#{ thread | dom }

[rosy-bless]

obsessed with the nuance between a cocky “you can’t make me sneeze” and a desperate “please don’t let me sneeze”

[tigreblvnc]

cw: murder case, angst, thriller, cat-and-mouse game.

Isagi's back rests against the cabinet. The hundreds of neatly aligned files tremble under his weight.   He sighs, wiping away the thin layer of sweat coating his forehead with the back of his hand.

His chest swells,   then collapses in a meditative exhale.  

Eyes closed, the only thing he can sense is the scent of his lukewarm coffee.   The waft of cigarette smoke that fills the precinct's offices.

He clears his mind, drowning out the constant hum of the bustling building:   the incessant ringing phones,   the paperwork piling up on every surface, mountains of torment,   the sharp heels echoing down endless corridors,   the trivial chatter around the coffee machine,   the printers endlessly whirring.

He shuts out all the external noise interfering with his thoughts.

"How does he do it?" Officer Nanase wonders from across the room, while his colleague, spinning idly in his desk chair, smirks.

"Leave him be, Inspector's deep in meditation," Karasu, his legs casually crossed and propped on his desk, glances at his watch. "Ah. Time for a break. Nanase, ya comin'?"

The pair takes off, leaving Isagi Yoichi to his deep reflection.

On the right wall, the one overlooking the vast streets of the capital, stands a corkboard.   Pinned to it are photos, newspaper clippings, evidence, and clues, all connected by colored strings.   His eyes open to this mental map, one only he can understand.

His back pulls away from the cabinet.   He faces the fruits of his two-month-long investigation.

It's an unprecedented case that shakes the heart of Tokyo.   The entire city is holding its breath.

Where is the killer?   How did they leave no trace of their last crime?   What's their name?   Is it a man? A woman?   Does they act alone, or are they being helped?

The last appearance of the criminal dates back two weeks, in Kabukicho—the red-light district of Tokyo.

What are they after? What are their intentions behind their actions…?

Isagi crosses his arms over his chest, resting his chin in one hand, perplexed.   If only he could understand his attacker's mind better.   If only he could meet them, just once…   Then, everything would become clearer.

At least,   that's what he believes.

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | RIN ITOSHI & YOICHI ISAGI ROLEPLAY.

[thcophagy]

open to: anyone.

featuring: sonny bowen, twenty-three, bisexual, amateur thief.

plot: with a job at the local convenience store barely paying him enough to keep his shabby apartment, living off of scraps and that which he could steal while working, sonny has decided to start stealing from the rich folks who live in the well off part of the city. on his first attempt, your muse discovers him in their bedroom after he broke in, thinking they were away on vacation.

"s-sorry, i-i didn't- i thought you were-" he might've been a pretty crappy criminal, but sonny wasn't a total moron. he's miscalculated, made an assumption about what time they'd been home from their vacation and been terribly inaccurate, those were mistakes he couldn't change and could learn from in the future but in that moment, he knew that playing the snivelling, pathetic loser would buy him more sympathy points than if he let his frustration at the situation show. "i-i haven't taken anything- i swear" a fancy watch had been shoved into his bag mere seconds before he heard their bedroom door open, but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. a rich asshole like them could buy more watches, while for him he could pawn the fucker and hopefully get enough for groceries for the week. "p-please. i-i was just l-looking. i've n-never been in a house this n-nice before."

[kcyars99]

Taylor's reaction to The Times' review of TTPD:

''🤍These chemicals hit me like whiiiiite wiiiiine 🤍''

[zombeesknees]

i was confused as to why my dash was suddenly full of LOST -- specifically the "Pilot", which, truth be told, really IS a helluva pilot, regardless of what came after -- and then I realized yesterday was the 20th anniversary of the premiere.

[merry-andrews]

Hi!! I'm looking for a rp partner 21+ for Ethan Winters/Karl Heisenberg pairing! I published an ad in many rp blogs but couldn't find a partner sadly and I'm so into RE right now! I'm okay with all theme and usfw is so welcomed here, too!

[writermuses]

Though Caitriona nodded, she wondered if Dominic thought she was a bad mother for not having thought of doing that. Though they were together before her father's murder and her mothers untimely death, Caitriona hadn't taken Dom to meet them, only talked about them often. "My dad left INTERPOL before TK was born. I'm not sure he would have even had connections to get something like that set up for us, let alone any kids that TK and I would have one day. I can only assume it's pretty expensive." Now that he'd seen her flat it was obvious she didn't have a penny to her curse name. At his suggestion to let it go for now, she nodded with a polite smile, though the worry would stay there.

Mary was all color and Caitriona had never met anyone like her before. Jude was immediately drawn to the woman, all wide eyes and grabby hands. "My family calls-called me Mo, but anything's fine. Caitriona's a bit of a mouth full." She swallowed, still a little nervous and half behind Dominic's larger form, though the chunky baby in her arms was cooing and leaning forward, still eager to get out of her arms and into Mary's. "Would you like to hold him. He's clearly more interested in you than me." There was no sense of worry or sadness in her tone. She trusted that Dom wouldn't put Jude around someone unsafe.

continued from here for @sirxnx

[ultfan]

the greatest struggle of all is believing komaeda would be hypersexual (it makes sense given what we know — i could write up a whole thing on it), but knowing half the fandom portrays him that way — but like. in a way i hate and view as really strange LMAO.

