#mori fuckers. I’m looking at you…
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Can someone talk about bsd dilfs with me, pretty please?
#mori fuckers. I’m looking at you…#none of my current thoughts are in the bible#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd smut#tea time
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HOFAS thoughts as I read it: (SPOILERS below)
All that t*rture in the dungeons, Ruhn’s piercing and tattoos. Baxian’s tattoo. The wings. “How strong is your bite?” Sarahhhhh!!!!! Stop! That was more than I could handle😫
The Middengard Wyrm😖. Nesta dealt with it brilliantly but it just makes you appreciate how impossible it was that human Feyre managed to kill this thing by herself with no decent weapons.
Azriel hugging Nesta and stroking her hair after she took the Mask off🥺
Bryce’s wallpaper being Hunt and the photo of her friends in the phone case—that made me tear up
Imagining the inner circle all surrounding Bryce’s phone trying to figure out how it works is hilarious. Also Nesta being jealous of Bryce’s music collection, “THOUSAND?”
The nightbright angst KILLED me💔💔💔
Hunt just dreaming of Bryce. She’s the only thing pulling him through, “He’d wanted so many things with her. A normal, happy life. Children.” HE BETTER GET EVERY SINGLE ONE IF THOSE THINGS OR HANDS WILL BE THROWN!
Silene. The Daglan. My theories were true😁😁
Sigrid. I had so much hope for her story but I was disappointed. Hopefully it’ll get better
Ariadne!! I wanted to see more of her😕
Ruhn’s bedroom. The burn cream😭😭😭
Lidia FUCKING Cervos. That breakout scene. Magnificent.
Jesiba and Ithan’s dynamic. Librarian Ithan and the fact that Jesiba is a Parthos priestess!!! Also JellyJubilee being the computer password😂
Bryce using the mating bond to teleport to Hunt😭😭😭
Bran and Ace. Lidia giving them her ruby ring for tuition as a goodbye💔
Hunt and Bryce got married?!!! WHEN?
Cloudberry crown sounds funny idk why
If I had a penny every time SJM included a set of unhinged/partly unhinged fae twins (yes connall I’m looking at you) in her series, I’d have three pennies bc it happens every single time
So the astronomer is basically a Voldemort 2.0
Flynn and dec going crazy for waffles on the mer ship
“I never had anyone fight for me” Oh Lidia my love😭😭
Guess I’m shipping Tharion and Sathia now🤷♀️
Lidia being turned on by Ruhn lighting a fire—girl, I get it.
“Because I’m yours, Day. I’m fucking yours.” Screaming crying throwing up
Lidia: “I want you all the time”😭😭😭��😭😭😩😩😩😩💗💗💗
Idk why but I am disappointed in the Autumn King, I thought there would be some redemption for him for some reason
Ruhn: “I am going to live and I am going to live well without you”😭😭
Bryce was always a queen but now she a queen Queen👀
Avallen becoming all green again.
Hunt being a demonic test tube baby😂😂
Dec being the first to look for service. Typical😂
Ithan x Perry???? Cinnamon and strawberry? I start getting suspicious when they notice all the nuances of that person’s scent. I think they’d be cute though
Nooooo, the prime—I keep thinking of him as master oogway from king fu panda and it makes me sad
Sabines finally dead🥳🥳
Ithan is prime now? Okay okay pop offf!!
Hunt finally breaking free of his halo and freeing Isaiah as well❤️
Is the under king from the ToG universe??? Valg??
Connor💔💔💔😭😭😭 The bullet. Memento mori
Sathia and Colin McCarthy. This will be interesting
Commando Hunt. The underwear was too small🤭🫨🫨
Morven guest room having red lace thongs😂😂
Okay tharion and sathia are really growing on me🥰🥰🥰
‘She’s my mate you fucker’ SCREAAMMING
Ace finally calling Lidia Mom😭❤️
Lidia is the descendant of Brannon. The fire, the hind/sacred stag. OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!
Pollux being incinerated☺️☺️☺️
The sprites and Irithys💗
The kill switch, the godslayer rifle. Bryce just blackholing the Asteri. She is so brilliant and cunning and clever and I love her.
Danika and the pack. Light it up Bryce. I SOBBED
Jesiba crying and then her sacrifice😭😭😭💔💔
Ember and Randal going to Prythian. Randal bonding with Rhys but more importantly Ember and Nesta—I want to cryyyy🥹🥹🥹
Starsword/Gwydion back in Prythian…whats going to happen in ACOTAR 5???
The princes of Hel—you gotta love em
Lidia and Ruhn finally having that beer
Flynn x Perry? Jealous Ithan😏
Syrinx running for his life when Hunt and Bryce share a heated look. It’s nothing new but it cracks me up all the time
Pegasuses in Avallen🥰🥰
#crescent city#crescent city spoilers#hofas#hofas spoilers#cc hofas#house of flame and shadow#house of earth and blood#house of sky and breath#cc hoeab#hoeab#cc hosab#hosab#sarah j maas#sjmaas#sjm books#bryce quinlan#hunt athalar#ruhn danaan#lidia cervos#tristan flynn#declan emmet#ithan holstrom#danika fendyr#tharion ketos#nesta#nesta archeron#azriel#acotar
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My Beloved
Summary: A post Kaddish love story
Read on AO3 or below the break
Author’s note: I rewatched Memento Mori, then Kaddish, and this fell out.
“I am to my beloved, as my beloved is to me.”
Mulder laid on the bed in his hotel room, the events of the night passing before his mind’s eye. Ariel, head to toe in white, in the basement of the synagogue, whispering those words to a dead man.
“I am to my beloved, as my beloved is to me,” she’d said, as a ghost slipped a ring on her finger.
Mulder couldn’t help but wonder if he was seeing his own future. Scully, on her deathbed. Him finally telling her the depth of his love. Slipping a ring on her finger as the machines around them flatlined.
He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes and tried to chase the images away. It wasn’t going to be like that. Scully would be ok. They would treat her cancer, she’d go into remission.
She wasn’t dying.
She. Wasn’t. Dying.
He would will it to be true.
“I am to my beloved, as my beloved is to me.”
Possessed by an outside entity, Mulder stood and left his room. He wanted to see her – had to see her. He needed to know she was still alive, that she’d not returned to the earth in his absence.
He rapped on her door, and when it took her a moment to answer, he finally glanced at his watch. “Shit,” he murmured. It was nearly midnight.
Just as he started to turn away, the door cracked open. He could tell she’d been asleep, a bleary eyed Scully wasn’t foreign to him. “What is it?” she asked.
“I…” he trailed off. He didn’t have a reason for waking her, not a sensible one he could speak aloud.
Scully, seeming to understand, opened the door wider, granting him entry. She got back into bed, while he sat at the small table in her room. “You ok?” she asked, the last word partially obscured by a yawn.
“I should let you sleep,” Mulder replied, and started to rise.
“Mulder, you should have thought about that before knocking on my door at a quarter to midnight. What is it?” When he didn’t respond right away, she continued, “I can see how this case could have gotten to you. These hate crimes… they were against people like you. Like your family.”
He swallowed. It had struck him that while none of the Hasidic Jews had regarded him as Jewish, the Nazi mother fucker had.
Scully continued on. “It’s ok if it got to you. It’s hard when you see yourself in the victims.”
“I…” he cleared his throat. He had seen himself in the victims, just not how Scully imagined. “I saw myself in her,” he confessed. “Ariel.”
She arched her eyebrow. “How so?”
Mulder leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. In for a penny… “Before you came into the basement, I watched…” he paused, and scrubbed his face with his hands. “I watched Ariel marry Isaac. He slipped that ring on her finger, as she said, ‘I am to my beloved, as my beloved is to me.’ She told him how much she’d loved him. And then,” Mulder looked up and met her eyes. “He turned into dust.”
They stared at each other for a long moment. Scully gnawed her lower lip. He could feel she was about to speak. He barreled on. “And tonight, I was laying in bed and I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’m afraid—”
She cut him off. “Mulder, I’m fine,”
“For now,” he replied. She started to object, but he continued, “We live dangerous lives, Scully. I could be shot tomorrow. And there are things. Things I need to tell you, that I want to tell you. I don’t want to wait until it’s too late.”
She stiffened, and he immediately regretted his words. She was his co-worker, for God’s sake. She was also his best friend, but first and foremost, they worked together. Laying this on her was unprofessional at best.
He started to rise, to apologize and leave the room, but she stopped him. “What things?” she whispered.
Her face was open, her eyes bright. She knew what he was going to say, and it didn’t look like she was afraid of it.
He took a breath.
“‘I am to my beloved, as my beloved is to me.’”
She stood, and crossed the room to stand between his legs. “‘He feedeth among the lilies,’” she whispered, before leaning down and pressing her lips against his.
Her lips were soft and sweet, and he relished the feel of them against his own. After a moment he pulled back. He looked up, and their eyes met. Never in his wildest thoughts did his leaving his room tonight lead to them kissing, to say nothing of what he saw in her eyes now. She took his hand and stepped back, causing him to stand. In silence, she led him to the bed.
It all happened so quickly. In a moment, their clothes were gone, and his head was between her thighs. He prayed before her altar, prostrating himself before her. Once she’d had her pleasure, he climbed up her body, settling between her legs.
They began to kiss again, and she, impatient, reached between them to guide him home. They both gasped.
“God Scully, I love you,” he whispered before he could stop himself.
She kissed him, before wrapping her legs around his hips to urge him on.
It could have been a minute or an hour that they made love, the passage of time ceased to be linear. He was surrounded by the feel of her, the smell. The taste. Her moans and soft sighs urged him on until she gasped. She clenched around him, and he couldn’t contain it anymore. He fell over the edge. His seed filled her.
He collapsed to one side, mindful not to crush her. They were both panting, trying to reclaim their senses. He could feel himself shrinking – he would be separated from her soon. They would rise, use the toilet, wash away the fluids that coated them.
He wrapped himself around her, not ready to be parted.
tagging: @today-in-fic
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Dear reader
{Dear reader
If it feels like a trap, you’re already in one
Dear reader
Get out your map, pick somewhere and just run
Dear reader
Burn all the files, desert all your past lives
And if you don't recognize yourself
That means you did it right}
Chuuya paces his office. Back and forth across the plush rug. It’s been over a week since Dazai left the PM and he’s not worried. Dazai can take care of himself but at the same time… - no no. He’s fine. Anxiety takes hold in strange ways.
What do I do? He wonders.
Feet tripping to the suite where he sleeps most nights now. Into the bathroom, where he hangs his head low over the sink. The hot water steaming up around his face.
{Never take advice from someone who's falling apart}
Chuuya stands in the mirror picking at his skin softly. Splashing water on his face before massaging the foamy cleanser into his cheeks. Dragging his index finger into the crease between his cheek and nose. Massaging between his eyebrows.
Rinsing the foam from his face, his eyes meet the reflection again.
Depersonalization is a weird thing while you’re going through it.
Not recognizing yourself after growing so comfortable in your own skin.
Unsure of the hands touching your own face that feels numb.
{Never take advice from someone who's falling apart}
Chuuya picks up a towel and pats his face dry. Mouth hung agape as he stares into the plush white cloud in his hand.
The white towel reminding him of Dazai’s bandages and how the towels at his house were picked out by Dazai and how every single thing in Chuuyas life has been so heavily influenced by outside forces. Who even is he without others?
{Dear reader
Bend when you can, snap when you have to
Dear reader
You don't have to answer, just 'cause they asked you
Dear reader
The greatest of luxuries is your secrets
Dear reader
When you aim at the devil make sure you don't miss}
“I’m gonna kill that mother fucker” He says into the towel. A groan of frustration leaving his lips, followed by an attempt at a calming breath.
{Never take advice from someone who's falling apart
Never take advice from someone who's falling apart}
Shakily he moves to the liquor cabinet where he keeps his favorite wines.
{So I wander through these nights
I prefer hiding in plain sight
My fourth drink in my hand
These desperate prayers of a cursed man
Spilling out to you for free
But darling, darling, please
You wouldn't take my word for it
If you knew who was talking
If you knew where I was walking
To a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there}
Chuuya sits slumped in a leather club chair. A bourbon glass full of red wine resting in his fist. Head lolled back and eye lids heavy.
A knock raps at the door.
“Yeah?”
