#ninkaku

[adamanteine]

hello shams original lore

hello dazai bungou stray dogs lore

[yoseno]

he's been trying to get her all month. has tried many different settings. just outside the office, her own apartment, and even going as far to hold the damn thing over his head himself and sidle up niiiice and close to her. with no luck. as a last resort, dazai has now strategically taped the worn bunch of mistletoe to the top of the infirmary doors, and is now waiting patiently outside the door for her to exit, after knocking with a false sense of urgency just to get her moving. when he's eventually met with the sight of her furrowed brows, he simply points upwards, as they are both now stood directly underneath it. :D

if she squinted, she could see the silhouette of him hanging outside her door through the opaque glass, magentas narrowed into slits as she waited a beat. fingers curled over the small clipboard as though she debated even getting up from her seat. out of pure spite and pettiness, of course. and amusement, in watching him suffer just a little from her pseudo - obliviousness. the doctor knew him well enough, could read him through the smallest of expressions or the small whine that'd leave his lips quietly but not so quiet that she couldn't catch it — to which she assumed was pointed on his end. her steps were slow as she approached, and movements even slower as the door opened to reveal a holly - jolly detective agent with an arguably unattractive holiday sweater and candy cane hair clips ( curtesy of kyouka ). now facing him, side leaning against the doorway, she can hear the soft music playing from the main space. she doesn't look up to see the faint tint of green hanging between their heads, just slightly out of view. “ my, you are persistent. ” ends of brims twitch as she resists a smile, failing once he shakes the mistletoe above them a bit more aggressively that the small plant is rustling with force. “ and dedicated. ”

pads of fingertips dance over the front of his sweater before clinging to the slope of it, tugging him down to her height, lashes fluttering as she breaks the focus of his intense gaze. he smells sweet, a concoction of december delicacies, and she can feel her heart thumping in her chest. no doubt he would hear it. “ you can have your gift a little early, i suppose. ” she murmurs against his lips, words nearly muffled between them as the distance is closed before she could finish speaking. arms are wrapped around his shoulders, weight shifting so that she stands up taller to fall into his embrace fully, soft hum burying in her throat when she feels his hands settle on the curve of her waist, and then tightening his hold around her frame. she doesn't care that anyone could come across them in such a state at this moment, only that his kisses make her dizzy, and that she could not get enough. it is especially challenging when she just barely manages to pull herself back, much to his reluctance, lips brushing against his as she mutters, “ you can open the rest of your present tonight. ”

[ahrabaki]

i want you. COUGH who said that

WHO SAID THAT? SHOW YOURSELVES

[70won]

@ninkaku : did you really think it would be that easy ?

johanna shot the familiar voice a glare over her shoulder. she had barely heard him coming but it was better him than a peacekeeper catching her in her precarious position. the victor painted a strange picture. clad in a blood red, velvet gown, she crouched in front of an ornate door with what looked like a heavily decorated hair clip in her grasp. a floor below them, the party continued to rage on. the biggest annual one thrown by the mayor of district one and the only time she was invited to travel so far from her own home. she had grown restless quickly and snuck away from her escort at the first chance she got. rumour had it that the mayor stashed his hard liquor and even harder substances of choice in his office and johanna’s dangerous curiosity had gotten the better of her.

“ i have no clue what you’re talking about, ” she stated innocently and pushed herself up to stand. her free hand smoothed her dress and she neatly pressed the hair clip back into place. evidence from the scene of the near-crime. “ just needed to catch my breathe, the smell of perfume is suffocating down there. ” she coughed for added affect and took a small step away from the door she had been trying to unlock only seconds ago. turning the attention back to him, she raked her gaze purposefully down his figure and grinned slyly in his direction. “ you’ve cleaned up nice tonight, trying to impress some capitolites ? ”

[bllakcat]

DISGUST SWIRLS WITHIN JADE HUES, : SHARP EYES OF THE FELINE FATALE SCAN THE CROWD. it is the same thing every year ; everything so glamorous at the start, something to blind contestants with. to show that this is the life. ALL LIES. the rot is deep, &. one doesn't even need sharp senses to detect it. ... many have approached already, compliment the diamond-like presence, dressed in elegance! carefully crafted smiles given, glossed blacks effortlessly curl &. let them see what she wants them to. some blatantly ignored, some sent away with words that charm, lull oneself into thinking something else. IDIOTS, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. claws itch, yet the predator must remain dressed as a house-cat ; this game was one that required patience.

