends greatly on how things go.
Alright the new new blog is located here
I did it right this time \o/ I promise. Here I will be continuing what I have done on this side. Plus it is more organized. Mostly everything is done there, well with the exception of some things. Though slowly it will filled in. Verses for a lot of characters depends greatly on how things go.
Darkness, simple yet complicated. Breathless sorrows of light and darkness.
An indie multi muse blog featuring characters from Bungo Stray Dogs, K Project, Mystic Messenger and more. Tortured by Cassi. Mutuals Only. 21+ Mun. Crossovers and AUS adored. Ft Dazai Osamu and Saruhiko Fushimi.
Alright the new new blog is located here
I did it right this time \o/ I promise. Here I will be continuing what I have done on this side. Plus it is more organized. Mostly everything is done there, well with the exception of some things. Though slowly it will filled in. Verses for a lot of characters depends greatly on how things go.
Alright the new new blog is located here
I did it right this time \o/ I promise. Here I will be continuing what I have done on this side. Plus it is more organized. Mostly everything is done there, well with the exception of some things. Though slowly it will filled in. Verses for a lot of characters depends greatly on how things go.
Alright the new new blog is located here
I did it right this time \o/ I promise. Here I will be continuing what I have done on this side. Plus it is more organized. Mostly everything is done there, well with the exception of some things. Though slowly it will filled in. Verses for a lot of characters depends greatly on how things go.
I finally have finished the blog... okay there is still some things left to do. Though I miss writing and have focused a while just doing this revamp. I will be over here. I will be continuing things over here. It is a lot more organized than over here. I promise.
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Darkness, simple yet complicated. Breathless sorrows of light and darkness.
An indie multi muse blog featuring characters from Bungo Stray Dogs, K Project, Mystic Messenger and more. Tortured by Cassi. Mutuals Only. 21+ Mun. Crossovers and AUS adored. Ft Dazai Osamu and Saruhiko Fushimi.
I’m Moving --- Eventually
I now fully understand why people tend to remake blogs instead of trying to revamp their blog on said blog. I feel like I’m losing my sanity just because I spent hours trying to find all my memes and tag them. Yes, I could have saved a bunch of time by doing it right from the beginning, but the price of laziness/ ADHD/ Forgetfulness and whatever else. Though after finally finishing just the meme section, I realized I need to make a new blog. I can’t go through all 1000+ of my posts over and over again. My ass can’t focus on more than one task at a time, so it would have to be repeated over and over and over again. Honestly, that isn’t safe for my health or sanity.
So instead of updating this blog like I originally decided, I’m just going to slowly work on switching over to a new blog. What does that mean for this blog? It will eventually be archived– notice my wording of eventually. I tend to set up things quickly enough, if I don’t get distracted.
All my asks and whatever I owe will be piled into a Google Doc and worked on and sent from the new blog. I should actually focus on the new blog and getting it set up instead of replies. That means tags will actually be put into effect on the new blog. I learned a lot from going back to the beginning. I needed SO much help and it was painful to look back at just my tagging stuff alone. This new blog will be done right from the beginning.
No more break downs from Cassi. This is going to be a goal… after I get the new blog up at least.
I’m Moving --- Eventually
I now fully understand why people tend to remake blogs instead of trying to revamp their blog on said blog. I feel like I’m losing my sanity just because I spent hours trying to find all my memes and tag them. Yes, I could have saved a bunch of time by doing it right from the beginning, but the price of laziness/ ADHD/ Forgetfulness and whatever else. Though after finally finishing just the meme section, I realized I need to make a new blog. I can’t go through all 1000+ of my posts over and over again. My ass can’t focus on more than one task at a time, so it would have to be repeated over and over and over again. Honestly, that isn’t safe for my health or sanity.
So instead of updating this blog like I originally decided, I’m just going to slowly work on switching over to a new blog. What does that mean for this blog? It will eventually be archived-- notice my wording of eventually. I tend to set up things quickly enough, if I don’t get distracted.
All my asks and whatever I owe will be piled into a Google Doc and worked on and sent from the new blog. I should actually focus on the new blog and getting it set up instead of replies. That means tags will actually be put into effect on the new blog. I learned a lot from going back to the beginning. I needed SO much help and it was painful to look back at just my tagging stuff alone. This new blog will be done right from the beginning.
No more break downs from Cassi. This is going to be a goal... after I get the new blog up at least.
Dear People I have Threads with;
Just because I start another thread with someone playing the same character as you, doesn’t mean that I hate you, I’m getting annoyed by you, or I’m bored with you; I’m most likely in a different scene, and nothing I send you both will be the same.