Akutagawa enters tentatively, just barely poking his head through. Clearing his throat before he half steps in the room.
“May I join you?”
Chuuya just looks over and nods, a pout on his face. “Want a drink?”
“You know I do not drink that vile filth.. however I will sit”
Akutagawa sits with his back straight in the chair next to Chuuya.
“Why are you here Ryūnosuke ” chuuya slurs out.
“Your despair” he states plainly.
“It’s that bad?” Chuuya makes no moves to look at him now.
“Mori is concerned” Akutagawa says folding his hands in his lap.
Chuuya cringes and swirls the wine in his cup.
The pair sit in silence for a short time. Neither wanting to confirm how much Dazai’s presence meant to them. Neither wanting to say how affected they are now that he is gone.
But Akutagawa folds, “I miss him” lingers in the heavy tension of the air far too long.
“I know” Chuuya says softly. “Me too”
{Where I pace in my pen and
My friends found friends who care
No one sees when you lose
When you're playing solitaire
You should find another guiding light
But I shine so bright}
Just some Chuuya angst based on a Taylor swift song. This has been plaguing my brain for weeks.
@imafraidoftomorrow
#chuuya nakahara#chuuya playlist#chuuya angst#bsd chuuya#bsd angst#bsd akutagawa#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#is a little shit#I love them all tho
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Lillie was in the trial, 3 gens had already been finished. She did see Omar being the killer and was excited but her teammates were mean. They insulted her and tried to block her from doing generators. Now she was hit and managed to do a great chase, one she even escaped. But instead of healing her, she received insults and was then shoved into the corner of the farm building on Coldwind farm. Frustrated and injured, Lillie was on the verge of giving up.
Omarion felt rage.
Hitting someone as they were sandbagged by a teammate made him feel like shit. On top of that, none of the survivors tried to heal a particular one; the same one who got sandbagged. There was too much anger bubbling inside him, it was unbearable. Omar couldn’t let this slide.. and there were no exceptions into letting go of what he witnessed.
Luckily, he carried his mori with him.
Who cares what The Entity wants? Omar is going to do whatever he wants and that is to get vengeance for his dear friend.
He dashed towards the survivors and knocked one of them down in one hit. As the other two scattered away, the downed survivor tried to crawl away. Omar summoned his clones to hold each arm of the survivor. A small swarm of bees flew into their mouth and begun stinging them from the inside out. Once the survivor started to swell up, a sadistic smile tugged the corner of the demon’s lips. Watching the clones drop the lifeless body, the bees coming out and slowly fluttering away, and the clones giggling made things a bit better, but not completely.
He then looks at Lillie with a soft look,
“Go find a medkit while you can. I’m not done with these fuckers yet.”
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memento mori
Ch.4: Poison Ivy
I throw open the front door of Dad’s house and yell for him. My voice is frantic and I know it’ll scare the shit out of him, but I’ve searched all over town and Bella is nowhere. I finally find him in the backyard working on the garden I abandoned when I left for college.
“Dad! Where’s Bella? I can’t find her anywhere and it’s kind of important. I need to find her now.”
Dad jumps and puts a hand over his heart. “Geez, kid. You scared the hell outta me.”
“Sorry, I just… I need to find Bella is all.”
“Oh, she’s with Alice Cullen.”
“Wait, Cullen?” I won’t think about that implication right now. I won’t think about how there’s always been a Cullen in The Society and how the current one is one of my favorite guys to partner up with. Nope. That’s a problem for later.
“Yeah. She’s one of the kids Dr. Cullen adopted. Do you know them somehow already? You seem shocked.” Charlie’s brows furrow together. “Rosie, are you feeling okay?”
“I’m fine.” I answer too quickly and Charlie doesn’t look convinced at all. “Really, I’m fine. I just… have a graduation present for her that I want to give her before graduation… because I want her to have it… because of all the parties…”
Charlie puts a hand on his hip. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Condoms,” I blurt out, confident in my lie. “I bought her condoms because she has a boyfriend and she’s a teenager and-”
He waves his hand and heads back to the house. “Don’t wanna hear it! But, uh, maybe you should get them to her, uh, sooner rather than later.”
“That’s the plan!” I shoot him some finger guns, feeling relief wash over me. “Where do the Cullens’ live?”
He points left. “That way, edge of town, can’t miss it.”
“Cool. Thanks, Dad.”
“No problem.” He’s clearly deliberating asking me something, but before I can ask him what it is, he continues on. “Rosie, you didn’t just… have those… did you?”
I wrinkle my nose. “Ew, Dad, what kind of girl do you think I am? I got ‘em from CVS like a normal person. Fresh and unopened like my-”
“Okay! Bye!” Dad disappears inside the house and I laugh to myself.
I’m not necessarily proud of making up such a shitty, uncomfortable lie, but it did give me a glimpse of what a normal life would be. It leaves a sad ache in my stomach. Things could’ve been so different. I could’ve been better. I could’ve done better.
But there is no time for those thoughts.
Gotta save my sister from her own stupidity.
Do they even know what’s coming for them? Have they figured it out? Am I the one who’s late to the party? It wouldn’t be the first time I jumped head first into a job and ended up being the last to know anything. I really doubt this’ll be the last time either. I think impulsivity is a curse from my mom, but she’d probably disagree. I love her, but I didn’t want to waste my childhood raising her. That’s why I chose to stay primarily with Dad.
I’m so lost in thought as I climb in my car that I almost miss the poison ivy sitting on my windshield.
Mother fucker.
He was here?
God, I really am losing my edge being back home.
I make quick work of the drive to the Cullen household. The driveway is a bitch and a half to find, taking me more than two drive bys to actually find. Their house is buried deep in the forest, the road leading to the house long and winding. I spot Bella’s truck parked out front instantly.
My training says to barge in and start demanding total cooperation from them, but I can hear Dad in the back of my head telling me I need to be polite to people. But the Cullens’ aren’t people, are they?
I’ve got my fist hovering in front of the door when it swings open and a tall, blond man greets me with a kind smile.
“Roseanna, please, come in. I’m Carlisle Cullen.” He steps to the side and makes a sweeping gesture with his arm, inviting me into his home. “Welcome to our home.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and it feels like every cell in my body is suddenly on fire. I don’t like this. I don’t like stepping into a house full of vampires without more than just a knife strapped to the inside of my thigh. I don’t like knowing that my sister is inside, sitting with them, acting like they’re people instead of the supernatural monsters they are. Above all else, I don’t like the fact I’m having to ignore my instincts and play nice with vampires. I loathe it in fact.
Carlisle Cullen might be nice, but because of him, because of his family, innocent people have been hurt. Not only Bella, but all those poor kids in Seattle that have been turned in order to come hunt Bella down. So many innocent lives. And for what?
I catch myself staring stoically at Carlisle and blink a couple times before clearing my throat and stepping inside. “Sorry, I zoned out for a second.”
“Does that happen often? I have some experience with Agents from The Society and I’ve found their medical history to be singular amongst humans-”
“I’m not human.” Not fully.
Carlisle gives me a pitiful smile as he guides me to the living room. “Yes, of course.”
“Maybe she prefers the term witch, Carlisle.” Edward is sitting on the couch with Bella, half hiding her from me.
Jesus, what an absolute dick.
“Edwina,” I say nodding at him. “Lovely to see you again.”
I’m not completely socially unaware. I know they’re just as tense as I am, but what I don’t know is why. Yes, I’m in league with The Society. Yes, I could kill all of them without breaking a sweat. (Or at least most of them. The big one standing by the fireplace and the other blond man by the stairs might pose an issue). I’m a threat, but they’re the bigger threat. They’re the ones who’ve endangered my sister and now have an army coming for them. Why are they worried about me more than that?
Beside me, Carlisle sighs. “Forgive Edward. We’ve all been a little on edge recently.”
“Because of Seattle? How much do you know?” And does it match what I know?
“We know there have been several killings that the humans have attributed to a serial killer. In reality, it’s newborns. An army of them.”
“Do you know what they want?” My gaze drifts over to Bella. She’s staring at me with a look of frustration, the space between her brows creasing from the intensity of her frown.
Carlisle nods. “We have reason to believe they’re being sent after Bella.”
“What are the reasons?”
“Why do you care?” A petite girl with a pixie cut pipes up from where she stands behind the couch. “This isn’t the first time Bella’s been in trouble. You didn’t show up in Phoenix or Italy. Why now?”
Burning anger flares in my chest and I can feel my blood boiling. “What? What the fuck do you mean why now?” My head snaps back over to Carlisle. “This isn’t the first time something like this has happened?”
“Why do you care now,” the small girl repeats.
“You,” I point a finger at her, “don’t get to ask the questions here. None of you do. It’s best if you act like good little girls and boys and follow your leader.”
That’s how these things go whether they like it or not. I ask the questions, I get the answers, I dispense justice as The Society sees fit. I don’t answer they’re stupid little questions. I don’t play their games. They play by my rules and that’s that.
Almost as if by magic, the Cullen family settles into a sense of calm. I feel none of that calm, but I appreciate whatever has helped take the edge off. I might not like them, but I don’t necessarily want to fight. They haven’t broken any laws except for one. Arguably the biggest one.
Carlisle brings a chair from the kitchen and offers it to me. “Alice is protective of Bella. We all are. Please, have a seat and we’ll answer all your questions. Though, we do have a few of our own if you wouldn’t mind.”
I do mind. I mind quite a lot actually. But as long as the rest of them keep quiet I think I can manage a civil conversation with Carlisle.
Bella chews on her bottom lip, tapping her foot against the floor. She’s dying to speak.
“Go ahead,” I tell her. “Spit it out.”
“What’s The Society?”
“The organization I work for. I’m an Agent there.”
The blond boy by the stairs smirks and steps towards me with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s handsome in a rough, “I could kill you and you’d thank me for it” sort of way. Scars are littered across his skin, catching in the light of the living room as he approaches me. I tilt my head to the side while taking him in.
Handsome.
But not my type.
Felix’s face appears in my mind’s eye and I stamp down a blush.
“You work for The Society?” The blond boy looks me over. “Back in my day they only took the strongest men they could find.”
“That was a long time ago,” I say. “They started recruiting women when they found we could handle the blood magic better. Turns out, the Norse had it right after all. Magic is the woman’s realm.”
Bella sighs. “Okay, but what is The Society.”
“Vampire hunters,” the blond boy says without looking away from me.
I roll my eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself…”
“Jasper Whitlock.” He pauses before tilting his head and saying, “ma’am.”
I hum thoughtfully. “Jasper Whitlock? I’ve seen your file. You have quite the history, don’t you.”
“I try to keep it under wraps these days.”
“Then I guess you’ll be happy to know The Society isn’t keeping tabs on you anymore, Jasper.”
And he does look happy when I tell him. Surprised, sure, but also happy. I get the sense he’s looking for redemption of some sort, and with his history, it makes sense. He must still be trying to prove himself worthy.
I look back at my sister. “I’m not a vampire hunter. The Society takes care of all supernatural creatures. Vampires just happen to make the most noise.”
“Or you watch vampires more closely,” Jasper butts in.
“Well maybe vampires should stop blabbing to humans and drawing attention to themselves.”
“Wait,” Bella says. “Isn’t that what the Volturi are for?”
“The Volturi can be inefficient at times. Also, how do you know about the Volturi?” I think back to Felix’s words from earlier. About how Bella being my sister complicates things. “Okay, I’m going to list off the things I know and the rest of you will fill me in. One, there’s a newborn army in Seattle that has my sister’s scent and is coming for her. Two, the little one mentioned you being in trouble in Italy. Three, the Volturi live in Italy.”
Four, the Volturi are in Seattle.
But I keep that one to myself.
It’s a surprise item that can be used later.
Carlisle sits on the piano bench, taking the hand of a very pretty woman with caramel colored hair. “We believe the newborns were created by a woman named Victoria. During Bella’s first few months here in Forks, she attracted the attention of a tracker named James, and we ended up having to kill him to keep her safe. What we didn’t know at the time was that Victoria was his mate. She swore revenge and this is that revenge.”
I feel my head spin as I slowly piece different stories from the last few months together. “So, when Mom and Dad told me you fell through a window in Phoenix… that was this James and Victoria?”
Bella nods. “Yeah… question for a question?”
