#vulpesly > jono.

[phasmascript]

In all honesty, Louis has little idea how he had ended up here. This was nothing like an echo... but this seemed like the past. It had to be. A world without Revenants. No miasma, no misit, no horrors, and no blood beads. While all of this would be a dream come true, a world where everyone could live in peace, it left him in a difficult position. With no blood beads to slake his thirst, and no way to get back to his companions with ease, Louis was now a ticking time bomb.

It's the scent of blood that drew him from his makeshift base of an abandoned warehouse. Keeping his distance as he peers to the commotion at a neighboring warehouse. Red uniforms... police? Military? Regardless, force had been used to subdue the criminals. It was best to not get involved. The less attention he got the better.

Just as he turns from the scene- he is greeted with the sight of one of the officers that had been a distances away not moments ago.

"Listen-" he holds his hands up "- I was only passing through when I had heard the commotion." The scent of blood is strong... probably still on the clothes and weapons of this red clad officer. His heart- the parasite- is pounding in his ears.

@vulpesly

[sunderedscript]

"Today is going to be a bad one... I'm out of tobacco."

@vulpesly

[catclyssm]

@vulpesly asked -> "You're a mess. How did you even get into this situation?" -> after-action patch up starters - accepting

"shut it, fox." though, there's a distinct lack of bite in the dog's voice as he snaps the retort back at the inn keep. chuuya's skin burns at his back, his eyes feel heavy and the only relief is gentle touches from skilled hands gently soothing some kind of medicinal balm across the scrapes and blossoming bruises that span the executive's body. despite the way he all but bares his teeth through the words, chuuya doesn't move an inch. he allows jono to continue his ministrations without resistance - other than the verbal kind.

they both know that he can't tell jono how he ended up like this - just like he can't tell him why. they both know chuuya is hopelessly dangling over a crevice neither of them can see the bottom of and the bodyguard can't find it in him to explain any of it to jono again.

"i thought you weren't gonna ask questions? you know you're not gonna get an answer, jono." softer this time, more tinged with exhaustion as chuuya deflates where he sits - shoulders dropping and eyes just barely staying open as the day's ordeal begins to catch up with him. distantly, chuuya wonders if it's more than today that's beginning to weigh on him. he wonders if watching his partner's slow, unstoppable descent into something neither of them could stop was starting to make parts of chuuya fray at the edges. he wonders if dazai even cares anymore. he wonders if he ever cared in the first place.

"...hey, jono?" he doesn't look up, doesn't turn his head. instead chuuya keeps his eyes downcast and narrowed as if to block out any of this happening around him. "how do you know if someone.. cares about you?"

[barxlupin]

@vulpesly ordered:

✏️ for jono/maurice and/or jono/georgette

EVEN MORE INCORRECT QUOTES GENERATOR

Jono & Maurice

Jono: Wow, Maurice, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you. Maurice: We literally slept together yesterday. Jono: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Jono: Maurice, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Maurice, naked in Jono's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Jono, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Maurice: Are you ready to commit? Jono: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Jono: Relationships should be 50/50. Maurice cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.

Maurice: Are we fighting or flirting? Jono: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Maurice: Your point?

Jono: Look, last night was a mistake. Maurice: A sexy mistake. Jono: No, just a regular mistake.

Jono & Georgette

Georgette: What do I get? Jono: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death. Georgette: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one. Jono: It won't be you. Georgette: I'll get my coat.

Georgette: I'm having problems with a guy... Jono: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

Georgette: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! Jono: Apparently, we're not.

Georgette: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though , I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this? Jono: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

[nohumaen]

@vulpesly has asked: ❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

[ jono to tetchou ]

Tetchou is hardly someone who complains about given extra work to deal with, he simply hums and steps forward without thinking too much about it. " I don't mind. That puts you in debt with me, though... after all, I'm solving your half of the case. "

Did he need to add that last part? Absolutely not, it was far from him to play such cards. He simply spoke without thinking, again. Nonetheless, he stepped forward the conflict in order to reach an efficient solution without much damages, delivering justice requires civilians to be safe... that's all he cares about, after all.

[theircurse]

╰ ☆ ✧ — @vulpesly asked: "What exactly are you looking for?"

[ from jono ]

↳ -: ☆ ( &. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ) ☆ :-

˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 as they turn towards the man. Maybe they shouldn't have just snuck inㅤ—ㅤbut they didn't see too much of a problem with it. After all, they were on their OWN very important mission !

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤThe other Hunting Dogs said you had SUGAR PUFFS ! They said you have sugar puffs that fly ! So I'm looking for them !ㅤ❜

[spadilled]

what form of love do you embody?

love as tenderness

[ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

tagged by: @annihilitys (thank u!!!)

tagging: @reasoncore, @vulpesly (jono ofc), @prodigls for everyone honestly and u!!!

[starsburned]

@vulpesly

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜ [ jono to sigma or dazai ]

The smile that had been there moments ago is quick to fade into something much more neutral. "What can I help you with then?"

