Power is a vicious thing. Dazai Osamu has been raised to understand...
wicked descent (BC) sunily nation)@wickeddescent
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Oct 31, 2026
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Power is a vicious thing. Dazai Osamu has been raised to understand it, to worship it as one of the three tenants that hold his world together:
Power.
Family.
Loyalty.
But, in power lies a path of destruction.
And there is one person that Dazai is not willing to lose.
Power.
Family.
Loyalty.
But, in power lies a path of destruction.
And there is one person that Dazai is not willing to lose.
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CONTENT WARNINGS:
• Graphic Violence
• Depictions of Mental Illness
• Past Sexual Trauma
• Addiction
• Abuse
• Dysphoria
• Character Death (non-main)
• References to Attempted Suicide and self harm
• Graphic Violence
• Depictions of Mental Illness
• Past Sexual Trauma
• Addiction
• Abuse
• Dysphoria
• Character Death (non-main)
• References to Attempted Suicide and self harm
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“Are you fucking /kidding me/?!” The blonde hisses, smacking his hand against the desk as he glares at his superior. The force of his anger makes the wood groan and rattle in protest.
The detective seems unperturbed. “I don’t see any harm in listening to what he has to say.”
The detective seems unperturbed. “I don’t see any harm in listening to what he has to say.”
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“Harm?!” Kunikida snarls, his glasses fogging up with distress. “How is that not /obvious/?!”
“Well,” Ranpo shrugs, crunching on his chips as he stares through the glass to the interrogation room. “He’s our prisoner.”
“I’m starting to suspect that he /allowed/ us to catch him—“
“Well,” Ranpo shrugs, crunching on his chips as he stares through the glass to the interrogation room. “He’s our prisoner.”
“I’m starting to suspect that he /allowed/ us to catch him—“
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“Oh,” Ranpo chuckles, absolutely delighted with his colleague being slow on the uptake, “/that/ is what’s obvious.” He raises himself to his feet. “Edgar—you’re with me.”
His boyfriend practically falls out of his chair with a start, papers scattering across the floor.
His boyfriend practically falls out of his chair with a start, papers scattering across the floor.
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“You—“ he pushes his bangs out of his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them. “—you want /me/, to go in /there/?”
He glances towards the interrogation room, where a dark haired man is waiting calmly, his cuffed hands folded in front of him on the table. The prisoner isn’t doing—
He glances towards the interrogation room, where a dark haired man is waiting calmly, his cuffed hands folded in front of him on the table. The prisoner isn’t doing—
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—anything directly menacing, but—
There’s something about the flash of red behind his eyes when he smiles towards the glass, like he /knows/ they’re discussing him, that sets the American’s teeth on edge—raises the hairs along the back of his neck.
Ranpo shrugs.
There’s something about the flash of red behind his eyes when he smiles towards the glass, like he /knows/ they’re discussing him, that sets the American’s teeth on edge—raises the hairs along the back of his neck.
Ranpo shrugs.