@ninkaku : " so how do you like the party? "

A FAMILIAR VOICE COMES, : GLIDING TO HER SIDE WITH THAT SIMILAR GRACE SHE CARRIES HERSELF WITH. one with the shadows. she doesn't look, not quite yet. ... ❝ oh yeah, i am loving every second of it, ❞ silver-tongue dresses sarcasm into something that sounds like angelic melody. ❝ just like the year before, and the one before that, and the one, ... you get the deal. ❞ she adds, a vague gesture made with a flick of her wrist. INSTEAD OF SONGBIRDS, THERE ARE SNAKES IN THE TREES. the cat knows her way around them, &. to add, they have a language of their own. ... she holds the drink that has yet to be graced with black lipstick, but gaze tilts towards him now. ❝ so, ... found anything worth your time? ❞

[hellshovnd]

@ninkaku Dazai wrote: ❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

Akutagawa's never one to regret his decisions, especially not ones who teach him how to survive. However, the more time he spends under Dazai's mentorship, the more he finds himself truly lacking. He had thought himself brave, capable of handling anything thrown his way. Rashomon devours his enemies and friends alike should he wish, nothing would touch him but their blood in the end.

Yet the man in black subverts all his expectations.

There's a barely contained tremble before Rashomon lunges for Dazai. A defense reflex, a failed one as the black tendril dissolves upon the man's touch and the deafening sound of a gun echoes throughout the building.

His breathing is erratic. Eyes blown wide as he stares at the spot where the bullet disappears into the bleak creature's mouth. Had Rashomon been any more delayed that would have been his end, had he he stayed arrogant to think he could reach the man, there would be no more chance at all.

Still, his mentor speaks of fear.

'It won't last.'

Even in this the mafioso astounds him. But Akutagawa realizes that he is right. In their line of work, fear should be discarded. If the bullet's won't come from Dazai, they'll come from someone else with a bigger will to put him in a coffin.

"..." With a stagger, he straightens up. Eyes fixed on the older as he tries to save composure, even if his legs still shake, even if his fists grip tight. He's still too stubborn to admit anything. A slowly subdued rabid dog in training.

"... Again." But even then he knows that he'll have to fight for the chance. Dazai's not one to be generous should he fail, and he feels that right now he failed his mentor, hard.

"Let me try again."

[lovefeastarc]

1, 4 + 7 <3

1. what does your URL mean, and why did you choose it?

it's inspired by this quote — i'm obsessed with religious imagery, especially the ones found in catholicism. abstinence is a common motif or technique that's prominent in widely practiced religions, but something that i feel is heavily emphasized in the christian church. abstinence is seen as the primary solution to reach some form of absolution. i also see abstinence however, as a way to deny yourself something, like love, in exchange for something less fulfilling. love is something you are meant to gorge yourself on, but we've been conditioned to abstain from it. i feel like a lot of the characters i'm drawn to kind of lean towards that, so it kind of fits!

4. what genre do you primarily favour?

i will always be a huge fan of crime, dark academia and urban fantasy! i also like them with a small sprinkling of slice of life but in the sense that i don't always want to like. write action packed, tension filled stuff or fight scenes 24/7. i like writing out meaningful, introspective stuff too that fleshes out a dynamic. think intimate conversations and situations, little found family moments, conversations between siblings and found family, domestic moments, love confessions between lovers, "i love you" "it'll pass" kind of stuff — that sort of thing! give it to meeeee.

7. what universe have you never even considered writing in, and why?

there are a couple that i don't really see myself writing in and haven't considered, but the first one that comes to mind is probably m.arvel? there's a lot of comics material out there that it feels overwhelming and a lot of my knowledge is based off the current media released. i know a lot of people aren't super into that (and for good reason). i never considered writing in it because i feel like with the way some of the fandom acts, if a person doesn't know every single comic released and what came out "first", they're shut out or even bullied for not knowing. same goes for d.c and st.ar wars. i might be convinced though, the right people just need to ask :P

munday asks <3

[sarastuss]

📏 + 5’11” !!

send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height &. I'll compare them to mine!

