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I lowkey keep forgetting to post my wips here even though that was the point of this account whoops so heres a section of smth ive been working on lately <33

I'm actually fairly proud of it lmao but ALSO warning bc its more bloody/mature than my usual style of writing?? Just. beware

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The phones go out at 23:17. Edgar watches the color drain from Yosano’s face, sees how Fukazawa tenses, and feels trepidation crawl up his spine, thick, like molasses. 

At 23:18, they leave for the airport.

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The truck they’re in is shabby, but Edgar supposes beggars can’t be choosers. He hijacked the first car he saw after leaving the building, after all. Edgar half-expected Yosano or the president to make a comment, because it wasn’t exactly legal, but apparently legalities fly out the window when vampires take over the world. Go figure.

“He’s not picking up,” Yosano swears under her breath. “I’m going to kill him–”

Edgar speeds up the vehicle. The streets are empty anyway. 

“He probably dropped his phone,” she laughs, but it’s hollow, her nails pinching deep into her skin. She’s panicking, and Edgar can’t really blame her. The president says nothing, his stony glare fixed on something Edgar can’t see. “Or it died. Ranpo never charges his phone.”

He hums, noncommittal. He’s never seen Yosano like this. Anxiety broils in his own gut, and he can all but taste the bile in his mouth. Karl sits with the president, nervously chittering but (thank everything) staying still. His mind races through the same excuses Yosano mutters—the phone died, Ranpo forgot, Fyodor cut the lines, they won and decided the easiest way to get Edgar’s attention was to hang up, anything.

He’s never been that lucky. None of them have.

The airport is destroyed. The ceiling is falling through, rubble and broken pipes littered across the floor, flashing lights and terminal signs dented or cut through. The emergency staircase is mostly unharmed, aside from a few loose wires and crumbled steps. It isn’t enough to stop Yosano from dashing up them, leaving Edgar and Fukazawa to follow. Karl, now attached to his neck, holds on fearfully through Edgar’s muttered apologies as they race up the steps.

Edgar smells rust before he sees flicks of red, wincing when Karl’s claws dig into his shoulder, his nose pressed hard against Edgar’s neck. Probably to stop the smell, Edgar thinks. Karl has never liked the smell of blood.

The rooftop of the airport isn’t faring any better. There’s a wide circle of clean space, as though every bit of debris had been pushed to the very edge carefully and deliberately, leaving only specks of dust on the floors. 

He hears the scream that forces itself from Yosano’s mouth before he can register the carnage. It’s grisly, but that isn’t what takes Edgar’s attention. Not even close. It’s the way Yosano makes a beeline, running even faster than before, towards a crumbling wall, dropping to her knees. She digs through her purse, frantic as anything, and Edgar doesn’t want to look but he does, even though he knows exactly what he’ll see. 

Ranpo is dull, lifeless—actually lifeless, oh God, Edgar would laugh at his word choice if he had any control over his actions. His head is lolled onto his chest, red decorating the wall where his head must have made contact before—

No.

He can see it, can see how it happened from the damn detective training, and for the first time he wishes he’d never been smart enough for it in the first place because at least then he wouldn’t know. Edgar’s eyes widen as Yosano finds what she’s looking for, and he wants to tell her to stop, to force her eyes away. He’s not fast enough.

Yosano’s scalpel slices cleanly across Ranpo’s throat, and Edgar sees the way her ability searches, combs through the air for any remnants of a soul there to force back into its body.

It’s no use.

The tears dragging themselves down her cheeks are nothing compared to the blood spattered across her face, the way her eyes dull as Ranpo bleeds, and bleeds, and bleeds. The wound doesn’t close.

She laughs under her breath, hand shaking as she goes to cut again, panicked as someone grabs her arm. Yosano resists, at first, her eyes whipping towards her assailant before she freezes. Fukazawa holds her arm steady and patient, his calm face barely hiding the fury in his eyes. He kneels next to her, and weakly, she tries to pull her arm back. Fukazawa only shakes his head, sadness and anger swirling in his gaze.

Edgar wants to wake up, because this has to be a nightmare. Some awful dream he’d conjured up in his mind after falling asleep editing his latest novel.

Instead he watches, staring at Yosano as she begins to sob. He can’t bring himself to move. Ranpo promised, Edgar wants to scream. He promised to come back.

He has to come back.