I think about it for a second. “Yeah. Okay. What do you wanna know?”
“Where have you been?”
“Charleston mostly, but The Society sends me all over the world. Wherever I’m needed. Why were you in Italy?”
The silence stretches from seconds into minutes. No one answers me, so I take that as an answer in and of itself. “The Volturi found out about you, didn’t they?”
Jasper answers me in a gravelly voice. “They did.”
“They expect her to undergo the change.”
“They do.”
The Society will expect the same if I tell them about Bella. I could lie after all. I could tell them about Victoria’s grudge against the Cullen family and conveniently leave out my baby sister’s involvement.
Bella looks me up and down. “You mentioned… blood magic? What… what are you?”
“I’m…” Hmm, that’s a good question. I sigh and scratch my head. “I don’t fully know, to be honest. I’m human but I’m not fully human. When The Society chooses you they strip you of everything that makes you, well, you. They call it the Rebuilding.”
“What’s happens when they’re rebuilding you?”
It’s my turn to ask questions, but whatever. “We die. They bring us back with blood magic and infuse us with said magic. It protects us from all manner of supernatural abilities and puts us physically on par with the monsters we’re meant to hunt.”
Bella shakes her head. “None of the Cullens’ are monsters! They’re good people!”
I meet Edward’s thunderous expression with one of my own. “That’s subjective.”
“But it’s not!” Bella springs up from the couch, shocking almost everyone in the room, like they’ve never seen her this passionate before. Like they’ve never seen one of her tantrums that used to have me hiding in my room. “They’re not monsters!”
I must’ve stumbled on a touchy subject. “Of course you think that. Stockholm syndrome is a funny thing.”
“God, what is it with all of you treating me like I’m a child?!”
“You are a child, Bella.”
“Am I? Funny how I’m a child now when it’s convenient for your argument, but I wasn’t a child when you ditched me and mom.”
I scoff. “I ditched you and mom? You’re the one who threw a fit every single time we went to see dad and made him start coming to us. How do you think it made him feel that Forks was never good enough for you until it was convenient for you to come back? Mom has her new caretaker now, right? She doesn’t need you anymore. She doesn’t need either of us. You’re just like her. Flighty and demanding as fuck.”
“You’re such a bitch! I wish you never came back!” She stomps up the stairs, Edward and the petite girl going after her.
I excuse myself and step on the porch. My phone buzzes immediately.
Having fun, darling?
I stab at the phone with my pointer finger over and over until the message disappears. I really don't know how Felix managed to get my phone number, but I don't have time to take care of it right now. I'll handle it when I go back to Seattle tonight. Preferably by breaking off each and every one of his fingers.
"Roseanna?" Jasper approaches me carefully, but I can see the curiosity in his golden eyes. None of the Cullens scare me, but there's something wild in Jasper that I recognize. "I'm sure Bella didn't mean what she said. It was just shock."
"Was it though?"
He gives me a wry grin. "Mostly."
"Oh, well in that case I guess I should go back in there and play happy family with all of you, huh?" I laugh in disbelief. "No, Jasper. She meant what she said and I meant what I said. We're on opposite sides here, but she's lost her mind if she thinks I'll sit back and watch her destroy herself."
"So what will you do?"
"First we get rid of the newborns. After that... I'll play it by ear after that."
He crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head to the side. "The Society won't be happy when you tell them about Bella. They might even consider you compromised."
"Who says I'll tell them anything about Bella?"
"You can hide your thoughts from Edward, you can keep your future from Alice, but The Society will see all of it. You know that."
I sigh. "One problem at a time, okay? I've got the newborns to deal with, Bella's suicide mission, and-" I cut myself off abruptly. Something tells me not to mention Felix to any of the Cullens.
"And?"
"And a massive fucking migraine."
Jasper doesn't believe me. It's obvious. Luckily for me, I don't care if he believes me or not. I push off the porch railing and walk closer to him. He's shorter than Felix and not as muscular, but power still rolls off him in waves.
"Your girlfriend is watching," I say, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Do they ever leave you alone?"
His mouth doesn't move, but I don't need to hear the answer to know I'm right.
"It's sad," I tell him.
"It's for the best. Otherwise you wouldn't be walking away from this conversation alive."
"Do I smell that good?"
He looks down at me, eyes going black. "Yes."
My phone goes off in my back pocket and Jasper's eyes flicker down, following the sound.
"Does he ever leave you alone?"
I scoff. "If he ever did I'd be worried he's dead."
"Can't have that, can we?"
"No," I say with a smile. "Especially because I'm the only one allowed to kill him."
Jasper is about to smile back when his head snaps to the left. He stares off into the woods. “Do you feel that?”
“There’s someone there.” I know it’s Felix, but I won’t tell Jasper that. “Probably a scout sent by Victoria. I’ll handle it.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“No,” I tell him quickly. “The rest of you should stay here with Bella in case there are more hiding. Strength in numbers.”
Jasper doesn’t like my answer, but heads back in the house. I take off and jog into the woods. Felix is everywhere, but nowhere. I can’t pinpoint him but I can taste his anger in the air. I feel like he’s chasing me as I run deeper into the woods, corralling me to a specific spot. Fear spikes in my chest. I’m not used to feeling like prey. I feel helpless. Mindless.
I should have never came back.
The thought echoes around and around in my head while I run. My breathing comes in ragged short pants that only bounce off the trees around me. I still can’t see him anymore but I know he’s there. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight in fear, rain pelting down and soaking me to the core. He’s still there. Still hunting.
I should have stayed in Charleston and ignored Dad’s plea to come back to Forks. The hell with The Society and their missions too. Maybe then I wouldn’t be running for my life through a once familiar but now forgotten forest, death hot on my heels.
“Fuck,” I scream. My clumsy feet finally stumble over a tree root and I topple to the ground, my knees scraped and bleeding from impact. My blood turns cold as I realize I won’t be getting up any time soon. My ankle snapped during the fall.
Fuck.
No.
Get up, get up, get up.
But it’s useless.
His eyes, those terrifying red eyes, peer at me in amusement when he takes in my splayed body on the ground. My chest heaves with each laborious breath. He smiles. Reaches out a hand. I scoot backwards, palms bruised and cracked against the rough forest floor. I watch his smile grow ever larger, more predatory.
“Hello, darling.”
“Asshole,” I mutter to myself.
“You didn’t answer my text.”
“I was busy.”
Something I can’t quite name flashes in Felix’s eyes. “Would you have let him touch you if he wanted to?”
He’s talking about Jasper, I know he is.
He saw us.
“Did you follow me from Seattle?” I peer up at him, blinking to keep the rain out of my eyes.
Felix kneels down beside me and takes my hands in his own, pointedly ignoring me. His fingers brush over my scraped palms. Blood smears over my skin as well as his.
“You should be more careful,” he tells me as he stands. “I don’t like to share what’s mine.”
“What’s yours?”
“You. My prey. My plaything. Stay away from him or else I’ll make you.”
Before I can answer, he’s gone and I’m forced to get up on my own and limp back to the house. At least it will lend credence to my newborn story if I’m injured. There’s no possible way for them to figure out what actually happened.
As the house gets closer, Jasper comes out to meet me. He offers his arm, but I reject it, Felix’s words echoing around in my head. I don’t like the Cullen family. It’s hard to like something I’m genetically modified to hate. But I’ll be damned if anything happens to them because I’ve got a psycho stalker.
“Well?” Jasper prompts me.
“It’s taken care of.”
“Good.”
I’m suddenly bone tired, all my fight and fire draining out of me with a heavy sigh. Rain continues to drench me while I stand in the driveway. “I’m done for the day, I think. I need to rest and give my ankle a few hours to heal.”
Jasper nods. “Agents heal quickly, right?”
“Yeah. Freaky quick. Call it a consolation prize for all the other shit we have to deal with.” I give a halfhearted smile. “I know Bella’s still pissed at me, so make sure she gets home safe.”
“Always do.” He shoves a hand in his pocket before hesitating, a grimace marring his features. After another second of debate he pulls his hand out of his pocket and shoves a piece of paper in my hand. “My number. We’re working with the Quileute shifters in La Push to take on the newborns and we need all the bodies we can get. Having you would come in handy.”
“Careful, Whitlock. That almost sounds like a compliment.” I add his number to my phone quickly, knowing I’ll pass out from pure emotional exhaustion the second I get to my hotel room. “I’ll get in touch tomorrow to talk strategy.”
“Don’t die before the fight.”
I chuckle, turning and walking to my car. “No promises.”
My drive to Seattle passes in a blur. I know I go through more than a few red lights on my way back, but I can’t find it in me to care. All I can think about is the bottle of red wine in the mini bar of my room and the bathtub.
No sooner than I’m settled in bed wrapped up in a fluffy complimentary robe do I feel him. He’s just on the other side of the door. I know he’ll have no problem breaking the lock, but my wards will hold and keep him out. In the mean time I should probably text Jasper to find out more about the shifters he mentioned. The Society doesn’t have anything on the Quileute. I would’ve noticed if they did.
Seconds later, just as predicted, Felix swings the door open. There’s a look of triumph on his face when he sees me on the bed. As if he’s proud of me for being alone.
I take a deep breath.
"I don't have time for you right now."
Felix isn't the slightest bit deterred by my anger. He actually seems amused by it. The corners of his lips curl in a vicious grin as he steps over the threshold of my hotel room. He looks down at his feet, back up at me, and his smile grows.
"It appears your wards failed, darling. I think we both know what that means."
No. He's wrong. My wards don't fail. They never fail. The only way they wouldn't work would be if I didn't actually want to keep him out...
"You're attracted to me," Felix states simply. "Just admit it and the rest of this will be much simpler."
"You're insane." I hate how shaky I sound, so I clear my throat. "You're the last thing I would be attracted to."
"Hmm, you're lying to me, Roseanna. I don't like being lied to."
I grip my phone, Jasper's name and an empty text still pulled up on the screen. If I move my finger just a little-
"Don't," Felix commands. "I allowed you to take his number, but you'll never get to use it. I could've ripped his head off when he touched you, but I didn't."
"Why?"
"To teach you a lesson, my poison ivy. You're mine and mine alone. Any other man who touches, speaks to you, looks at you will do so only because I allow it. Remember that."
He's been slowly stalking toward me the entire time, cornering me just like the first time we met. I shiver when he reaches out and brushes the hair away from my neck. His touch sends shockwaves through my body.
"You want me, Roseanna. I can smell it on you. You're dripping wet and it's all for a monster. I'm starting to think the fear and the hate turns you on more than anything else."
He's... right. Fuck, he's right.
I let him wrap his arms around me and pull me into his body. He's a solid wall of muscle that could kill me in the blink of an eye, but I enjoy the feel of him against me.
Felix presses his lips to my throat in a soft kiss. "I'm going to keep my promise from earlier. I won't fuck you until you're on your knees begging for it."
"That'll never happen." I can't speak louder than a whisper.
I feel him smile against my skin. "Another lie. I should bend you over my knee for that."
I'm in trouble.
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Just finished Ep 2 of Arc 8 of Unprepared Casters!
What the fuck.
@katfoxwell You said you were eagerly awaiting my reactions to the next episodes, so I’m tagging you in this new analysis. Also, please no spoilers in the comments and tags, I’m trying to do this listen completely blind. Anyways:
Here’s my definitive ranking of characters who are, at the end of Episode 2, in the best position for achieving their goals.
1.
Sybilla Eirik.
It seems SO incredibly counterintuitive to move Sybilla UP TO THE TOP OF THE LIST after such a huge road block was put in her way in the form of that regeneration spell law (Dick move on the parents’ behalf by the way, surely somebody knew that that was a rule, because the PALACE DOCTORS KNEW NOT TO TRY AND REGENERATE HER ARM. They could have told her earlier). BUT. Sybilla now has two things she didn’t before:
A. The sympathy of the minor council. Something awful has happened to her, and while this will not sway the most selfish of the group, it very much could sway Helga. And also, in this moment of panic, Syb turned to Nephila. And they had a moment where they remembered that they respect each other, and that they’re not just fighting opposing systems, but each other, which could change things.
