#hawthorne bsd

[oceanlifeenthusiast]

OOC: this is them core ngl

[cursedmiette]

happy birthday hawthorne

[shiveringgroovy]

Got any RITHOTD headcanons?

YES SIR/MA'AM/ENTITY OF THE SLOP I DO!!!!!! spoiler they're all autistic and i'm gonna project onto fyodor like nobody's business

Fyodor

Class 2 Autism with debilitating executive dysfunction (no i don't take criticism i know damn well that weirdboy can't get shit done. sincerely someone with class 1 autism and debilitating executive dysfunction)

Paranoid Schizophrenia with religious delusions

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

REALLY picky about sensory stimuli

Can't Stand: spicy food, mushy textures, dried mud and paint, velcro, hot environments, having dry hands, overwhelmingly sweet scents/tastes, the smell, texture, and taste of blood

Really Likes: soft/long hair, smooth textures, wood smells, carbonated drinks (listen idk why but i think as soon as shit like monster energy was released he was INSANE)

REALLY loves nature, but doesn't interact with it often

Favorite Animals: Rats, Spiders, Roaches, Tardigrades, Cats

Really poor eyesight, needs glasses but hates having things on his face

Pushkin

Class 1 Autism

ADHD with major executive dysfunction

Major Depressive Disorder

Arthritis

Also really picky about sensory stimuli

Hates loud noises and scraping sounds in specific. wears earplugs/covers his ears with his coat hood to block out some noise

Not a huge nature fan, but likes most rodents and canines

Had a service dog for a while, probably a boxer or a doberman

Uses a cane, but would prefer crutches

Listens to classic rock like a fucking NERD. probably has a last.fm account too. someone introduce him to goreshit

he's my babygirl.

Ivan

Class 2 Autism

Epilepsy

Psychosis

UGGGHGHHHHH I WANT THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS WITH SEVERAL DISORDERS SO BAD I'M GONNA [gets crushed by a rock]

World's most normal Throbbing Gristle fan (the band)

Loves nature, especially invertebrates

Favorite Animals: Roaches, Beetles, Isopods, Centipedes

Stims by blinking rapidly, cracking his joints, and throwing rocks around like a cat toy for himself

Stands with his feet crossed and twisted to keep his balance

Often manipulates the ground below him to keep his balance as well, it pisses Pushkin off because he ends up falling

Mushitaro

people seem to forget this guy (was) in the rats blehhhhh (i like him :3)

Class 1 Autism

Owns exotic animals (macaws, old-world tarantulas, axolotls, etc)

Music taste varies. He'll listen to "whatever" but still skip through a ton of songs to get to one he likes

The worst backseat driver of all time

Has trouble regulating his voice volume, normally very loud

Has kept hundreds of diaries, this guy doesn't play about journalling.

Loves brightly-colored things

Hawthorne

Borderline Personality Disorder

Really good at baking and cooking

He literally CANNOT stand up after a fight because fym he intentionally loses that blood????

I'm ngl I was never interested in this guy

Cat and dog lover, hates invertebrates and considers them "dirty"

He's a total lightweight trust me. has one drink and starts sobbing

[sariel626]

How Poe became a father

Oh boy, here we go. This outta be an adventure.

Also, Reader is 5 1/2 because anyone with a younger sibling knows that half matters -_-

TW: Mentions of murder, parents hating their kid, and OOC Guild Characters

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I walked besides Sir and Miss, well, actually they’re my mommy and daddy, but they don’t like me to call them that. We were walking through these fancy hallways that looked just like our house and my legs were getting tired, but I knew if I said that, Miss would lecture me again. We’ve been following this guy dressed a lot like a farmer. He told us he was gonna take us to someone named Francis? Miss and Sir looked super nervous when the guy said that. Is Francis a bully?

I was so lost in thought, I didn’t even realize our escort talking to me. “Hey there, you look a bit distressed. Is everything alright, little one?” the guy asked with a smile, not stopping for a second. I replied, “I’m fine, I just like to think a lot. Thank you for asking.” “And what do you like to think about?” I saw Miss and Sir let out a sigh of relief out of the corner of my eye. They probably thought I would screw up...like usual, “Oh, just things I can draw later or books I’ve read.” The blond guy chuckled, “You like the children’s books about Momotaro right?” I shook my head and told him that those were good for learning new words, but I liked the Tattoo Murder by Akimitsu Takagi. I explained that a servant read it for me and every other murder mystery mommy and daddy had. If I call them Miss and Sir in front of these people, they might get mad and then after we leave, they’ll take me to the lab they do work in and I DON’T want to go back there...The guy was a bit surprised by my answer, or at least, his face showed it, but it quickly turned back into a smile, “If you like reading and murder mysteries that much, then you and our architect would get along very well!” It was as if he hadn’t been surprised at all. I am curious about their architect though...no! Curiosity kills the cat! We arrived at a set of red doors and I held my head up, trying to hide any tears of fear of who was behind the door.

