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Dazai going to simply hand his other Dazai a paper airplane.

Dazai will immediately launch it at Kunikida, hitting him right in the eye. How he got past his glasses, science doesn’t know.

#dsljkfngsdfg #hereticpath #( & ) Dazai IC

👋 from Dazai (probably from arms to neck to cheek)

Send a "👋" For My Muse's reaction to Your's running their hands along their body.

It had seemed typical. Just any other back-and-forth. Chuuya had forgotten what they were even talking about before now, but he couldn’t even think about that over the fact that Dazai just drove him up the wall. He was about to speak again, but feeling the other’s hands on him made him freeze up.

“Oi, what...” He looked down for a moment, watching Dazai’s hands slide up his arms. Chuuya seemed to slowly relax, but Dazai would be able to feel his pulse still thumping as those hands reached Chuuya’s neck. He met Dazai’s eyes, a clear question of ‘what are you doing?’ visible in his expression. It would lessen slightly when those hands reached his face.

It wasn’t the first time Dazai had had his hands on Chuuya’s face, not by a long shot. There had even been times he’d brought the mafioso back to his senses, just with a simple touch to his cheek. With a slow exhale, Chuuya leaned into the other’s touch. Some small part of him nagged him to do more than that, but he resisted.

Still... Despite how oddly nice it felt, he had to wonder why Dazai would just do this out of nowhere.

“You know, if there’s something you need to say, just say it.” Not that he was one to talk.

#hereticpath #!IC [Chuuya]#!Received Letters [Answered Asks]

hereticpath replied to your post: “ And what, exactly, are you hoping to ...

“I was hoping to seduce you!” -Dazai

“ Seduce me, hm? “ Brown eyes gleam with entertainment and he gives a slight hum of introduction. “ To entice the Beauty Angel....well then, let’s see if you have what it takes to catch an angel ~ “

#hereticpath #this is them every single time #dear god you two #✦ a beautiful force to be reckoned with ✦ {yukari}

030. — Electrocute my muse. (from Dazai; murder, torture, your choice)

LETS FREAKING MURDER SERI.

She can feel the race in her heart, as straps and chains prevent her from being able to move at all. Wrestling against the restraints proves to be pointless as metal eats into the skin with a bruising twist. She must’ve been figured out, Angou had warned her of the dangers of PORT MAFIA, but she needed to find proof of their wrong doings.

Either way she needed an out and soon, before they figure out who her boss actually is. All hopes dash at the clicking sound of footsteps against concrete, a giddy sort of smile dressing along the gangster’s lips with what appears to be a cattle prod at hand. His taunting sing song voice almost steels her nerves for whats to come. Leaking any information is not an option she’s willing to entertain.

The quiet thrum of the instrument being brought to life is drowned out by the mans intense gaze, willing the woman to let the truth be known. She tuts and averts her eyes from the scene, rather feeling than seeing as the device is pressed against her skin.

It’s almost like her body no longer becomes her own, as her legs and arms spasm in their restrains, the metallic clinking a background noise to her muffled groans. She can feel the tightening of her muscles as the device is moved away from her, her heart races as it remains unsure of what it’s supposed to do. Will she die here, down in some damp underground torture chamber, keeping the desired secrets close to heart ?

She shouldn’t cry over this, she attempts to will the frantic beat of her heart into something normal and regular. It doesn’t last long when the next round comes into view, “ No !” She cries, squirming away from the awful contraption, it hangs like a blackmail before her, another cheeky question that she refuses to answer - even with the terror of pain, of the feeling of losing feeling in her limbs as her thundering heart beats to a frantic rhythm.

Seri can’t hold back the cry this time, as the prod presses against her once more - demanding she bring forth the answers for it’s masters. Answers she refuses to voice regardless of the fear and pain. At least, she’s thankful silently, she can rest in peace. Knowing she kept their secrets to her dying breath.

#hereticpath #⁰²ˑ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒᵘˢᶤᵗʸ ᶤˢ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜᶤᵃᵗᵉᵈˑ || Ask.#ᵛ⁵ˑ ᴬᶰ ᵒᶠᶠᶤᶜᵉʳ ᵃᵐᵒᶰᵍ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗᶤᵛᵉˢˑ || BSD.#⁰¹ˑ ᴬʷᵃˢʰᶤᵐᵃ; ᴿᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵎ || IC.

( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ from Dazai

Send ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ to kiss my muse on the cheek

It’s a bright day with the sing - songs of life filling the air, drawing a skip in her step as she makes her way through the busy streets. Who would’ve guessed the wonders of the day would start so happily ? Well they usually do for the Housekeeper.

Is it over the top if she starts humming too ?

She skips and dances as if her feet were light like a feather, gently floating freely with the wind, nothing else seems to really matter in this moment. The familiar sign for the ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY welcomes the housekeeper as she skips and twirls her way to the office, assisting these important people with mundane tasks is the least she can do. “ Good morning ~” She sings as she enters, her eyes and smile bright like her mood. She, herself is greeted with a soft peck on her cheek. It draws her smile into a grin, and brings her arm to wrap around the shoulders of the assailant.

Her payback would be simple, without a lot of thought needed to go into it. She turns to face Dazai, and presses her lips against his cheek. “ An eye for an eye, ne ?”

#hereticpath

💉 (for Dazai and Chuuya!)

Send 💉 to spot my Muse with a busted lip they planned to hide

That punch had hurt a lot more than Chuuya had expected it to. Aside from knocking him dizzy, after a few minutes he could barely feel his lip. That fucker must have busted it up... And bolted while he was still stunned. Lovely.

Upon standing up and turning on his heel to find something to clean this up with, of course he would have the wonderful luck of running right into his old partner. Rather than say anything, Chuuya wasted no time in trying to wipe away the blood with the back of a gloved hand. Though, knowing Dazai, the other had probably already seen his injury.

“... Before you say anything, I’m fine. Really.” The mafioso glanced to his side; They both knew he’d had worse. “What’re you doing here, anyway?”

#hereticpath #!IC [Chuuya]#//Thank you~#!Received Letters [Answered Asks]

Headcanon for Izaya?

Say a muse and I’ll tell you a headcanon ! / @hereticpath

Izaya is someone who spends a lot with the computer, since he spends his time researching and storing information. He is good at hacking, but he usually asks for help from someone who is even better than him ( and it’s not something he’s going to accept ). Therefore, when he spends too much time in front of his screens, he usually uses glasses.

#hereticpath #( Q&A. ) ─ Questions have been replied.#( HEADCANON. ) → About Izaya.

Dazai simply offers Chuuya his coat.

Unspoken Fluff Starters

Chuuya perks up a little bit at the sudden, slight weight placed on his shoulders. He could see whose coat it was, looking to it’s owner with a confused look. He was about to protest, but... On second thought, he’d accept it, gripping the fabric a little.