IT HADN'T BEEN HIS IDEA. it was something he had talked over with kouyou ; something he still felt wary about but she brought up good points that he couldn't disagree with. at least . . . at the time he couldn't. sending karma to a foster home would allow him to have a better chance at living an ordinary life. chuuya may have essentially joined the mafia at around the same age karma is now . . . but he was never exactly normal & , if anything , he wanted better for karma. but now he hates the fact the words even left his mouth. something he wishes he could take back , but can't. he had promised to protect him , so ultimately this decision would allow for that . . . but it feels wrong. he's always been too sentimental for his own good anyway.
gloved fingers brush upon pallid cheeks , ridding the other of what tears stream from eyes. he keeps ahold of the other's hand as he kneels down , a smile blooming across features as regret is replaced with concern. he knows he's about to go back on his word ; on everything telling him he isn't good enough to raise a kid. " are you sure that's what you want ? " a softness held within tone , gentle squeeze given till hand. " I shouldn't act like y' can't make these decisions for yourself . . . so I won't. if y' want to stay here with me , then okay. "
#jikangai #. ✦ : in character. #v . ✦ : main. #. both of us : yeah prolly gonna remake #. me : replying to this anyway #. look frankie ima fool #. but chuu is signing the adoption papers rn #. cause that's his son
Aya goes rigid when she realizes what she's yelled out in her state of panic. She's so surprised she stops trying to squirm out of Kunikida's grasp, instead lying limp under his arm like an unruly puppy carried by its mother.
"...because that's where adults always said I'd end up in if I didn't behave! 'Be a good girl, Aya-chan, you don't want to end in the orphanage, do you?' Or they just wanted to take me there as soon as they realized I have no dad or home to go back to..."
She'd been hiding in the streets for week before meeting Kunikida, and the detective himself had only recently learned of Aya's status. He'd never expressed the intention of taking Aya anywhere, but with her constantly acting up, it was only a matter of time until he got tired of it, just like anyone else...
With some effort, Aya twisted around so that she could thro her small arms around Kunikida's torso, her voice muffled by his chest as she spoke "I-I'll try to be good, I promise, just... don't take me there! D-dad said orphanages are bad places..."
#jikangai #☆ DOLLS FOR A SPECIAL DAY ☆ [ IC ] #☆ [ REPLY ] ☆ #tw: child abuse mention #child abuse mention tw
his approach is careful, and his mood is perhaps as grim as Shigaraki’s ... for altogether different reasons. The bleeding’s finally stopped, and the only thing left is cleaning up the bullet wounds ——— and the blood on the ground, unless Kurogiri’s already seen to it. “ I’ll probably deal with the consequences later ... ” he begins, swiping at the edges of a leg wound, and then looks at the powered off monitor, “ but I’m sorry, even he can wait until you’re not bleeding out on the floor like a gutted fish. So much for worrying about you ... ”
“ You still make no sense to me, Nanami. ” thin fingers slowly peel away the wrapper around the sweet bun they’ve been offered and then take a bite out of it, all while fixing the sorcerer with an unwavering gaze. “ First grade sorcerer and still —— ” Booker takes a moment to chew and swallow their mouthful of anpan, “ —— you’re associating with me. You haven’t gone soft for a CURSE, have you? ”
Duchess. Fleshy. Upturned. Downturned. Roman. Aquiline. Bumpy. Snub. Hawk. Greek. Nubian. East Asian. Nixon. Bulbous. Celestial. Smooth. Sloped. Large nostrils. Average nostrils. Small nostrils.
Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. A bit below the jaw. A bit above the jaw. Mullet. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Strawberry blonde. Orange blonde. Golden blonde. Redhead. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chocolate brown. Chestnut brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Copper. Other Color (Dyed). Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Groomed eyebrows.
TATTOOS / PIERCINGS
Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Helix piercing. Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercing.
Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lip gloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Body wash. Moisturizer. Aftershave. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Greasepaint. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Perfume. Cologne. Deodorant. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Uses only light makeup. Never wears make-up.
