#Detective Agency

[rahuratna]

Synopsis:

"Welcome, Visitor, to Jujutsu Guild Academy, tucked discreetly away in the rolling foothills of the Byre Veld Mountains. Our team of expert sorcerers, now misfits and outcasts from society, gather here to train their talented students, as well as use their exceptional skills to solve cases brought to them by those who know the true nature of the Guild ... much like yourself. We invite you to place your case at their disposal. We guarantee that you won't be disappointed."

Genre: Fantasy AU, mystery, suspense, horror, humour, detective agency

Content warnings: dark themes, murder, violence.

Rating: T

Dividers by: @sister-lucifer

Part 1

“Balance is paramount in the world of sorcery, and yet, not easily understood or visualised. The Magical Clade system, developed in the planetary turn of 214, embraces the diverse nature of magic in all forms. Bitura and Matura; the predictable and the unexplored, the two known aspects of sorcery existing side by side in a tenuously held set of universal scales, cannot be wholly characterised by our existing body of knowledge.

Let us then examine their five known components, the arcane origins of which have, thus far, been the subject of much theorising. Human, planetary, chaotic, contractual and natural, different facets of a world we have only just begun to comprehend … “

~ An Introduction to Arcane Clades, A. Zahari.

At the top of a hill in a small vineyard, near the age-smoothed arc of the stairs that lead to an imposing set of oak doors, an elderly man hesitates.

Jirou has arrived against the will of many in his village, seeking the kind of help he knows won’t be available to him elsewhere. He looks up, at the white-painted walls of the former winery, now converted for the purposes of the sorcerers who call this their base of operations.

It seems … peaceful. Idyllic, even. He can see why this place would be a retreat from the bustle and whispered condemnation of society. Now, if only he could muster the courage to –

The doors swing open, and he takes a step back. A man appears in the cool, dark entrance. He wears a short-sleeved white shirt, ideal for the balmy weather, and smart black trousers and boots. His neatly parted hair and the manner by which he adjusts his glasses mark him as one of the officials who probably run the day-to-day operations of this place.

“Good day to you. How may I assist?”

The tone is polite, clipped, professional. Jirou clutches at his straw hat, rotating it nervously within his stiff grasp. He clears his throat.

“Ah … um. Forgive me for intruding. I’m here to see … well, here for help. For my village. I’m from Setsana, just east of the river.”

The bespectacled man glances him over in frank assessment before stepping quietly back through the door and gesturing to him to follow.

“This way.”

“Eh?”

“You want to meet with the sorcerer’s guild, yes?”

“Well … yes, but I thought – “

Jirou sees a glimmer of humour in the eyes of the dark-haired official.

“You may call me Ijichi. What is your name?”

“Jirou.”

“Well, Jirou of Setsana, this agency does not screen their clientele based on location or status. You are clearly here for some assistance, and you’ve asked for it. Now the sorcerers will hear your case.”

Scurrying up the steps and into the cool foyer, Jirou glanced warily around. It was not quite what he had been expecting. The interior had indeed been re-purposed. The terracotta-tiled floor had been preserved, rustic and slightly dusty underfoot. Comfortable rugs had been placed around the airy space. Eclectic, somewhat mismatched antique furniture added a certain charm to the room.

A large hearth stood dormant against one wall, the exquisite grey river stone banded with wooden shelves. Large glass doors opened onto a walled garden on one side, a small courtyard with a carved fountain placed centrally. A wash of cool, fragrant air entered through here, beckoning languidly as Jirou followed Ijichi out and into an adjoining annex.

Clearing his throat, the farmhand addressed Ijichi again.

“Who is it that I’ll be seeing, exactly?”

“Magister Higuruma. He hears all cases and determines what action can be undertaken.”

Ijichi paused, turning slightly, his eyes kind.

“Don’t be put off by his … manner. He simply wants to get to the heart of the matter. Just answer clearly and truthfully. Try to stick to the facts. Wait here for a minute, please.”

Leaving Jirou stewing in the hallway, Ijichi disappeared behind another door. The faint noise of voices, the rustle of paper and a cough could be heard from within. Jirou contemplated turning around and leaving hurriedly. Not running away, no. A tactical retreat. What if this Higuruma was –

The door clicked open and Ijichi reappeared, all too soon.

“You may go in and state your case.”