B. Proof that she is not in her father’s confidence and therefore cannot be a brainwashed clone of him. Crigley Jigglesphere’s arguments have lost a lot of weight now if Sybilla is the successor by the time the vote happens (Even more so if Isadora is the one they’re voting on, but I don’t think she will be). He’s downgraded his threat level to the main party by a lot. (Which. Might actually end up saving this poor fucker’s life XD)
The crucial point here, I think, is that it’s implied that the regeneration spell problem is going to be FIXABLE, even if there is a significant cost to it.
ALSO, if she does fail at becoming the successor, Isadora being on the throne would be much less dangerous for Sybilla than Nephila’s revolution or Sir Up Ton’s coup.
With all of that combined, she’s way less fucked than she was last episode.
2.
Helga Hatebad.
Helga’s main goal this whole time was to fuck over the Lovejoy family as much as she can, and to maybe get enough information to try and do the right thing for the people, if possible. If Isadora’s on the throne, Helga comes out of this with both of those goals accomplished. Helga will be fine if anyone but Sybilla gets on the throne, and she has like six more episodes to come to some kind of deal with Syb to keep the Lovejoys from ultimate power in Glaceria if she does become the king, and that blank check contract comes back into play.
3.
Penny Lovejoy.
Penny slid down to third on this list because she’s been kind of shaken by the possibility that Isadora could be the successor. She had foolproof plans for getting what she wanted from pretty much anybody else who could try to take the throne. But Isadora? She’s harder to buy, harder to threaten, and Penny hasn’t spent thirty years figuring out what makes her tick. It seems to me like Penny is going to throw herself into making sure that Sybilla remains successor instead of trying to work something out with Isadora, which leaves one hanging possibility for a bad outcome for Penny, which is one more possibility of a bad outcome than she had before.
4.
Nephila Mori.
Nephila is less fucked than they were last episode! Even if their one main ally and supporter is now extremely pissed at them, which isn’t ideal.
Okay, well. In terms of the goal of “get rid of the monarchy and the system of city barons altogether”, Nephila is still pretty fucked. But in terms of the goal of “enact real change that will better the lives of the people”? That goal is looking pretty okay from my point of view.
If Isadora gets the throne, it will probably be pretty easy for Nephila to bend her ear to the issues they care about; Isadora has been around and seen the problems that Nephila wants to solve. Nephila didn’t want Sybilla on the throne because it would be “more of the same”, and Isadora’s politics are probably very different than her father’s.
If Sybilla gets throne, then Nephila and Sybilla have improved their working relationship already when Syb asked Nephila for a favor. If Phil keeps helping Syb through the process of re-becoming the successor, and maybe even votes her in after, then Sybilla would owe them pretty significantly. I think that this moment reminded Phil that her sister-in-law does respect and listen to her, so she could use that connection to change things in ways that she couldn’t under King Alaric.
Also I think they’ve been mostly distracted away from their plan to KILL CRIGLEY JIGGLESPHERE, which I posited in my last post could have DISASTROUS CONSEQUENCES for Nephila. (Sir Up Ton didn’t even have to talk her into it! She went straight for that idea!)
5.
Sir Up Ton.
I feel like his plans have been pretty thoroughly rocked by this change. He was sort of counting on Sybilla counting on his vote. Now that it could be Isadora they’re voting on, he has no assurances for how this will shake out. Isa could be a more popular candidate, and she's a LOT harder to kill than either Crigley Jigglesphere OR Sybilla would be, if he wanted to try straight-up murder again.
Also, Crigley Jigglesphere is still a problem for him.
Sir Up Ton’s actions and motivations have sort of confused me in these last two episodes. He’s telling the sword that he wants to be king, and he confirmed that he’s slowly murdering Alaric in the first Verbal Component, but he’s also doing everything in his power to... make the transition between monarchs go smoothly? And it feels like he’s going above and beyond what will make him look good in the process.
I think it would be very funny if the thirty-year long con Sir Up was pulling wasn’t, in fact, against the Eirik family, but against Alaric specifically, and also against his own sword that is probably his warlock patron. But it’s much more likely that he’s still very, extremely, ever-so-SLOWLY testing out how far he can push everyone before they start to question him.
#unprepared casters#unprepared casters arc 8#sybilla eirik#nephila mori#sir up ton#penny lovejoy#helga hatebad#once again i have created a very beautiful conspiracy web with many colors of yarn#that i fully expect gus to take a flamethrower to next episode
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BUNGOU STRAY DOGS HEADCANONS
I’m sorry, this is a fucking urge I need to get off my chest XD A few hcs for each BSD Character I’m feelin-
Ships including Dazai/Chuuya, Atsushi/Akutagawa, Poe/Ranpo
Warning for spoilers!
DAZAI OSAMU (FIRST ONE IS LONG, BARE WITH ME-)
>Dazai is a transmasc man, but also a femboy. I say this why? Well, take a look at my semi-indepth, legit serious reasoning for giving it to him XDXDXD
Dazai, back in the Port Mafia, never had much control of how his life went, if you think about it. Where he slept, where he lived, what he did, who he was or wasn’t allowed to kill, whether he was allowed to die or not. Barely any part of his life was in his control. Being trans only made it harder on himself, mostly because of...well, Mori and his bullshit. He wasn’t even in control of the way some people saw him, in terms of gender.
The bandages he wears aren’t only for scars, but they were to bind. Why? Because they were the only thing available he could use. The scars were an excuse to bind, and make it look like a natural, aesthetic choice, yet Dazai himself wished he didn’t have to bind with his own bandages, just another thing he couldn’t control. HOWEVER, before he found out he was trans, there was one specific outlet he had, one that he could indulge within the safety of his own living quarters.
And that was what he wore. You see, Dazai doesn’t care about gender norms, and that carelessness also helped him find in outlet, the one thing that he was in control of. He especially grew fond of wearing feminine clothes.
So, he’s a trans femboy because it started out as a sort of outlet for him in the Port Mafia, which then became one of the things he loves because of how free it makes him feel, to make his own decisions and all.
>Dazai can dance. He so totally danced with Chuuya back in the Port Mafia. Don’t matter if it’s classical dance, or fuckin’ obscene dancing, just. Dance-
>Dazai, when Odasaku was alive, saw him as a brother figure. Because he’d have these moments with Odasaku, whether it be asking him to iron his clothes, or fucking around at the bar, he’d have these moments where he goes ‘huh, brother material’. One time he accidentally called Odasaku his brother, Oda never let him live it the fuck down.
>Dazai is emotionally constipated, fuckin’ stupid when it comes to romance especially. Chuuya asking him out on their first date? Man fucking fainted. He may be good at manipulating people with his charms, but he CAN NOT for the life of him, take what he dishes if it’s genuine. And often times he doesn’t know when it’s genuine until it’s up in his face as obvious as the sun.
>Dazai also can’t take genuinely affectionate nicknames, which Chuuya uses sparingly JUST so this fucker doesn’t get used to it.
CHUUYA NAKAHARA
>Chuuya likes wearing harnesses. Doesn’t matter on what part of the body, he just likes how they look on him.
>The first time Dazai had ever been vulnerable with him, he didn’t actually know how to process it, and just put a hand to his cheek cluelessly. Turns out Dazai likes affectionate physical contact, so Chuuya would make sure to do it at least once or twice a day.
>Chuuya may be a lightweight to liquor and wine, but damn if people said he couldn’t make some GOOD. DAMN. WINE. They’d be either liars, or they don’t even know Chuuya. Everyone loves Chuuya’s wine.
>Chuuya mutually simps for Dazai, even though he tries so damn hard to hide it. Literally loves the shit out of him but he’s too much of a tsun to admit it-
>Chuuya and Kouyou would have days where they just sit down, and gay. That’s it. A gay and a lesbian just simping over hot guys and girls.
>*Bonus cause fuck yeah* Chuuya is like the father figure to so many people it’s fucking crazy. Elise, Q, Kyoka, all the kiddies. Just. Dad vibes.
ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA
>He’s a bi icon, all the bi vibes.
>Atsushi’s pupils will sharpen like a cat’s in daylight, it’s just that the others don’t often notice unless you stare at him when he goes into dark areas, then comes out of them.
>Atsushi CAN in fact purr. He has done it. When Dazai had put a hand on his head, Atsushi just kinda started purring. Dazai has never been so astonished by the fact that his ability actually meshes with some part of his being like this. He never let Atsushi live it down either.
>Atsushi definitely can pick up Akutagawa, like we’ve all seen before. I like to think he actually doesn’t rely on the tiger for that strength, he’s just naturally very strong, and often times he’s training to gain more of that strength.
>More often than not, when Aku and Atsu are in a relationship, Atsushi has the habit of just picking up Akutagawa and walking around with him, absolutely everywhere. He likes doing that, and Akutagawa doesn’t mind, so score-
RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWA
>Akutagawa is definitely demisexual and somewhere on the asexual spectrum to me.
>Akutagawa is a damn fashionista, you can not tell me otherwise. His whole wardrobe is filled with outfits he’ll wear off the job for specific days and everything.
>Akutagawa and Gin would constantly mock each other behind their coworkers’ backs. Middle fingers, stuck out tongues, the like. They’re like overgrown children to each other and literally nobody’s caught them yet.
>Akutagawa likes laying his head on Atsushi’s lap, because that prompts upside down kisses and he loves those kisses. Atsushi knows what the fuck he’s doing whenever he does that, but he indulges him anyways.
>Akutagawa and Chuuya are like, the best of fucking friends and you can not change my mind. They do so much together and shit, it’s adorable because Chuuya’s just teaching him about all these different things and Aku’s always willing to learn.
RANPO EDOGAWA
>Ranpo’s got so much sass in his tiny body. He’ll literally chew out a person without hesitation. Man, chill XD.
>Ranpo likes making origami swans, he learned it from Poe and has just been casually filling up one of the rooms of Poe’s mansion with them.
>He’s stolen Poe’s boots before. Bitch can’t walk in them, but he sure as hell looks fabulous in them. Poe doesn’t even mind, man.
>Ranpo can play the ukelele, he’ll often play it for Poe while he writes, and Poe gives him candy as compensation.
>Ranpo’s a proud, picky pan.
EDGAR ALLAN POE
>Poe can play the piano, calling it now. He’ll be playing that shit when he has writer’s block to help clear his head.
>Poe doesn’t even remember where the hell he got Karl. Just picked him up one day and decided that was how it’s gonna go.
>Poe’s actually freakishly flexible, Ranpo’s always impressed by it because this man can and will sit in what seems like the most uncomfortable positions when writing but it really helps him actually.
>Poe didn’t really have a choice when his bangs decided to grow over his eyes, he just decided to go with the flow afterwards cause it benefitted him.
>Poe’s Sapiosexual and Bisexual. That’s it-
#BSD#bsd headcanons#dazai osamu#chuuya nakahara#atsushi nakajima#akutagawa ryuunosuke#ranpo edogawa#edgar allan poe#DJC rambles
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Sherlock names with “Mor”???
I am confusion.
(By the way skip to the end if you just want the conclusion but please read along if you want to see my journey of confuffleness (I don’t even know how to spell that))
Mor. In Sherlock there are 3 characters whose last name begins with “Mor”: James MORiarty, Sebastian MORan, and Mary MORstan.
Now I am trying to figure out if this is telling us something. I know that in Latin the word “mort” means death. And I can’t remember who said this but I feel like a lot of people know that in Latin “mori art ti” means “to die was an art”.
(side note I’ve been searching for like 10 minutes on my pinterest and I finally found it)
Which honestly this is SO clever and makes so much sense and suits Moriarty’s character perfectly. I genuinely think that this is just Doyle’s pure genius.
BUT I looked it up on google translate and it said:
mori art ti = TI dying art
(Second side note I know that google translate isn’t very reliable or accurate so I don’t really trust it but it was the only thing that I could easily access to translate Latin stuff)
Which just doesn’t make sense (i’m guessing we are looking at different sources here cos they didn’t translate to the same thing). So then I looked up
mori art i = dying art
I like this I think its good and makes sense and is sort of similar to what the person from Pinterest said.
BUT then I looked up on google
This mother fucker here to ruin the show. I now realise that I think this source is referring to the first name “Moriarty” instead of a last name but even still I don’t know.
Then I found this
Proving that the names Moriarty and Moran are linked but they are IRISH??!!!
And also
So in terms of Moriarty and Moran there are two possibilities for their meaning; Irish and Latin- and just Latin for Morstan.
