#moonhund / jono.

[selfnss]

they'd had to forgo their uniforms for the sake of avoiding detection for just a little longer, tetcho plucks at the hem of the jacket jono had thrown him in their rush to get away and deeper into the city - deeper into the civilian population that the government wouldn't dare put at risk for the sake of two stray dogs. vision fixed firmly on the corridor just ahead of his partner, tetcho feels the walls closing in around them, the lack of a sabre at his hip and familiar weight of a cloak against his back sending his mind spinning in a way he doesn't know how to counter.

the news broke earlier for them. maybe it was something to do with jono overhearing tense conversations? or maybe it was pure luck. either way, tetcho follows his partner further into the heart of the building that houses the armed detective agency - blood rushing in his ears as his own conflict pitches up the closer they get. he should be handing himself in - he should be following orders like a soldier should. only, tetcho isn't doing any of those things. the hound doesn't know what, exactly, they're doing here. won't they just be hunted down?

but, jono's words, hushed and desperate, hang in the front of tetcho's mind - even now. "you gave them everything and they give you nothing. tetcho, you don't have to listen."

"...what happens if they turn us away, jono?" it's a simple question, one that comes as his partner stops before the door behind which their only hope for a way out of this mess operates. tetcho falls into place just behind jono, standing at his shoulder and watching the back of his partner's head. "we hunted them. will they even consider helping us?" // @moonhund & @nonhumen are we ready for the worst-case-scenario, kids?

[strayslost]

Jono Saigiku. Elite member of the Hunting Dogs. ...Sigma has never met him before, but he knows well that he's someone to be feared.

But why is he visiting the casino now of all times? When Sigma thinks that he may have been exposed, anxiety makes his heart skip a beat - but it's overpowered by the burning determination he feels rising within himself. Of course, it's possible that Jono could be visiting for any number of benign reasons - but regardless, Sigma knows that he'll raise hell for his casino if he has to.

After all, even an ordinary man with no hope of winning can fight until the bitter end.

"I'm honoured to receive a guest of such high calibre like yourself." Sigma's tone is no-nonsense, and he radiates a sense of confident detachment to go with it. But despite how effortless his countenance might appear, it's something he's worked to the bone to achieve.

"You're welcome to entertain yourself here until your heart's content, but... I have to ask. Is there some other reason for your visit?

@moonhund ( starter for jono! )

[barxlupin]

"I was there for you in your darkest times I was there for you in your darkest night So I wonder, where were you?! When I was at my worst down on my knees And you said you had my back So I wonder, where were you?!"

[burniingup]

Starter for | @moonhund

"Wow, you're a real actual member of The Hunting Dogs, aren't you? You have a sword on you and everything!" the young blonde asked excitedly.

For a girl who's been briefly involved with all sorts of dangerous people and groups over the last few years of her life, Yukari never fails to get excited over meeting someone she hasn't before. Especially someone from a side she isn't particularly familiar with.

"I've never had the pleasure of seeing one of you in person ever before! But I've heard such wonderful things."

Of course she's nervous talking to the man before her. Not only is he a Hunting Dog, but he does not look particularly friendly. But still curiosity far outweighs her fear.

[nonhumen]

👫

[ jonozai, beast au or not, your choice! ]

dazai has broken into jono's apartment enough times to memorize his coffee order after spending mornings there. this means that beast dazai is also privy to this information and may have surprise jono with coffee on the very rare occasions where they need to meet during the day for particular business.

beast dazai doesn't believe he is anything special to jono beyond a favored client. while that is specifically the point of their rendezvous, dazai does find that he is developing feelings for him. this is a unique case for him considering that his emotions are usually far too intertwined with the real dazai to tell them apart. but jono is a special case in that he's by far the most different from his true counterpart and so it's easier for dazai to decipher which feelings are truly his.

beast dazai has mori send letters out to certain people after his passing. the one for jono requests that if a man named fukuchi ochi ever comes to ask for any sort of assistance that he turn him down.

something about jono makes dazai able to do paperwork??? i don't know why and he doesn't know why either. dazai can count on one hand the number of people he can have a comfortable silence with and jono is one of them. color him surprised when he gets through three whole reports while staying at jono's apartment one time. he definitely tells him about kunikida's hilarious reaction to dazai turning in reports on time for once.

