#bsd stevenson

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Also there are other ocs who have more of a supporting role. I've listed their abilities here just for fun.

Hisajo Sugita (an agent with an offshoot branch of Special Division that specializes in ability-created objects, who oversees Takajo and Takako). Her ability is The Flowered Robe, which allows her to hide what she most values in her vicinity - it cannot be discovered. She's incredibly skilled with her dual handguns but sometimes tries to show off a bit too much. She's also very moody, sometimes switching from bragging and self-satisfied to dramatically sad and spiteful within the hour. She hates being assigned to basically babysit two teenagers, but basks in Takako's praise.

Shizunojo Takeshita (another agent within the Special Division and Sugita's field mission partner, not assigned to look out for the girls but needs to file the reports that Sugita delivers back to her). Her ability is Gale, which allows her to disorient her opponents' sense of sight and hearing with a strong continued gust of wind. Its strength is directly proportional to how stressed she is. She is almost always stressed, overworked, and tired of Sugita's antics.

Maurice Leblanc (phantom thief who goes by many names and enjoys playfully antagonizing Ranpo and Poe). His ability is Twenty Faces, which allows him to be able to shape-shift between twenty different forms. May sound limiting, but he's also a master of disguise. Often he doesn't even have to shift to completely change his appearance. He may not be entirely acting of his own free will.

Robert Louis Stevenson (a foreign visitor who is also looking for the artifact; very affable and easily strikes an acquaintanceship with Atsushi). His ability is Treasure Island, which allows him to locate anything so long as he's held it once, no matter how far it may be. He and Atsushi swap stories about the difficulties in their lives - it seems he really takes a liking to him.

These are the BSD ocs I drew a while back in these posts here, here, and here. I'm finally going to introduce them - they are both named for famous haiku poets (two of the 4 Ts!).

Takajo Mitsuhashi

Ability: Fern Hell/Shida Jigoku - A passive ability with an active component. Passively, she has a connection to what may or may not be a kind of life force - she can sense the presence of every individual, making her near impossible to sneak up on. Throttling the connection between person and life force either denotes a strange effect on their ability, or can shut down their life functions and kill them.

Age: 17

Birth Date: January 24th

Height: 162 cm

Weight: 116 lb

Blood Type: AB

Likes: Abstract art, meditation, cicadas

Dislikes: Restrictions, too much noise

Additional notes: Unused to feeling strong emotions, but is far from expressionless in intonation - she tends to be polite yet laid back and mildly cocky, especially when poking holes at authority/She was formerly an assassin/She also has the capacity to barely feel any pain and keep moving, even from deep injuries. This is not an ability. It's implied she trained to be able to do this./Becomes fascinated by Yosano and regularly observes her and her choices/Cannot understand why Takako doesn't think she's cool and then feels frustrated that this upsets her.

Takako Hashimoto

Ability: The Red Thread/Beniito - Allows the creation of a thin red thread, which, when connected with an object or person, acts as a rope to allow her to pull objects closer or drag them. Connections to people sometimes involve her gaining flashes of their emotional state and core desires.

Age: 16

Birth Date: January 15th

Height: 166 cm

Weight: 130 lb

Blood Type: B

Likes: Snow, yubari melon, dancing

Dislikes: Loneliness, feeling left behind

Additional notes: Born to comfortable wealth but has since given that up for unknown reasons/Sociable and empathetic but rarely talks about herself/Has an unfortunate tendency to throw herself into danger without thinking it through, much to Takajo's frustration/Tends to fangirl over people she thinks are cool, like Agent Hisajo/Thinks Takajo is one of the coolest people she's met but pretends she doesn't think so out of embarrassment of admitting that. This leads to childish spats.

They are part of a story involving Takajo attempting to find a powerful ability user-made artifact. Takako is the only one who can locate it, and therefore, they strike a deal to work together. They conflict with an offshoot of the Special Division, which essentially blackmails the girls into helping them find it and store it securely - but both girls are in agreement that the artifact needs to be destroyed (the one thing they do reliably agree on).

Though at first they are only working together out of a shared goal, they eventually come to care about one another deeply.

...ok. Running off now byeee

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

I miss having an ask blog, that was so fun!!!! I just don’t have anything to ask blog about. Like I guess I could do a bsd ask blog, I have some neat ocs I’ve been wanting to yap about (Jim Butcher, Robert Louis Stevenson, James Herriot. Authors, but as bsd characters) but they’re all unfinished and I haven’t made anything for them yet (hopefully will start working on fics for Stevenson and Herriot soon). Also I get suuuuper nervous when interacting with other blogs.

But it was soooo fun while it lasted, and I soooo miss that

[tapiocatv]

— Bronze Unit Heights

[kaurwreck]

I'd like to see Chuuya in a kilt.