[kurtxhummels]

When they initially talked about going on a 'date', the plan had been to go for dinner, but when Dom had suggested going to a wine tasting instead Kurt had readily agreed to the change; truthfully, it could have been wine tasting before dinner, but to be fair as soon as he heard 'wine tasting' that was all he needed to hear. Kurt had been to a couple wine tastings in New York with some casting directors before everything with Trent had come out, and he genuinely enjoyed it. Opting to wear a pair of form-fitting black pants, a white collared shirt with the first few buttons undone, and a purple-grey blazer with a purple and white pocket square, he smirked at his reflection in the window outside of the winery, fixing a small piece of hair that was out of place before glancing down at his watch. He was a few minutes early, so he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and leaned against the front of the building while waiting for Dom to arrive.

@djdomberry

[owleics-fr]

Biggest pet peeve of mine is everytime theres a dom battle, without fail, there will be someone going WHOA, why is the fodder floor so high?! 10 gems?! Wtf!

[roxana-santiago]

Roxana wondered if it's common for small cities like Bearcreek to have random events. There was always some function in Philly, but with how large the city is, you rarely kept track of them. Given the size of Bearcreek and that Chase told her of the carnival, Roxana knew it was a matter of time before she crossed its path during her weekend excursion. After Chase told her about the carnival, Roxana found all the information on the city's site and read that there would be a fireworks show. Happy as can be at a doggy daycare, Kiba was given a little puppy sedative in case the fireworks scared him. There's no way Roxana will bring him to the carnival as he'll drag her around the grounds in hopes of catching any stray food crumbs.

After her arrival, Roxana entered the ticket booth line, ready to purchase a decent amount for games and rides. She busied herself on her phone, skimming Instagram (under an alias), and tapped into an ad for a face cream. While she looked at the reviews, someone joined the line behind her. Roxana gave them a cursory nod and hesitated. "Dom?" she asked, hoping to whatever higher being was listening that she didn't fuck up his name. "Hi. It's Roxana. We met at the..." another beat of hesitation, "cornhole game." The inner eye-roll commenced, for she loathes the name. "Did you just get here?"

[thcophagy]

open to: anyone. (women if romantic).

featuring: arlo luna, twenty-one, heterosexual, psychology student.

plot: your muse and arlo were childhood friends, one of the only friends he had and managed to keep for a substantial time. when it was time to go to high school, they drifted apart despite arlo's best efforts to keep connected. a couple years after graduating, your muse messages arlo and asks if he wants to meet up for coffee.

"i was, uh... i was surprised to hear from you." surprised was an understatement, also a nicer way of saying that he'd been downright terrified upon receiving their text message but he didn't want to appear too uncool, not when he was trying so hard to make a good impression. he brushed a stray curl out of his face and readjusted the small mug of coffee sat in front of him before forcing himself to look back across at his friend- if they could be considered that after years of not talking and being ignored in the hallways. he'd never held it against them, he wasn't the sort of person people were begging to be friends with and after the rumours started about his family, he and his sister were swiftly shunned from all levels of social acceptability. "ive seen you've been good- you've been doing good. i mean, i 've seen on like, social media and stuff..." did it still hurt to have been thrown to the side so casually? of course, but he didn't have it in him to hold a grudge, hating them would hurt so much more.

[kcyars99]

so tortured, so poet

[domdrawz]

Have all the Cattatons and Napstacats!!!

OH BOY OH BOY- I LOVE ALL OF EM 🤌🤌🤌 I want em sb also I love love how you drew em, like I said, MAKES ME WANT THEM SO MUCH

[writermuses]

Since telling Dominic about Jude and moving in with him, Caitriona had tried to be respectful and keep her distance. Their son was, luckily, the most easiest baby to please; eat, sleep, eat, new diaper, eat, cuddle, and repeat. It helped her keep a schedule in Dom's house of cleaning up after themselves, cooking, doing yard work. In Jude's time asleep Mo was doing what he'd asked of her, like learning to use a gun or things he'd mentioned, like watching YouTube videos for self-defense. She'd decided to do the laundry, putting on her headphones because Jude had only just gone down for a nap and the new monitor Dominic had purchased alerted on their phones when the baby woke up. Since he had kept strange hours for work and she had stopped asking him when he'd be back, making a habit of packing meals and leaving leftovers tidy in the fridge, Mo, not hearing him come home when she was putting Jude down didn't hesitate to walk into his bedroom. The basket in her hand fell loudly to the ground- along with her jaw.

Sure, she'd seen Dominic naked before, but it had been some time and the thoughts she'd had about him didn't do the reality justice. Her mouth went dry as she fell to her knees and started throwing the dirty clothes back in the basket. "I'm so sorry, Dom." Caitriona pulled the headphones out and kept picking up the tiny clothes and tinier socks, while having no self control and still glancing at him. Her dry mouth then watering as she wondered if his muscles were always so defined. Clearing her throat she whispered, "I was just coming to get your laundry. I didn't realize you were back."

for @archxngxl based on  🙅‍♂️ from ask meme 10

[kamisadopteddaughter]

Michael Cole calling Dominik "brainwashed" again, we're getting those sympathy points back.