[abelshot]

++ @moonhund asked ; “ you need to see a doctor. “

he's not sure how long he's been walking. vash doesn't remember falling through the door or finding his way to a main street, he doesn't remember collapsing somewhere along the way he hopes is the direction home, doesn't remember falling to the ground and curling up on his side against the wall. the ability user trembles, curling tighter on himself with every fresh wave of pain that runs through him like ice. he over faced himself, got caught up with the mafia - that's his fault. he got ahead of himself, got cornered and now he's paying the price.

this isn't good.

eyes are tightly shut when the sound of an unfamiliar voice hits him with all the force of a brick wall. the stampede stills, hand against the knife wound in his stomach grips tighter still - the soaked material warm as it sticks to his skin, fills the creases of his fingers and covers everything in a thick layer of fear. he can't feel anything nearby to help himself with - his ability is no use when he's in a state like this. still - maybe it's not the mafia? maybe it's someone who wants to help - maybe they'll take pity on him--

"ah--my doctor is closed right now... i'll just wait here, i think--thank you though--" voice is cut off by a sharp breath in as vash strains to look up toward the stranger. a uniform... what does that mean? he's not seen anything like that before. is that good? or is he in even more danger? "i'll be fine, no need to worry--"

[remotespontaneouscombustion]

@moonhund​ - x

He leaps again at the necklace, and his fingers barely manage to brush past the feathery decoration at the bottom of the charm. Maybe with more delicate parts to it, if he kept this up he might’ve been able to get it back without help eventually. However this necklace is made from a leather string, that has become impressively tangled in the branches. He’s not going to get it down on his own, not by normal means anyway.

“A few minutes,” he answers before he tries yet again with a futile attempt. He actively ignores the question of how he got into this situation in the first place, both because he is very focused... and he’d rather not say that the necklace went flying off of him. The fire department is still nearby putting out the fire from a recent abrupt explosion, completely unrelated, of course. 

In light of another failure on his part, he huffs before staring up at it again. He’s not expecting the stranger to help him, but he’s also not leaving or going to stop trying until he gets it back.

[dcfygraviity]

@moonhund asked:

"It's not exactly the traditional sort of gift," Jono explains as he hands Chuuya a box tied off with a ribbon. Inside is a small figurine of two foxes delicately intertwined around one another, their tails even going as far as to form a heart shape. Leaning over the gift, Jono presses a kiss to Chuuya's forehead. "But if you'd like Valentine's chocolates as well, I can track some down for you."

"A non-tradition gift for a non-traditional couple like us, sounds perfect in my book~"

A probably cloned human turned god vessel and a human-fox yokai hybrid, they make for quite the pair. Who even has room for something as ridiculous as 'tradition', they can make their own traditions as they go.

And oh, the gift truly is perfect, the redhead running ungloved fingers over the figurine with something that could be classified as a coo of approval. He's been more often than not associated with dogs (the small, aggressive and fiercely protective kind) than foxes, but foxes are still canids, and the figurine still represents them well. Were it for Chuuya, he'd spend every single moment intertwined to Jono like the two foxes in the figurine.

"I've thought about that already, mon renard~" Chuuya hums, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to Jono's jaw as the familiar glow of his Ability sorrounds the figurine, which floats out of their hands and into the air to rest on a shelf in the living room, high enough to be out of the grasp of both overenthusiastic dogs and annoying mackerels and at the perfect height to catch everyone's sight and be admired as it should.

"I made these earlier." Chuuya guides Jono to the kitchen, where some dark chocolate-covered strawberries shaped like hearts sit on a plate on the counter. They're clearly homemade, a little misshapen, but clearly made with love and just waiting to be savored.

"Here, tell me what you think~" Chuuya lifts on of said sweet treats to Jono's lips, his grin clear as day in his voice. He presses a kiss to Jono's cheek "Happy Valentine's Day~"

[selfnss]

(comfort) : one muse has been having nightmares and unable to sleep, so asks the other to cuddle with them to help them drift off

[ I know the meme was on vash but please consider for tetchono! ]

the iv site in his arm still hasn't healed. they said it was something to do with the cocktail of chemicals and drugs they were feeding through it - said that he should expect it to leave a scar when it eventually closes up and to keep it covered while it heals. tetcho can feel it itch beneath the dressings. it festers, feeling like it might slough off of his body if he moves too much or takes the dressings off. the other wounds they left him with are all but gone - only bruising around his wrists and throat remain visible enough that the hound catches sight of them in his reflection every now and then. the iv site, though? his arm feels weak, feels slow and heavy and tetcho can't ignore it like he thought he'd be able to when the doctors gave him the all clear to return to desk duty...

