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[askdrunkjimmy]

Not what I expected but... to each their own I suppose...

[askgrantcurly]

Grant pleaseeee text him Please

[askdaisukejz]

…looks like you’re gonna be an uncle

…for real this time. congrats 😁

Haha yeah I heard! I heard before all of you guys >:3c.

Jimmy and Curly told our family together and again- they are concerned- but they're also really happy for them because it's such a big step.

I cant wait to be the chaotic uncle... the only uncle, really.

[dont-f-with-moogles]

The Envelope (Part 2) (NSFW) Dazai x Reader 1261 words

Cold morning. A tentative blue threaded with pale clouds. Mist had gathered in the corners of the windows. The double doors remained closed for now; you still had time to unload the gleaming cups and saucers from the dishwasher. Your manager - Uzumaki’s renowned, veteran barista - passed by the counter. His mouth was pulled to the side as though he was suppressing an uncomfortable smile.

“I, ah… think someone is trying to call you.”

With a wave of his hand he gestured to the lit smartphone which lay, singing idly to itself, nestled between a tray of glasses and the petty cash tin. A leaden weight had settled in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t need to check to know who it was.

As you continued stacking the cups within a wall-mounted cupboard the phone’s melody ceased, only to be followed by the sound of a chime. One insistent ping followed another; a flurry of notifications without pause. With a pained sigh, you retrieved your phone. Refusing to scroll back and read the long reel of previous messages, your eyes settled on the most recent.

Not that I want you to rush back of course! It’s only a small fire after all.

There came the rapid tap of your thumbs in reply.

I told you this morning that I’m not coming back until after my shift.

Dropping the device down with a thud, you continued to put cups, glasses and cutlery away, all the while ignoring the series of shrill sounds which rang impatiently from your phone.

“Sounds like someone wants to talk to you,” the café owner observed, unlatching the double doors and releasing a flood of warm light into the long room. Rather than answer, you pretended to search for something in the dishwasher’s cutlery basket.

“Perhaps you ought to answer him?”

“What makes you think it’s a him?” you countered, looking up at just the wrong moment. The café manager’s smile was all-knowing. He was a people watcher; an inadvertent gatherer of secrets. He had held his position with quiet pride for many years, unobtrusively pouring coffee as the lives of his customers played out around him.

Lifting a small bag of sugar cubes, you began to refill the ceramic containers on the tables.

“...in any case, if you don’t answer, he might come up here.”

Hesitating, sugar tongs still in hand, you managed a derisive snort. It did not take long for your false bravado to cower upon itself. Thinking better of it, you stalked back to the counter to seize your phone.

I won’t be back til 6. Grab a shower or a coffee or some fresh bandages if you have indeed set fire to yourself - whatever you need, but don’t wait for me to get back. Spare key in the teapot.

The device had hardly touched the surface when its screen glowed in response.

Good to know there’s another spare. I took the key you hid in the sconce. Think I’ll hang onto it ;)

You do that. Think I’ll have the locks changed.

Ah! You’re driving me insane! <3

“Miss?”

“Coming!” you called, relieved by the distraction. A steady queue of customers had formed from the cash register, snaking out into the hallway beyond. Stifling a yawn, you poured coffee into paper cups, adding a dash of milk here; a shot of syrup there. Plastic lids were fastened on in succession. You stretched your arms and arched your aching back. Names were penned on cardboard. The morning rush was always this busy, only to be followed by… silence. There was the respite after the madness. The calm before the storm. Only a visit from your rather irregular regulars could break up the monotony now. The Armed Detectives from the fourth floor, with their wild antics and raucous laughter… You ground your teeth. Not that you were thinking about him though. Not that you were, even now, considering checking your phone for his messages. Too often you had witnessed those poor souls who fell for his superficial charms. They would weep, helpless, struggling to comprehend the reason for his sudden absence. How ignorant they were, never knowing he had already moved on to his next person of interest…

Even as you stood, reasoning so calmly with yourself, your hand was inciting a mutiny against your mind and body. You reached for your phone again.