[enypneion-aa]

hello :eye:

hi :eye:

[yoseno]

happy birthday how would u like to perform my autopsy as a gift

while you're alive? :D

[wistrea-gone]

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

❛    last time?     ❜   words echo from his mouth to hers, as kira delicately wipes away the stain of crimson from her lips, not to be mistaken for the same red she painted her lips with. it takes her a moment to remember certain things, especially after a job like this one had been. masks had a habit of prying out atrocities from within the depths of the psyche, such dense secrets that tend to cloud her own mind as she feasts 'pon secrets both petty and soul - crushing alike. still, after a few seconds, it draws on her again once her mind was her own : a scenario not completely unlike this one, fatigue and the feeling of hunger that followed not long after. the faces, though fleeting in her memory, were different, but dazai's remained somewhat the same. it elicits a snap of her fingers as kira seemed to regain her composure, back straightening and free hand perched on her hip. ❛    ah, the place with the really good cold soba? i'm surprised you remember that.    ❜

still, she waves a hand as she fished out her car keys from the right pocket of her suit. hopefully, she hadn't gotten carried away this time and they still had a car to drive them ... maybe even a wheel. ❛    no, no. it's been too long since we've had a meal together, which is why a special occasion needs a change of scenery! what do you feel like having, darling? steak? udon? curry? ooh, curry sounds good, we're having that ~   ❜

@ninkaku

[bllakcat]

EYES ON THE SEARCH OF THE PRIZE, : FINGERS TAP AWAY ON THE KEYBOARD, skilled thief bound to find what she seeks! ( she wouldn't call herself the best of the best otherwise! ) this target unfortunate enough to have made himself a target of the bad luck embodied, as well as the agency's, albeit their reasonings are more noble than hers what it comes to dealing with the filth. DOUBTLESS THEY ARE UNAWARE OF THE CONNECTIONS THE BANDAGED MAN HAS FORGED, working with this feline fatale is trouble on its' own! yet, he, if anyone, dares.

@ninkaku : tousle.   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair .

JADE HUES DO NOT RELENT, : FOCUS STILL STOLEN BY THE SCREEN, even as she feels a strand of silver locks being toyed with, ... it's like a cat has found a yarn to play with! ❝ dazai, you have heard what they say about messing with cats, haven't you? ❞ exhale falls of silver-tongue, dramatized for the effect! still, she does not even reward these attempts with her attention, whether that is what he seeks or not ; this is a way to toy with him in return.

@ninkaku : lean.   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder.

THEN ECHOES EVEN MORE DRAMATIZED SIGH OF HIS OWN, : &. SOON, SHE FEELS WEIGHT UPON HER SHOULDER! this is where glimmering jewels spare a glance from the corner of her eyes, a brow raised. ... ❝ i swear you are a child in an adult man's body. ❞ comes a light scratch, &. gaze returns to the screen of the laptop, perfectly unmoving. ... ❝ you make it seem like you have less of a purpose to capture the guy, and more of a purpose to bother me. ❞ a short pause held, as she taps away ; going over security footage of the movements of the target.

[theircurse]

✦ . 　⁺ 【 @ninkaku / STARTER CALL. 】 ⁺ 　 . ✦

↳ -: ☆ ( Shamelessly stolen from [ X ] ) ☆ :-

˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤOf ALL the illegal things I’ve done , this is probably the LEAST illegal .ㅤ❜

[crimcpnish]

@ninkaku has inquired: ❝ i'm doing some of my best work here and you don't even have the decency not to roll your eyes at me. honestly, it’s hurtful. ❞

There was NOTHING but an amused glare into deeply wine colored eyes as he stared at the valuable chess partner that sat across him, after all, he has heard so many different types of whining coming from the man and each were less genuine than the other. . .

he expected nothing less from DAZAI OSAMU but a beautiful canon that had a starter point followed by countless imitations of it, at some point you might even forget what even was the dux point except that all sounds that come after it are no more than just that : an imitation with different tones to it.

there was nothing but glare at the other, before a hum escaped those thin lips followed by an amused chuckle as he finally closed his eyes in thought, carefully picking his cards on what needed to be said.

❝ Your melody, as charming as it is, don't carry much power at the moment. . . Maybe it's about time for you to change the tune, I might change my reactions to match your tempo, Dazai-Kun. ❞

[sarastuss]

A PRESENCE LIKE SUCH CAN NOT BE SWALLOWED BY THE SHADOWS, : EVEN THOUGH SHE CAN BECOME THEM, ... but she feels even the most skilled hider could not escape the grasps of this man. he is always bound to find what he seeks. a casual appearance, yet she can sense it ; how underneath is hidden much more. ... ❝ and you've come to ask for my help? ❞ she asks the question, when the investigator had danced around it, EACH STEP LEADING CLOSER TO WHAT AWAITS BEHIND THE CURTAIN.

