#noticemebandagemachine

[moonlightjinko]

@noticemebandagemachine || continued

It's not very often he does cross paths with someone from the Port Mafia, but it did happen. By no means would he normally engage, always lowering his gaze and continuing on his way as quickly as possible. He may have done the same with Akutagawa, if it were not for the scent of blood in the air that made him immediately suspicious. So he'd approached.

The answer Atsushi gets isn't surprising and he furrows his brow in irritation. This guy was never going to call him by his name, was he? Whatever. That wasn't what was important.

"It's hard to know with you. Are you okay then?"

Damn, he really just asked that, huh.

[nullifiedhuman]

@noticemebandagemachine from here

Dazai remains quiet even after the question was asked. Not that Rashōmon intimidated him or anything. The clothing couldn't hurt him of course.

Though he does offer a small shrug in response as he lets the silence linger for a moment longer.

Okay, maybe two or three moments longer.

"You looked cold, I guess."

[tigertigerburningwhite-blog]

@noticemebandagemachine suddenly coughed into the scene

Atsushi was alone in a small store enjoying his most consistent source of happiness in his entire life: chazuke. 

But then suddenly he heard a familiar coughing behind him, one that was familiar enough that he could tell who it was even if he didn’t turn around to see who it was. Also because that person in question is one who terrifies him a lot in general.

“A-Akutagawa...?”

[tigerofmoonlight]

Nurse of an Assassin

No Harm Done Verse

@noticemebandagemachine

Atsushi had been fighting Akutagawa, once again, on a rainy afternoon, but that fight was just getting started when he noticed the other man was moving slower than usual. 

His attacks were hesitant, he didn’t seem able to dodge with nearly the speed Atsushi had come to expect. At first, he was just confused and watched him puzzledly. However, when he started paying more attention to the way he moved and his face, everything finally clicked. 

When the realization came over him, he tried to pull back and skidded to a stop in the rain before he could hit him again. 

“You’re hurt,” he gasped, eyes wide as he looked at him. “Why would you fight me when you’re hurt?!” his voice was scolding as he frowned at him. 

[bsd-positivity]

I highly enjoy rping with @nakaharaxchuuya​, @ningenshikkxku​, @silxntrabiddog​, @noticemebandagemachine​, and @the-great-fitziisms​. I feel like no matter what, I could probably slide a plot to them, and we would have a good time running with it, whether it be on tumblr, or discord.  ---  @kurokonoha​.

[nakaharaxchuuya-blog]

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Chuuya gasped, groaning quietly when he turned the corner and bumped into a younger student, knocking both of them down onto their asses. He stood up and scowled at the other boy, blinking a few times once he realised he was a fellow Slytherin.

Oh, okay. He could cut the guy some slack then.

“...sorry, my bad.” he said, offering his hand to help the other stand up. “You okay? Look, I gotta dash, Quidditch practice. Unless you were going to the stadium, too?”

[txintedsorrow]

@noticemebandagemachine

Trails of blood rolled down his arm, breath coming out in pants. The pain was stronger on his wrist, he had been attacked. Normally that would mean nothing but the enemy had a strange ability, with their voice they could alter the state of one body part. They had chosen his right hand. Chuuya gasped leaning against the wall, his phone in hand.

“Akutagawa, can you see where I am now? Sent more troops.”

[silverweretiger]

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