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hyperdetect​:

   rolls his eyes.   “  ugh, don’t even imply i’d be interested in you like that. rest assured, you’re not mine either  –  or anyone’s, for that matter.  ”

“ booooring... i was counting on your deductive skills to help me find a good date on the island. “

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hyperdetect​:

   “  maybe i’m just sooooo attached to you i couldn’t help myself.  ”

“ an island paradise for the setting of our romantic tale, how charming. unfortunately, you’re not my type. “

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“ if a great detective like ranpo-kun cannot escape the inevitable return to this place, then what hope do the rest of us have in getting back to our former lives, fufu...” @hyperdetect​

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areadri​:

               ❝  I CAN’T IMAGINE what kind of opportunity you would think such circumstances present.  ❞

“ this is a distant island paradise, filled to the brim with potential. is that self-loathing so intense that you fail to see the second chance you have been granted. or would you rather be dead, is that it?”

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areadri​:

               ❝  PERHAPS…  ❞

               ❝  perhaps this is my punishment. how fitting that i should be sentenced to a purgatory…  ❞ and with naught but old memories to accompany him.

“ strange how you might consider purgatory a punishment and not an opportunity. then again, i don’t know what sins you committed before coming here. “

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Fyodor 💜

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dazaisensei​:

It’s nice to see a familiar face. Like looking in a mirror. Dazai has always been quite vain. He was told by many people that his looks were the only good thing about him. Women were always sympathizing with his misery and comforting him because of his looks. He remembered Fyodor like he did a knife in his back, and even now he can recall the faint pinprick of that cold steel sinking into him. Dazai found the feeling oddly exciting. He wished Fyodor had stuck the knife in deeper back then. If he had, Dazai might have finally become happy. 

He wondered idly if Fyodor would stab him from the front this time. He looked into Fyodor’s eyes, and chased them even as Fyodor tried to escape. 

“But, you’re a dumbass with a god complex. Who could you possibly think is your equal?” 

Dazai said, and he refused to stop clowning around. If Fyodor would leave his mask on then so would he. He didn’t have to take this situation seriously. He didn’t have to take anything seriously. He stuffed his hands into the pocket of his trench coat, closed his eyes foxlike and upturned the corners of his mouth. 

“I came here to visit an old friend. When I heard you, I was hoping you might kill me. If we’re the same person that’s basically suicide isn’t it?” 

Dazai got closer, and closer. He knew Fyodor liked to be far away from people. He liked to look down from on high as some kind of god. Then, the thing that scared Fyodor the most must have been… closeness, reaching out to touch someone, he acted like it would kill him. Maybe it would. Dazai stopped when their toes were touching, and centimeters away from Fyodor getting in his face unless the other backed away.

He breathed Fyodor’s air and said. 

“But, never-mind. I’ve decided I don’t want to be killed by a person like you. How about you? Have you decided how you’re going to live in this city?” 

there are, of course, positive and negative reflections when one looks into a mirror. the face which looked back at fyodor was not his, but it wasn’t an entirely different stranger either. although they differed in what some might consider grand ways, they were no more complete opposites than they were twinned sides of a coin, and even then that coin was warped and hardly normal. fyodor did not flinch at that approach, the closeness of this incomplete reflection moving confidently until they were mere breaths apart. yes, dazai was quite pretty up close too, he supposed.

dazai’s thoughts were true however, that the closeness was an almost alien sensation. so apart from the world, as if he resided above it all, humanity and its sins festered below. and so he looked on, and so he peered from on high. the words which broke the silence on dazai’s part prompted the smile’s resurgence upon fyodor’s face, his lips remaining curved as the other regarded death. so close, he could very well seize that chance, steal away dazai’s new wish. would he truly protest? perhaps not. blood staining ivory and marble would be of no consequence to he himself at the very least. 