not that they'd have been able to stop him once his strength mostly returned.

it's late at night when tetcho finds himself stood at his partner's door, grip on his own bandaged arm trembling as he fights with himself. he shouldn't wake jono. not at this hour... not when the other hound has work of his own to be worrying about. a bad dream doesn't need prioritising over their very real and impactful jobs... tetcho knows that. and yet, he cannot bring himself to leave. he cannot bring himself to face the empty darkness of his own quarters again. not when he can still feel phantom cuffs against his wrist. not when the echo of jono's voice - as ragged and desperate as it was that day - still rings in his ears.

he doesn't want to wake jono. but tetcho can think of nothing else but the idea of listening to his partner's heartbeat in the comfort of his arms. he can think of nothing else but the gentle scolding he's sure he'll be subject to if jono finds out how long tetcho hesitated at his door... or if jono sees him itching at the still open wound on his arm.

tetcho's voice is quiet as he leans his forehead against the door and all but mumbles against the barrier. "...jouno-san?"

tetcho suehiro has been a hunting dog for as long as he can remember. he hasn't felt this raw and exposed, this weak and vulnerable since he was a child staring down at his parents dead on the kitchen floor. that self assured confidence that came with his given strength and earnt swordsmanship is nothing but a faint itch in the back of his skull as the hound tightens the grip against his own arm further, willing the itch to fade. he feels small, stood in tracksuit bottoms and the only casual t-shirt he owns... feels isolated where he stands in the hall way willing himself to act for once in his life. the decisiveness he's always been so praised for has left him here, reaching out for the only other form of safety tetcho has known in his life.

he takes a breath. "i... i cannot sleep... again."

[theircurse-archive4]

╰ ☆ ✧ — @moonhund asked: "we are products of our past but we don’t have to be prisoners of it." [ from jono ]

↳ -: ☆ ( RANDOM QUOTES FROM TUMBLR PROMPTS ) ☆ :-

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ —ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄. All their life they had been USED by adults as a product of destruction. No longer was their fate; not when they were in the care of the Hunting Dogs. Undoing all of the pain and the trauma wasn't easy though. Not when the nightmares, the scars on their body, the faces of their abusers, all of it still HAUNTED them.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThey're silent at first; only staring at the other and wondering just what they should say. Jono - niisan ... he PROBABLY had a better past than they did. Yet at the same time, they knew better than to believe that the Hunting Dogs lived without suffering. It was always the people that didn't deserve it that got HURT after all.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ ... Was your past as BAD and SCARY as mine ? ❜

[darkestrellar]

✏️ [ svern and jono? :3 ]

Incorrect quotes

Svern: Hold on, I can explain! Jono: Really? Can you now? Svern: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

Jono: We need a plan to beat them. Svern: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. Jono: Svern: Judge me all you want, I get results.

[barxlupin]

@moonhund - plotted starter.

Maurice hums quietly as he wipes down the bar counter at the end of the day. It's a soothing ritual, tidying up the bar after closing time, the place even cozier without any customers or staff around. It gives Maurice the chance to think, go over the info he's collected, what supplies he has to order, which employee deserves a bonus...

The door clicks open and the stairs leading to the basement level creaks as someone descends them. Strange, Maurice remembers locking the door before starting to clean up. He's probably forgotten. Regardless, it's past the bar's closing time, he has no obligation to serve this one wayward would-be customer.

"Désolé, chérie, we're closed." Maurice says, tone polite but lacking the usual warmth and sweetness he reserves to customers during working hours. He doesn't even bother to look up from where he's busy drying the glasses with a towel.

The person who has entered either doesn't hear him or doesn't care, as they choose to take a sit at the counter, right in front of Maurice. The bartender rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance. Why must people be like this?

"Are you deaf? I said we're...!" This time he looks up when addressing the persistent person, voice dying in his throat when he sees who they are. White hair tipped with red, closed eyes, a familiar bell earring...

The towel drops from his hand's slack grip while his hold on the glass tightens so much the glass creaks without quite breaking. He stares at that face he hasn't seen in years, stunned beyond words for a moment longer before he finds his countenance once more.

"Well well, look what the fox dragged in~" Maurice purrs, a sharp smile stretching his lips for a moment before he slams the glass still in his hand on the counter, the sound echoing in the empty bar, and this time the glass shatters for real, only the bartender's glove preventing the shards from injuring his hand.