But then I looked up “Mor an” in Latin
But death or....what? Its not complete which sort of annoys me, so I don’t know if it really means anything?
Now for Mary Morstan it makes more sense
And I think we can all agree that Mary only brings death and overall she is a “only death” type of character so it makes sense for her name to mean that.
So in conclusion here are the possible meanings for the “Mor” names...
Irish/Gaelic:
Moriarty = sea warrior
Moran = the big or the great
Latin:
Mori art ti = to die is an art
Mori art i = dying art
Mor an = death or (I just had a thought that maybe it could be “or death” which MIGHT mean something? I’m not sure)
Mors tan = only death
If you have any info about this or know anything or just have something to say about this then I would love to know, thanks for reading!
#sherlock#sherlock holmes#bbc sherlock#theory#sherlock theory#conan doyle#arthur conan doyle#mormor#jim moriarty#james moriarty#sebastian moran#mary morstan#canon#headcanon
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What Your BSD Crush For Says About You, a shitpost
Manga-only characters below the cut. (11/4 edit: wrote this a bit ago, this is my apology for taking so damn long with posts :p) Written with @scalpel-mom-mori, as all of my shitposts are, because she has the crack braincell.
Lovecraft: Monster fucker, insomniac, or both. I bet you watch tentacle hentai.
Twain: You have a thing for himbos. Moronsexual lookin-ass.
Mongomery: You liked Taiga in Toradora and you have never looked back as you spiraled down the rabbit hole of tsunderes.
Fitz: You’re really into rich white guys.
Alcott: You want a cottagecore lesbian girlfriend.
Mitchell: Why? Is it the ballroom gown? Is the white gloves? Does she remind you of that one middle school crush who wouldn’t give you the time of day but you adored them anyway?
Hawthorne: Church kink alert, Jesus approves.
Steinbeck: Country roooooooads, taaaaake me home~ Uh. You like country music.
Melville: Marine biologist. Trust me, I know marine bio majors.
Poe: You have social anxiety and like soft boys, and soft boys only. On occasion, you’ve been known to dabble in catboy fan art.
Karl: Furry, but valid. For legal reasons, this is a joke.
Atsushi: Furry, but invalid. KIDDING I LOVE ALL ATSUSHI SIMPS--you’re probably a Deku fan if you watch MHA.
Kyouka: Your FBI agent has been working overtime.
Kenji: The same joke as above, and you’re depressed.
Dazai: I’ll see you in therapy.
Kunikida: You have a deeply rooted complex about appearing respectable and always being on time. Yes, I’m calling myself out.
Tanizaki: Either you’re Naomi, or boys that go apeshit are your kink. Don’t worry, they’re also mine.
Naomi: I think you’re into yanderes. Yuno Gasai is your one and only.
Ranpo: It was the eyes for you.
Katai: You’re a gamer, aren’t you. I’m getting either League of Legends, Overwatch, or Destiny vibes.
Fukuzawa: Daddy issues~
Yosano: Bottom!! Filthy bottom!! But make it edgy!!
Kouyou: Bottom!! Filthy bottom!! But make it sad!!
Chuuya: Either you’re Dazai (oops) or...I don’t have a good joke for this one. You’re valid.
Kajii: You’re sexually attracted to explosions. Looking at you, Bakugou stans.
Gin Akutagawa: You are painfully, disastrously bisexual.
Regular Akutagawa: MCR phase, anyone?
Karma: YOU CRIED. YOU CRIED THAT EPISODE. Alternatively, you latched onto him because you watched AssClass and are going through Karma Akabane withdrawal.
Higuchi: This is the same joke as Louisa, but dark academia.
Tachihara: You’re an anime-only. Kidding, you have a gun kink.
Hirotsu: You’re a cryptid, spotted in the wild once or twice a year.
Mori: You didn’t just have an emo phase. No, no. You were the kid who drew dots on their neck and pretended to be a vampire and read Twilight cover to cover.
Oda: You wish he unbuttoned his collar a bit more.
Either of Kyouka’s parents: You have taste.
Fyodor: You always have a crush on the antagonist. No exceptions, ever.
Ango: You’re into the beauty mark.
Tsujimura: Same joke as Higuchi except you like the tsunderes.
Ayatsuji: Your anime boy type is that bastard whose only personality trait is sarcastic put-downs. Sasuke was your first.
Murakoso: You fixate on side characters who get .1 seconds of screentime and imagine an entire fantasy life with them. It’s okay, I did that too.
Techou: Moronsexual, but less dysfunctional than Twain.
Teruko: It’s gleeful sadism for you.
Fukuchi: You want him to fist you. I changed the joke because getting fisted + Fukuchi’s ability is too cursed, even for a shitpost. Instead, I’ll say that you’re the type of person who likes funky facial hair.
Jouno: Same joke as Teruko, but you like them slightly more evil and male.
Gogol: HAHA CRAZY CLOWN MAN GO BRRRRRRRRRR
Sigma: You want to shower him with love and affection and cuddles and god damnit please give this babey a happy ending--
#yall that mori joke#did not age well#bsd shitpost#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu#atsushi nakajima#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#akutagawa ryuunosuke#howard phillips lovecraft#fitzgerald#lucy maud montgomery#mark twain#nathaniel hawthorne#ranpo edogawa#edgar allan poe#fyodor dostoevsky#kunikida doppo#the decay of angels#hunting dogs#armed detective agency#port mafia#ozaki kouyou#ogai mori#Higuchi Ichiyo#kajii motojirou
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Hello omegeee I'm so happy when I found your request open T____T. Can I request for Chuuya x female s/o fic angst to fluff or slight/implied nfsw in the end(if its okay to you , if not it fine hihi) where S/o is a civilian and got hostage, hurt, or kidnap what ever u like and then chuuya found out and gone rage mode and save her after that he tells her that he blame himself for getting her in trouble or hurt. Omege I know it's too much u can change few things. Thank youuu in advance. Sending virtual hearts and hugs
thank you for ur request <3 i rlly enjoyed writing this one, hope you like it :)
i'll protect you | chuuya x fem!reader
word count - 1211
warnings - some angst, abit of violence, swearing, implied nsfw at the end
genre - angst, fluff
it was a nice and warm day outside, and you had decided to go out. after it raining for the last 3 days, you needed some air. chuuya left to work early and you were going to walk around yokohama and maybe do some shopping. you were feeling good about yourself, wearing a nice outfit and just listening to music as you walked.
you were walking by an alleyway, when someone grabbed you by the arm and dragged you towards them, causing you to fall into the alley. you looked up to see a young looking guy in a hoodie. before you were able to ask him who he was and what he wanted, two more guys ran up behind you. the guy in the hoodie kneeled down to your level and grabbed your face with his hands.
"don't say a word, and we won't hurt you" he said.
you were scared, you have no idea what would happen to you. you tried to think of a way to get away but you were cornered in this dead-end alleyway, with 2 guys blocking your way out. you thought that maybe if you tried to run really fast, you could have made it and ran away. as you were about to stand up and make a run for it, one of the guys grabbed your wrists and tied them together from the back.
you were scared to yell, what would they do to you? if only chuuya was here.. you thought.
soon enough, you heard a car pull up on the street which the alley was looking out on. they put tape over your mouth, making sure you don't yell, and dragged you inside the car. the drive was awful, you had no idea what was going on, you were trying to struggle against the ropes but it only resulted in one of the guys, slapping you, hard, right on your cheek. it hurt, you felt a stinging sensation and began to cry.
soon, you were brought into a house, quite secluded, in a small forest. you were placed into a room, and locked in there, with no phone or bag.
meanwhile, chuuya was pretty much done for the day, it was around 6 pm and he had nothing else to do for mori that day so he decided he would call you to check if you were home, or if you were out so he could meet you wherever you were.
the kidnappers had taken your phone. you heard it ring and tried to struggle or make any sort of noise, but of course, no one would have helped you.
"ah its the fucking bastard calling" you heard one of the guys speak to the others.
"watch him get all sad and worried about her"
"he killed my older brother, so this is what he fucking gets. soon, his precious little girlfriend will be as good as gone to him"
"do you think he'll find us here?"
"nah man, we're in the middle of a fucking forest, how would he find us here"
they all began to laugh. these were distant conversations you were hearing coming from your kidnappers, meanwhile, you had tears flowing from your eyes, and you were consumed by fear. why did they take you? why YOU?
when you weren't replying to chuuya, he began to panic, he knew you always had your ringer on, so why couldn't you answer? what had happened? where were you?
oh wait. he remembered that he had your location on his phone. you shared your location with each other so you could always know if either of you were in trouble. he opened the location app and it showed that you were in a forest, not far from where he was.
when he got there, he heard men's voices, but no sign of yours. he felt rage building up inside him. he was gonna beat the fuck out of whoever laid a hand on you. he kicked the door down, only to see 3 guys standing around a table.
"where the fuck is y/n" he said, sounding angrier than ever.
the guys began to laugh.
"follow me" he said, leading chuuya to the room which you were tied up in.
he opened the door to reveal you tied up, crying, unable to speak due to the tape on your mouth.
"fuckers" he muttered under his breath right before one of the guys tried to hit him with what looked like a bat.
chuuya instantly knocked the guy unconscious.
"dont you ever fucking think of laying a hand on my girl ever again" he said as he easily took out one more guy.
the last one was left, pointing a gun at chuuya. this made chuuya laugh.
"you really think you're scaring me?" chuuya said, laughing.
"you fucking killed my brother, and you're going to pay" said the man, as he shot twice at chuuya, only to find out that, it didn't hit him.
"what the fuck?" he said, trying to shoot again.
"gravity manipulation" chuuya said calmly, as he kicked the bullets right back to the guy who shot him.
he then ran back into the room that you were in to untie you and take the tape off your mouth.
"babe im so sorry" he said apologetically as you threw yourself into his arms, burying your face into his neck.
he hugged you tightly as he heard your sobs, letting you cry into his shoulder.
"baby, did they hurt you?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.
"n-no but they did slap me" you replied in between sobs. you instantly felt chuuya tense up.
"those fuckers" he muttered.
"i'm so sorry baby, i should have come earlier" he added.
"n-no please chuuya, i-its not your fault, please can we go home" you said, trying to calm him down.
"yeah let's get you home" he replied and walked out of the house.
when you got home, chuuya let you clean yourself off and change while he brought you a glass of water and something to eat. after you showered, you saw chuuya waiting for you on the bed. he was sitting up against the pillows, waiting for you to crawl into his arms. and when you did, he hugged you tightly, made sure you knew that you were safe with him.
"i'm sorry love" he said as he gently rubbed your back, feeling you melt in his arms.
"please don't apologize, there's nothing you could have done earlier, i'm just glad to be back in your arms" you said, still trembling a little from earlier. you began to trace little patterns on his bare chest with your finger.
"i'll make sure it never happens again baby, i'll protect you better from now on" he said.
"you're so adorable when you talk to me like that" you said, giggling.
chuuya tilted your chin upwards and kissed you to shut you up before you said anything else.
"don't go running that pretty little mouth now baby, we can save that for later mkay?" he said while moving so that he was right on top of you.
the moment he pinned your hands above your head, you knew what you had coming for you, and you knew, you were going to have one hell of a night.
#bsd chuuya#chuuya#chuuya nakahara#bungo stray dogs#bsd x reader#bsd imagines#bsd#chuuya x reader#chuuya x you#chuuya fluff#chuuya angst
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Coal for Christmas
Summary: Holidays at the Manor. Now including: fistfights with Santa Claus, coal, and angst.
A/N: Happy Holidays everyone!
Holidays at the Manor were always interesting. At first it was Wilford dropping random gifts off for Dark if he remembered that year, to which Dark responded with a gift of his own.
Then they got Bim, and gifts on Christmas became a common thing. Bim was lavished with gifts and sweets. Traditions of stocking and trees replaced a drab and colorless Christmas.
They had started getting into a rhythm when the Lost Ones were brought into the Manor. Their childhood awe for the season was extinguished when the only children to receive gifts from Santa that weren’t oily and flammable were King and Yancy. But Dark and Wilford supplied them with a mountain of gifts of all kinds.
Now that they were older with various types of crimes from their time in the criminal underworld they all got coal and rather scathing notes from the “jolly” specter of Christmas. But they had their own traditions and now they were trying to include the Manor’s newest inhabitants in those traditions.
