#rashomoneffect

[rachelhann88-blog]

라쇼몽효과#rashomoneffect#Besinnlichkeit#비오는늦은밤#invielerHinsicht#어서자자#아쇼미더머니봐야지

[excosanostra]

lays out in nothing but one of his shirts. happy birth ur present is the Best Subordinate Ever

     the day was still young-- the radiant sun glared through tinted windows, only half visible through the dark drapes which hid the panes away. his own coat having been left behind by the entrance to his apartment had left him feeling much more at home-- comfortable, lacking those heavy layers on a warm day such as today. 

     the man had found himself to be quite lucky today-- with the fair excuse of having turned twenty-three today, dazai was able to wriggle himself away from work, getting a full day off. how he would spend his free day, he hadn’t been sure-- there were far too many options. he could sleep, watch a tv drama, read, or perhaps even learn a new recipe of some sorts ? it’d be much more useful than his usual day-to-day activities. alas, a decision could not be made, leading the ex-mafioso to his bedroom where he’d been planning to rest on his choices-- saving the decision for later. 

     though, what awaited the man was not rest, but simply a sharp turn of events. propped upon his futon sat a very slim figure, whose very appearance almost startled the man-- having been an uninvited guest, anyone may easily be concerned at finding such a person on their bed. but a few moments later, the figure was easily recognizable, quickly shifting dazai’s anxiety into something much more akin to that of embarrassment and surprise.

     speechless. ah, he was absolutely speechless. there were simply no words for the detective to reply with. luckily, the figure before him had spoken is his usual soft tone, allowing an opportunity for the elder male to reply.

     a deep breath was given before a smile could make its way upon his face. it was then, he’d trail over to his previous subordinate, where he would take a seat beside him, and hum contently. eyes scanned over the younger male along with his ( very oversized ) single article of clothing which belonged to him. 

     ❛ aku-chan, ❜ the man practically purred as he dragged the other closer and set him upon his lap, 

     ❛ you know, i must admit, this has got to be, by far, the best gift i’ve received from you, ❜ a pause, ❛ in fact, i may love this gift more than anything i’ve gotten in the past. thank you ♡❜

                   and with that, he dragged the other in close for a kiss. 

[shesaves-blog]

     the sea side town of PORTHAVEN was once one of peace, trade was strong & the people blossomed, children played barefoot in the sands & doors were left open, unlocked as their occupants held naught but trust for their neighbours. but now the soft salt breeze laced with traces of iron scent, the cobbles of the roads stained with rain washed bloodshed & the only trade remaining was one controlled by the steady flow of black market leaders.

     THE ‘ PORT MAFIA ‘ they named themselves, a term derived from a world far away from their own & that easily struck fear into the fiercest of men—— not even the king in all his somewhat arrogant confidence dared make too much of an effort to put a halt to their business. take from the poor to keep for themselves, kill all who oppose. that seemed to be what they were all about, high skilled wizards, sorcerers ( & esses ) that dappled their hands in the dark arts right the way up to their elbows. surely, even their very HEARTS were black by this stage.

     one particular man of note was a rather sickly individual, deathly pale with sunken eyes & a terrible cough that plagued him always. dressed in darkness, a charmed coat of black that ran to the floor, white ruffles at collar & cuff visible from the shirt beneath; quite akin to a crow some say... a carrion crow.

     & in his path was where sophie found herself. shuffling her way down the alleys on her way to the porthaven castle door, taking a route meant to be of least trouble & conflict—— yet here she was, as was he, together & alone. he was menacing, sophie couldn’t help but silently wish HOWL was at her side.

     “ please —— i have no quarrel with you.  let me pass. “

@rashomoneffect ♥’d for a starter ( ten years ago )

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rashomoneffect replied to your post:i’m currently making icons, but if anyone wants to...

plot wher oda stomps aku into the fucking dirt where he belongs

HE WOULD NEVER!!!!!!

[decreteux]

        @rashomoneffect​

        CHILLING. it certainly was a strange sensation; lelouch himself had always been quite thin, but the stranger before him seemed to consist merely of hollow bones held together by thin ligaments. and those eyes, the unnerving way in which they silently picked people apart - although not in any immediate danger, he found himself just waiting for the other to strike.          ❛  akutagawa, was it? pleasure to meet you. ❜

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rashomoneffect replied to your post

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ace i’m :”)))