Just because I take a while to reply to you, but not others, doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you; My muse is picky, and I can only write what I’m drawn to. I want my replies to be well written and fun, not forced and horrible
Just because I shorten a reply doesn’t mean I’m bored with the thread; I’m probably tired, thinking of something else to continue with, or giving you the chance to set up our next situation.
Just because I drop a thread doesn’t mean I will never come back to start another; When I drop threads, I’m usually overwhelmed, without a muse for that particular piece, or bored with it, and I’ll ask to start another.
Don’t assume because I’m picky/tired/museless, I’m not happy with you.
zodiacsohmagod:
No way was he going to get caught by Dazai, but that did not mean he would not show himself, but the doll was going nuts in his arms. He wanted to see who was going to start the game of tag. “Catch me if you can..we are only beginning. Hehe.. may play with one of your friends again” He started to run wanting the chase to begin running down the alley way dropping various pieces of candy. Just what was he planning? Would he take the bait? There long awaited reunion was happening, but Q wanted them alone. He kept running down the long alley knowing that his suicidal friend would follow.
Brown eyes would watch as the child stepped out into his line of view. Though he knew how Q was , if the other didn't want to be seen he would stay hidden. Yumeno was only a child, and like any child he wanted to play a game. Well then so be it, he would play the game with his little brother. He would and he would win. Was Yumeno evil? No. He was simply misunderstood and perhaps he could be saved should he get hold of him. Though would he be able to do such a thing? He didn't have the same skills as Odasaku had. He was only out of the mafia himself because of Odasaku's death, who knew what would have happened ot him if he hadn't had lost his friend.
His eyes stayed unemotional as he listened to the child's words. That sweetness didn't fool him. Yumeno was baiting him. He could have chose to ignore the child, but doing that would only lead to chaos and destruction in the city. He was crying out for attention and wishing to get on his bad side, he wanted him to get mad. Too bad, he wouldn't get a rise out of him. He would make sure Yumeno didn't see any rise like he wished. "I'm sure things are boring for ya." The child didn't fool him one bit.
He smirked "oh but spoiling fun is what I do best. I'm not going to go anywhere." Yumeno was worse than he ever was as a child. He had been pulled into the mafia at age fourteen himself and Yumeno was still so young. He had been forced to trap him, did Yumeno simply think that the order hadn't made him question everything. He was the only one who had the pwoer to touch Yumeno without going crazy. He took a step closer to the child only for the child to wish to play a game of tag.
"How about ya just play with ya brother" he spoke and he did follow. Though he didn't run after the other, he took slow normal steps following the trail of candy. "If ya so wished for my attention, Yu-me-no... there were other ways. Ya simply don't wish to see what happens when things are threaten that shouldn't be." He wasn't an executive anymore, but oh he still had that sleeping darkness. He could sort of feel it coming out, he pushed it down staying unemotional in his eyes-- his voice playful though. What would Odasaku do if he was still here? Right, he would try to save the other. Save all the orphans.
"So ya wish to simply keep me entertain. Is that ya goal here. To cry out for my attention~ Enjoying ya freedom." He continued to follow the candy trail, continuing to bait the other. Clearly the other was trying to bait him, to play a little game that was more than hide and seek. No he was trying to play the big boy's game of chess. Yumeno had no chance of beating him. He could already figure out what Yumeno wished to gain in all of this, even without the other giving him clue. Yumeno's goal was easy, he wished to make him suffer for locking him up.
"This is just a child crying out for help. Continuing to try to play this game will only end badly." If Yumeno wished to see him as the bad guy, so be it. He was the bad guy. He had been the one to follow orders, he had been the one to force the child into the cage and lock him up. Though it hadn't been his personal choice, but he doubted the other would listen to his reasoning. The child most likely felt betrayed by him. He hummed softly to himself as he followed the child.
nycttophilic:
She nodded and smiled in response to his question. “Mhm, I’m getting kind of hungry. I didn’t buy anything from the trolley, so I haven’t eaten since this morning..!” she told him.
Shade had greatly warmed up to him to say the least, he didn't blame the cat for disliking him. He must smell like dog. Though he was happy when the cat nuzzled against his hand. He smiled. "That ya are. A proud Gryffindor and I'm so proud of ya, Kira. Not that I wouldn't have been any prouder regardless of the house that ya ended up being sorted in." He meant it, he didn't think anything about the other houses, even Slytherin. He didn't want to be in the house, but he wouldn't have loved his 'adoptive' daughter any less. Yes, he might as well have adoptive Kira as his own, despite there being no paperwork. He was fugitive, it wouldn't have ended well.