It was Christmas Day.
Illinois was talking to Memento and Mori. He was trying to get them away from the stairs before Memento destroyed the stairs by dragging an obscene amount of snow into the House and turning the Manor’s stairs into a ski resort for himself and Mori.
“Look, being a demon in Egoton means you just get coal for Christmas,” Illinois warned.
“So, you’re saying it’s the one time of the year that we can burn our gifts?” Memento smiled.
“Sure, yeah, in the fireplace, not in the rest of the House,” Illinois promised.
BANG!
“Ho! Ho! Ho!”
Illinois looked back to see that Santa Claus had taken a battering ram and burst open the door.
“You asshole! We have a chimney!” Illinois shouted.
“Santy Claus!” Mori shouted with absolute glee. He threw his hands up in the air.
“I’m not testing that again with your crazy father.” Santa’s battering ram disappeared in a flash of glittering magic. In its place was a large red bag and he threw it into the house with the force of a disgruntled FedEx employee.
“What are you doing back?” Wilford shouted as he raced in, Dark following after him and rubbing at his temples.
“Merry Christmas, you bastard!” Santa tossed a small wrapped gift at Wil, the object bouncing off his head and landing hard on the ground.
“Chris,” Dark sighed in greeting.
“Bitch,” Santa greeted Dark, tossing him a small wrapped box before he was tackled by a very angry Wilford. Wilford had gasped upon hearing the insult.
While the two were fighting on the floor, Wilford literally biting Santa whenever he had the chance to, Dark took the opportunity to unwrap his gift. Inside was a carton of cigarettes.
“Huh,” Dark looked at the box. “Marlboro. Nice. Thank you, Chris.”
The Entity opened up a portal to send Santa away and pulled Wilford away from him like an unruly pet.
“Wil, he’ll be back next year,” Dark sighed, sliding his new carton of cigarettes into his suit pocket.
“If death wasn’t a hilarious joke, I would have him murdered and strung up,” Wilford told Dark.
“Noted, you can find him later,” Dark promised.
“Looking forward to it,” Wilford huffed and picked up his “gift” which was just a lump of coal. An object he planned on hitting Santa with after he found that nice powerful rifle Dark kept up in the attic with the incorrect spelling of his name engraved into it.
“William” was a terribly incorrect way to spell “Wilford”.
Illinois had already dragged the bag over to the tree where it opened on its own and the bag disappeared into a puff of silver and red glitter.
Unlike other years there were tags on the gifts, and there were four gifts that were obviously not coal. One was a large, oddly shaped gift for Eric. The other three were smaller boxes for the triplets.
“Why did you fuckers get gifts?” Bim demanded angrily, Mori scooping up his gift immediately.
King scoffed, “I get on the naughty list for tax evasion, and you two have literally killed people. That’s absolute bullshit.”
“Well we’re obviously not hellians like you,” Mori boasted.
“No, Santa’s just mad that Dad fucked his wife,” King dismissed. “That’s the difference. You three are only one-third Wilford and so he doesn’t have to give you a bad gift.”
Tempus opened up her gift to see a small stained glass vase. Memento had a new wallet. Mori got something that looked like a spyglass.
Tempus gasped as she opened up the gift. “Oh it’s so pretty.”
There was a loud squeal of delight as Eric timidly opened the gift and found a giant stuffed teddy bear.
Eric’s entire face lit up as he hugged the giant teddy bear.
Illinois rolled his eyes and smiled, ignoring the wrapped lump of coal in light of Eric’s happiness. “Pretty cool bear, huh, dulcito[1].”
“I-t’s so big,” Eric was practically shaking in excitement.
Illinois smiled and just scooped up Eric who was still holding the bear and relocated them to the couch. Mori, King, and Bim had devolved into some kind of argument.
“What’s the bullshit barrier for entry in this damn holiday?” King demanded. “I’ve never hurt anyone.”
“You do scream at people in the park and attack them with squirrels,” Illinois reminded.
“Yeah, but I don’t kill them,” King said. “This is absolute horseshit.”
“Nah, this is a wonderful time of the year,” Memento cackled.
Illinois participated in teasing King and ribbing the triplets. He instinctively glanced at Dark. The Entity had been tense almost all day, but apart from that it was a relatively normal celebration. Dark, Wilford, and all the kids.
But that was the problem.
Chase hadn’t shown up.
All of the Lost Ones had been expecting Chase to drop by, or at least take the triplets for the night. The marksman was nowhere to be seen. Dark hadn’t even brought him up.
“아빠[2], when is Chase coming over?” Illinois asked.
Dark froze, looking at Illinois in apprehension.
Mori, however, spoke up, “I’ll get him.”
He was already drawing a portal to Chase’s apartment, and leaning inside. “Hey, Dad!
Chase had been watching something on the TV and was startled when Mori ran in.
“E’erythin’[3] alright?” Chase asked.
“Yeah, was wondering when you were coming over,” Mori smiled. “We got gifts from Santa. Well I got a gift. Bim got coal.”
“Fucker!” Bim shouted from the Manor side of the portal.
Mori turned and flipped Bim off.
“Kinda[4] used ta[5] not seein’[6] the kids on the holidays,” Chase admitted with a shrug.
“Then get in here,” Illinois called out.
Chase hesitated before following his son into the Manor. Bim stared at Chase as he walked in, but not saying anything for the moment.
“Dark,” Chase gave Dark a little smile.
“Hello,” Dark greeted stiffly. He didn’t move over to Chase.
Wilford however appeared right by Chase’s side when the portal snapped closed.
“Hello~” Wilford smiled.
“Wil,” Chase said in reply.
Suddenly Wilford and Chase were standing in a billiard room. Chase had a pool cue in his hand and they were alone in the room.
“Hey,” Wilford smiled, leaning over the table at Chase.
“Touch me, an’[7] I’ll break yer[8] fingers.” Chase already was feeling his fingers twitch.
“One day,” Wilford winked.
“Yeah, well well don’t hold yer[8] breath,” Chase huffed.
“I do have to thank you, it’s nice seeing him relax a little bit,” Wilford smiled.
“Dark ain’t relaxin’[9] when we’re in the same room,” Chase reminded him, wanting to crack the pool cue over Wilford’s head.
“You could give it a shot, it does leave a nasty headache, though,” Wilford said.
“Dark an’[7] I are datin’[10],” Chase reminded.
“No harm in Dark having fun,” Wilford’s smile didn’t fade. “He lets me have fun, why shouldn’t I let him have some fun of his own. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in years.”
“No he’s not, yeh[11] obviously don’t know shite[12].” Chase decided to put the pool cue away instead of beating Wilford with it.
“I know he does,” Wilford chuckled and tapped his temple. His eyes tracked Chase like a cat.
Chase glared at him.
“I know my memory’s garbage, I just—” Wilford trailed off. “It would be easy for him to take Bim or the others away. When I lose memories they don’t ever come back. I get impressions, feelings if I’m lucky, but never the memories. The memories I have of Bim are very precious to me. I have to admit, it scares me a little, knowing that if I push him too far he can just take them away from me.”
The marksman stared at Wilford before letting out a begrudging sigh. “Yer makin’ it hard ta hate yah, Bubbles. An’ I wanna hate yeh.”[13]
“Well what did I do?” Wilford gestured to himself. “I’m a lovely person.”
“He was so heartbroken when yeh[11] died,” Chase told Wil. The vague feelings of sorrow, guilt, and frustration burning in his soul. After all this time he could still feel future him’s dark, all consuming emotions.
“Death, my friend, is a joke,” Wilford smiled. “It doesn’t exist.”
“Look, the options were: yeh died, or yeh fooked off an’ left him fer years. Which yeh want it ta be?”[14]
“Both of those sound awful and dull,” Wilford told him. “Why would I want to stay away from Darkling? Have you met him? He is very lovely.”
“I have an’[7] he is,” Chase agreed.
“There we go,” Wilford slid next to Chase and clapped him on the back. Which made Chase want to punch Wil in the face.
But suddenly they were back in the living room and no one was reacting as if the two of them had gone anywhere.
It took everything Chase had not to deck Wilford across the face in front of his own children.
Dark had moved to sit on the couch and Chase shrugged Wil off to go and sit next to Dark. Chase used his presence as a silent palette cleanser.
At first Dark didn’t seem to acknowledge him, glancing at Bim and Illinois but when they seemed to be embroiled in their own little argument, the Entity seemed to start calming down. Or at least he became less on edge.
Finally, Dark leaned against Chase and he seemed to get a little less tense. He only tensed up a bit when Wilford flopped down on the same couch, on Dark’s other side. The madman threw his arm around the back of the couch.
The madman placed a couple kisses on Dark’s head and face before leaning back comfortably. Wilford’s eyes glanced over to Chase, giving him a goading smile.
Chase internally bristled at that smile, and decided not to let Wilford show him up. So he leaned over to kiss Dark on the cheek.
The Entity completely froze, looking over at Wilford who was just smiling at him. Both he and Dark were sitting side-by-side. But he was subtly trying to lean Dark against Chase.
It took a little bit for Dark to calm down, but after a minute, the Entity was completely leaning against Chase.
“Yer[8] alright,” Chase promised Dark, the three older adults just watching the chaos around them. Wilford laughed and made jokes as the festivities continued.
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Post A/N: Did you know that Santa is a canon Ego? Cause I did? Do you know what else is canon: Wilford sleeping around with the spouses of people who hate him/he dislikes. So guess what my brain came up with? Yeah, Wilford fucked Mrs. Claus. It’s not my fault it’s the most likely explanation of why Santa hates Wilford but not Dark. It’s Mark’s. I’m just taking credit for calling it out.
Accessibility Translations:
1. sweetheart
2. Dad. (Used informally; phonetically can be read as: Appa.)
3. Everything
4. Kind of
5. to
6. seeing
7. and
8. your
9. relaxing
10. dating
11. you
12. shit
13. You’re making it hard to hate you, Bubbles. And I want to hate you.
14. Look, the options were: you died, or you fucked off and left him for years. Which do you want it to be?
#superhero au#masks and maladies#foonotes#darkiplier#wilford warstache#chase brody#illinois the adventurer#ahwm illinois#king of the squirrels#mori#unus#memento#annus#tempus#scp amy#bim trimmer#santaplier#magic#slight angst#feels
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Memento Mori Cries Our Shattered Souls.
| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 1, Day 3: Grave} |
| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] | | [Spotify Playlist Link] |
| Soulmates, are a tricky thing. It's said they're the person who best fits you. Everyone goes through life with half of their Soulmate's soul beside them in the form of an animal that represents the soulmate. |
| Marinette always thoughts she'd get to meet her Soulmate and the other half of her soul one day, and now she never will. Jason never wanted to meet his soulmate or be reunited with the other half of his soul. And now, like Romeo and Juliet, they've truly become star-crossed Soulmates. |
| Word Count: 1,371. |
| Warnings/Tags: Soulmate Au, Major Character Death/Implied Death/Temporary Death/Not Really Dead, Death Related Injuries/Injury Recovery, Miscommunication, Loss of Soulmate, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Explicit Language/Swearing, Starcrossed Soulmates, Wakes & Mentions of Funerary Customs/Traditions. |
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| A/N: Okay so there's only one song on this one's playlist but c'mon, look my written words in the eyes and tell me that isn't the perfect Jasonette song. Yeah, exactly. Also Choo Choo dear readers, I'm back on the angst train. Grab your tissues and some liquid to hydrate yourself because if you aren't crying by the end of this, then I've failed my job <3 |
| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics or a specific Au, then feel free to send me a dm and or ask! |
| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |
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It isn't a grave. An important difference, Marinette thinks to herself hollowly. There's a dull pang in her chest, and the constant ache of all her many, many still healing injuries. She shouldn't be up and about yet, it's only been a day since she was discharged from hospital. Her parents and the doctors would have kittens. But Marinette needs to do this. And she's already crawled her way up to her balcony chair (though with a little miraculous help of course). Because it isn't a grave but it might as well be one.
It's a simple little thing really, and yet… Yet it's a lot of things.
A shrine, well an altar. On the half wall besides her balcony chair. It's a small stone slab with a lit incense holder in the middle, and a few lit candlesticks in each of the front two corners of the slab. Behind the incense holder, in the back two corners are two bouquets of marigolds, white lilies, and yellow and white chrysanthemums. And in front of the incense holder, is a single photo of her soulmate familiar and all that she has left of her soulmate; Buddy the german shepherd.