It would be a lie to say that the man in front of him doesn't make him nervous. But there wasn't any room for error right now. Sigma clasps his hands in front of him, and he doesn't dare take sharpened eyes off of Jono. "I'll do my best to make sure that your experience is still satisfactory, sir."

[indeliblepromise]

꒰ྀི ✧ — @vulpesly asked: "glory’s fine. revenge is more fun." [ jono to misha ]

↳ -: ˚ʚ ( random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 6. ) ɞ˚ :-

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑮𝒆𝒆𝒛, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. The bellboy could only HOPE that this guest wouldn't be rude and that the guest was the ' nice ' kind of intimidating like the man that gave him the EXPLODING CLOUD CANDY. Though, those words didn't really help his case either.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWhat if there was a way that neither glory NOR revenge was needed ? Isn't it better when people all work together as FRIENDS ? ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤMaybe such thinking was a bit IDEALISTIC. He knew in his heart that was the right thing to say though. His GRANDPA would have probably said the same thing.

[phasmascript]

@vulpesly liked for a starter

"Did our little Sai-Sai get himself in trouble?" Kitamura knows its bad to tease Jono on the extremely rare case the younger messes up, but he honestly can't help it. It's rare after all and Kitamura needed to rub salt in that wound as much as possible

After all, Jono would do the exact same should the occasion arise. And to Kitamura that was fair.

"If you sit and roll over, I promise to help."

[sunderedscript]

Anonymous asked: Thoughts on that hunting dog of yours, Ayatsuji? @vulpesly

"A silly dog that man is." A small laugh. "We are both shackled mutts to the government, with death being our only freedom, yet we find reprieve and solace in each other's company." Jono's situation was far different than his own, far less dangerous in a way. But such thoughts were not the subject nor did they matter. What mattered was Jono.

"When people are asked this, they normally comment about the subjects appearance or personality. Appearance wise, Jono is a very handsome man, so much so that were he a doll, he would be in my collection. Perhaps I should dress him up some time? Perhaps a nurse outfit or a maid dress... so many options." Ayatsuji will file that thought for later, perhaps that catalog was still somewhere in his office. "And as for personality, it is entertaining to put it shortly. Sadism can be seen as a negative trait, but can be rather fun with the right direction, everyone is twisted in their own ways. For the most part he is rather playful and it's endearing, like a cat or fox, even more so when I out smart him at his own game and he puts on the theatrics."

"People tend to be... bothersome. I prefer the company of dolls and cats to people, yet Saigiku is different. Tsujimura-kun can be somewhat the same minus the death threats. That aside, while it is fun to tease others till they snap, it also far more enjoyable to have someone that will go back and forth with you. Or perhaps a more simple and outright way to say it is, that with Saigiku, I am Yukito." He was himself, a person, not a detective, not a danger to society. It was refreshing.

[catclyssm]

"y'know - i'm getting real sick an' tired of people talkin' to me in riddles, jono," still, there's a significant lack of bite behind the dog's words as he continues to stare off somewhere in the middle distance ahead of him instead of offering the fox beside him a glance. it's stupid, he shouldn't have asked - shouldn't have opened pandora's box like that.

and yet... chuuya wants an answer. he wants some kind of context to put to the whirlwind of his relationship with his partner. he wants to know why it sends a white hot flash of something that isn't anger when dazai talks about his own death - when dazai puts chuuya in impossible decisions and when dazai continues to push his guard dog further and further away while keeping that same vice-grip on the end of his leash.

jono always knows what to say, though. he always knows how to nudge chuuya in any direction he wishes - the same way dazai knows he can ask chuuya to do anything for him and the answer will always be a resounding yes. lifting his chin, chuuya looks back to jono, water coloured gaze flecked with scarlet watches the innkeeper intently as if he might uncoil into something else right before him. as if the stare alone might make the damned man talk like a normal person and not some poet from years ago.

"you didn't answer my question..." his voice is quiet when he finally speaks again, gaze unmoving from jono's features even through the haze of exhaustion and pain intent on obscuring chuuya's vision. it's fine. he's had worse. fought through worse. he's not even really sure he needed jono to tend to his injuries. thinks that maybe he just wanted the company of someone who's not actively trying to push him away. "how am i meant t' know if... if he actually cares?

"I thought you told me to be quiet," he delivers the teasing jab lightly, not particularly ruffled or even surprised that Chuuya would tell him to shut up and then immediately ask a searching question. Sometimes he has to wonder if Chuuya's visits are for the sake of venting his frustrations on someone just as willing to bite back.

Even if the fox is not privy to every little detail of the Port Mafia's goings-on, he'd be a poor excuse for an informant if he was oblivious to everything. Especially where the likes of Nakahara Chuuya is involved. He could clearly read the tension, the exhaustion, the fury and sorrow all tangled up in the flesh beneath the fox's fingertips. Here sits an individual being pulled in a thousand directions at once, it's no wonder his mood catapults from one side to the other in a span of breaths whenever the two have a conversation--it hardly helps that Jono goes out of his way to nudge at those coiled emotions simply to see which way they'll bounce next.

