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Live and Suffer

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i am 1000% in dgm hell again, i missed this manga sm

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he's so . . . . . ❤️‍🔥💪😤💯

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Comm for @flaresanimedump !!!

This was so fun and sexy to do

tysm for this honor ❤️‍🔥😤🙏

head to X for uncensored hehe 🍆 💦

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still not over here much cause my moots prefer to rp over discord! hmu if you wanna rp or chatter, asks and stuff are totally cool too

＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

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🌸 Hanami for theme week! 🌸

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odz brainrot is a forever state 💖

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"Hm."

It's true that the lights are a bit overkill; fragments glint harshly off every glass, jewel, and dutifully polished surface.

His gaze returns to his partner's face and then follows along the path his hand has drawn. The face is memorized instantly, countless scenarios playing out in his mind before he takes a breath.

"He'll cause a scene here. Are we cleared for that?"

The older is already reaching towards the marked man, expecting the answer to follow and Dazai to move as he sees fit.

There are plenty of halls and side rooms for them to occupy, if needed, and the guests are more than occupied with their own agendas for the night to really notice the absence of a few out-of-place individuals.

Oda's hand clasps his shoulder, index finger tapping against his jacket for emphasis.

"Excuse me, sir, a moment…"

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      ⸻       initially   ,   before   their   mission   had   taken   priority   ,   the   smaller   male   was   fighting   off   a   bubble   of   laughter   upon   eyeing   his   usually   ,   rugged   friend.   only   just   ,   for   the   image   was   simply   too   priceless   and   something   the   young   executive   would   commit   to   memory.

  though   ,   if   a   looking   glass   had   been   pitched   in   front   of   the   clucking   teenager   ,   his   appearance   may   have   overtaken   the   other.   despite   how   fitting   the   garment   had   been   tailored   ,   it   still   manages   to   sag   along   certain   edges   —   a   testament   to   his   living   circumstances.

  even   if   it   had   sat   comfortably   ,   there   still   exists   the   clash   in   the   wearer   with   the   garb.   and   by   extension   —   the   young   adult   against   the   setting   that   surrounds   the   pair.   but   dazai   had   certainly   failed   to   fit   anywhere   ,   and   here   ,   was   certainly   not   going   to   be   his   glimmering   exception.

  ❝   all   of   it.   the   glaring   lights   are   so   bright   ,   they're   going   to   take   out   my   other   eye.   ❞   his   whine   rings   out   ,   blending   soon   into   the   cacophony   of   the   crowd.   which   tunes   melodically   ,   if   only   for   the   music   that   curls   around   the   invited.   ❝   i   should   hope   so   !   if   we   want   to   take   the   fastest   route   ,   we   should   divide   and   conquer   —   but   i've   already   taken   the   liberty   of   narrowing   the   suspect   list.   ❞

  a   digit   flexes   ,   directing   their   attention   to   one   presence   ,   not   more   than   a   few   inches   away.   ❝   that’s   the   one   ,   i'm   sure   of   it.   swear   on   the   dwindling   remainder   of   my   life.   ❞

  the   sing   —   song   nature   of   his   promise   ,   ends   with   the   note   of   a   lopsided   grin.   aimed   at   the   one   he   assigns   with   the   task   of   intimidation   to   secure   intel.   ah   ,   it   was   always   so   fun   to   watch   him   work.

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"Ah hah hah!"

Hands clap twice and fingers steeple in front of his stomach, demeanor unchanged even after such obvious instigation.

"With many roles come many hats! A clown is merely a fragment of the image you would endeavor to change."

He reaches up and removes his top hat, only to reveal an even smaller, jester cap with two bells. As he touches his own chest and half-bows with a flair of his overcoat, it tumbles off and hits the ground, only to morph into a smattering of petals.

"But I wouldn't dream of disappointing such an eager audience member."

As he stands straight, he lays his hat gently over his chest and folds his other arm elegantly behind his back.

Eyes are creased in amusement and his lips curl with much of the same subliminal teasing.

"I would be delighted to see what advice such a finely dressed fellow such as yourself could offer this simple entertainer."

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      ⸻       mirrored   are   his   lips   ,   as   he   adorns   an   almost   identical   expression.   like   there   was   some   underlying   challenge   amidst   their   interaction   ,   for   the   candidate   with   the   most   superficial   smile.

  ❝   is   that   so   ?   ❞   eyes   crease   ,   framing   a   similar   demeanour   —   extending   the   artifice   ,   masking   the   indecipherable.   ❝   if   you   ask   me   ,   i   think   clowns   happen   to   scare   them   away.   ah   ,   i   dread   to   think   about   the   fear   on   their   faces   !   to   subject   beauty   to   abominations   is   so   cruel   .   .   .   so   very   cruel.   ❞   he   feigns   despair   ,   with   the   back   of   his   hand   planted   to   his   forehead   ,   pivoting   his   head   to   tilt   just   slightly.   opting   to   adopt   the   role   of   the   actor   ,   with   his   tools   of   words   and   actions   ,   whilst   nikolai   simply   wears   the   colours   of   make   —   believe.   casting   the   pair   as   a   theatrical   duo.

  falling   from   brushed   tufts   ,   his   hand   cascades   to   return   to   his   previous   stance.   where   he   meets   the   jester   evenly.   ❝   a   change   in   fashion   sense   and   your   overall   —   ❞   eyes   speak   for   him   ,   as   he   looks   nikolai   up   and   down   ,   rather   pointedly.   ❝   —   style   ,   would   do   you   wonders   ,   gogol.   ❞   his   smile   creeps   by   a   fraction   ,   as   he   stares   at   the   powder   that   dusts   his   complexion.   ghastly   pale.

  ❝   how   about   a   whole   ,   new   make   —   over   ,   doesn’t   that   sound   delightful   ?   ❞   oh   ,   how   his   generosity   shines   through   in   his   offer   that   beams.   without   a   hint   of   sabotage   laced   behind   its   syllables.

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Give me two characters and a word and I will write a <100 word drabble

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Taiga and Lulu >:3c Taiga laying on his lap

yesssssss i love them 💖

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Reunion 🥃

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Masks 🎭

[aka friend showed me a screenshot that suckerpunched my feelings so hard that i had to doodle the vision.]

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❝ it’s a little over-the-top, don’t you think? ❞ odasaku and dazai on a joint mission methinks

The taller man makes a small gesture between them.

"The outfits or the party ? "

Hair has been slightly tamed and styled, shoes shined and sparkling; but both, while looking rather dashing in their fitted vests, can't wait to return to their normal attire and get out of this stuffy space.

Oda scans the crowd subtly, making note of any out of place individuals or suspicious items.

The gallery is lively as champagne and hors d'euvres are being passed around by attentive waiters.

"It shouldn't take long, at least . "

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❝ i’m just an average guy who happens to be quite the ladies’ man. ❞ what if what if dazai @ niko

"Oh?"

His head turns to the left. . . then he hums curiously and turns to the right. . .

The jester crouches forward and makes a show of looking at the space between his coat and legs, leaning side to side and harrumphing.

"Nope not here either. I can't find the ladies. . . "

Stands tall and smiles sweetly at him.

"But I can certainly see the average guy~"

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aaaaaaaaa finally got some folks making me wanna finish that comic😭

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ill just accept that im gonna have niko muse punching me in the face for the foreseeable future

fyo, ilu imu call me