Ditch work. Tell the boss you have a headache and need to stay in bed ;)

I think he might see through that brilliant scheme?

Cruel mistress! Don’t make me beg :(

This is on you. I’m not making you do anything.

Three little dots danced, taunting, as he crafted his reply. You set the device to one side each time the café owner strode past. It was more than your job’s worth to be caught sending messages to one of your regular customers.

As the manager stooped to clear one of the tables, your phone buzzed irritably.

Don’t pretend. And for the record, I hate being made to wait.

Wait for what exactly? You smiled; it wasn’t like you to behave so coyly but, somehow, his persistence had reeled you in like a spider’s silk.

Seriously? Don’t forget that I’d been trapped behind bars for WEEKS. You know I couldn’t stop thinking about you in there. I thought last night was all I needed but holy fuck, I already miss your pussy…

The weight in your stomach shifted. Something sparked, like flint on stone.

It’s 9:28 am! We’ve only just opened.

Well what time does your pussy open? Cause I’m

Heat flooded your cheeks. You felt your pulse beating in your throat; blood roared thunderously in your ears. You looked up - another poorly-timed gesture - to witness Ranpo glance away thoughtfully, his finger tapping his chin. The detective who saw through everything.

You dropped your phone with a clatter.

“I thought the temperature was mild today,” he observed dryly, such was his way of small talk. “Is it hot in here?”

“Yes,” you answered automatically, placing your phone face down before you could read the rest of Dazai’s message. Given the brief glimpse of the words hard scream beg and gag you could only assume it contained some tangible threats. You dusted down your black skirt self-consciously and reached to tighten the fastening in your hair, remembering that you had been forced to wear it loose today. Only its dark curtain, as it swung about the white frill of your collar, could hide the blemishes he had left upon your skin the night before. Incriminating marks which had branded you as his.

“Sorry, I uh- Let me pass you a menu-”

“Sweet curry,” Ranpo declared without pause. “And, not that it’s any of my business, but Dazai thrives on dysfunction. Nothing bores him more than having his own schemes go smoothly. I wouldn’t be so quick to give him the replies he wants.”

You gaped in astonishment. “That’s not- that’s-”

“One doesn’t need ultra deduction to read it in your distracted demeanour; the way you’re repeatedly picking your phone up, cursing to yourself… we’ve seen it all before. It’s the Dazai effect. Not to mention the circles under your eyes, your constant yawning…”

“Plus those hickeys speak for themselves.” Yosano had appeared behind him. “Pour us both a coffee - you look like you need it.”

Ruefully brushing your hair down against your neck, you turned away, poured out two cups and grabbed a blue Ramune from the fridge. What had ever made you think that sleeping with Osamu Dazai would have gone unnoticed by a group of professional detectives?

Part 1 (tw)

[askinganya]

Would you rather give up the love of your life or give up your family?

I assume this is relevant to the current happenings... but I'll bite.

When you grow up and you find the person you love, they don't become a part of your current family. You are making YOUR OWN, brand new family. I'm sure other people would disagree but... to me, that's a part of growing up.

So, I think if I had to chose, I'd pick my NEW family (love of my life) over the ones that cannot accept me for who I am (my family).

That's... pretty much how I feel about it.

[shierak-inavva]

I saw your Rogneto kid fanart of Helena and she's so cute! If you don't mind me asking, if she has a mutant ability, what is it? And is baby two Charles from AoA?

oh gosh aaaaaa first of all thank you so much !!! 😭💛💛💛

second, omg--so helena's design actually ended up changing a little (I mean, she's just a lil baby in the doodle I posted for mom's day if that's the one you mean!!) but !!

her name is helena mae lehnsherr and she looks SO MUCH like rogue in the face, but she's got erik's blue eyes and white hair; in true Magnet Daughter™ fashion she's an absolute force of nature, but her mutant ability is the control and manipulation of light and light energy instead of magnetism or magic like her half sisters.💛 her hero name is gleam when she grows up 😌

baby #2 is ezra jakob lehnsherr, and he's the one who comes out lookin' just like erik but with rogue's green eyes and auburn hair and his mutant abilities are Under Construction™ but his working codename is flashbang right now !!

