I’ll protect those I care about

🌹🌹🌹🔞🔞🔞🔞❤️❤️❤️ ||||||Credit in video✨🌹 ||||||No Lewd focus✨✨🌹 {Indie Pierrot from the freak circus}

⠀ [There was a mess everywhere, except on the white canvas under the easel. There was a paintbrush behind Dazai's ear and a cigarette between her lips. She looked thoughtful, but began to smile exaggeratedly when the READER arrived.] "Just in time, ready to begin?" ⠀

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⠀ "Giving answers on a silver platter is sooo tedious. Come on! Why don't you take a guess? I want to know what words might come to the mind of someone like you." ⠀

⠀ [She had manners, she was a civilized person, but she preferred to set them aside for a while to judge and theorize about every visible part of that man. It was then that she came to a comical conclusion: he looked a lot like the head of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi.] ⠀

⠀ [Now that strange box was also in the detective's hands, who felt like a teacher holding the scattered toys of some troubled child.] "You must be as bored as I am to do this." [She used her nullification ability on the box and the lamp to see if they reacted.] ⠀

⠀ [The first thing he could see was a long curtain of black hair that curled around thin arms and what appeared to be loose bandages scattered across the bed.] "Finally awake? I thought I'd been rude to decide to die before me. That wouldn't be funny at all." ⠀

⠀ [Despite it being a potentially confidential situation, perhaps the last thing that woman could be conveying was tension or concentration. She was relaxed, too relaxed to consider the possibility that the little thief might be armed or have a trick up his sleeve. + ] ⠀

⠀ "Guilt? Guilt is for those who need a burden to support their own choices instead of saying it's good old free will at work. I long for death not because I carry guilt, but because I am free from it!" ⠀

⠀ [ Kindness and altruism had a price, that was the oldest and best-known rule, even among the filthy cockroaches of the underworld. She licked her lips after a large gulp of tea and raised an eyebrow, wondering what information or questions he wanted to know. ] ⠀

⠀ [She shook the lamp, turned it upside down, and even tried to sniff it. It wasn't something the Port Mafia would do, nor would the Decay of the Angel waste its time with an antiquated and... dusty trap? She decided to turn towards where the lamp had come from, hoping to see its owner.] ⠀

⠀ [There was a limit to everything in this world, except the insolence and fascination of those who surrendered body and soul to the idea of ​​courting death. That woman couldn't be more satisfied with her stupid idea.] "I need a second opinion, would you do me this small favor?" ⠀

────﹒♡﹒ ──── ❝I might be smug, but I’m still the best! Because I’m doing my best, fall for me 🖤!❞ ────﹒♡﹒ ────

⠀ (Her time in the Port Mafia had taught her a golden rule about break-ins or document theft: A treacherous little rat will only show its dirty paws if you leave the window and door wide open. And that's what Dazai did. +) ⠀

⠀ ''Starve myself is a slow and poetic death, don't you think? Hunger can bring out the wildest side of human beings, as well as the most pathetic. I wonder what will happen when hunger blinds my reason, will something fun happen?'' ⠀

⠀ (She tosses the cigarette butt away from her purplish lips and picks up the teacup with her bandaged hands. She drank in silence, looking into the young man's eyes as if waiting to discover whether the tea tasted of medicinal cure or lethal poison.) ⠀

⠀ (Her hands, tucked into her overcoat pockets, didn't dare touch the Lamp before giving it a few nudges with her foot.) "Are you planning to set someone on fire tonight? How romantic, it's a shame I chose drowning today!" (She finally picks up the Lamp and examines it closely.) ⠀

👹 What the hell, sure.

⠀ ‎⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ˙⏤⠀⠀ ⠀ ݁♡ ‎⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ A cold blooded 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻 second. ‎⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ . . . a passionate barista 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩.