The farmer guy pushed the doors open revealing another blond man in a white suit talking to a girl with glasses holding papers, maybe she’s his secretary? He gave off an aura of power as he smirked at us and leaned back into the couch he was sitting on. I felt Miss and Sir’s nervousness increase as the other two people left. There was a thick tension in the air until Francis(?) spoke with a smile, “Eliza! Damien! It’s so good to see you both again. I take it this is your daughter you spoke of?” Sir responded with a nervous smile, “It’s great to see you as well. Yes, this is our daughter, (Reader).” Hearing my name, I curtsied and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The man in the white suit grinned with mischief in his eyes and picked up his wine glass. He shifted his gaze back to my parents and began to speak again, “Damien...I’ve heard that your business has began to decline in profit, is this true?” “Yes Francis, it is, but it is simply a result from the decline in the demand fo-” SLAP!!! A loud sound was heard from Francis slapping his glove across Sir’s face with a displeased look, “You seriously excuse your failures through the decrease in demand? If that ever happens, you get your marketers to work on attracting customers back; creating new products, use billboards, anything works as long as it brings in the customers you’re losing.” The man dressed in white sighed in clear disappointment, a sound I know all too well… “Unfortunately, we’ll have to exclude you and Eliza from the Guild. I’m sure you can understand.”

BANG!!! A gunshot rang out and my daddy’s body fell to the floor. I froze up as I gazed at the sight. D-Daddy is…actually dead…BANG!!! BANG!!! Two more shots came from the direction of Francis causing my mommy to also fall, blood staining her dress. I snapped out of my trance and ran as fast as I could into the hallway, abandoning my flats to make it easier to run.

I passed by a man dressed like a priest. I got about seven feet away before his ability pulled me back. “And where do you think you are going, little one?” I looked back and saw a chain of letters forming a rope, lifting me up by the back of my dress. Seeing the killer in the white suit catching up with his coworkers, I grabbed onto the letter-chain-things and ripped the bottom half of my dress. I kept running and running until my stamina began to run low.

I went into a random dark room and hid in the first place I saw…underneath a desk😥. I held my legs as I curled into a ball, trying not to make too much noise while tears fell from my eyes. Then, I heard a voice, “What’s that, Karl?” Footsteps grew louder as they approached where I was hiding and I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the man to find and kill me. I heard a light and surprised voice, “Oh, there’s a child under my desk.” I opened my eyes and saw the man peering under the desk with a raccoon next to him. I gave him a look of pure fear and weakly asked, “Please don’t kill me…” The man with disheveled brown hair covering his eyes paused for a moment as if he were contemplating something.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door…or the desk, it was hard to tell. I heard a door slam open and the voice of the guy I talked to before meeting Francis, “Hey Poe, have you seen a little girl in a purple dress at all? Francis is looking for her.” His voice sounded so innocent, it almost made me sick. “What are you doing underneath your desk? Did you find her?” I tried to motion to the ‘Poe’ guy not to tell the other man where I was. He stood up and showed a pen, “I just dropped my pen, but I have not seen a little girl come by.” “Well, if you do find her, please bring her to Francis’s office immediately, even if that means using your ability.” With that, the door slammed shut.

A silence filled the air afterwards until ‘Poe’ bent back down and broke the silence, “It’s ok, you can come out now, little one.” He gave me a small smile and reached out his hand to me. Hesitantly, I took it, slowly getting up allowing him to see my ripped dress and messed up hair. “You look terrible. What happened?” He guided me to a couch and I explained everything, getting teary when I started talking about my parents, er, former parents. He placed a hand on his chin and seemed to be thinking about something with the raccoon on his head. “What is your name?” “(Reader’s full name)” “They won’t stop hunting you down until you’re found and dead; however, if I take you in, I can convince Francis and the others to leave you alone.” I hesitated at this, on one hand, I’d be safe from everyone here and I’d have a new place to call home, but on the other hand, they might not accept me as his daughter and still have me killed. I placed my hand on his and smiled at him, “That sounds great. Oh, what’s your name by the way?” I asked this already having an idea thanks to the man from earlier, but his response confirmed it, “I am Edgar Allen Poe, but you may call me Poe. This is Karl, my friend.” Karl sat on my lap and started to fall asleep. I can already tell I’m going to like my new family.

[lynxz-studios]

i forgot to post more bsd furry designs. whoops

[wholesomecrow]

Any of y’all hyped for season 4?

[bsd14plus]

BSD EDUCATION SOUNDS! (all of the ones I could find so far......)

Please tell if the link doesn't work

Also sends me links of edu sounds in the comments so I can add to the list

[hearse-full-of-rats]

imagine looking up "Nathaniel Hawthorne" expecting the renowned 19th century author and instead getting a picture of this guy

[kajiimotojiiro]

When your gremlin ass coworker that can't figure out how to button up his shirt comes to confession specifically to tell you he has a priest kink

based off of this

[bsdmayoireceipts]

SSR Hawthorne 100% Sync

0467 Nathaniel H.; Band

0653 Nathaniel H.; Starry Winter Solstice

0499 Nathaniel H.; Trials

Guest: 0284 Nathaniel H.; The Scarlet Letter

[lettuce-on-toast]

are you a rat

[spritespi]

[ID: Screenshot of Nathaniel Hawthorne from Bungo Stray Dogs, edited to have a party hat and surrounded by streamers and flags that say ‘Happy Birthday’. End ID]

[cursedmiette]

Haven’t drawn the mf in a while

[no1deahow]

White silver and gray 🤍⚪️

[dazaislanderer]

PART ONE: oozing cheese for this year's corporate exploitation of love

edit: part 2 here

[dazaaaai]

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS SEASON 4 PV. 2