Actually I'd love to see a Scottish rendition of the Port Mafia, I think it would be hilarious.

anon I respect Scotland so much, but unfortunately, I have a very specific background such that the first few Scottish authors i thought of would make for the most cursed gifted organization

Robert Louis Stevenson (Ability: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde)

Arthur Conan Doyle (no one knows, he's too into spiritualism to distinguish his ability from otherwise explainable phenomenon. perhaps his lack of self-awareness is his ability. or maybe his ability is his ability to ruin his relationships. every time he refers to it, he calls it The Adventures of [and then names something within the vicinity, it's different every time].)

Adam Smith (Ability: Invisible Hand)

David Hume (Ability: 'Tis Evident)

Mary Brunton (Ability: Self Control)

anyway. I would put Akutagawa in a floor-length mermaid skirt that's modest, theatrical, and somewhat dated but too off-the-rack goth to be vintage; with an inexplicable burst of ruffles.

embarrassing book I own: Batman and Psychology: A Dark and Stormy Knight by Travis Langley

[ask game: send me skirts you want to see bsd characters wear, and I'll share one too + the title of an embarrassing book I currently own.]

[saaraofthesand]

(I REALLY want a gothic Order of the Clock Tower arc) My character wishlist for the next arc of BSD:

Oscar Wilde — No brainer. I want the disturbing gay imagery from The Picture of Dorian Gray. Give it! *makes grabby hands*

The Brontë Sisters — Obvi. Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall. Let’s get WEIRD with Heathcliff imagery c’mon now.

Daphne du Maurier — PLZ PLZ PLZ. There are so many directions you could go with her ability. Personally, I want The Birds.

Robert Louis Stevenson — We HAVE to get an ability based on Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

Percy Bysshe Shelley — We bring Mary and Adam back and have Percy and Mary insane couple energy. We should do Prometheus Unbound.

Jane Austen — I want her for a side arc where everybody is forced to overcome their relationship problems with her ability, Pride and Prejudice. I just think it would be funny.

Frenemies JRR Tolkien and CS Lewis — The real life authors once went to a party together dressed as polar bears. There’s so much there.

[fancyfeathers]

Incorrect quotes (feat. The Society and other BSD characters)

Jane, at Dr. Stevenson's funeral: I need a moment with her. 

Everyone: Of course.  *leaves* 

Jane, leaning over Dr. Stevenson′s coffin: Okay, listen hear you little shit. I know you’re not dead. 

Dr. Stevenson: Yeah, no shit.

—————————

Fukuzawa: How many kids do you have?

Jane: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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Dazai: 'You're the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans,' what does that mean?

Gaston: It means you were the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans.

Dazai: But what's the first worst thing?

*Awkward pause*

Gaston: Dazai, they... they weren't always orphans.

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Fyodor: I invited you into the woods because I crave the most dangerous game.

Alexandre and (Name), nodding: Knife monopoly.

Fyodor:

Fyodor: I was actually gonna hunt you for sport, but now I'm interested in whatever the fuck knife Monopoly is.

[thedamselzelda]

Solace for Two

Author Chat: Here is the second installment! I've been really mulling through what I want the story to be called, because of course I've already planned for a Beast version as well, but we have to begin somewhere, right? (The only reason is bc I am entangled in Beast right now. I just finished the light novel.)

Also, I have some Italian in here, bc of the story, but I'm gonna admit I took Japanese, not Italian. So, if anything isn't translated right, blame my lazy writing and use of Google Translate (bc I know that shit is like wrong 95% of the time.)

Featuring: Nakahara Chūya (Surprise!)

Summary: Sometimes it's easier to hurt with someone else than alone. Even though that person won't necessarily fill that hole in your heart, at least it will hurt a little less.

wordcount: 3.8k, fem!reader, pm!reader, sfw (cursing does occur), reader called "Izanami", mentions of killing, mentions of a morgue/ deceased, medical terminology/ descriptions used, slightly proofread

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You stare at the corpse before you, your hands moving without thought, meticulously stitching the chest of the deceased closed. The motion had become second nature; you had lost count of how many bodies you had performed autopsies on.

Even as you worked, your mind wandered to the thoughts that had plagued you for the past year—thoughts of him. No matter how hard you tried to stave them off with your work, he always crept back into your mind.

It was fitting, really, that he always surfaced in your thoughts during the stitching process. That was how you had first met, after all. Mori had found him and rushed him into the clinic, yelling for you to grab the supplies. You had gawked in awe at the gruesome scene: his arm dangled from the examination table, crimson dripping slowly from his forearm onto the floor. It was beautiful. He was beautiful—his arms decorated with scars from previous attempts, now adorned with fresh strokes of red.