Five days ago, her soul bond shattered. Her soulmate familiar nearly shattered too. It was a miracle Buddy only fell into a pseudo-coma instead. Unlike her though, he's yet to wake up. And considering the situation, he may never. One of the doctors—a soulmate related injuries specialist—had said it's rare but not unheard of for that to happen when the human counterpart to their soul familiar dies. And the final damning nail in the coffin was Marinette's own soul familiar counterpart appearing at some point after she had fallen into the three day coma. After all, it's common knowledge that once a soulmate died, you become reunited with the other half of your soul—your soul familiar counterpart.
Marinette doesn't know what happened to her soulmate's body (if there even is one left, considering the injuries found on her and her soul familiar counterpart). Nor does she have any memorabilia or anything that once belonged to her soulmate. And she certainly doesn't know where he was from and if he would've had any preferred cultural funeral rites. So the best she can give him right now, are the typical funeral flowers her parents both recommended, alongside candles and incense. Somewhat plain and generic almost but it's something, and it's better than nothing.
She chokes back a sob and rubs at her red eyes. “It's not fair… I thought Ladybug's were supposed to be lucky.”
There's a faint pitter-patter and a few droplets splatter against the altar. She blinks and glances upwards, briefly wondering if it is starting to rain. But the cloudless sky is all an answer she needs, along with the realisation of dampness on her cheeks and hands. She blinks again, and a few more tears fall.
Tikki makes a small noise of sadness, and gives Marinette one of those tiny little hugs she always gives.
Still, the grief hurts. Marinette will never get to know who her soulmate was. His name, what he looked like, how he smiled, his accent, what he liked, his favourite things, any stupid habits or mannerisms.
And she will never get to know if her soulmate even has a grave already. She could always ask Tikki, she's right there. But the kwami is stressed enough as it is that Marinette fell comatose for three days and nearly died from the injuries inflicted on her soul familiar counterpart. And five days without a proper Ladybug (and not just Master Fu stepping in out of necessity) protecting Paris has started to visibly take its toll on Tikki.
So, Marinette's little altar isn't a grave but it's where she's burying her grief and wishing the ladybug miraculous could do something to fix this.
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It's not a fucking grave. If Jason had a choice, he'll never let his soulmate be buried in one of those fuckers ever, y'know just in case she ever ends up like him and is forced to crawl out her own grave. But he hasn't got a fucking choice because who knows who or where his soulmate is and what happened to her after he became a dead robin.
Well other than the fact, she's un-fucking-doubtedly dead and it's all his fucking fault, obviously. It's been six months since he crawled out his grave, and Talia had said the Lazarus Pit could heal broken soul bonds and soulmate familiars that died with the soulmate. Clearly fucking wrong seeing as his bond is still shattered as fuck and there's been no sign of Jules—the naturally shifting little soulmate familiar he used to adore. The kinda weird and scrappy looking calico tabby kitten that according to the internet was a cornish rex, that would sometimes shift into an even tinier, very round and fluffy hamster.
And Jason's spent enough time on the streets as a kid to know what happens to the human counterpart when their soul familiar counterpart snuffs it. If he's lucky, she'll be in a coma and will never wake up. And if he's unlucky, then she'll be six feet under like he was. Either way, she's paying for his fuck ups and deserves way better.
A small part of him wonders if that makes them star-crossed lovers. Like a reverse Romeo and Juliet—fucking ironic considering R&J were the inspiration behind Jules' name. He died, and came back only to find irrefutable evidence that his soulmate's dead—or might as well be—because of him dying first, and she'll never know he survived dying.
“It's not fair!” Jason snarls at his fate, vision staining green for a split second. He grits his teeth and glares down at the little altar he's set up in the corner of his room in whatever league of assassins' compound this is. It's got a single lit candle in each corner of the altar—a substitute for how there's supposed to be a burning candle at each corner of a coffin. Still doesn't make it a fucking grave though.
There's also a few bunches of flowers scattered across the middle of the altar—mostly marigolds, with a few white lilies, a couple black roses, a single pheasant's-eye, and a small handful of asphodels. It hadn't been easy to get them, especially since he couldn't exactly leave the compound yet. But Jules and his soulmate deserved this at least.
Marigolds for grief, white lilies more for the funeral staple than the meaning, black roses for death and mourning, pheasant's-eye for painful recollections, and asphodels for my regrets follow you to the grave.
Fucking ironic, seeing as it's on altar and not a grave.
The worst fucking part of being here, was losing Jules. The one fucking constant in his shitty life. Batman replacing him fucking stung alright, and he's never particularly cared for soulmates, yeah. He's seen and heard more than plenty horror stories growing up, and considering how small and cute Jules is, no way would've his soulmate survived Gotham. It's not like he cared too much about meeting her or whatever, but she was fucking innocent and now she's fucking dead. So yeah, she gets asphodels on her altar because he regrets being the reason she and Jules got shattered.
And the pheasant's-eye, well Talia and all the fucking assassins in this hell hole aren't giving him the chance to hold a wake for either of them. And it's not like he knows shit about her or has anything of hers to sit on the altar. He hasn't even got anything left of Jules 'cept his fucking memories. So all he can really do is recount his own memories of her to himself. Maybe he should write 'em down in a book or something…
All in all, it ain't a fucking grave. But it might as well be one because it's where he's burying his memories and feelings. After all, an assassin without a soulmate familiar, or a soulmate, is a lot harder to kill. 'Least he's got that going for him now. But Jules and his soulmate still didn't fucking deserve dying only for him to survive alone.
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| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated! |
| Quick reasons behind the Soul Familiar names and species, whilst I know Jason canonically is bad at naming, he's also a literature nerd so hence why he called his soulmate's familiar Juliet, also because it shifts form he can't call it Cat or Hamster. The hamster is because well this is half of Marinette's soul, let's be real, and the cat is because Calicos are seen as lucky and also I thought a Cornish Rex because they're highly intelligent, active, and affectionate and I think that fits Marionette pretty well. As for why Marinette has Buddy, it's purely because Jason reminds me of a German Shepherd and I feel Marinette would've wanted to become friends with her Soulmate as soon as she understood it as a kid, so hence the name buddy. It's not fully accurate to her canon naming skills, but that doesn't matter. |
| If you've been around since the early days of my Maribat/MLB Tumblr side acc, then this premise might sound familiar. Yeah, you've guessed it! It's the Jasonette version of my MTSPY au (rip, I'll get to writing it one day, maybe), aka/originally called LYLaLYL or Lose Your Love and Lose Your Life. I decided since I love the au but I want to re-use a lot of it but with some minor to significant changes. Anyway, if those au names are familiar/you've been around for my last year's content, then here have a virtual hug from me! 🫂 If you can't see this emoji, it's the weird two blue humanoid blobs hugging emoji. Yeah. |
| On a sidenote if there's an obvious difference in writer's voice for the end/beginning notes, tags, and summary, that's because I'm writing this very sleep deprived at 4am and may have gone slightly feral. Yeah. Don't do what I'm doing, get some sleep folks. Half the tags were written at the much more reasonable hour of ten to midnight instead though. |
| Also feel free to send me any comments with any questions you have regarding this fic, I'll be more than happy to answer! |
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CATS SEEING YOU IN CATS
Thank you for 50 followers! We hope this grows well. Got this idea from a meme on Facebook!
All the characters are aged up. Timeskip Nekoma.
Contains slight manga spoilers.
Warning: idk.. suggestive???
Nobuyuki Kai
You bought these because you lost a bet and thought might as well use it on your boyfriend.
He texted you he's on his way home from a reunion night out with his former team mates.
Lemme tell you, Kai is a well-composed man. He is gentle in any and every way. He gets shy around you but hides it.
As you hear the front door open revealing your boyfriend, you hopped of the couch and ran towards him with your hands up in the air causing your big shirt to hike up, “Kai!”
Kai was removing his shoes so his eyes were on your feet first, slowly eyeing you up.
Then his gaze eventually ended up on the exposed skin of your thighs. His eyes slightly widening on the sight of.. what? Cat high tights?
After a few seconds of staring, he averted his gaze and started to awkwardly cough. “W-What are you wearing..?” he managed to croak out.
With a teasing smile, you purposely pulled the hem of your shirt high enough for him to accidentally peek at your underwear, “Cat high tights,” you answered plainly.
He excused himself and ran to the bedroom. After a few hours, he kindly pleaded for you to not wear those again.. for his sake.
Kenma Kozume
You didn't wanna wear pants nor wanted to flaunt your bare thighs so you wore the blood shot red cat high tights you ordered last week using Kenma's account (he insisted, lol, doesn't want you to spend using your own money).
You were wearing his high school — the white one — because it felt light and cool. It ended just below your bum and it displayed your tights. I look cute.
Kenma was in his game room, doing a live stream on YouTube.
Ever since the last month, the viewers would request Kenma to have you join him because of that one vlog where you were hugging Kenma from behind and actually fell asleep in the crook of his neck.
Today's live stream wasn't different. They were requesting for your presence as well.
“Kitten, come here for a bit,” you heard Kenma calling you from his room.
Book still in hand, you entered the room and walked towards your boyfriend, giving him a kiss on his cheek then fixing your glasses.
“Hey—” he turned his chair and took in all of you as a faint shade of pink colors his cheeks.
Let's just say, that was Kenma's shortest live stream yet.
Morisuke Yaku
He wanted to surprise you so he said he'd come home tomorrow from Russia but he was actually on his way to your house.
He was wearing his three-piece suit, shiny brown leather shoes, and of course, a pair or stylish sunglasses. He's smoking hot.
He expected you to be asleep since it's near midnight already but the way you presented yourself..
You were wearing your university jacket and cat high tights.
“Darling, I'm home,” Morisuke announced upon entering your shared compound in Japan.
You were startled. Quickly turning off the stove and holding chopsticks near your mouth, you stared at the man in front of you, “Mori..?”
Oh, man. He stared at you back harder. Gaze focusing on your thighs.
He looked at you as he quickly and seductively took off his blazer and vest.
“Bed. Now.”
Tetsuro Kuroo
Kuroo is a clingy but smooth man.
All he needs after a long day at work would be a nice warm bath and your affection.
But tonight was different.
You immediately jumped onto his back as soon as you saw him closing the door, “Tetsu! I missed you!”
Grabbing your hand, he kissed your knuckles and replied, “Who wouldn't?”
“I'm gonna fucking rip your rooster head, you fucker,” you gritted your teeth as you tried to strangle his neck with your arms.
Choking, he managed to say sorry and you stopped.
Kuroo sat down on the couch and you straddled his lap. You were in a full-blown make-out session. His hands stopped just at the hem of your cat high tights.
He looked at it with amusement.
“Have you been a bad kitty..?”
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ADA: Songs the BSD characters remind me of (even though no one asked)
I’ve recently watched all 3 seasons of the Anime, the movie and the OVA and have started reading the Manga from the beginning. Right now I am only at chapter 40 because I started reading like 2 days ago, so idk stuff that would happen after the Anime storyline (if it goes that much further than season 3 ending, I wouldn’t know). I based this off on either specific lyrics that made me think it would fit the character or a certain vibe I was getting from a character. For some characters it was easier, for some not so much lol It is why some characters have multiple songs that make me think of them while others only have one (if they even do have one, that is – but the ADA does, except for Katai). So please do not rip into me because you think a song might not fit them as well as I do, because I just have not gotten to the latest chapter of the Manga yet, so there are some characters I do not know that well yet but I wanted to do this for fun. Other than that, I hope you enjoy this list~ Also, feel free to add to my list if you have songs that I haven’t mentioned but think would fit the characters, if you want to~
My taste in music is also pretty broad and not limited to certain languages or genres (though I do have my preferences), so I will provide translations of the lyrics in different languages from English. The German ones (like Kontra K, Elif, etc.) were translated by myself (on the spot), for other languages like Romanian or Korean, etc. I had to look up translations on the internet.
Disclaimer: For the songs for Dazai, one might want to consider a TW, for one of his songs has extremely open-no-room-for-speculation suicidal lyrics. If this affects you, please skip that one, I will put that song last on his list.