“ well if i must find something else to do with my time, there’s so many avenues i could take. “ a joke, maybe. perhaps. killing dazai wouldn’t take much time, theoretically. the planning perhaps, but then after that? emptiness and silence. boredom in its rawest form. “ there are plenty of attractions here, perhaps i can take my time exploring them all. “ because he seemed so clearly suited to tourism, obviously. “ or if you mean literally, i suppose i’ll be living carefully for a while, no? “ a chuckle, before his voice fell quieter. a whisper so that the echoes of the church might not chase his words. “ i would like to become acquainted with this world; all of its sins & promises. “

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ressusciters​:

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      ❦ ❝ Ohhh? People around here seem to be quite confident and cheeky, ❞ the goddess notes as the stranger seats himself across from her as she takes a sip from her coffee now. While the cafe had become quite busy due to the current festival going on, Phatonus is certain there were other places for the man to sit if he so desired.

      ❝ Not that I particularly mind. Company is always welcome every now and then, ❞

to unravel the whys and wheres of his mind would be comparable to chasing the frayed tip of a never-ending ball of yarn; how it was that fyodor came to act with the manner he did seemingly serving only intentions and goals privy to him and him alone. but some actions seemed far more simplistic than his complex nature of layered plans within plans, and this very act itself was a dull but simple task indeed.

relaxed in more casual attire without his ushanka-hat ( for the heat of summer hardly gave way to such a winter-suited fashion choice for the time ) fyodor took his seat opposing that pale haired stranger. he always did have a thing for white hair after all. his own cup and saucer clattered gently against the wood, as he bowed his head in greeting. “ you seemed in want of company. “ he smiled, having noticed her glance about observantly beforehand. 

“ i can’t recall the last time someone referred to me as ‘cheeky’. what a peculiar choice of wording, i will admit. “

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hyperdetect​:

   for fyodor to breathe, he needed to lie. everything that fell from his lips was always a lie, never the truth, always burying whatever real intentions he had. now, ranpo could sit here and contemplate on what could have possibly made a man so meticulous in ensuring no one around him could comprehend him  –  but really, it didn’t matter. ranpo didn’t care for him like that, and it’s not as if any possible sob story sitting behind the terribly frail, anemic death-weilding ability user from russia was going to make ranpo dislike him any less. 

   that train left the station the moment fyodor thought it was a brilliant idea to target the other members of the agency, starting with fukuzawa.

   his aim had always been ranpo, no matter how much similarity there was between him and dazai. every single thing was a jab at the detective, incessant and aggravating. the only comfort now is that ranpo had his full attention, and if ranpo wanted to deck him in the mouth… well, he very easily could. 

   not that it would do much of anything, but some things don’t need a solution so much as they need an outlet every once and a while. 

   “  i’m sure you’d like that, wouldn’t you?  ”   ranpo quips to fyodor in return, drumming his free hand on the table. he tilts his head with a mocking smile.   “  i’m not really interested in giving what you want that easily, so i’ll drag things out for a while. i fold this turn.  ”   really, any of his original intentions to be had in this game are long gone now, so he might as well give a hard time in response at least…

   green eyes shift, watching the smoke of fyodor’s cigarette dance in the air as it inevitably disappears. holding out a hand, he adds,

   “  spare me a cigarette, will you? it’s the least you can do.  ”

there’s an amused giggle-like response before fyodor fished into a pocket of his clothing for the box of unmarked cigarettes. of course, it would be far too easy to imply with such a thing that there was perhaps a dangerous reason as to why he kept them unmarked, but whichever cigarette ranpo chose was rather boringly innocent, truthfully. but he wasn’t quite finished with the detective after he’d pulled out his own from the pack; leaning over with his own still-lit one in hand to press the ends of them together, thus igniting ranpo’s. 

he returned to his seat and resumed the game shortly after, thin fingers grabbing back at the cards as he received a few more from the dealer. “ let’s see... “ he plucked at the edges of the cards, the twanging sound gentle as he thought out loud. “ it really doesn’t matter what you decide to do. “ he decided to add, a smile to pair nicely with his soft words. he spoke so calmly, but there was no mistaking that thin thread of joy which radiated through every syllable. finally meeting this member of the agency was proving to be quite an experience after all.

“ but i will be disappointed if you lose to me, considering i don’t know the rules very well and you haven’t even explained to me how it works. quite the disadvantage! “ he shuffled his cards around before picking up another, ending his turn as the older woman began fiddling with her own hand. fyodor’s gaze remained on ranpo; half-lidded and curious. “ if winning is your objective, anyway. “ whether or not he meant the game or the very instance of their minds meeting was not quite apparent, but fyodor remained sweet in all manners presenting, smoke curling around his fingers as he studied ranpo. 