The same night, Mori succeeded the previous boss, a man you loathed. While Mori treats you horribly, nothing was worse than the countless missions that man sent you on. Missions that changed your body chemistry, ones you had nightmares of as a child.

You shook your head, wanting to get that image out of your head, pausing your work. You could feel your hands becoming sweatier than usual underneath the latex gloves. Even with the same break back to reality, you couldn’t hear your name being called out.

“Girl!”

You head snapped up to meet the gaze of Dr. Stevenson.

“Sir?” You questioned, not knowing how long he had been calling your name.

He shook his head at you, disappointed in your distraction. “I want an explanation on this report.”

You glanced down at the file he was holding, unsure of what he was confused about.

“You note his heart had abnormalities, yet you determined cause of death to be something else completely unrelated. I want to know your reasoning.”

You nod your head, understanding the confusion. You didn’t want to determine the cause of death as takotsubo cardiomyopathy, because you were not entirely sure that was the case. “Yes, Dr. Stevenson. I, um…”

You set your tools down, brushing your hands upon your apron. You turn to face him, “After examining all aspects, I determined that the cause of death couldn’t distinctively be takotsubo cardiomyopathy, or broken heart syndrome, because it isn’t quite fully recognized by some medical professionals. Additionally, many do not actually pass from the enlargement of the left ventricle caused by takotsubo cardiomyopathy. This is what lead to my determination that the deceased passed primarily from decreased liver function caused by cirrhosis, as evidenced by the enlargement of his abdomen and yellowing of the sclera.”

Dr. Stevenson narrowed his eyes at you. “Did you learn from this?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, knowing what the question actually meant. “Yes, Dr. Stevenson. I have fully memorized the pathophysiology of the disease processes for both potential deaths. However,…”

Your voice trailed off as you looked down at the body.

“However?” Dr. Stevenson’s voice held irritation, as if he wondered why you wouldn’t attempt to use the knowledge to your advantage.

“However,” You continue. “I would have to thoroughly study the target to ensure this would be an appropriate death in relation to their lifestyle.”

Stevenson smirked a tad, liking your answer.

“It is always good to be calculating, Izanami. I commend you.” He points the file at you, shaking it in a laugh.

You manage a polite smile, grimacing from the name. You pick your utensils back up, returning to your task. “After you are finished with him, roll him back into storage. You are finished for today.”

“Yes sir.” You nod as he exits the room, returning to his office. You look back at the face of the man, who was no more into his fifties.

“I hope you didn’t die of a broken heart.” You say to him spitefully. “Because that would be the stupidest way to go.”

You tilt your neck to the side, eliciting a satisfying pop from your spine. The familiar sensation brings a fleeting moment of relief. You reach up and rub your neck slightly, the scent of the morgue clinging to you like a persistent shadow. The smell disgusts you, a continuous reminder of your gratitude for the cleanup crew back home.

You sigh. Home. You really want to go home. Even if you did, though, Osamu wouldn’t be there. Oda wouldn’t be there. That knowledge is far more daunting than returning to carry out Mori’s relentless tasks.

Climbing the steps to the villa's entrance, you turn the handle and enter the receiving room. The cool air inside provides a stark contrast to the warm Italian evening outside.

"Miss!" The mistress of the house rushes over, her apron fluttering as she moves, attempting to grab your things as you remove them. "You have a... strano ospite..."

You raise an eyebrow. "I do? I wasn’t expecting anyone."

She looks nervous, wringing her hands as if this visitor truly unsettles her. "He insisted on going to your room, miss. I tried to stop him, of course. But this... diavolo rosso, he is very rude."

You roll your eyes with a laugh. "I know who it is now. Thank you. I’ll take my afternoon tea in my room then. My guest will take a glass of wine."

She nods quickly, her relief palpable as she rushes into the next room.

You sigh, unsure if you’re ready to talk to him, but he’s quite literally in your way to get to a shower. As you climb the stairs, your mind cycles through reasons why he might be here. You know he’s far too busy to make last-minute vacation plans, especially without notifying you first. However, the other executives often leave you out of things due to your current dispatch, and you can’t quite blame them. Why waste a breath on someone who couldn’t contribute without being there?

You reach your bedroom door, placing an ear against it to hear what he might be doing inside. Faint murmuring, that could only be described as humming, drifts through the door. You give a small smile, reminded of times when Osamu would wait for you, humming his little ‘double suicide’ song to himself. If you hover too long, you could swear that’s what you’re hearing, but in reality, you know it isn’t him. Your smile falls as you grasp the door handle.

You open the door to see an all-too-familiar redhead lounging on your four-poster bed as if he owns the place.

"Izanami!" He shoots up, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with mischief. His cocky smirk is as infuriating as it is familiar. "Miss me?"