"What do you want after all these years, putain de renard?" Maurice's tone and expression have turned downright glacial, the sheer contempt in his voice as sharp and cold as an ice dagger.

[burniingup]

Starter for | @moonhund

Okay! It's time for things to change! Shie thinks as she paces quickly along the edge of the roof she's walking on. With every other step she takes, her boots hang halfway over the ledge. The slightest slip would send her falling to the ground. Even so, she seems not to be paying attention, lost entirely in thought.

Petty thievery, shoplifting, and pickpocketing are all nothing to her. She's still entirely numb, her heart empty of everything but what feels like TV static. So, it's time to attempt something more serious. The next step up should definitely be more like a mugging-type situation right? She figures a direct confrontation with someone may be a bit more exiting.

The area she's chosen to hang around is fairly empty, especially now that it's dark out. No one worth stealing from would be caught dead here, but it isn't about what she takes. This location just allows her an easier getaway for her first attempt.

Shie crouches on the edge suddenly, as she hears someone approach the alleyway alongside the building she's on. This is her chance! But...when she leans over to get a look at her target, she slips.

It's only a single story, she's endured worse. She even manages to right herself like a cat in midair, to still land on her feet before stumbling to the ground from the shock. The main problem is, not having been able to time her jump, she's landed right in front of the person, instead of behind.

Shie looks around desperately for where the pocket knife that had been in her hand before she fell was, only to see it at the feet of the person in front of her. It isn't fear that fills her body, but frustration when she sees.

"...You've...got to be kidding me..."

How could I be so stupid?

[nonhumen]

it is nights like these where he seeks out jono for himself. nights where yokohama's dark sky lays over him like a thick, suffocating blanket and all dazai can do is writhe as he gasps for air. it is so very hard to breathe when he holds the fate of this world within his hands. and so he must cut himself from the strings of destiny and wander the darkened streets like a wraith.

his aimlessness takes him into the arms of jono saigiku. his jono saigiku; not the one in the uniform but the one he's resting against, skin against skin, with no strings attached.

" tell me something, jono-kun, " the boss replies lazily. lithe fingers dance across the dog's -- no, the fox's -- arm before resting within his hand. " what would you do if everything you knew was a lie? " /@moonhund

[undcrcurrcnts]

🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

[ I MEANT TO ANSWER THIS DAYS AGO BUT HERE I AM NOW

🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog

Honestly I have to go with @theircurse , I think it's no secret that Stella makes fantastic graphics.

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

It's a tie between your ( @moonhund 's ) Jono and @giftandguile 's Chuuya and Fyodor. No, they're not all completely canon-compliant, but they're canon to ME. ]

[selfnss]

he's trapped. trapped in the same cycle he's been in for hours now. the voices around him fall away to nothing, buried beneath the toxic combination of fear and rage that runs rampant through the hound's skull and threatens to make his knees buckle beneath him. he's exhausted, blood clings to his skin and clothes alike and the blade gripped in his hand twitches, coiling beneath his ability and straightening again with every heaving step that carries him forward.

tetcho can't stop. he can't - won't - stop looking for jono. the desperation of needing to hear his partner's voice again lodges itself deep in the soldier's chest, weighs him down and makes him clumsy. the bell clutched in tetcho's free hand is slick with blood slowly drying against his skin - a stark reminder of why he's all but wandering aimlessly in search of jono. the sound of his own boots on concrete falling on deaf ears - drowned out by the pounding of his heart in his throat and the phantom sounds of jono in pain, jono dying alone, jono-- no. no. he has to be okay. he has to be. nothing else would make sense - tetcho can't think about the worst case scenario here. he... he just can't.

tetcho suehiro is a man of his word. he said he would find jono. he said he would put jono above justice for five minutes. but... isn't that a lie, then? he has no intention of stopping now - no intention of ending up empty handed by the time he's done. tetcho doesn't care if he's worn through the soles of his boots or if he's driven himself past even a hunting dog's limits. he doesn't care. not when jono is in danger. not when jono could be...

no. concentrate.

he might not have his partner's keen senses, but what he lacks in that department, tetcho makes up for with the steadfast nature of his commitments. he will not stop. not until he's saved his partner. not until he has to listen to empty threats and sharp insults over and over again. not until jono's hand is in his again. it's then that the sound of footsteps meets tetcho as he crosses the threshold into a wider, more open room. amber gaze lifts, desperation filling his expression as his fist tightens around his partner's bell until the metal threatens to bite into his skin. "...jouno-san?" / @moonhund asked for this let's gOOOOO