Sure, he might have been able to work his persuasive skills and see what Dumbledore could have done for him. Though that black mark would always be on his name as long as he lived. He tsked her "I suppose it can't be helped. What are ya feeling like Kira? Feel free to have anything ya like. No limits." Okay he should have proud put a little limit there, but he could afford it. Kira needed to be spoiled and they needed to celebrate her being in Gryffindor. "Think of it as a celebrating dinner for ya being a Gryffindor."
There would be more questions and he knew it, but he could handle it. "Give people time. I'm sure ya will have them all lining up to be ya friend. Ya a wonderful girl, and once they realize that ya not just ya last name, ya will have friends. I know ya will. Ya smart , determined, beautiful girl. Though I won't reacted kindly if anyone hurts ya." The beautiful bit was because he was proud of his daughter and he was really a protective father deep down. Sirius had never had a single child of his own, he had been thrown in Azkaban and never had a steady girlfriend. It hadn't really been his thing to be tied down.
He turned to head towards the house of Black so he could at least set down her suitcases. Plus he had a feeling that most muggle restaurants wouldn't take well to having Kira holding Shade in their establishment. "Which reminds me I have a present to give ya once we eat." A little feeling he had and he might have prepared something , he had totally forgotten after her display with bringing up Azkaban-- that was until now.
nycttophilic:
“You like graveyards..?? What kind of child are you?” he asked the boy with displeasure clear on his tongue and in his eye. But…he enjoyed the company of the dead as well, so he often frequented graveyards too. But it would be hard to listen to this boy with whispers of the dead in Henry’s ears…
The other perhaps believed in curses. Naoki had made sure to keep the word curse vague. When he could mean curses to mean abilities in general, he simply had used it as such because his blood parents had called his ability a cursed. He had been born with a cursed eye, so he didn't know what else to call it. His eye drove others to insanity. He couldn't risk that with his fathers, so he believed his own ability to still be a curse. He had no clue what Dazai was capable of, he didn't ever talk about his eye or what had truly led to his parent's insanity. The less they knew the better.
This other child's skin was cold, it was like he was holding a corpse's hand rather than a living human being. Not just that but this boy didn't react to his taint, what a odd child. Though he could be considered the same thanks to how he normally was. He snorted "a different one I suppose. What type of child are ya? Ya seem to not be able to hear and need a hearing aid. Ya seem lost in ya own thoughts. I find graveyards calming oddly enough."
He only let the other's hand go once he had dragged him deep into the graveyard. "Ya don't seem to be resisting or complaining too much about the location. Meaning ya might like them yaself. Tell me, am I right? Curses are real." He moved away from the other a little and went towards one of the crypts and pulled out a crow bar he had hidden there recently. He slowly went to open it and looked inside. He smirked "perfect."
"I come here often if ya were wondering. The dead is better to be around then the living sometimes. Ya could pass for the dead yaself with how cold ya skin is. Ya cursed aren't ya?" He didn't beat around the bush. He had pulled out the skull and was holding it close to his chest as he turned around and looked at the other. "I'm right, hit on the head. I would know, I'm cursed too."
diverse-hearts:
“God doesn’t just speak with anyone - but maybe if you told me what the fuck was going on…”. He’s dangerous…but look for an opening. I don’t wish to deal with temperamental children. He wasn’t going to be the one having to deal with this psycho, “Your type of game seems awfully one sided…where’s the fun in that?”
He laughed, it was dark as dark could be as he watched the blood pool down into a small puddle. The way the other tried to press himself to the back of the cell to get away from him. "I find ya interesting, a human who is a vessel of a God. Such a temper." He leaned forward to lick the blood from the other's chest. Dazai was dangerous when he got like this. When the Dazai that Chuuya could be dangerous, he was nothing compared to this side of him. This side that abuse had formed and the mafia had made darker than dark could be . So the other stated that God didn't just speak to anyone.