"Uh, hey, Chūya." You look around your very messy room, noticing a bag and several file folders in the corner next to your writing desk. You are confused and embarrassed in one fell swoop. "What are you doing here?"

"Can’t visit my fellow executive?"

"Not as a friend..." It's a quiet remark to yourself, as you and Chūya have never technically been friends; your only association was the Port Mafia. You two simply worked on a few things with Osamu here and there, limiting your relationship to mere co-workers. Now, co-executives.

You set your bag down on the ottoman at the edge of your bed, feeling his eyes watching you. It couldn’t be just Port Mafia business. He and any other executive could have just sent the information through Mori, allowing them to ignore your existence for a while longer. But something didn’t sit right with this impromptu visit.

You begin to shrug off your lab coat, earning a scrunch to Chūya’s nose.

"Whoof, I knew you dealt with that shit, but I didn’t know it smelled like that." His hand shoots up to his nose, hoping to stave off the stench wafting off of you. With his free hand, he begins to shoo you away. "Go shower or somethin’. Can’t go out to dinner with you smellin’ like that."

"Dinner? Why would we go to dinner?" You give him a confused look, letting your hair down from its entanglement.

"'Cause all good business is discussed over dinner? I dunno. I’ve never been to Italy. Fine wine and dine me?"

'Wine' is all you need to hear. That’s why he came. You sigh in exhaustion, "Fine. Just give me a bit."

You turn around, heading over to your wardrobe and grabbing a semi-formal black silk dress. It wasn’t a date, but you still wanted to look decent. You begin to walk toward your bathroom, remembering something.

"Oh," you turn to the invader, who has returned to his lounging position on your fluffy bed. "Giulia is coming up with my evening tea. She’s bringing a glass of wine for you. Be nice to her."

You point at him aggressively. Giulia is a stern woman, but for her to be off put by Chūya meant he must’ve threatened her.

"Okay, okay, quit yappin’. Just hurry up." His eyes are closed, and his voice holds its usual irritation. You smile, finally feeling some familiarity from him.

"Wow! This place is fantastic! And the wine!"

The restaurant was La Sponda, one you had admittedly thought about bringing Osamu to. It was known for its beautiful views and amazing food; however, it didn’t feel as amazing as you had pictured. That was probably because the wrong person was sitting across from you, his mouth agape and eyes wide with stars.

If you had been a random patron at the restaurant you had brought Chūya to, you would’ve assumed he had no home training. Oh, wait, he actually didn’t—technically.

You laugh to yourself at the thought, earning a look from Chūya. "Whatcha laughing at?"

"Nothing," You still hold the smirk as you smooth out the napkin you’ve placed within your lap. “So, how’s things at HQ?”

He sips at the glass of wine, thinking on his words carefully. He swallows and places the glass back carefully. “Relatively the same. Ace still bitches about your promotion here and there, partly because Mori gave you the Starlight. Kōyō’s been really attached to this orphan kid. Other than that, same ole, same ole.”

You hum, reflecting on Ace's irritation over your sudden promotion. It’s no surprise; you and he had always been at odds, particularly when it came to his casino. You frequented the establishment often, both for missions and leisure. You even visited a few times with Oda. Occasionally, you offered suggestions to attract more patrons, but Ace took every word from you as an offense.

Kōyō, on the other hand, had always been kind to you. She even sent you a letter after Osamu’s defection. You knew her gesture was meant to sympathize, as she had experienced somewhat similar heartbreak. However, your relationship had always been strained before that. She was the one who taught you various methods of... attracting your victims. While you understood it was her job, you hadn’t interacted much since she told the old boss you were ready to begin working.

Chūya clears his throat, breaking your train of thought. You look up to meet his eyes, bringing your wine to your lips. “But I’m just mainly here to get a report on your progress and report back anything you want done for the Starlight.”

You notice his eyes dart between yours. You could tell he wasn’t saying something. Out of the three years you had known Nakahara Chūya, his tell was incredibly evident.

“Sure.” You say into your glass. You raise your eyebrow. “Anything else?”

He gives you a strange look. “Huh? No?” He leans back into his chair, crossing his arms, visibly uncomfortable. “Why?”

You give a small laugh, placing your glass back down. “Nothing.” You knew the more wine he drank, the more likely he would let slip whatever was bothering him. So, you were playing the short game.

“Before that, tell me what you want so I can order it for you.” You sit up slightly, looking down at his menu.

“What? No, I’m an adult, I can order for myself.” He sneered, pulling the menu away from your eyes, and looking at you like he would Osamu on occasion.

“I’m not calling you a child, Chūya. I just want to prevent you from making a fool of yourself when you order.”

