#ncllified

Send a number for my muse to:

1. Hug yours

⊰ Gloved hands wrap around Dazai’s neck from behind, as the brown haired male was sitting on the couch, far too distracted by the book he was currently reading. It was practically an invitation for Chuuya to take advantage and approach.

useless hcs starring the tsushima twins.   /   accepting.

i.   their father used to own two guard dogs.  the guard dogs probably disliked the twins because they pulled pranks on the dogs

ii.   “hey is this mine or yours” “i don’t know, why did we decide to have the same color of this product” “whatever, it’s now mine”

@ncllified wished for a starter // 4 out of 5 ❤ ↳ 04. meeting start

            [ $ FRANCIS SCOTT KEY FITZGERALD $ ]

     “In a neat little town they call Belfast,       Apprenticed to trade I was bound       And manys the hour of sweet happiness       I spent in that neat little town...”

     A sing-song voice gently cut through the air, a pin of puncturing lachrymose and bedevilled jolly. It was a soft murmur in amongst the silent gloom, the gentle crest of breaking waves up against the sandy shore and briny docks making sway all about the rhythm life. A single, dusky light flickered and blared, little blackened gnats swarming all about the heat in some hypnotic dance of the hopeless damned. A shadowy-figure, tall and lean, sat atop an unmarked, weary-looking barrel, pressing notes and holding something shiny betwixt the hands. American blond strands marked the personage, and blue eyes leered in the dwindling darkness.

     “Till bad misfortune came o’er me       Which sent me away from the land       Far away from my friends and companions       Betrayed by the black velvet band...”

     The sound of a creaking floorboard interrupted the sweltering song. Raising his head, the shadowy-figure cast his eyes into the blackened abyss just beyond his circle of light, a cloud of vision unseen by the harrowing night’s intake. A single silence pervaded the air - a single silence marred by crashing waves and chirping crickets and buzzing lightbulbs. The figure stopped meddling with whatever metallic thing was in his hands and beheld for a momentary instant what he thought was a devil.

     He blinked.

      He was certain whatever was in the abyss was blinking back.

     Sliding off the barrel, the shadowy-figure came into full view, erecting into an indomitable height seemingly off kilter for the locals of that age. He raised a hand forward; the slight glint of a metallic muzzle became discernible in the masquerading gloom. He was a holding a gun, and the gun was holding an aim, an aim at the abyss, an aim at the darkness, an aim at a devil.

     Click.

     A pause in the motion; the night held its breath.

     He remained unmoved...then swung the gun by his side and guffawed at the shadows.

     “Nice try, champ...I know you’re in there. C’mon, out with you.”

     Another pause.

     “...really, do I have to bribe you out? I thought you grew out of that nonsense...”

     ...

I’m so excited omg kjdfhgshagfjask

     ⌞ ❛ target located. ❜ ⌝    – —fingers clasp bandaged wrist tightly following triumphant declaration. already petite frame is proceeding to attempt to haul the other behind. to force him to follow her without question. thus was the focus young detective possessed when given such a task. &&. for one so small, she was none too gentle.