And thus, Jirou’s fate was sealed.

Higuruma Hiromi was seated behind a large desk, scattered with papers in what could possibly be described as ordered chaos. Jirou entered with the air of a man braving the den of a vicious mountain lion. Higuruma certainly gave off the according aura.

Dark hair, combed back, but slightly dishevelled from the number of times he’d run his fingers through it. The sardonic set of his mouth, the aquiline nose, and above it all, the deep-set, unsettlingly attentive gaze that traced over one’s form, taking in every detail. Higuruma wore a well-tailored waistcoat, gold embroidery over the sable material, his white shirtsleeves rolled back. That faint trace of disorder spilled over here too, visible in the rumpled collar, the ink-stained hands, the dark smudges beneath his eyes that spoke of inadequate sleep, the symptom of an intellect that raced over the landscape of the mundane, gathering a horde of minutiae in its wake.

“Jirou of Setsana?”

“Yes, sir.”

Higuruma waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the seat before his desk and Jirou hurried forward to comply. On the table was a map of the area, marked with a varied array of ink colours and symbols. Jirou was also surprised to see a farmer’s almanack beside the map. He hadn’t ever expected to see such a humble, worn document on the table of such a sorcerer. The sight steadied him, somewhat.

“Thank you for taking the time to hear my case.”

He received only a nod in reply. Higuruma laced his fingers over the desktop and leaned forward, the only signal that Jirou should continue.

“Ah. Um. Our village has been experiencing … some strange things lately. Animals put out to pasture turning up dead. Lights in the forest. Sometimes … well, that’s beside the point, but I feel uneasy. Like something’s coming up from the earth to swallow us all.”

In any other setting, Jirou would never have given voice to such sentiments. Speaking to a sorcerer, however, erased those misgivings. Who knew what mysteries of the arcane Higuruma had already experienced?

The sorcerer in question unlaced his fingers, tracing them over the faded ink trees on the map, denoting the forest near the village.

“Some questions.”

“Pardon?”

“I need to ask some questions.”

“Oh … oh, of course! My apologies if I’ve not given enough – “

Higuruma cut him off, eyes steady, penetrating.

“When did these animal killings begin?”

“Six months ago … I think.”

“You are uncertain?”

“No, I – There were wolves. We found corpses of wolves. Before that. But obviously we didn’t – “

“You didn’t question when the natural predator turned up dead?”

Jirou shrugged helplessly.

“Sometimes bears come down from the mountain.”

“Hmm. And what kind of animals, besides the wolves, were killed?”

“Horses. Sheep. Cattle. Some chickens. Mainly the cows, though.”

“Who found the beasts dead?”

“Different people. I found a horse in a ditch once.”

“How did the horse appear to you?”

“Slaughtered.”

“I need more detail.”

Jirou shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Higuruma’s questions were coming thick and fast, and the elderly man was accustomed to preparing his thoughts before answering.

“Ah. Disembowelled. It’s … entrails had been removed.”

“And they were lying next to the animal?”

“Oh, no. We couldn’t find them anywhere.”

Higuruma raised an eyebrow, pausing slightly for the first time.

“Nothing?”

“No. It was like … the animal had been hollowed out. Like something had reached in and … scooped everything out.”

Abruptly, the sorcerer leaned back in his seat.

“These lights in the forest. Tell me more.”

“Oh, those are strange indeed. We’ve tried to find a pattern as to when they appear, but … they seem to come at odd times. It’s not firelight. Too bright. Almost white. Dancing. It’s definitely magery of some kind.”

“Above the trees?”

“Among them. Between them. Sometimes the trunks of the trees block the light, so we know that it’s moving.”

“And this … feeling you say you have?”

“Oh, that … “

Jirou gave a sheepish chuckle.

“I think with everything going on, I simply … You know. The imaginings of an old – “

“No.”

“I’m sorry?”

“No.”

Higuruma’s abrupt manner took some getting accustomed to. He raised his quill, pointing it at the farmhand like he was preparing to throw it, to pin him and his problem down to a board for analysis.

“Sorcery isn’t about vague incantations and undetermined outcomes. Everything about sorcery is calculated, precise. It relies on universal laws that we haven’t even begun to comprehend, and so, it seems distant or even esoteric. We try to categorise the arcane, place them into neat little pockets to aid our understanding, but that will only take us so far. Your feelings, your dreams, are all likely symptoms of the same problems that plague your village. It’s a pattern we’ve seen many times.”

