#yorunotora

[unagonize]

mmm.

[lovelornes-archive]

❝  Oh! Oh! It’s Atsushi’s birthday! I don’t know if I have enough on me to give him! I’ll have to stop at the bank-  ❞

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yorunotora replied to your post “     everytime he looks, it just gets worse”

it's the pwoer of money

     it’s the power of poverty

     what a fate he escaped

[catmorgue-a]

ummm are you ranpo-san's boy toy

                         “     e - excuse me   ---   ?????????????     ”     well   ,   there goes his happy humming.

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yorunotora replied to your post: “ … “

kyouka-chan im being persecuted

“ ... why? “

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yorunotora replied to your post

he lp everything is burning

why would you want help? you’re free.

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yorunotora replied to your post

CAN KUNIKIDA PLEASE COME AND STOP DAZAI FROM RUINING ATSUSHI’S LIFE THANK

Kunikida has not been able to stop Dazai from doing shit at all so, sadly, Atsushi is on his own for this one.

[letheal]

yorunotora replied to your post

ada is a mess today

well, if anyone happens to get into a near death state, for whatever reason, i’ll be here~

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a chance encounter ; start

One would think that, with the Port Mafia paycheck being what it is, she would have no requirement for things such as laundromats. She and Ryuunosuke could easily afford a washer and dryer of their own, so why bother?

Surely the very thought of the Port Mafia’s dog and silent assassin enjoying the mundane nature and mores of everyday life was laughable. As it were, Gin appreciated the simple pleasures of going about Yokohama as she did errands. 

Today, she had to pick up her work clothes and some of Ryuunosuke’s, those that did not bode so well in the wash and dryer due to the fine fabric. As it was her turn to fetch the groceries, Gin would finish the remainder of her errands at the laundromat and as she walked through the door, comfortable, deep blue flats tapping against the tile as she stepped into the cool building, she contemplated on buying her brother another tin of his favorite kind of Oolong. It’d been depleted much, as she noticed..

Well, she thought with a quiet exhale, greeting the staffer with a soft hello and civil turn of her lips as she gave out her name (fake, of course), I suppose that’s to be expected, I’ve not been home in a while.

To learn of how much had changed, all that had happened, and in the manner they did--

It was still quite a lot to absorb it all. She still had difficulty believing it-- especially one aspect.

With him, truly...?

Lost in her thoughts, she would have never noticed him, even as the door chimed with another arrival, followed by footsteps and another voice speaking out to the staff politely-- had she been anyone else.

 “...!”

Ah.

She would recognize that silver-white hair anywhere. 

Gin felt her mouth twitch with the ironic laughter that tickled at the back of her throat; of course. Of course she would find him here. Where else?

Gin looked at Nakajima Atsushi, the Man-Tiger-- the Man-Tiger that was now her brother’s lover (and how strange that felt to say), and uncertainty rankled her. By all accounts, he’d been perfectly civil and polite during their first proper encounter (when the man with glasses and unkempt dark hair gave her that love confession), and he’d given Gin no reason to think otherwise..

She remembered the soft beep of monitors and a pale, broken body swathed in bandages and her jaw clenched.

Closing her eyes briefly, Gin exhaled and took the bundle of freshly washed clothes the the strap, hooking it around her elbow, and she began to walk. But not for the exit.

Her voice is soft, almost inaudible, but with his hearing-- she was positive he would hear it.

“Good afternoon, Nakajima-san.”

(( @yorunotora​

[ncthuman-blog]

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

he doesnt listen to anyone sorry // accepting

     but of course he had already begun moving before the sentence ( command? how daring of atsushi to be giving him orders ) finishes forming. there is a sensation of pain in his side upon the action which has him returning to his previous position. a simple test to gauge the danger of the wound. while it hurt like hell, he would be okay. ( a shame, really. )     “ haah—i suppose you’re right. “

[letheal]

yorunotora replied to your post:

come heal atsushi’s emotional wounds can u do that yosano-sensei

she can heal both ur emotional and physical wounds atsushi-kun :’)

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yorunotora replied to your post: hey ugly.

IM TIRED OF YOU ABUSIVE FUCKS CLAIMING TO BE MY FAMILY

it’s the closest thing to family you’re ever going to get

[lovelornes-archive]

J’s biggest fans:

@yorunotora​ her good boy, her honey bunches, her tiger kid, the one she spends the most money on-

@unagonize the Russian rat bastard with the cute butt, drinking buddy

@fukenzena the young lady who still believes in love, oh how she wishes to relive those youthful days

@hyperdetect probably the smartest person she knows, her trusted companion, spends the second most amount of money on

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yorunotora ответил(a) на ваш пост: carnagefated ответил(a) на ваш пост: carnagefated...

kyouka-chan, lovecraft-san, no…..

why not? you get to live? i fail to see any problem you would have here?

[ncthuman-blog]

♥

munday meme // accepting

♥: one thing you love about your Muse.

absolutely nothing.im kidding i?? actually really like dazai’s character?? he’s a character that doesn’t let anyone know what he’s up to, even the readers of the manga. we never know what dazai is thinking or what he’s planning until he announces it. that’s so?? incredibly fascinating to me??so i suppose the thing i love the most about dazai is the complete mystery there is to his character! i like that nobody really knows what he’s planning.