"Are you certain I'm the right person to ask that?" The fox lingers a moment, ministrations pausing as well, just long enough to give Chuuya a chance to think twice before he continues in a quiet voice. Tempting although it is to continue with coy commentary, today he'll take a small degree of mercy on Chuuya. He can't imagine Dazai's loyal dog sees much of mercy or honesty, so it may prove interesting as far as reactions go. "Caring about someone--or them caring about me--may as well be a death sentence in my line of work, you know that. I'm merely paid to create an illusion of caring. It's not a curtain you should be tugging at, Chuuya-san."

[barxlupin]

@vulpesly ordered:

The weather is too cold and dreary for Jono's liking, which has him retreating to Maurice for shelter in the form of a fox. Hopping up onto Maurice's shoulders, he drapes himself into place and yawns. A nap would be ideal. At least Jono has the decency to curl his tail against his companion's neck like a fluffy scarf to ward off the cold in the process.

It's such a cold, dreary day that opening the bar sounds less intelligent of a business decision that keeping it closed for the day, but Maurice is committed to his job. Beside, a few souls brave (or foolish) enough to face the weather might be around and appreciate the warmth.

Still, Maurice has given the rest of his employees the day off - he can gandle a few hours by himself.

He honestly didn't expect Jono to show up. The Hunting Dog had mentioned having the day off today, but Maurice knows he hates the cold, so he'd imagined the other would be curled up under the comforter, napping the day away.

He wasn't too far off in his prediction, Jono does seem intent on taking a nap, only draped over Maurice's shoulders like a living fur shawl in fox form, nose tucked into the crook between the bartender's neck and shoulder and fluffy tail wrapped around the younger's neck like a luxuriously soft scarf.

Not that the bar owner minds his foxy lover keeping him company, far from it. Jono's presence is always welcome, especially since they'd decided to give their relationship another try.

"Comfy?~" Maurice hums, rubbing his cheek against Jono's head, laughing softly as vulpine ears flick to tickle his face.

[nohumaen]

@vulpesly has inquired: ❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

[ jono to teruko (sorry he wanted to pester your hunting dogs!) ]

" You're free to be as melodramatic as you want it, but who said I wanted to be a part of your show? Go be a melodramatic asshole anywhere that's not near me or the Captain... " Teruko snaps back at the anger of two chihuahuas. " Unless you plan to be a melodramatic ass to Tachihara, then I might find myself joining in on the fun, heheh~♪ "

[theircurse]

╰ ☆ ✧ — @vulpesly asked: White Fang meant to mind his own business as he trots through the city, it is usually for the best to ignore humans so that they ignore him in turn. But the wolf-dog’s attention is drawn by a young child, the canine’s steps slowing as he pauses to watch them cross the street. Ears prick forward at the sound of a revving engine and squealing tires, a car whipping around the corner going too fast to possibly see the child or stop in time.

Without thinking, the wolf-dog bounds forward and sinks teeth into the back of the child’s coat to haul them back onto the sidewalk. White Fang snorts in exasperation as soon as he releases the little human, peering at them critically. “Be careful. Those beasts of metal kill even when they are not hungry.”

↳ -: ☆ ( Unprompted ) ☆ :-

˗ˏˋ *ㅤ★ㅤ‿︵ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏. Sometimes, they don't take the PROPER precautions when they were out and about in the city. After all, the threats that they usually had to worry about were PEOPLE. The environment and the things around them could hurt them !

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThat line of thinking and the simple lack of experience on the streets were a big part of why the child had failed to LOOK BOTH WAYS. The distant sound of a roaring engine and rolling tires against the asphalt hardly catches their attention until SOMETHING pulls them back. Only then do they finally notice the VEHICLE that zooms past; staring with widened eyes.

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤOnce the shock begins to fade, they turn; expecting to see an adult or perhaps even another child that had pulled them back. What their starry hues fall upon instead was a DOG.

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤWait, a TALKING DOG ? Well, maybe this wasn't the craziest thing they had ever seen considering Jono - niisan and Yuzuki - san. Still, it wasn't every day they saw a talking dog.

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤAre you the one that SAVED me ?ㅤ❜

⊱ ★ ⊰ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤThe child asks; kneeling down to face the canine. The dog looked like an ordinary dog. Though, the fact that it was talking clearly showed that it WASN'T.

[starsburned-a1]

@vulpesly / starter call.

Well, seeing such a familiar face after all this time wasn't what he was expecting. Dazai freezes in place for a moment, dark eyes narrowing momentarily behind his mask. Leave it to the Hunting Dogs to find him, let alone Jono. He's not sure if he should try to talk his way out of it, or if the other already knew who he was.

"And to whom do I owe the pleasure?" For now, he'd keep the act up of the quiet masked business man Executive. One that lacked any kind of Ability. Whether or not it'd work depends solely on how well he can keep his distance. After all, Dazai doubts a prison break would be appreciated.

A step back is taken, folding his hands behind his back. Shit. Just what he needed. He still had a job to get to, but that would have to wait for now. "Is there something you need with me, Mr. Hunting Dog?"