Jirou gulped heavily.

“We?”

“Our guild.”

Throughout the brief, intense questioning, Higuruma had never written anything down. Now, he dipped his quill, scraping carefully around the edges of the well, and jotted something down on a scrap of parchment. He folded the note and handed it over to Jirou.

“Give this to ijichi when you leave. Permission from the authorities pending, expect our guild members to arrive within three days.”

If Jirou of Setsana had stayed for a few minutes longer, he might have been party to the sudden descent of chaos into the calm that had once reigned over Higuruma’s study. A large tapestry hanging across the left wall shifted slightly, as though in a stray breeze. One of the greyhounds stitched into the rich fabric of the hunting scene moved, the thread of the embroidered eyes snapping subtly back and forth until its gaze faced ahead once again.

Higuruma sighed heavily.

“Do you really think you’re being subtle?”

The hound peered at him. It looked slightly nervous.

“Gojo, I know you’re listening.”

The hound’s goggling took a turn for the worse, the eyes now comically bulging from the tapestry.

“Is it really this hard for you to behave like an adult?”

The hound’s mouth opened wide and new embroidery emerged from its gaping jaws, spelling out the word “YES”.

“For the love of – “

Higuruma raised a finger, shadowy flame erupting across the tip, and the tapestry suddenly folded inwards, then disgorged three occupants, two of whom stumbled right into Higuruma’s desk, the papers on top shifting across the surface of the map he had been studying. Clicking his tongue, the sorcerer folded his arms.

Bright-eyed, cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment, Itadori Yuuji reached up and ruffled his pink hair.

“Good morning, Higuruma – “

“It was his idea.”

Straight to the point as always, Kugisaki Nobara showed not an ounce of shame, her finger pointing firmly in the direction of the tapestry’s third occupant, who had stepped out with stylish flair.

Gojo Satoru, Special Grade Sorcerer, gave a bow that included a flowery, if very irritating, flourish. He straightened and eyed Higuruma cheerfully over his shaded glasses, pale hair gleaming like mage-fire in the dim light of the study. As much as Gojo played into the role of fanciful and flamboyant genius, that undercurrent of monstrous power was always present, one that those close to him had learned to bear with. His apprentices, for some reason, always seemed immune to it.

“You know, I couldn’t help but overhear – “

He received a disbelieving snort in return.  

“Try another tack. I never know why you can’t just sit in on interviews instead of – “

Gojo wagged a finger.

“Oh, come on. I mean, look at me. How do you think a simple farmer would take to seeing someone like me staring at him while he tried to give testimony?”

As always, Gojo was attired as if he’d stepped right out of the pages of a racy bodice-ripper. His ruffled collar, unbuttoned fashionably low, high-waisted trousers and the long overcoat he wore over it all enhanced the roguishly handsome look only he was capable of pulling off without seeming horrendously pretentious.

Higuruma stared back, unimpressed, before pushing away the papers that had drifted over the map. Yuuji and Nobara crowded around his desk, eyes eager. He turned his attention to them.

“Assuming you two have heard Jirou’s case, what do you think the approach should be?”

Yuuji hummed thoughtfully.

“I think … maybe scout the area? Check out those woods. Look for traces of unknown sorcery.”

Nobara elbowed him aside, not to be outdone.

“And talk to the villagers. Look, I grew up in a village like this, and let me tell you, everyone’s just dying to let you know their neighbour’s business.”

Higuruma nodded.

“Good, but we’re missing something vital.”

Gojo’s hand shot into the air.

“Oooh, pick me, Magister!”

 “Come, you two. Think.”

Ignoring Gojo’s pleading look, Higuruma waited patiently. Yuuji’s face had taken on a serious cast, his eyes fixed on the map.

“Uhhh … what about the animals? There must be something about the way they’ve been killed … “

“Precisely. The fact that their entrails were removed tells us something.”

Nobara’s eyes narrowed.

“Some village soothsayers read entrails. To tell people’s fortunes and that kind of thing.”

“Except, in this case, no trace of the entrails was found. You’re certainly right about soothsayers, but they need fresh kills, and for the entrails to be present in the corpse of the animal.”

“So … “

“So you’re going to help with the investigation. With my permission, of course.”