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So,,,

Might post the later parts of this scene eventually hehe but yeah I've always wanted to write a scene where yosano uses her ability in denial of the fact that her patient is already dead bc i think it would be extremely traumatizing for her and everyone else involved (sorry yosano I love you i promise) and I felt like this was the perfect time bc even though shes mostly levelheaded i could see her going apeshit if ranpo died and fukazawa being there really made that scene so much worse

sorry yosano (and ranpo tbh)

Its a timeloop/try the timeline again fic so ranpo's not dead permanently, but poe is definitely going to remember that 💀 Fukazawa and yosano won't though! If that makes it any better lmfao

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BSD BAND AU DOODLES

I had so much fun drawing these I wa sin the ZONE

Lucy and Lovecraft do most of the singing I think, Lovecraft is especially talented at getting a very deep and low singing voice

Poe does a lot of the lyric writing and composing when needed, they all get along well

Their band is niche but their fans are dedicated and they vibe

Also I definitely think Poe could sing he’s just not confident in doing so

Also Bram has snake bite piercings, Lucy’s outfit mimics her Anne doll outfit she def collects haunted dolls

Feel free to add to this au w the pm or the ada or even costume ideas since they’re super theatrical I am so focusing so hard on the guild

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POE! PLEASE, I DONT THINK YOU'VE EVER DRAWN HIM!!!

OKAY FINE !!!! he smells like damp wood

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Doctor, the problem's in my chest

Chapter 14

Today, Sampo is quiet from the beginning. Gepard doesn't think to question it as he closes the door behind him, says his hello and gets a nodded response. "Natasha gave me tea," Gepard says, awkwardly holding the steaming mug while carefully balancing on his crutch. "Only the one. I don't think I could carry two down the stairs without tripping. Do you want it?"

Sampo blinks, just looking at him for a moment. Gepard ambles to his usual place, letting his crutch fall into the corner behind his chair. He doesn't sit down, holding the warm mug in both hands, taking a second to shuffle his feet and find his balance on his two uneven legs before looking at Sampo. He's already staring at him, or maybe he never stopped. There's something Gepard can't quite place in his eyes.

"It's chamomile," Gepard mumbles out, "I think." There's another moment of them staring at each other before Sampo shakes his head with a hum. "No thanks, I'm good."

Gepard doesn't think to press the matter or to question how quiet Sampo is, just shrugging his shoulders. His wound is doing much better, but it still aches in protest the longer he stands and walks around. He can't help but let out a groan, sighing in relief as he sits down, rolling his shoulders back and stretching his bad leg out under the bed. He enjoys the silence after having spent most of the night before tossing and turning. He blows at the tea before taking a sip, careful not to burn his tongue.

"So," Sampo says casually, "when are you going to arrest me?"

Read the full thing on ao3!!!

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PLEASE TALK MORE ABOUT VAMPIRE LOUISA X GHOST LUCY 🙏🙏🙏

HI SPLIQI!! YOU GOT IT!! though i don’t have much in mind yet, mostly just vibes

so louisa lives in a house that was abandoned a long time ago. there may or may not be rumours about it being haunted.

a young couple leaves some weird vintage doll on her front yard, because “no one lives here anyway” and they think the doll is possessed. out of curiosity, louisa takes the doll inside and it turns out the couple was right. it is possessed. when louisa tries communicating with the ghost, she finds out her name is lucy

lucy and louisa are both lonely, no one talks to them and louisa outlives the few people who do come into her life. but they don’t need to worry about that this time

yeah that’s all i have confirmed? i’m playing around with some ideas (but i’m not sure if i want to go along with them yet) like:

- ace lucy (yes i’m projecting a little). well, that preference doesn’t matter when you’re a ghost because no one can touch you anyway. but at the same time, no one can touch you which could be a problem for some. when she was alive, lucy knew how important physical intimacy was in romance for some. she’s a ghost so even if someone can see and communicate with her, they’ll never touch. guess who doesn’t care?? louisa. she loves lucy anyway

- lucy and louisa were friends when lucy was still alive, but got separated somehow. and when she was killed, she possessed a doll that ended up being shipped from place to place until it landed on louisa’s front yard. louisa first took the doll in because it reminded her of lucy

- hmm maybe people often leave junk outside of louisa’s house thinking it’s abandoned and at some point lucy got sick of seeing it happen so she does creepy stuff when people approach with random trash to make them run away

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I want to know what ranpo was thinking during the session cause you said poe is ranpo's favorite client and it looks like he's having the worst time ever/hj

Ranpo may boast about his talents but he would sometimes have a habit of being a perfectionist, turning down requests that don't seem to suit him, one of his exemptions is Poe, a friend he knew for years.