“I’m pretty damn capable of ordering for myself.” He whispered in a huff, grabbing his wine and finishing it. You shrug. At least you tried.

Upon seeing Chūya' finish his wine's empty glass, your waiter swiftly returned to the table, holding a new bottle of red. The waiter was capable of basic English, getting out the words, “More wine for the gentleman?”

“Yes, please.” Chūya said the words politely but gave you an aggressive look. You puff out a laugh as the waiter uncorks and pops the bottle. He fills Chūya’s glass, and then yours.

“And you are ready to order?” The waiter looks down at you.

You look over to Chūya, fanning your hand to him. “Dopo di te.”

He gives you a confused look, looking up to the waiter. The waiter looks over to him expectantly. “Uh…” Chūya glances down to the menu, then looks up to you in a panic. You simply lace your fingers together and lean against the table, smirking widely. He mouths to himself, “Fucking bitch.” Before calmly attempting to order. He points to a dish on the menu, possibly in hopes that he will actually like it. “This, uh, thanks.”

He sheepishly hands the menu to the waiter after he’s taken note of it, and glances back to you.

You pick up the menu, breezing into Italian, it almost coming to you as second nature now that you’ve lived there for over a year.

“Yes, I will take the Butternut Squash Agnolotti, grazie.”

You hand the menu to the waiter, who takes it gracefully, pleased by the ease and clarity of your order.

“Grazie, it will be out shortly.” He makes a small nod of his head before scurrying away.

Your eyes drift back to Chūya’s, and you can see the anger and embarrassment seething from his crossed arms.

“You know, there was an English menu you could have requested?” You casually remark as you look down at your phone.

“Bullshit. Fuck you.” He curses your name out, looking out to the seaport below. You giggle a bit by his reaction, humming to yourself in satisfaction.

Then, you two sit in silence for a moment, which didn’t feel uncomfortable. It was needed. Sure, the two of you could have begun talking about your casino, determining what carpets and color lights you wanted within its walls, but the silence with someone who knew you somewhat, who knew the feelings you were experiencing…

“You came because you’re missing Dazai…” You breathe out in realization, tossing your head back. His face whipped around to meet yours.

“Wait, n-no. I totally did not.”

You allowed your face to fall, looking across the dimly lit table at the boy. It was evident in his face, though he hadn’t consumed the amount of alcohol to verbally admit it. His eyes darted anxiously between yours again.

“It’s been a year, Chūya… I get it. I am surprised it took me this long to put it together, but I will say: don’t go looking for him in me. He’s gone. Just… just come to accept it.” Your eyes drift out to the seaport as Chūya had. You grabbed your glass of wine, downing it. You needed something stronger.

Chūya just watched, apparently unable to say anything for the first time since you had met him. You looked back out onto the restaurant’s floor, meeting eyes with your waiter.

You raise your finger to signal over the waiter, “Mi scusi, signore. May I have a gin and tonic?”

“Certo.” He rushed away again.

You meet Chūya’s eyes once more, now his gaze is more solem. “Look, the boss said he was gonna send some lackey, and I just blurted out that I would come instead, okay?”

You laugh, looking up to the waiter in thanks as he dropped off your new drink. You look back at Chūya, “Now was that so hard?”

He rolled his eyes, frustrated with your demeanor. You smirk, “But can we return to the thought of you missing Da—”

“Shaddup, I don’t miss that bastard.” He crossed his arms once more.

You give a hearty, genuine laugh, something that sounded absolutely foreign to you. You wiped away a tear as the waiter dropped your plates off, asking if you two needed anything else. You two shook your heads, ready to eat.

“I admit,” you say in between bites, “I won’t miss his incessant need to be right all of the damn time.”

“Ugh, don’t get me started on that.” Chūya groaned. “I won’t miss his whining about how his latest attempt didn’t succeed.”

You laugh, “I won’t miss…”

You thought to yourself… you would, no, you do, miss everything about him. The good and the bad. The time where the two of you would sit in the arcade making bets on who would crack first to the time you two promised you would only leave this world if it meant that it was in the other’s arms.

“Aren’t you a little scared now?” You found yourself asking.

He swallowed, “Scared?”

“Yeah… you can’t use corruption without losing yourself.”

“Oh, that.” He topped off his glass of wine before placing it to his lips again. You could see the rosy hue of his cheeks now. He was definitely reaching is limit. “I guess. I honestly hadn’t given that much thought.”

You nod, realizing you had put the thought in his mind now. Yet another thing for him to mull over just as you had over the past year.

“You order something you like, though?” You cut through the silence with the joke.

“Whatever it is, it’s good.” He said, putting another bite in his mouth.

You smile in between your bites.

“Mi scusi, signora.” You look up at your waiter as he places down another gin and tonic. “The gentleman at the bar sends his compliments.”