Higuruma finally met Gojo’s gaze and shook his head in silent communication. Gojo gave a small smile in return.

“No need to tell me. You need me for that … other issue. So, who’s it going to be?”

“I’ve already sent a note out with Ijichi. He should be here - ”

A knock sounded on the study door, three sharp taps in quick succession. Yuuji glanced up at the clock and grinned.

“It’s ten o’ clock on the dot. That’s gotta be - ”

If Jirou of Setsana hadn’t hurried home, he might have also witnessed the arrival of the man who would lead the investigation at his village. Brisk, measured pace carrying him across the gravel of the courtyard, Nanami Kento arrived shortly before the stroke of ten.

Formerly a member of the merchant guild, Nanami was always properly attired in formal sorcerer’s robes, a plain, pristine, royal blue waistcoat, trousers and sensible leather walking boots beneath. A yellow patterned cravat formed a slight contrast to the sobriety of his appearance.

To ordinary folk, Nanami looked particularly unremarkable. Like Gojo and Higuruma, however, there was something about him that the trained eye wouldn’t miss; a martial air to his bearing, a certain predatory awareness in his cool glance, a grace in his long stride that spoke of great strength and agility.

Passing through the foyer, he greeted Ijichi, whose communication he had received a short while ago. At the door to Higuruma’s study, he paused, hearing the voices from within. Gojo’s dulcet tones were unmistakeable. Sighing, he checked his pocket watch.

One minute to the hour.

One more minute without Gojo.

He waited, enjoying the brief silence.

At the chime of the clock within the study, he knocked and entered.

“Nanamin!”

“Right on time.”

Nobara tugged at the blonde sorcerer’s sleeve impatiently.

“Come over here. They found some animals with their guts scooped out.”

 “Excuse me?”

Yuuji joined Nobara, lifting Nanami’s carry case out of his hand and ushering him towards the table.

“The new case that just came in!”

“We’re going together to investigate.”

“There’s a small village – “

“And they have these flashing lights in the forest – “

“And this old guy has a bad feeling – “

“And Higuruma doesn’t think it’s his arthritis or indigestion – “

“And he thinks bears come down from the mountain? You ever heard of anything like that?”

Raising his hands in long-suffering protest, Nanami finally gained some silence from the two apprentices. Gojo was lounging against Higuruma’s desk with a smile he wasn’t sure he liked.

“I’m out of this one, Nanami. Higuruma needs me elsewhere.”

Nodding Nanami turned his attention to the Magister who had been watching the scene humourlessly over steepled fingers.

“I assume you’ll brief me?”

“Of course. Give me two hours and I’ll have clearance from the USCRC.”

The Utilitarian Sorcery Centre for Regulation and Control was Higuruma’s old stomping ground, the legal wranglings that took place in its ancient auditoriums setting precedents for the dozens of new permutations of sorcery that came up every year. His exit from the same institution in disgrace, and his subsequent fall from grace in the public eye, was common knowledge at the guild.

There were many, however, who understood Higuruma’s decisions better than others, those from within the system who spoke on his behalf and facilitated his establishment in a fully private sense within the Jujutsu Guild Academy. He still maintained those contacts, allowing him full access to the legal records and accelerated permissions to conduct private investigations on behalf of the guild.

Nanami had never enquired as to the nature of Higuruma’s contacts. Nobody did.

Poring over the map on the table as the Magister pointed out the features of relevance, a crease began to form between Nanami’s brows.

“Animals without entrails … Hmm. That’s definitely cause for concern.”

Yuuji peered into his face curiously.

“What do you think it means, Nanamin?”

Shaking his head, Nanami adjusted the shaded glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“It’s too early for me to say. Speculation can be as dangerous as sprinting across a rickety bridge in cases like these. I can say that this probably involves the Matura aspect of sorcery, possibly some form of natural magic, or perhaps, something conceived to look that way.”

Gojo’s crystalline blue glance was also tracing with that characteristic gleam of sharp clarity over the map.

“I think, considering some of the other cases coming our way, that this would be a great opportunity to let the apprentices get their teeth in.”

He clapped his hands cheerfully while Yuuji and Nobara began to look worryingly excited. Gojo tended to have that effect on them.

“What do you say, kids? Tramping through the countryside, scraping cow dung crusts off your heels, breathing in the scent of fermented straw floors and making friends with fleas and other friendly vermin of all kinds.”