@ninkaku : " he’s sly enough to escape the bounty hunters quite easily, but you and i both know that he would never be able to escape you. "

AH! YOUR REPUTATION PRECEDES YOU, HERO, : EVER THE ONE TO AID THOSE IN NEED, to be the protector, the guiding light. if this man is truly as described, then there is no telling how many more would suffer, should he roam free. &. a feeling comes, that he knows her answer before she even gives it ; his expression appearing to her calm with confidence, as if each path to be taken had been carefully carved. ... perhaps that is why silence does not linger for long, ❝ what do you need me to do? ❞ THERE IT IS ; ever the hero!

[ahrabaki]

“ i don't know if that was ever somethin' agreed upon. not my fault y'can't take what ya dish out. ” a beat. “ did y'even do your trainin'? so weak, still. could take you. easy. ” some foolish double entendre. he couldn't help the air of laughter building within, but none of it was particularly funny. perhaps, at first. perhaps, in the early stages of this hastily thrown - together plan to thwart a russian asshole but as expected with the conditions of most missions, it'd gotten too real. opened wounds that chuuya hadn't anticipated to expose, all the while playing the role of an unfazed vampire. sometimes he wondered if he would prefer it that way, the mindlessness of it all. to simply do without thinking or feeling a thing. he wasn't sure he could fully comprehend it without it being the antithesis of his being — always felt too much, mind full of everything he couldn't fully understand. not a second of silence, save for the quiet rumblings that reverberated within. he wasn't an idiot, he could feel the air of discomfort passing between the two of them, this awkward, stupid dance they were doing as though it could absolve the words said.

knee - jerk reaction to shout in alarm as he felt that familiar grasp over his face, brows furrowing and twitching with the natural instinct to defend himself. muscles tensing and fists forming as he fought the urge to kick him directly into the stomach just to escape his hold. “ hah ?! ” nearly muffled as his mouth widened for his inspection, storms flickering towards that wretched, wretched hand wiggling. definitely a rendition of what had to be his worst nightmare. “ an' y'think i' ng'n th'mood ? ” firstly delivered without his mouth fully shut, the fangs definitely not helping. his own hand was quick to swat at his chest, but it was meekly executed. he wanted the plastic out, and it clearly wasn't working when left to his own devices. he continued to glare at his ex - partner, releasing a stubborn huff before twisting in place, trying to maneuver his body so that he was comfortably facing him. shuffled closer, resting over his knees. “ no promises. ” struggled to emphasize the 'p', with a defeated grunt. cheeks were warmer now, slightly tinted to a light hue of pink. he'd decided if he said one word about it, he would punt him. it would have been more humiliating if they weren't alone, and for that, he was grateful that the damn helicopter was nowhere to be seen. / @ninkaku

the idea that dazai would be the last left alive, alongside dostoevsky, was becoming further grounded in reality with every passing thought. whatever grand plan he might have had, he'd had to toss it out of the proverbial window and start from scratch. chuuya's first passive response had him clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, idly wondering if he did expect some sort apology, and whether dazai truly had it within himself to deliver one that wouldn't even be faked with sincerity. the next words that left him were something more to play to, dazai looked away as ordered, doing him a favour and ignoring the lisp, and watched the smoke breeze past their silhouettes before the shove to his shoulder had him hissing, head whipping back to cast a glare right at the centre of chuuya's face. he rolled his shoulder, the bad one, and scowled at him. “ watch it, idiot. you were supposed to take it easy. ” never seen ya this fucked, optics rolled, unimpressed, he fixed chuuya with a disparaging smile before his lips pursed, pouting both for the sake of the pain he'd been subjected to and the drawback to their failures.

“ not my finest work, i'll admit. ” breath released on an even sigh, wistful almost. his ego had suffered a blow, there would be no sense in pretending otherwise in front of chuuya, who by now could read him as easily as the palm of his own hand. he'd already replayed the events in his head several times, and it would do no more good to dwell on them any further. mistakes had been accounted for, his counter - strike against dostoevsky given the necessary tweaks considering the new information forcefully delivered. there wouldn't be much he could do until they left the facility, but dazai shuffled closer anyway to keep himself busy, chuuya's fruitless attempts at removing the false teeth bordering on annoying rather than amusing. reaching out a hand to grasp his chin and bring their faces closer together, dazai's head tipped as he inspected his ex - boss' handiwork, surely done for his own entertainment, but maybe with his previous protege's in mind, too. red hues narrowed in thought before he raised his free hand, gaze briefly meeting chuuya's as he waved his fingers at him, the look in them a gentle warning. “ don't bite me, i'm not in the mood. unless you want them stuck on there forever . . . ? ”