You glance over at the bar, looking down the row until you make eye contact with the man as he raises a glass to you. You quickly glance away, only taking notice of the black sleek hair and piercing purple eyes. You face becomes hot, but not because you’re flustered from the advancement, rather, your thoughts are troubled.

You hear your name called out by Chūya, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” You breathe out, beginning to sip on the fresh drink brought to you. Waste not, want not, right? Chūya’s eyes widen as he watches you finish the drink in record time.

“Sure looks like something is wrong.” He glances over to the bar, and you practically jump out of your seat.

“Don’t!” You say louder than intended. People are beginning to look over at you now, and you feel the heat their glances. You reach for your clutch purse and phone, “We’re leaving. Now.”

Chūya nods, beginning to be on high alert.

“It’s not… serious. So, chill out. He was a uh… fling.”

Chūya smirks at you, “Ooooooh.”

He manages a laugh as he scoots his chair out.

“Charge it to the same card, Nico!” You shout over to the bartender as you weave your way out of the restaurant.

“So, this fling,” Chūya tries to say as you exit, laughing harder and harder as you blush.

“No. We are not talking about him. About me.” You look out upon the street, glancing around for your driver.

“Well,” you gave an anticipatory sigh, hoping whatever Chūya was about to say wasn’t obscene.

“So, you’re telling me that even without your ability, you still wouldn’t fuck me?” Chūya asked, slurring his words. Both of you were drunk, having continued drinking wine after heading back to the villa and up to your room.

You burst out laughing, “I can’t imagine any universe where I’d say yes!”

“What the hell! I am such a catch!” he whined, laughing along.

“What if it was a universe where Dazai didn’t exist, and you didn’t have your ability?” You looked up in thought, almost spilling your wine onto the bed.

You squinted, “Maybe?”

“I’ll take it! Wait… that was a questioning ‘maybe.’ Damn!” Chūya laughed again, sinking further into your bed. You reach toward him, gingerly grabbing the wine glass from his hand. He hardly noticed it seemed, as he moved onto his next topic.

“So, you really can’t touch anyone without killing them?” he asked suddenly, his blue eyes heavy-lidded and glistening with curiosity.

“Since I was born, apparently,” you sighed, placing both your glasses on the side table. “Mori could never quite understand it. I just never managed to have what you could call an ‘off switch.’ I’ve managed to kill everyone who’s touched me.”

“What about that guy tonight? How did you plan his death?” You narrowed your eyes, thinking back.

“That’s the thing. I thought I planned his death to be something quick because he mentioned that death meant nothing to him.”

“Curious,” Chūya murmured, starting to drift off.

“But, I guess I don’t remember because I was trying to think about it while he was screwing me,” you said absentmindedly.

Chūya shot up, “Whaaaaaat?!”

You fell off the bed, unable to control your laughter. It took you a few moments to stop, only ceasing when you noticed the look on Chūya’s face.

“So, how many people have you slept with since...?”

You looked up in hazy thought. “Only a handful.”

“And they’ve all died?” His face twisted in a grimace. You shook your head, “Only three, I think. I try to give them something they can seek help for, to prolong their life. But they’re still gonna die from it anyway.”

He reeled back, “That’s kinda... dark.”

You stood up, brushing your dress off. You gave a small shrug. “That’s life, and you and I deal in death, Chūya. The Port Mafia deals in darker stuff than that.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He fell back into the plush comfort of your bed, sinking into the layers of soft blankets and pillows. “I suppose that’s why you and Dazai are so perfect for each other.”

You walked to grab your pajamas, turning back to reply, “How so?”

His words were soft as he began to fall asleep, “’Cause, you’re the closest thing to death he can get, yet he’s the closest to life for you.”

You raised your eyebrows, “How prophetic.”

He didn’t respond, his light snoring filling the room. You chuckled at his final words, looking down at the clothes in your hands. Instead of changing, you wandered over to your bay window seat, placing the clothes in a pile. You bunched up your dress, folding your legs in, and took a seat.

The moonlight crept further into the night, casting silver beams across the darkened landscape. You peered out, the cool glass pressed against your forehead, your mind swirling with thoughts. You couldn't help but wonder how he had been there tonight. You were so sure you had killed him, watching as he took his final breath, smiling at you.

“See you in my next life, moy dorogaya,” he had whispered, his voice hauntingly gentle, just before his eyes closed "forever".

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Author Note: Fun fact: Dr. Stevenson is Robert Lewis Stevenson, and I imagined his ability to be called "The Body Snatcher", but there wasn't really any need to add all that information in. But still a fun writing note I wanted to mention.

I hope you enjoyed reading this second installment! I hope to have a navigation page soon, and a main story page for both installments.