He let out a happy sigh.

“I’d love to go myself, but I’ll make this sacrifice for you, and only you, dearest Nanami.”

“How terribly kind of you,” came the dry rejoinder.

Turning to the apprentices, Nanami cocked an eyebrow.

“He does have a point, though. Go to Ieiri and assemble some evidence kits. Tell her to be on standby for receiving samples from us for analysis over the next few days. And then get yourselves prepared. You know the drill.”

“Yes, sir!”

Receiving two sharp salutes, the two over-enthusiastic youngsters scampered out of the study, their voices carrying back along the hallway.

When they were out of earshot, Gojo exchanged glances with Higuruma before reaching into his pocket and handing over a small vial to Nanami. Seeing the contents, the sorcerer met Gojo’s stare with a steady, measured glance.

“And what’s this in aid of?”

“Oh, just a little something. In case things get dangerous.”

“You think it’ll come to that?”

Higuruma stood, gathering his coat and heading for the door. “Take it, Nanami. I have a feeling that we’re going to need all the help we can get if the intelligence we’ve received so far is accurate.”

[blehdsvvds]

RAHHHH JUST TO KET YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR DAZAI AND CHUUYA HEADCANNONS OF THEM BEING A DAD🙏🏽❤️💕💕

Could we have headcannons of Dad!Dazai and Dad!Chuuya and their reactions if we get hurt?? 👀 NOT HURT HURT BUT LIKE WE GET KIDNAPPED BY SOMEONE AND STUFF ⁉️

MOST DEFINITELY VRO🙏‼️‼️

IM NOT SURE IF YOU WANTED IT TO BE SOUKOKU PARENTS WHEN YOU GET KIDNAPPED BUT I DID UT SEPERATLY, I CAN ALWAYS MAKE A NEW ONE FOR YOU IF YOU WOULD LIKE THOUGH^^, WARNING TO OTHER VIEWERS,

TW; THEMES OF KIDNAPPING BUT NOT DEAD DOVE KIDNAPPING

Dad!chuuya and Dad!dazai when you get kidnapped (seperate)

Dazai

- It started off with Kunikida giving dazai some work to do

- HES SO LAZY HE DIDNT WANT TO DO IT AT ALL

- lucky for him, he brought you into work today

- HE WORMS HIMSELF OVER TO YOU AND HITS YOU WITH THAT "heyy [____] can you ple-" HE GETS CUT OFF WITH YOU GROANING

- "COME ON I DIDNT EVEN ASK YO-" "your gonna ask me to run the errands kunikida gave you” BRO WIPES A TEAR AND PATS YOUR BACK

- “YOU KNOW YOUR OLD MAN TOO WELL” as he slips a list of stuff you need to get and his kunikidas credit card

- you figured you might need a break anyways so you went off to buy some stuff

- what you didnt know was the port mafia was planning to capture you as a hostage to get information out of the ADA

- after buying that whole mile long list, it was so hard to carry all the bags

- you randomly got pushed into this car that zoomed off right after

- you were so confused but you were NOT complaining, you go comfy in the seat

- “bro bless you guys, you have no idea how heavy those bags were”

- when you looked around the car, you realised that the black lizards just kidnapped you

- AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO ASK IF THEY GIVE BEVERAGES HERE

- hirotsu has MAJOR VIETNAM WAR FLASHBACKS OF DAZAI, BRO LOOKS AT YOU WITH THAT 100 YARD STARE

- when they bring you back to the pm, they inform the ada that they have you hostage, AND YOUR STILL ASKING IF THEY CAN GIVE YOU A FANTA

- As soon as they finish the words "we have [____] held captive" THE LIGHTS GO OFF

- ALL THEY CAN HEAR FROM YOU IS A "OOHOOHOOHOOO"

- ITS LIKE IN THE SHINING VRO THEY ATE ALL QUIVERING IN THEIR BOOTS

- THEY ARE ALL GETTING DRAGGED AWAY ONE BY ONE IN THE DARK

- AND YOU CAN HEAR YOUR DAD DOING THE "Henesy..... come out and playyy"

- SAFE TO SAY THE WHOLE BLACK LIZARDS NEEDED AN EMERGENCY TO THE HOSPITAL

- HE CHECKED UP ON YOI AND MADE SURE YOU WERE OKAY

- HE SPOILT YOU FOR THE NEXT THREE WEEKS, ALL YOU COULD SAY IN RESPONSE TO THAT WAS "I could get use to this"