Poe admired Ranpo's work for years, he'd sometimes help him design covers for Poe's books when needed, months pass and after a lot of thought on this (and some encouragement from Lucy) he decided to get one as a permanent reminder of their close bond.

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(BSD ch 123 SPOILER )

WELCOME TO THE CLUB AKUTAGAWA

👁️👁️ 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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Two types of pain tolerance

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Hey yall how are we feeling about chapter 123. Oh my god

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is never alone going to get expanded upon??? i noticed that it has its own series :DDDDDD

Yes it is!! I'm hoping to make the main story follow chronological order, so I made it a series bc I'm hoping to go back and fill out some of the things that were talked about in chap 2 (and will be talked about in future chapters) like kyouka getting used to the poe house and kenji's first time asking for poe's help (the precursor to Kenji showing up all the time :))

There are also a few scenes I want to do of atsushi and poe in those six years before canon, like explaining how atsushi got more confident and how he learned about byakko (who LOVES poe btw the first time she forms she just flops on top of him and purrs/chuffs for like an hour and hes like why is there a tiger in my room and why does she have the same eyes as my brother 😭)

Basically I wanted to leave it open for side stories in the same universe! Especially bc the chapters in the main story are going to be including a LOT of new characters (ik I put 3 chapters but thats not looking likely lmao) and I definitely want to expand on all of their relationships (and hopefully get some new POVs!!!)

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sometimes i’m having a good day and then i think about how chuuya has long hair in your fic and i start frothing at the mouth like a cat with rabies. i need more info. is it waist length. is it straight. is it curly around his face. does he tie it up. does he like it yanked on (i will happily oblige)!

😭😭 he does, indeed, have long hair! transcendence!chuuya is truly just a pretty princess with severe trauma and endless anger issues, but his beauty is certainly unmatched. to answer your very normal queries: yes it is waist-length. no, he has waves!!!!! and yes, in my mind he has slight bangs that curl around his face rather splendidly, bringing out the blue of his eyes!!! ALSO, HELLO?? NOT THE HAIR-PULLING SNEAK??? 🤨🤨🤨 HOW SHOULD I KNOW 🤨🤨 I GUESS YOU’LL HAVE TO WAIT AND FIND OUT HEHE 😋

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For the fic ask, 8 or 19? <3

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

Possibly my fic "If You Still Want Me (Come And Find Me In My Coffin)" since I made myself sad writing it so I might need to give it a happy ending.

I have also been thinking about writing for for my "You're Married" au. I really want to write a first meeting between Poe and Ranpo!

☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic?

I'd have to say native bugs in Japan. I am a huge bug fan so instead of taking ten minutes I delayed a fic chapter so I could just look at bugs.

Recently it's been a lot of wine related stuff thanks to Chuuya

Also due to me writing for the BSD fandom anytime I get to research an author is a great time

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If they ever met I think it’d be fucking various of akutagawa for some reasons was in the agency and turns around sees famous American horror author and gothic icon Edgar Allan Poe casually in the ADA

Poe ofc knows exactly who he is and is terrified that a mafia executive keeps staring at him intensely from across the room

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BSD Guild Headcanon:

- Fitzgerald loved jazz and swing and so most of the Guild’s dance skills end at Watzes and Swing Dancing

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POE GETS 4 YOUNGER SIBLING IF YOU COUNT KENJI AND DEMONS SNOW!!!! YOU UPDATED NEVER ALONE AHHHHHHHHHHH

spreading the big borther poe agenda as god intended

HES GONNA CATCH EM ALL 🔥🔥 (HE ACTUALLY DOES GET MORE THOUGH ASKSJSJ)

Big brother poe is my only truth that man was born to be an older brother to a bunch of ability wielding awkward children I promise and I cannot believe I haven't really written about Kenji until now I needed this for my soul

Also you can pry Demon Snow and Poe alliance out of my cold dead hands I think they would read together in silence and it would be the best bonding time

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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nakajima Atsushi & Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs) Series: Part 1 of Never Alone Summary:

Obviously, Poe was fucking tired. He was hungover in a foreign country, and he hadn't even wanted to be outside anyway, so of course Karl had run off. And obviously, Poe was terrified (because where the hell was Karl), but he was also pissed off. And light hurt. Light really hurt.

Or; What if Poe found Atsushi before everything?