#idealslost

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                '   MATH   isn't   fun   !   All   you   do   is   count   stuff   !   '

「 ★ 」   ⋮    Ａ Ｎ Ａ Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｍ Ａ．   ⋮  ━━    Pouting   definitely   wasn't   going   to   get   anywhere   though;   especially   not   when   it   comes   to   Kunikida   -   niisan.   Rather   than   continue   to   whine,   he   goes   for   a   DIFFERENT   tactic.

            '   If   I   finish   them,   can   we   do   something   REALLY   fun   ?   Like   not   schoolwork   ?   '

             Kunikida   -   niisan,   please   give   this   child   a   break.

[storytell]

@idealslost​     /     twain starter call.

❛     hey  ,  kunikida  !  you  usually  have  the  answers  to  these  sorts  ‘a  things  !  d’you  think  ,  hypothetically  ,  it’d  be  alright  if  i  just  took  off  for  a  few  days  from  time  to  time  ?  it’s  just  that  stayin’  in  one  place  like  this  is  such  a  bore  .     ❜  you  always  took  trips  on  impulse  at  the  guild  .  it  never  really  mattered  there  ------  you  knew  you  were  irreplaceable  to  them  and  there  were  a  lot  more  capable  ability  users  .  the  detective  agency  ,  though  ..  well  ,  you  dunno  how  far  you  can  really  push  things  ,  being  a  former  enemy  and  all  .

❛     i  mean  ,  it’s  not  like  i’d  be  doin’  anythin’  bad  .  stupid  ,  probably  ,  but  ..  i  dunno  .  can  i  tell  you  somethin’  ?  this  is  the  longest  time  i’ve  spent  stuck  in  one  place  since  i  was  14  ,  an’  it’s  only  been  a  few  months  .  i  guess  i  just  don’t  like  that  .     ❜

[misercndvs]

follow @idealslost ,  you won’t get my dog but you’ll get quality content !

[foolslcve]

                        @idealslost​ ♡'d for a starter.

          ❝   kunikida-san? can i ask you for a favor?  ❞

             it had been a wandering thought for a while, but naomi had finally summoned up enough courage to voice it. just like everyone else who worked at the armed detective agency, she wanted to devote every fiber of her being to the agency --- but there was only so much she could do as just an office clerk with minimal training. she had considered discussing it with the president, but first she vowed to get stronger in any way that she could.   ❝   could you... teach me some combat skills or some martial arts techniques?   ❞

[arcadiianliives]

Catch her laughing away at the fact that Kunikida has a mullet.

[lunartxger]

@idealslost | ❤️ ( main verse )

     ❝ Kunikida-san? Did you have a job for me? ❞ he blinked; wondering why it was he was called early in the morning. not that he particularly minded, he just expected the work day to have gone a little slow since there didn’t seem to be anything exciting happening ( they all knew they needed a change of pace once in a while ). ❝ Is it just me, or am I going with someone? ❞

[bombolear]

❛  sorry, i didn’t mean to. it was just so thin, it looked so silky ... dunno why you sound so mean.  ❜     /   @idealslost

[voidveined]

bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.

SOME ONE WORD PROMPTS.send one of the words for our muses to interact based on that word.ACCEPTING.

bloody. my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.

        dazai wishes he could say it was an ACCIDENT… wishes he could say it wasn’t therapeutic— but killing that man had felt like the first breath he has taken in four years. 

        HE DIDN’T SET OUT TO HURT SOMEONE. rather, it was someone who set out to hurt him. but the no-name criminal chose the wrong day to try to rob him. it’s three in the morning on the anniversary of odasaku’s death and he’s sleeplessly wandering the graffiti'd slums when the man JUMPS HIM from behind. which in itself isn’t completely unusual; nor is the scuffle that follows. it isn’t the first time he stepped foot in a bad neighbourhood. it also isn’t the first time he has been set upon because of it. but oda’s matchbox is in his hand— and when the man (high on adrenaline and narcotics and alcohol and who knows what else) manages a fist to his stomach, he drops it. the six remaining matches scatter; the box CRUSHED beneath his aggressor’s foot and something in him snaps.

        eyes as black as murder, he whips out his gun and, brain unplugged from the rest of his body, he shoots the man POINT BLANK in the head.

        and keeps shooting, until the corpse looks like swiss cheese, until his clothes are soaked with blood and his breaths come in shrill gasps. IT’S ALL OVER. everything he has been working towards at the armed detective agency… every day he’d spent trying to become a good man… his fledgling morality, nurtured, testing its wings— stomped on in a split second. HE HAS BROKEN HIS PROMISE. he’s going to lose his job, lose his purpose, lose his friends, lose his family—

       he runs. 

        yokohama is a blur, his pulse fluttering, legs only stopping once they’ve brought him to kunikida’s door. kunikida is the only person he knows who will be BLUNT enough to snap him out of his hysteria. the only person he knows with enough strength to catch the world as it slips through his fingers. the only person he knows who he trusts to see him like this; bandages dirtied with someone else’s blood, shaking convulsively, as white as a sheet. the only person he knows who might UNDERSTAND. 

        did he knock? he can’t remember, he can’t think… but the door opens, and it’s a SOB that splits his chest as he falls to his knees. 

        ❛   i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, kill me—   ❜