Chuuya

- IM GONNA USE THE GUILD FOR THIS SENARIO

- YOU AND Q WERE SENT OUT ON A MISSION AND YOU KNOW THE REST, LOVECRAFT CATCHES YOU GUYS

- YOU DONT GET TORTURED THOUGH‼️

- THEY ONLY HURT Q BECAUSE THEY ONLY NEED THEIR ABILITY (POOR BABY 🙁)

- Unfortunately for you, you had to be taken care of by Mark

- I SAY UNFORTUNATELY BECAUSE BRO DOES NOTT‼️ KNOW HOW TO SPEAK JAPANESE

-SO THE ENTIRE TIME HES DOING THE "Haro?" THING FROM SCARY MOVIE 4

- you would used Google translate to communicate with the quild

- BRO THE AMMOUNT OF THINGS THAT YOU HEARD THAT MADE YOU WHIP OUT THAT SPEED FACE

- HEARING JOHN TALK ABOUT HOW HE WANTED HIS SISTET TO HAVE THE PERFECT LIFE ANDYOI JUST HAD TO

- BACK TO CHUUYA

- since chuuya is your dad, he taught you how to sneak things for your safety

- lucky for you, you had your phone on you, so you called your dad

- YOUR PHONE BROKE FROM HOW ANGRY HE WAS VRO

- SINCE YOUR IN MARKS CARE, YOU CAN SEE THIS THING FLYING FULL BLAST TOWARDS THE MOBY DICK

- ITS THAT VINE THAT GOES THE "Watch yo jet bro, BRO WATCH YOUR JET WATCH YOUR JET"

- IT WAS CHUUYA AS ARAHABAKI

- AFTER HE TOOK DOWN EVERYONE HE HEARS YOU NEXT TO HIM SAY

- "yo dad why you the 'bro thought school was for one day, HE MAD AS HELLLLL😂😂' "

- you get taken down with the rest of the guild after saying that

- AFTER YOU GET BACK TO THE PM WITH CHUUYA, CHUUYA THROWS A WHOLE GET TOGETHER (He spoild you bro)

- AND AT TGE DINNER TABLE YOUR TELLING EVERYONE WHAT HAPPEND WITH THE GUILD

- EVERYONE IS IN SUITS, CHAMPAGNE IN HAND, THAT RICH LAUGH AND YOU SAY SM LIKE

- "AND I WAS LIKE, 'ZOINKS LOVECRAFT, I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE CTHULHU'

- *que the entire port mafia having that rich laugh*

A/N: FINALLY DONE VRO🙏, THIS WAS ALLATA FUN DOING, SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES, IM GOING INTO SCHOOL HOLIDAYS SO ILL BE MORE ACTIVE CHAT😈🙏🙏

[bafvkun]

Did I do it right ?

[catslikeio]

Wasn’t going to drink tonight until I found out my pookie wife goblin… might lowkey be dead😭

Gachatubers love putting spoilers on their community tab, while I’m just scrolling for smth to watch on YouTube.

I LOVE HIM SOOO MCUHHHHHHHH

Atsushi, control ur dad pls

[iwillfightformydream]

The person who drove Dazai to Oda when he die was Hirotsu.

Hirotsu didn’t even know what was happening just that Dazai needed a ride and took him.

No words were said between the two in the car on the way to Oda and back to the Porta mafia.

The last person to see the demon prodigy Dazai was Hirotsu, and the first person in the Port Mafia to truly meet detective Dazai of the ADA.

[yandere-pleasure]

'ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ' | Yandere Dazai Osamu x Reader

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Trigger Warnings: Nudity + Degrading + Gore References + Generally Fucked Up + Abuse

Reader: Gender Neutral

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{ Prompt: Yandere Dazai Osamu x Reader │Bloody Taste Test }

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"How Pitiful"

Twenty seven letters, strung together, for an unmerciful insult likewise threat all the same, legs crossed over one another, he sits on a throne, for you a cold ground, in bare skin, of yourself, however in the exposure, you could simply feel delirious sleep in wake of want. You didn't even care over the exhaustion you felt, whether it be the injuries lathered on your skin in love, the brutal nature this dehumanizing act has had in the imprint of your normalized mine or reality, you couldn't tell. You didn't bring your hands to your skin, in embarrassment, dread, nothing of the sort, they rested atop your thighs, as instructed. Back straight, sitting atop your legs, gaze turned down, to the way of a worshiping stance, in some way of a mock religion, it was humorous at the very least ironic, however you couldn't even muster an internal laugh at the thought. The way your ribs seemed to pull flush close to your lungs, felt a threat, beyond his hand of touch, a warning even beyond him, to follow closely.