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hello friends and foes, i’ve been a little afk on the rp front because of the heat irl but i’m slowly gunna get through my backlog i promise xox hope everyone is feelin ok + taking care of themselves!

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MOBILE DATING GAME

“ROUTE START!” sent by @hyperdetect

route start: “ shall we begin? i hope you’re entertaining enough to make this worthwhile, detective. “ route switch: “ i suspected you would quit this easily. “ menu interface, poke A: “ something on your mind? “ menu interface, poke B:  “ i’m surprised you don’t have better things to do with your time, ranpo-kun~ “ menu interface, poke (repeatedly): [ a soft chuckle ]  menu interface, poke max ♥:  “ so demanding, perhaps i can indulge you just a little... “ completed scene, +♥: “ mhm, that was fun, perhaps you have your use after all! “ completed scene, -♥:  “ disappointing, perhaps you’re not quite as clever as i’d hoped. “ gift (neutral): “ what am i supposed to do with this? “ gift (disliked): “ i’d ask if this was meant for someone else, but i can’t imagine anyone having a use for this. ah, is this a joke gift? “ gift (liked): “ buying me presents now, hm? how cute. “ gift (their birthday): “ has someone been looking at my private information again, ranpo? how else would you know this date, hm? “ birthday: “ my gift for you is not letting you die. there’s no need to thank me. “ 

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MOBILE DATING GAME!

Send me “Route start!” and I’ll fill out how a visual novel route of my character for your muse would be! Based of the meme that’s been going around but specific to your character!

route start: route switch: 

menu interface, poke A:  menu interface, poke B:  menu interface, poke (repeatedly): menu interface, poke max ♥: 

completed scene, +♥:  completed scene, -♥:  

gift (neutral): gift (disliked): gift (liked):  gift (their birthday):

birthday:

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★ make me choose ★ @qvalcuno asked: dazai or fyodor

this is neither a loss of control nor a singularity

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edeneyed​:

⤜    proxy    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @assumegod​

there was plenty amid this place to keep him occupied, seeking out hidden corners   &   viewpoints   (   reaching for an understanding of this mess   —   this punishment   ?   it had to be   ).   brash in action, but still subtle enough to usually avoid detection. that is, assuming that people would adhere to the norm. almost dropping atop someone was a novice mistake   &   one he would have ignored under other conditions   (   the masters words ringing in his ears   ).

frown sitting awkwardly on scarred lips, brow pinched beneath his hood as the assassin eyed the man before him. annoyance painted across his stance   (   shoulders back, wrist all to bare flexing in agitation   ).   the other was proving to be a nuisance more alike to the men found in back alley’s   —   the brutish men in cities like acre, but with the disposition of the voices paid to preach another’s ill will among the crowds. altaïr couldn’t decide if this encounter was   (   enough   )   of a waste of time to just leave or if he would be stuck finishing it out; something to be said about being “trapped in the open.”    ❝    do you just plan to stand there all day, or will you eventually move   ?    ❞

there appeared to be a great deal of commotion sweeping the island, finally a moment of some aroused chaos from a slumber he supposed had not exactly been too long. a drought soon came to an end, as it seemed that so many of the spirallian residents had been afflicted with a state of unfamiliarity, more so than usual, and thus wandered about in a state of disarray. now, any sour-intended stranger might have seen such a moment as a chance to mould and craft, a chance to weave in some seeds of chaos of his own, but there was still many face-down cards upon the table. what good was it to play one’s best hand prior to finding out the entirety of the game’s rules? 

he had been in no particular direction; a destination far from his mind as he simply wandered, as he often did those days. alas, he might have carried on his merry way once the stranger had asked after him, but he recognised the man, all things considered, and like a flea it seemed fyodor was desperately difficult to rid oneself of. “ how trouble, have you forgotten me as well? “ how dull, well at least it might have been fun to play a little game. only to pass the time, of course. it wasn’t worth much more than that. this man was boring, in a sense. ‘ bloody hands and broken bones did not a fascination make ‘ ! 

“ i’ll move, if you want, but wouldn’t you like to know a thing or two about yourself first? we’re friends after all, considering how i went out of my way to cover up that mess of yours... “ 

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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

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