‘ people are like . . . teddy bears! ‘ she wraps arms around herself, bouncing on the balls of her feet. ‘ i just want reach inside and pull out the stuffing! ‘ lashes flutter as she looks upward, as if hoping for a victim to present themselves from the very heavens above.
#ok i lied theres two lines of dialogue #but i kept it short. which is a miracle within itself #jikangai #[ ♀ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 ! 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 / starter. ] #[ ♀ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 ! 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 / himiko toga. ]
they’d blame the little voice in their head it wasn’t real, of course, but if it were they’d make sure to thank it ! the action has little rhyme or reason, just a minor act of ... kindness. the rat tail had become worse for wear as of late, ends appearing split and thin. it was kindness, kindness they say! it was nothing of the sort: just another thorn in kunikida’s spine. still dazai failed to see why it really mattered kunikida would just grow it back out anyway. a smile spreads across dazai’s face as they skip backwards, scissors and thick lock of hair plopped into the hands of an innocent office lackey.
“ hehehehe ! ”
“ sorry, kunikida-kun, buuuuuuut would you look at that i have to go! far, far away! ” they announce loudly and don’t wait for the stomp of kunikida’s boots to begin running. “ you can thank me later ~ ” in ten minutes. when dazai is tired of running. typically, they’d let kunikida bludgeon them as he pleased, but they think it’s time for a reminder how easily they could escape the other!
@jikangai / cont.
#jikangai#jikangai: kunikida #&.┊ 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 . / ic. #how does it feel to be a little voice in dazai's head frankie? #remember. i did this for you.
kento didn’t think he could get away for long, could he? sure, it’s been a year or two since he left, but satoru never intended to let kento sneak away. just leave him alone, satoru, shouko warned him: if he wanted us to keep in touch, he would have.
the truth is, had satoru not been distracted by the tedium of his own pending mental collapse after graduation, kento would never have been able to avoid him for even this long. but now that he’d finally made a decision, which he’d marked with the entrance of two small children into his home, satoru could start tying up the other loose ends in his life: his old friend nanami, who he wouldn’t lose touch with. maybe it was because, as shouko put it, he was a selfish manchild. or maybe a much more human aspect of him simply didn’t want to lose any more people he cared about. either way, satoru pops his head out of the corner kento is just about to turn on his usual route ( which gojo discovered by canvassing, not stalking, as shouko has said ) and grins.
❛ ------ yo, nanami! long time no see! ❜ but before he can begin his next sentence, he notices something strange and absolutely hysterical: kento’s clothes. ❛ ... are you wearing a suit? ❜
#frankie my friend im crying #hes so used to being feared and being called creepy #he doesnt know what to do!!! #❧ dash commentary ~~ ✩ #❧ mezou shoji ~~ ✩ #❧ fandom: boku no hero academia ~~ ✩ #jikangai
“ ranpo - san ... ” dazai wasn’t an idiot without purpose, that much was sure. they thread a vastly thin line between cause and effect. say this, expect that. expect this, say that. so, when they come to conclusion of testing the waters with ranpo ... it’s very clear they are expecting something. “ that little safe isn’t going to keep everyone out, you know that ... right? ”
𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿𝑆 𝐴 𝐵𝐼𝑇 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝐴 𝑃𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐶𝐸𝑆𝑆 , 𝑊𝐴𝑇𝐶𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐹𝑅𝑂𝑀 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝑁𝐷𝑂𝑊 . and it isn’t at all silly to her to think of ashe as a knight , even if he would insist above all else that he has so much more to learn .
mercedes sits with her lavender tea cooling in its cup , watching his arrows find their mark . she pleats a love - knot into her hair , absent - mindedly fidgeting as she hopes he doesn’t injure himself .
it isn’t that she distrusts his aim , or his handiness . but he is so very small down there , she does have a habit of worrying .
❛❛ ser ashe !! ❜❜ she calls when at last he seems satisfied with his progress . mercedes sits forward , smiling at him . ❛❛ you must be so very tired after such hard work , come up and join me for tea . would you deny a fair maiden such a generous request ? ❜❜