Cruel words, yet a sweet touch, a graze against the cheek with a knife, and yet you could hardly even tell the difference, much less even muster a flinch. Coo, and awe for a brand new toy, for the spoiled child, how contradicting this bittersweet feeling, gazing longingly, yet disgustingly to a brutally mutilated dog, reduced to human waste, maggots, and flies probably preferred you, over than breathe anyone could possibly empathetically, in pity possess for you. A deep brown resides on our skin, known as the male's eyes, one hand rests on his knee, while the other leans on the arm rest, allowing him to rest his face into his hand, a coy smile by a defaultive nature, held on his lips, a hanging man, does the silence stiffen. In the accessibility of time, you could feel the weight in your body, the bruises, the bones broken healed, then broken again out of some degree of punishable enjoyment for Dazai. You thought to count, to think back, how long had it been, what had even been your given name, besides the oh so endearing terms you were referred to as replacement. Bluntly it was all lost, had it been days? Weeks? Months? Maybe it was even years at this point, you couldn't figure, no wonder you were referred to as the broken watch, time really had alluded you in a punishment of a crime you never remembered of commiting. Carefully he walks, a delicate silver knife better referred to as a letter opener in hand, in bandaged hands he reaches for your left wrist, one slit from side to side, you pull back a wince at the tip of your tongue, softly he places your wrist back to your lap, reaching for the next, he commits the same act. You bleeding across your skin, in a blood disarray, the broken puzzle you felt.

"Do you taste yourself?"

Dazai stooped to your level, brown eyes gleaming, in a horrendous case of sick pleasure, in the hitch of your breath, the way your body tensed a little softly at his closeness, made the side of his face pulled to bare white. Bringing himself to one knee in front of you, one hand gripped your wrist pulling it to the starking ceiling lights, the red spiling against the sides of your arm, thus to the palm of his hand. He dug his fingers in your wound, enjoying the beat of your blood, gushing onto his skin, in the open array of him, his slender fingertips stain bloody, he reaches out to you, showing the crimson on his skin, fondly, with a twisted smile to churn your vision, in a grotesque state, of the vision of you.

"Care for a taste?"

As if he had commanded you, you stick your tongue out, ahead of the male, stopping ahead of his finger, as if for permission, knowing his twisted case of delivering of punishment, a weary way of carrying yourself began, in fear of his demeanor. Dazai gleams almost proudly, swiping his blood fingertips across the rough texture of your tongue, giving a nod of approval to taste the metallic substance. It tasted no different than anything else to you, it all sort of blurred in a mesh of hunger, there was no need for taste, what little, demeaning things, he had given you to feast. What traces remained he tasted for himself.

"Now then dear pet of mine, let's have a taste test, for comparison"

The terms sound endearing under different circumstances, pet, what an odd circumstance to debrief on pet names, comedic in its own sense, however it was no such case. Dazai motioned, and his order was already met, as if studied comparatively, the stench of blood, rot, and death hung heavy, in a small box, carried by two men, placed ahead of you. The dried blood on the sides showcased its belonging, yet you couldn't even muster disgust in your riddled, ruined body. Dazai crudely smiled, opening the small chest, you figured it'd be a small animal, however it was human. Crammed, in minced, ligaments, bathed, then stained in blood, that seemed, full of drunk, dead insects.

"Now lick it up like a good pet"

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No Context Crow #270: Detective Crow

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[rahuratna]

Hello, friends and moots!

This is going to be a tough November and December for me work-wise, and so ...