As always, please let me know if I missed tagging anything above or in the hashtags below. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first installment, I hope you enjoy reading this one! It was a lot of fun to write this one. The next one should be finally getting into the meat of things, so look forward to the next installment within the week (depending on how school is going to treat me this week)!

<3 ~DamselZelda

[karl-raccoon-in-a-teacup]

Welcome to a BSD sideblog

THERE WILL BE BOTH MANGA AND ANIME SPOILERS AHEAD.

Hi, I'm Winslow, pronouns whatever you think is silliest, Bungou Stray Dogs has taken over my life but at least this blog is thriving. This is a containment chamber for BSD-centric posts, art, writing, etc, my normal blog being @space-cat-in-a-teacup.

I will be posting about rarepairs, my beloved blorbos, Bungou analysis, author facts, and OCs.

Please ask about my OCs. I have so many of them.

In fact here's a list of them under the cut. Maybe I'll have links to them later on too

Oscar Wilde

George Orwell

Lewis Carroll

Dr. Robert Louis Stevenson

Dame Arthur Conan Doyle

Dr. Victoria Shelley

A variety of fusions, which you can see at @bungou-stray-chimera

...and more! Because what's the point of being a Bungou Stray Dogs fan if you're not gonna anime-ify your favorite authors?

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

I somehow want to see Robert Louis Stevenson with a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ability in BSD

[danielvalwade]

“Jekyll” and Hyde

Ice Nine Kills - Me, Myself & Hyde 👆🏻

Ray Bradbury

[tapiocatv]

Information Post for the AU

Hello! I'm Tapioca, the main creator for the CrossCase AU :>

This is a prequel to the main AU( @bsd-crosscase ), this includes OCs, either by me, Tzori( @staymoarmyzen ) or Fraga(he doesn't have tumblr), all of us are from Brazil! 🇧🇷🇧🇷

This specific post is a guide for the information per organization, and updated with each revealed cast members. Here's the links:

● Chapter Catalog Link:

-> Catalog Post

— ADA

Yukichi Fukuzawa

Ranpo Edogawa

Akiko Yosano

Atsushi Nakajima(new member)

— PM

Mori Ogai

Osamu Dazai

Oda Sakunosuke

Chuuya Nakahara

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

(Soon to be revealed)

— Bronze Unit(OC Organization)

Machado de Assis

Barbara Cartland

Cao XueQin

Robert Louis Stevenson(cred: Fraga)

George Simenon

— Factionless

(Soon to be revealed)

[brckencrown]

mmm head empty thoughts about maybe adding another OC or two at some point-

[gemini-complex]

"Ha! Oh, Greg, did you think you'd land a hit?"

Art by @mocha-universe

[mocha-universe-blog]

Roberta Louise Stevenson.

Ability: Duality

OC belongs to @lolofangirl

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

God nevermind I tried writing him and was too heavily influenced by aziraphel for some reason- I can’t write my boy- he’s not it

Should I do the ultimate cringe and make an rp blog for my bsd author oc?

It’s James Herriot, based off the book cat stories. He can control cats. He’s a vet who accidentally slipped and fell into the mafia, oopsie

[blvvdyindustries]

potential authors that may appear in bsd

Arthur Conan Doyle- wrote sherlock holmes, definitely getting into the DETECTIVE manga (maybe apart of the clocktower?, he was also famously gullible in contrast to his work, was friends with harry houdini and genuinely believed he was a wizard even though houdini repeatedly showed how his tricks worked, was also tricked by the first case of photo-editing by two little girls, prime joke material), THEORY TIME: he's going to have the actual 'super deduction' ability and will make ranpo face once and for that he's a normal person but ranpo will be able to out deduce him thus disproving that normal people can't defeat ability users

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu- carmilla (the lesbian vampire story that predated bram stoker's dracula by 26 YEARS CARMILLA SHOULD HAVE BEEN FIRST, he could show up with a possible cure to the vampire curse in the current arc?, maybe he or carmilla was even the one to bite and turn stoker)

Lewis Carrol- wrote alice's adventures in wonderland

jrr tolkien- wrote the hobbit and lord of the rings

Hans Christian Andersen- wrote the little mermaid and the snow queen

The Grimm brothers- wrote most famous fairytales

Johnston McCulley- wrote zorro (may appear as part of a phantom theives guild in a more lighthearted arc after this one before jumping back into the main story?)

Marice Leblanc- wrote arsene lupine (had a crossover with edogawa ranpo's kogoro akechi lmao ty p5 knowledge AND sherlock holmes, a near guaranteed shoe-in, also part of that phantom theives guild with a potential past involving both doyle and ranpo)

Prosper Mérimée (?)- in the same vein of p5 references, the thief woman in prison may have actually been carmen from the opera carmen by prosper mérimée (soon to be thieves guild member?)