"Fun. Oh does someone wish to be let free to try to run. A game of cat and mouse. No strings. Don't worry that will come soon enough" he hummed slightly trailing his finger down the other's chest. He had plenty of time , the other personality was weak--- and currently fast asleep and sealed off. Dazai didn't house a God, he just had a nasty split personality and currently the one out wishing to play was the dark side of him. It wasn't so simple as being split up into good and evil, though this Dazai had no goodness in him whatsoever. "As for God not speaking to anyone, I'm sure that will change soon enough~"
Black met with blue ,seeming to stare into his very soul. "How should I allow ya to address me. This is our first meeting after all." He seemed to think and just stepped back to look at the other. "Yami, I suppose that would be the best way a Godly vessel would call me. I'm nothing like the soft side that ya have come use to dealing with. The side ya so stupidly trust. It was too easy to take over and drag ya here. I don't care much about ya, the soft side might--- but I could care less about the vessel. I only want the God ya have inside of ya." This darkness, Yami as he called himself, had just admitted Dazai had some type of feelings for Chuuya. Though he didn't care.
He continued, "So according to ya files, it would seem that neither of ya would remember anything. Arahabaki, I know ya can hear me. Why don't ya come out and play with me and stop using the boy. I can always make it worth ya while. This softer side of me doesn't know just what type of ability he has, but what if I told ya I could unlock those memories. Unlock all of that chaos that was locked away~" He was attempting to lure out the God without torturing the vessel. A classic little game , much better to get him out to play in this prison rather then in the main event. Would the God bite?
diverse-hearts:
“Your chasing a dream, Zane…all you’ll feel is disappointment if you keep blindly down this path. Are you ready to become nothing more but a weapon? A pawn to be tossed into the enemy’s face under the pretence of settling debts? Can you say with confidence that you’ll protect those under your care? You havent fucking thought on the details at all. You don’t get how this city works or the power struggles…or anything cause all you want is the old fucking gang back and you can’t accept that isn’t going to happen”.
A deep breath was taken. His heart raced and a part of him knew that was due to the care that he did have for the other male. “I write a bit and Elise went ahead and made sure you got it…you were never supposed to see it. I’m aware of how much you hate me”. And yet there had been that sudden kiss. What had that been about? He should just go. He’d taken up enough of his time.
He wasn't liking any of what Chuuya was saying. Though he knew that he had a point and he hated it. It had been seven years and he was already finding out that people had moved on. Though he couldn't let this go. He couldn't just stop, he had no where else he belonged. Chuuya didn't understand that and like hell would he ever admit to such a thing either. Shirase would be at his side, his little brother believed in him and this cause. Yes, Shi didn't know what he had to do just to get Sheep back up and going "Shut the fuck up!" He snarled at the other despite the fact that smoke filled his lungs. Smoking was supposed to be helping him, but no it wasn't.
This wasn't a delusion, this could be real again--- Sheep wasn't just something in the past. Sheep could be remade, it wasn't just the memories he wanted. Sheep in general was what he wanted. It didn't matter if all the old members came back, he knew that some would have moved on. He knew it deep down before he even began to figure out how to do this movement. He wasn't just walking in blind here. "I'm no one's bitch and no one's weapon. Ya don't know fuck about me, stop trying to pretend like ya do" he hit the wall with his fist and he could feel the blood as it began to drip down his arm. He didn't care.
He exhaled the smoke. "This isn't just some dream, some blind path that I just randomly woke up one day and decided I wanted ta do. Fuck ya. Fuck ya, Chuuya! I will protect all of em. Even if some of da others don't wish ta come back, if they moved on--- Sheep isn't about da memories. Sheep means something ta me. So fuck ya." His temper was exploding for sure. He took a long drag from his cigarette as sea green eyes looked over the other.
He didn't care who this Elise was. So Chuuya wrote it and never wished for him to see it. Meaning that the words were actually written from the heart. Fuck why did any of this matter. His heart was pounding against his chest and he was hoping the cigarette would help. He had also kissed the other, actually kissed him. It hadn't been terrible. What the fuck! Why couldn't he keep hating him? Why did this have to happen to him. Though he could use... no he quickly pushed that thought away.
"Yes I fuckin hate ya guts. For all ya did to Sheep, to Shi... of course imma hate ya fuckin guts" He growled and stepped forward cigarette perched between his lips. "Why da fuck ya 'ave to show up again. Pretendin like ya know shit bout me, bout wat I been through." He had pushed the other into the wall hard. Bleeding fist about to punch him, but he didn't. "Ya don't fuckin know shit." He blew smoke into the ginger's face. He needed to nip this shit in the bud and get this over with. "Ya have some death wish don't ya, huh" his lips were close to Chuuya's.
The cigarette falling from his lips and to the ground , burning out the moment it hit. Again his lips crashed roughly against Chuuya's. "I hate ya so fuckin much" he crashed his lips again to his. He could feel the heat building in his cheeks. He didn't know what was even going on anymore, this time he didn't pull away.