I have fully committed to writing the most self-indulgent JJK Fantasy AU detective agency, replete with copious amounts of world building and mystery-solving. It's going to help me take my mind off the slog, with what comes most naturally to me. I will be writing and updating with slow deliberation in my spare time, now that I have the concept and draft!✍

The first chapter is coming soon, so let me introduce:

"Welcome, Visitor, to Jujutsu Guild Academy, tucked discreetly away in the rolling foothills of the Byre Veld Mountains. Our team of expert sorcerers, now misfits and outcasts from society, gather here to train their talented students, as well as use their exceptional skills to solve cases brought to them by those who know the true nature of the Guild ... much like yourself.

We invite you to place your case at their disposal. We guarantee that you won't be disappointed."

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slow mornings ♡ something to have while waiting for kneesocks pt. 2! did you guys like it??!!!! tell me in the comments !! mwah !!!

WARNINGS: slight mention of sexual stuff. just one near the end, but nothing major.

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ring, ring, ring, ring -

fuck those stupid alarms, chuuya thinks. fuck work, fuck responsibilities, but mostly .. he wants to fuck his beautiful wife .. that's currently by his side, sleeping peacefully.

" hey butterfly .. c'mon, wake up. " a grumble in reply, turning her head on the other side, " next patient .. one minute please .. " poor girl was so overworked. she probably was dreaming about work even right now. " no baby, i'm not - " anyway, " you have to get up, okay? you're gonna be late. " upon hearing that, yosano's eyes widen. " i'm late ?! " she gets up, does her whole routine consisting of washing her teeth, dressing (somewhat), having a crumb for breakfast .. it isn't until chuuya grabs her at her wrist gently that she slows down. " are you even watching yourself right now? you're about to leave the house with one shoe ... " slowly walking back to the bedroom , " you need rest. " " chuuya no, i can't - " i'll take care of it. " at that, she sighs .. looking at her one-shoed leg.

" hey there, agency fuckers. you'll have to get through without a doctor today. my lady is busy doing .. wife duties today. talk to ya never, hopefully. "

beep.

" that's 'handling it' ??! "

in one swift motion, she's lifted up in the air, rushing into their bedroom once again. " i couldn't let you go just like that , y'know. " one game leads to another .. one innocent touch to removing clothes .. and somehow he's now found sucking on his wife's breast; they've both been so busy with responsibilities they haven't even had time for sex! unbelievable.

" chuuya - mm .. tired ... " with that, his mouth gave one last kiss on her otber breast, before cuddling above her on their shared bed. " then sleep, angel. " he had said, arm wrapping around the doctor before kissing her purple hair. " we have plently of time for that. "

yosano laughs. oh how grateful she was for marrying this man.

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[lidera-aro]

Wondering about kuni’s backstory

I mean, I’m sure it is traumatizing cus it’s asagiri we’re talking about and dammit we can’t have nice things in this house-

I’m not sure about it, and didn’t think about details but feel like he grew up in strict household.

Like, not good strict, more like “there are consequences for every action(even though he’s child and learning)” and “I’ll give you a reason to cry for it if you keep crying” etc, etc. yk, thee toxic household where parents claims “we were just strict!” “If we hadn’t, he wouldn’t have succeeded like this!”

I think he learned to make schedules in his early stage of life because not following and forgetting things meant consequences for him.

Like, he thinks how he acts is normal. Yeah, it’s different, but in this agency we have “genius child-like detective” ranpo, “ex-assassin” fukuzawa, “child soldier” yosano, “demon prodigy” dazai, “f*cked up childhood” atsushi&kyoka and…tanizaki siblings(at this point I gave up trying to understand them)

He’s like, no, y’all had f*cked up/traumatizing times. You don’t count.

I feel like he doesn’t hide anything but also doesn’t actively talk about it.

Like, when he’s asked, he’ll be like “my parents are strict. I learned to make schedules to get everything right.” And everyone’s like, sure, makes sense.

then someday, when they’re talking about childhood, he just drops traumatizing(may not be most traumatizing, but still enough to make them horrified) story from his childhood, and just goes what? Why’re you looking at me like that? To everyone’s baffled face.

I mean, sure, ranpo would’ve known, but he never even thought about it! He just thought he had strict parents and stopped deducing at that.

The point is, I feel like he’s the person who doesn’t understand that his childhood wasn’t great. He thinks it was normal, and nobody corrected him cus he never shared his story this much before.

I mean, I would be happy if he has normal, happy childhood. But can you be sure that asagiri will give his character normal, happy story? *squint*

Eh, this was just my rambling, so if you have something to back up your opinion that I’m wrong, you’re probably right