Robert Louis Stevenson- wrote the strange case of dr jerkyll and mr hyde and treasure island (thieves guild member, possible split personality a la jerkyll/hyde, blackbeard and william kid references incoming)

Alexandre Dumas- the three musketeers, the count of monte cristo (also thieves guild member)

Gaston Leroux- phantom of the opera (possible thieves guild member off work only)

toni morrison- we are in DESPARATE NEED of black writers, although maybe not since she only recently passed, wrote beloved and the bluest eye

zora neale hurston- their eyes were watching god

hughs langston- famous poet

richard wright- black boy, native son

Harriet Beecher Stowe- uncle tom's cabin

harper lee- to kill a mockingbird

robert frost- famous poet, wrote the road not taken

emiliy dickinson- famous poet

ernest hemmingway- famous poet (if his ability is for whom the bell tolls we're fucked)

jane austen- pride and prejudice (would probably get along with margaret and Nathaniel)

the brontë sisters- jane eyre, wuthering heights (would get along with jane, margaret, and Nathaniel)

george orwell- 1984 and animal farm

william golding- the lord of the flies

Joseph hellar- catch-22 (his power would be hell, a literal catch-22)

ralph ellison- the invisible man (ability is obvious, thieves guild member, maybe a conflict with tanizaki considering the similar abilities?)

oscar wilde- the picture of dorian gray (this man was a great big bisexual SLUT in life i want him to be the same in bsd)

virginia woolf- to the lighthouse (maybe will reference who's afraid of virginia woolf?)

c. s. lewis- the chronicles of narnia (personally knew jrr tolkien, famously at odds over Christmas, prime joke material)

charles dickens- a Christmas carol, oliver twist, a tale of two cities, and great expectations

arthur miller- the crucible (maybe his ability makes people distrust others?)

Johnathan swift- Gulliver's travels (teleporting ability definitely, new fast travel plot device although maybe not as it could conflict with Gogol's ability)

Vladimir Nabokov- lolita, pale fire (on second thought i don't want him in here i can only IMAGINE how that would turn out, if he shows up he and mori would either get along or HATE each other)

Leo Tolstoy- war and peace (we already know fyodor is surviving this we still don't know what crime and punishment does CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM AND FYODOR TOGETHER HELLWORLDHELLWORLDHELLWORLD) THEORY TIME AGAIN: his power is one that specifically targets only ability users and makes them slowly start acting in either anger or complete affability until everyone is at war or peace, he would be the perfect compliment to fyodor if crime and punishment kills people who believe they're guilty literally the perfect storm of abilities, the absolute worst case scenario powers we're looking at a dark soukoku here

franz kafka- metamorphosis (he's gonna turn into a bug, isn't he)

Harlan Ellison- i have no mouth and i must scream (the horror related ability to replace lovecraft without being horrifically broken)

authors that i desparately want to show up but probably won't bc they didn't write in the 1800-1900s range that asagiri likes, are still alive, or are not globally recognizable enough

homer- the illiad and oddessy (i hope he starts his ability by making an invocation to the muses)

sappho (LESBIANS RISE UP)

virgil- the aeniad

dante- the divine comedy (virgil is a character in divine comedy like how bsd includes authors of other works, prime joke material)

john milton- paradise lost

Gilgamesh or Enkidu- we don't know who wrote the epic of Gilgamesh so the characters themselves could appear

margret atwood- oryx and crake, cat's eye (potentially another animal shapeshifting power, atsushi's gonna have a little cat colony gang at this rate)

neil gaiman- american gods, the sandman ('american gods sounds like a broken ability)

ursula k. guin- earthsea series

stan lee- i know he wrote comics not long form literature but i think the father of american comics and the superhero genre deserves to be recognized in the superhero/mafia/detective noir manga; plus japanese manga was heavily influenced by american comics after wwii, we would literally not be reading bsd in the same state today without stan lee

stephen king- no explanation needed, PLEASE LET HIM MEET LOVECRAFT KING IS A GIANT FAN OF LOVECRAFT I THINK HE SHOULD GET TO MEET HIS IDOL

r. l. stein- goosebumps, if literally NONE of these authors make it in PLEASE AT LEAST LET RL STEIN GET IN AND LET HIM MEET LOVECRAFT PLEASE GOOSEBUMPS DESERVES SO MUCH LOVE AND PLEASE GOD LET HIS POWER BE THAT FUCKING PUPPET I WANT TO SLAPPY TO BE ABSOLUTELY USELESS AND JUST EXIST TO TORMENT STEIN

chuck tingle- pounded in the butt series guy, he should be the god of the bsd universe this is not a joke