#nohumaen

[frost-eyed-autumn]

{--Tfw you cause a chain reaction LOOOOL.--}

[stormslullaby]

French man, french man, come out of the basement in 2025-- /dies najdnkjanda im sorry i had to dksjnfkjdsn

well, since he's being rushed, he'll just stay in the basement until 2028. he'll get the job done, but only when he decides he's ready to do so.

paul verlaine refuses to be rushed.

@nohumaen

[ahogedetective]

@nohumaen liked for a winter starter!❄️ (for Kyouka!)

"Are you sure you want to walk with me, Izumi-san? It's awfully cold out today. Plus it's snowing... I can just bring you something back if you'd like."

Which made the scenery outside look all the more beautiful, which made him want to walk in it. He was going to visit the local coffeeshop, treat himself to a nice coffee while relaxing... And maybe because of that or the sweets the shop has, Kyouka wanted to join him, too.

"Ah, don't get me wrong, I would be more than happy to have your company. I'm just worried if you might risk catching a cold, is all."

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💙 - I love your muses! 💜 - I love you, the mun! 🤎 - Your characters are well developed and deserve more love! 🖤 - Your OCs are valid and important! 🤍 - Your headcanons give me life! 💖 - You write your canon character(s) very accurately! 💗 - Your blog aesthetic is top notch! 💞 - I’m glad we are friends!

you're sweet snow weh,, i love you lots!! it's a pleasure being your friend

positivity meme.

[frost-eyed-autumn]

drops these with cookies for u 💗 💖 🤍🤎💙 💚 ❤️ 😆 😍 😊

💗 - Your blog aesthetic is top notch! 💖 - You write your canon character(s) very accurately! 🤍 - Your headcanons give me life! 🤎 - Your characters are well developed and deserve more love! 💙 - I love your muses! 💚 - You inspire me! ❤️ - You’re my favourite blog! 😆 - You always make me laugh! 😍 - I love your writing style! 😊 - It makes me happy to see you on my dashboard!

{--Thank ya a bunch, Snow! Always a pleasure having you around too and writing with ya!--}

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@nohumaen asked: [ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ], from kyouka to whoever appeals you the most ♥

"This song... it's pretty. Arietta likes." A cheerful smile as she holds her doll close and listens. The other girl seems to like it too. She even had a doll just like Arietta. "Does... Miss Bunny like too?"

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@nohumaen asked: [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ], dazai for kyuusaku~!!

When a hand grabs their own, does the child freeze up. Only one person was ever brave enough to make contact with them. Dazai. Their insides twitch with anger and hate so vile and cruel, but so bright and excited as they look up with dark ebony eyes. Then they smile, cheerful and innocent like a child.

"Dazai-san~! Are you here to play with me? Is your little kitty friend here? I didn't get to properly break him last time~ So it would be soooo fun to play with him again!"

The demon seemed to be alone today... so Kyusaku couldn't torment him by hurting his friends. Boor-ing. A shame though, Dazai had to go ruin their fun with the person they were supposed to break instead by showing his ugly face. They had just been allowed out again and Dazai had to go and ruin it!

"Are you here to keep your promise? To carve out my heart?" They want to burn the hand holding their own. "I'm going to curse you one of these days, Dazai-san~ And break all your friends too~ Because I hate hate hate you~"

[nullfier]

  ▍ CASE FILE . . . OZAKI, KOUYOU ⤻ @nohumaen .

kouyou's offices were unfamiliar territory for dazai, not so used to being summoned to stand on the opposite side of her desk. that had always been chuuya's domain, his spot, where dazai's was right behind their boss, and in more recent times, by his side as dazai neared the inevitable rise to the executive's seat mori made him strive for, made him battle chuuya for - a wasted effort, dazai already knew he had it in the bag, but the competition was fun, either way. nearing her doors, he made no attempt to knock, instead reaching for the handle and turning, just his head poking through the opening in the hopes he would find the room empty and he could go home, make the journey back to his four metal walls and become a ghost in the outskirts of the city until he had to string his bones together and play pretend. not likely, because dazai's features pinched as he spotted her in her radiance, and begrudgingly pulled himself into the room. “ you wanted to see me? ” a quick flicker of his gaze about the room, before he settled against the arm of the chair positioned opposite her desk, making a show of the fact he didn't aim to stay long. “ if this is about that report, chuuya lost a bet and had to finish my half, so whatever that sore loser wrote ... ” not my problem, he didn't say, but it lay unspoken in the upward twitch of his lips.