#ossuaried

[exoculo-blog1]

cook for m

             take 1000 steps away from m

[fearfulfortitude-blog]

| @ossuaried | 

    The afternoon is spiraling into itself, the air brittle and cold as if it could shatter with one stray puff of breath. Mutsuki pulls his coat tighter around himself on the way up the main drive toward the Tsukiyama estate. His bag is weighed down with files he has to spend the weekend sifting through, old technicalities in paperwork and potential investigative leads. He already feels he needs a nap, but that’s a problem for a less busy weekend. 

    At least he’s got the comforting familiarity of home-- 

    “O-oh! Um...?” He stops short after rounding the corner from the rose garden, raising his eyebrows at the strange man. A...trespasser? Or perhaps a family business colleague? He’d better be gracious just in case. He approaches with polite caution, “Excuse me! Hello! Um...may I help you?”

[shirubaka-blog]

this is by far one of the stranger encounters he’s had. and while he’s very certain the man isn’t injured or dying , as he had dramatically put it , konaru still gave into his demand anyway and bought him food.  ( actually ... if he was really dying , he wouldn’t be able to walk this far. he’s just now realizing that. )

“ ahh ... mister -- dazai ? ”

“ while it’s good you’re okay now ... why were you standing in front of a train in the first place ? ”   ever the hero , of course he saved him.

@ossuaried   |   starter call.

[jisatsumania-blog]

ossuaried replied to your post: .

i don’t ID with dazai or anything but this chapter kicked me in the face with one of my actual like. triggers so im sweatin and kind of in the same place ? so like ,, not for the same reason but i feel u. take care of urself okay ,, i know we dont talk rly but if u need to vent or anything just let me kno im here for u ok

ooc: thank u i appreciate this from the bottom of my (now dead inside) heart :’) we should stick together. i hope u feel a lot better too

[kinovar-blog]

@ossuaried

"I’m sorry it has to be this way, Dazai-san, but drastic times call for drastic measures. Our time together has come to an end; any last words?”

One might think they’ve got a gun trained on him, but no, it’s just a garden hose.

[dwellving-blog]

lines up for a smooch

               let’s get cute.     |    1 / 3 

          affection isn’t a word in her vocabulary, not exactly ; she receives it when demanded, but rarely is it ever returned  ( the best you’ll get is a tilt of her head into your hand, or using you as a pillow for a nap. )  she won’t shy away from it, depending on who you are, especially if it’s in the form of petting her head. although not necessarily easy, it’s a way to calm her down && make her stop biting.

         this is one of those times. the local chew toy seems to have found the best way to cease her previously never ending biting, easing her off from her latched place on his arm. without complaints, she’s made her place comfortably next to him instead, contently allowing fingers to run through crimson strands of hair.

         head tilts && moves every now && then, when she decides the repetitive feeling in one area was getting old, moving it to another. a circling process, pressing her head into his hand, moving it, so forth. 

         after however long  ( she wasn’t keeping her mind on how long she’d been sitting here, the devil was in no hurry to leave a nigh blissful state ),  she’s pressing rough skinned cheek into the palm of his hand, still as content as before. there’s no question what her next action is ; a nuzzling of her cheek against his hand, nudging nose into his palm.  

           it continues for a few moments, eyes closed && almost peaceful until -- CHOMP. again, sinking teeth into his hand without hesitation. maybe she was just yawning && his hand got in the way.  ( totally. )