»»————-　༒ ————-«« ⊱♔ ᕮᗪᗯᗩᖇᗪ ᕮᒪᖇIᑕ ♔⊰ ► Fᴜʟʟᴍᴇᴛᴀʟ Aʟᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛ | Mᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ► As ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ | Aꜱ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ► Mᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ | Sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ Cʜᴇᴍ ► #ᗰᗩᗰᗰᗩᗷᗩT

»»————-　⊹ ࣪ ˖🍭🍬₊˚⊹♡　————-«« ⊱♔ ᖇᗩᑎᑭO ᕮᗪOGᗩᗯᗩ ♔⊰ ► Bᴜɴɢᴏ Sᴛʀᴀʏ Dᴏɢs | Mᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ► As ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ | Aꜱ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ► Mᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ | Sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ Cʜᴇᴍ ► #ᗰᗩᗰᗰᗩᗷᗩT

✦ ᴀᴜ Gᴏᴊᴏ Sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ. ✦ Oᴘᴇɴ Wʀɪᴛᴇʀ ( 𝟐𝟏+ ) ✦ sғᴡ & ɴsғᴡ. ✦ LGBT+ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ. ✦ Mɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. #MVRP #JujutsuKaisenRP #JJKRP

⠀ (It seemed that death was unwilling to take her, no matter how hard she tried. On that cold night, the detective's thin, soaked body emerged from the river, wandering aimlessly through the streets of Yokohama.) ⠀

⟩－'You belong to me.''－ ⟩{N}SFW content ⟩－18+ writer ⟩Ships w/ chem ⟩Serious/Crack RP #MVRP / #OCRP ❰ FC; Info in thread －ReSkeet / like－

· · ────── ⛩ 🕊️────── · · ❝Lord have mercy On the sinners & saints.❞ · · ────── ☯ 🪲────── · ·

~~~~~~~ 🌻 ~~~~~~~ 🌻 Charlie Arya Campbell 🌻 Your future best friend; if you let her 🌻 Always ready to share some sweets 🌻 If in need, ask if she has it. 🌻 Most of the time, she has. 🌻 That's why she always has a backpack with her... #OC #RP #Multiverse ~~~~~~~ 🌻 ~~~~~~~

»»————- ☽ ○ ☾ ————-«« ⊱♛ ᕮᒪOISᕮ ♛⊰ ► OC Bᴜɴɢᴏ Sᴛʀᴀʏ Dᴏɢs | Mᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ► As ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ | Aꜱ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ► Mᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ | Sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ Cʜᴇᴍ ► #ᗰᗩᗰᗰᗩᗷᗩT

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( . . . ) ⠀

⠀ (Her vision was blurred by the poisoning, but she could make out some features of the one approaching: a man, long hair, and a deep voice. It wasn't Mori, nor Arthur... Maybe that should have relieved her, but it left her pensive.) (+)

⠀ (There was something like a wicked smile on her face as she approached and saw her reflection in the redhead's eyes.) ❝What are you saying, Chuuya? How can I leave you alone? You know very well what happens when you lose control. I'm not in the mafia anymore, remember?❞ ⠀

⠀ ❝If you have time, put on some shoes and follow me. I'll take you to the coffee shop near my work.❞ ⠀

⠀ ❝Time to commit some crime.❞ ⠀

⠀ (She started walking around him, picking up what looked like a towel.) ❝Your body is still wet, you better use this.❞ (Without friendly warning, that towel flew into his face.) ⠀

⠀ (She cocked her head to the side as he walked away, thinking he looked like a cornered kitten. The difference was, he wasn't hissing and trying to push her away, but rather running away.) ❝But I'm not a stranger, we'll get to know each other. After all, we're all going to die.❞ ⠀

⠀ (Silence settled over her lips for a moment, as if she were imprinting his name on her mind. Then she smiled politely and continued.) ❝Hello Moreau, only an inventor~❞ (She extended her hand to him, implying that she wanted to greet him properly.) ⠀