I don't use baby charles just because I consider my little fan-babies a different continuity--but lil charles has a special place in my heart as a roguneto baby all the same 🥺

[askpostmancurly]

A letter has arrived! 📬

To: Curly

Hey, you seem neat! I’ve always wanted to talk to a postman! Is it fun? I’ve been wondering if I should take it up for a side job.

From: Aspiring Mailman anon 📮

Hello Anon! This is such a sweet ask, I'm actually more than happy to answer any questions you have. Being a Mail Carrier is hard work, it isn't super rewarding, but the few customers who appreciate you on your routes can make or break your time at the post office. I personally love my job, I love my route, I love driving my little 40 year old truck around the neighborhood through rain snow and shine. My coworkers are all wonderful at my office, it's a smaller town so it isn't as hectic as a city office might be. If you're looking for a job in the post office you'd have to consider a few things: Part time or full time, walking or driving, office or delivery, ect. Being a mail carrier, if you'd like part time I'd say look into a job as a rural carrier. Most of the routes are about 3-8 hours long depending on the route. They're usually all driving with box on post (mailboxes) all the way down. City Carriers are usually a mix of driving and walking loops. Some are fully walking, and some are fully driving, it usually depends on the office that you apply to. I personally love being a City Carrier, mostly because I get to get my steps in every single day, and you get to build better relationships with your customers. If you want a guaranteed part time position, being a clerk is a good option. Those positions are usually about 4 hours a day! That was a lot of information, so I'm so sorry. But I hope this helps you! Please feel free to ask me more <3

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@jbeaubier Replied to this

This is his natural state he is always this dramatic jk

I'm not dramatic. I'm charmingly sociable.

[rawrkrite]

Any glowing crystals are an improvement to a habitat! There are three in my living room alone ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

remembering so many people being like “well actually salt lamps don’t have any REAL benefits” as if having a pink glowing rock in the room is not a benefit. it helps me

[mewo777]

mid drawing this i cropped the canvas and then when i was done i went back through my layers and realized i cut fiddleford from another drawing clean in half never crop your canvases kids

[love-byers]

[askdrunkjimmy]

Thanks.

[askgrantcurly]

Curly sweet boy- why exactly did you call a wellness check? Was it because Jimy wasn't answering his phone? He said he was turning it off, love. I know you're feeling guilty and you're worried about him, but what's got you so worried as to call a wellness check?

I called a wellness check because I'm afraid he's a danger to himself right now and I don't know how to handle it. Daisuke hasn't texted me back which worries the fuck out of me and he's the only one who has a spare to Jimmy's apartment.

I don't know if he's taking his meds either.

[askdaisukejz]

hey I heard you were pregnant?

Wrong ask box, bro.

[askinganya]

Is there anything you love to do on your days off that you'd suggest others to do? I'd like to hear regardless but yeah :)

I LOVE discovering new hobbies in my free time but I never stick with them long. I used to think it was because I was lazy, but Curly once said I had a curious mind and a love for life and new things... so that's how I describe it now.

I'm really into cross stitching lately! It gets my mind off things after a long week.

If I was to give advice I'd say try a little of everything and try not to make fun activities into commitments!

[askpostmancurly]

hey mister postman,,, heard you deliver packages,,, you take ‘em too? 🤤

Haha! I do accept packages, as long as they’re prepaid on our postal app! You’ll just have to get the weight and measurements of you package and pay online before I can pick it up.

If you’re asking about something else though… I’m interested in girls, guys, nonbinary people, ect. Perhaps I might take a package… 💅