And, well, because this is 12 pages long in the document, I will be making a cut here…
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𝔸𝔻𝔸 𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝
💙 Wölfe (Wolves) by Kontra K 💙
It’s about so much more than just strength, it’s about solidarity and virtue / It runs so much deeper than your wounds could ever get / We’re walking through the fire together until the day we die […] /
And we are so infinitely far away from being perfect / But what doesn’t kill us will make us stronger / And hope dies last / It dies last /
A lot of the members have been through quite some shit, but they hold it together all the time and always pull through and manage to keep moving forward sooo (some random arsehole I talked to spoilered me about Yosano and Mori -_-)
💙 Born For This by The Score 💙
A force that they can’t stop / They just don’t get it, I think they forget / I’m not done until I’m on top / I know I was born for this / I know I was born for this […] /
We are the warriors, who learned to love the pain / We come from different places but have the same name / ‘Cause we were born for this / We are the broken ones, who chose to spark a flame / Watch as our fire rages, our hearts are never tame /
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ℕ𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚
💙 Believe by Hollywood Undead 💙
I can’t believe / That when I breathe / That there’s something good inside of me / Just one good thing inside of me / So close to me / That memory / Of that one good thing inside of me / Just one good thing inside of me /
If I went out the back door, nobody would stop me / But, where would I go? / ‘Cause I ain’t never had a real home / So, what do I know? / So, I could keep runnin’, hide until they find me / But, what would that do? /
That he really hates himself that much and how insecure he is in his right to be alive not just simply because he is a living being really hurts to see.
💙 Face it by NF 💙
Don’t know how to face it / Let’s go back to basics / Yes, say what you mean, do what you say, but man I hate this / I just don’t know what I’m chasing, don’t know what I’m chasing / Yes, somebody told me / Life is something you don’t wanna play with / But I just keep on playing like life is just a playground […] / I look at myself and I ask what the goal is / Yeah, tell me what your goal is / I’m just so lost in emotions, I don’t even notice / I just slip into a place and I don’t think straight / Devil in my ear tryna tell me everything’s great / And in a year realize I’m in the same place / Running in the same race, same pace […] /
Get that sickness out my mouth / I feel like my train is derailing / I can feel it / Yo these words are only words until they actions / Words until they actions, strive on empty satisfactions / Yeah, the fact is I don’t know, fact is I don’t know /
💙 월식 (My Tragedy) by Taeyeon 💙
At the end of an empty day / Everyone busily returns from somewhere / In the red night sky / I disappear into the darkness little by litte / These many sparkling lights / There isn’t a single light that’s mine / Under the cold shade by myself / Like it wasn’t there from the start /
💙 Oceans by Jacob Lee 💙
I learnt to let go when I was younger / Scared of growing old / I would swim far into the ocean / And try to stay afloat / Until my lungs would cough up water […] /
I don't want love no more / Though it's the one thing I've been searching for / Though it's the one thing that I miss the most / Now I'm afraid to be alone / I learnt to grow old when I was younger / Scared of staying young / Afraid of the thoughts that I had conjured / That sat atop my tongue / Knowing I'd change the worlds opinion / If they would just, listen up / But they won't, now /
I feel worthless / Maybe I should open the drawer / Burn the pages / Write poems with the ash on the floor / Pour the ink, into the sink / And watch it drain from the shore /
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𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕚 𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦
I know Dazai has a looooot of songs, but tbh I could’ve added at least another 15 because. There. Were. Just. S O . M A N Y . T H A T F I T H I M S O W E L L ‼‼ (Well, at least the ones I could think of off of the top of my head right away.)
💙 Believe by Hollywood Undead 💙
Don’t you know, little boy, they’ll lay you to waste, man / Little do they know, every song is a lifespan / Yeah, they’ve taken one, but I’m takin’ my last chance / To hold all we know and let go with both hands / Though, don’t you know that plots are made from concrete / Right through the stone, can you hear my heart beat? / Beats through my bone, like no memory left me / Not for a second or a minute when I dream […] / My heart beats heavy in an open chest / And, I wanna say goodbye, but there’s nobody left /
I broke it all, and I put to the test / Put your hands in mine, and feel this emptiness / There’s no beat in my chest / ‘Cause there’s nothin’ left / No, it ain’t goodbye, its a last caress / What’s another dream? / You could hardly sleep /
Makes me think of Oda aka the bond they had aka the admiration Dazai had for him.
💙 Face it by NF 💙
I ain’t sleeping lately / I ain’t sleeping lately / Yes, I know that I’m the only person that can change me / Maybe, that’s why I ain’t changing / That’s why I ain’t changing / I got too much on my mind, I guess I don’t know how to face it /
He obviously has a lot of issues, and I bet he still doesn’t think of himself as a good person. It strikes me as if he’s thinking that Agency Dazai is not much different from Mafia Dazai. “Your hands are black. Mafia black,” as Higuchi said. I think he did not deny it when she said that, so he doesn’t disagree with her.
💙 Rain by Hollywood Undead 💙
I don’t mind, no I don’t mind, I don’t mind the rain / Simple things and subtleties, they always stay the same / I don’t mind, that I don’t mind, no I don’t mind the rain / Like a widow’s heart, we fall apart, but never fade away (fade away) /
Run like a child, do you know where I came from? / No, I don’t, but I’m singing all the same songs / I’m alone, and you’re looking for your anyone / Does it hurt just to know that it’s all gone? / I can feel the pain in the words that you say / Hidden in the letters that were written to no name […] / Buried in red, white, and a side of some blue / Some will die too late, and somebody too soon / If he could come back, we’ll see what it cost him / We had to lose it all, just to know that we lost one /
💙 Lass mich lieber allein (better just leave me alone) by Kontra K 💙
Man, don’t explain the world to me, it isn’t perfect / And just as imperfect are also you, her and me / All of that isn’t a problem to me / But tell me, since when does hatred laugh so audaciously into my face? / But it’s somehow alright for me […] / Man, I wish for a minuscule part of naivety back / But it seems it’s somehow too late for me / Somehow already too late for me […] /
Already been wandering for so long, you forget / Who is worthy of sacrificing yourself for and for whom you better not do it / You run along the street of success without any luck (on your side) / But she walks out of hell into heaven only once and then right back / If you end up where you started then where is the meaning? /
Because I also have my baggage to carry all on my own / Just like all of the fuckers that think I’m living in heaven all by myself / But the fire and the flames in which I’ve been standing in for so long already / Man, they refuse to see them / But it’s somehow alright for me /
You better just leave me alone / Because when they carry you on their hands, they will (eventually) let you drop / I’d rather fall alone/by myself / Rather alone/by myself /
💙 Lies by Will Jay 💙
I'd rather tell myself if I ignore / These thoughts they'll go away / And my toxic friends have changed / Truth is I hate confrontation / Deal with it tomorrow / 'Cause there's nothing I can do / That's my favourite excuse / Feeding my procrastination […] /
And I think I just realised I would do anything / To keep hiding the pain I've been burying / That's why I tell / Lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lies /
💙 Du willst es (You want it) by Kontra K 💙
Only the good ones die young, and not long after the best ones follow / No idea, ask death why he thinks that I am so damn bad / Still here, we’re almost not worthy of heaven / Working day for day, only the hatred kills the pain / Life will shoot you in the chest but only ever hit your heart / Thank God that place in my chest has been emptied a long time ago […] /
We asked God, “why” / But the devil said, “doesn’t matter” / We’re swimming in a pool full of misery / But bring us another glass of it /
💙 Wie gemacht dafür (like we were made for it) by Kontra K 💙
Pretty normal, normal / Because you can’t get me, get me further down (the hole/ditch) / Than I’ve already been, you get it? […] / I’m going one-on-one with my inner demons, and I’ve been doing that for the past 13 years / I’ve been there, no matter what happened / Ask your gangsters, they know my voice / Have respect, respect for the realness / But fucking piss me off, and I’ll be sending you to heaven […] /
What pressure are you talking about, I inhale this city deep into my lungs / Put it on the beat and I’ll be giving you a new reason for your hatred /
Like we were made for it, we’re running through hell barefooted / We’re living rent-free in their heads, with the real ones, with the real ones / Like we were made for it, always loyal to my people / Swapping none of my friends for money, for the real ones, for the real ones […] /
If you’re my enemy, I’ll give you lead (bullets) / If you’re my friend, I’ll give you love / Because a wolf stays fucking loyal only to his family /
💙 Lonely by Nathan Wagner 💙
Is everybody lonely? / Is everybody scared? / Is everybody worried / That no one really cares? / See I'm afraid to love, but afraid to be alone / Still I wonder why my heart is always broke / What a way to live, let the fear take all control / Oh, this ain't life, no / I'm not alive […] /
'Cause I'm afraid to show the people who I am / I'm not special, I'm just a simple broken man / So I will hide my face with my picture perfect mask / Oh, this ain't life, no / It's just a lie […] /
If I looked you in the eye / And showed the broken things inside / Would you run away? / Would you run away? / If you saw my darkest parts / The wicked things inside my heart / Would you run away? / Or are you the same? /
The following one makes me think of Mafia Dazai
💙 Body Count by Grey ft. Thutmose 💙
I got a hunger, I got a fever / And it just won't quit / I got a temper, I got a bullet / With your name on it / Everybody wonders what it's like on top / I don't gotta wonder 'cause I call the shots […] /
My blood runs cold and my feet run faster / I still got heart, I hear a heart don't matter / Say what you want and it'll be your last words / It ain't a secret, I got a hit list / And baby, you're up next /
Stack 'em up, stack 'em up / Teach 'em not to fuck with me / Bag 'em up, bag 'em up / Let 'em know who runs these streets / Take 'em down, take 'em down / Count 'em out like one, two, three / Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one / To the body count /
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T r i g g e r W a r n i n g !
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💙 Bullet by Hollywood Undead 💙
Gone too far and yeah I'm gone again / It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends / I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends / One’s a bottle of pills, one’s a bottle of Gin / I'm twenty stories up, yeah I'm up at the top / I'll polish off this bottle, now it's pushing me off / Asphalt to me has never looked so soft / I bet my momma found my letter, now she’s calling the cops / I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it / 'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance / Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent / 'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is / I've been trying too long, with too dull of a knife / But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice / I never bought a suit before in my life / But when you go to meet god, you know you wanna look nice /
We hit the sky, there goes the light / No more sun, why's it always night / When you can't sleep, well, you can't dream / When you can't dream, well, what’s life mean? / We feel a little pity, but don't empathize / The old are getting older, watch a young man die […] /
When you were young, you never thought you'd die / Found that you could but too scared to try / You looked in the mirror and you said goodbye / Climb to the roof to see if you could fly /
So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow / Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow
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𝕐𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕠 𝔸𝕜𝕚𝕜𝕠
💙 Brunette Ambition by Qveen Herby 💙
'Cause it's been three weeks and four days / No days off, just runways / I’m fucked up, I'll throw shade / Outwork you on a bad day […] /
On a mission, got no competition / It's hard to sleep with brunette ambition / Revenge is sweet, pussy: my religion / They say slow down, but I never listen /
Old me forsaken, these rules are for breaking / I get lonely with no new friends / Associate, but they can't relate / When you want the world, they’re uncomfortable /
This one is 50% lyrics, 50% overall energy of the song. Yosano is a bad bitch, and I love her.
💙 STFD by TeZATalks 💙 [Flash Warning for epilepsy]
I'm not here to take no names or reservations / I'm the devil telling Satan I'm just wild / Sit the fuck down / Imma kill it let me live just how I'm livin' / Ghetto heart with good intentions / I'm just wild / Sit the fuck down /
I'm chasing freedom for the fearless / I gotta do it 'cause I can't chase fear myself / I'm 'bout as broken as I confess / But better than most that lay cower / Proud of who they crowd / You don't know me / Coming to take your crown / Bow down / You know that I can do better, better / I don't need you to come in and show me how / Settle down / Cause you know that I can do better, better /
This song is mostly just the vibe for me. Quite…. unapologetic. Like the badass bitch vibe Yosano gives off, despite (or probably especially because of) her past.
💙 Nur mir (only to myself) by Elif 💙
Can’t believe what’s happening to me / Your words have manipulated me / I shouldn’t lose the connection to myself / Because otherwise your words will always stay with me / At first, you were there for me / But then you wanted me as your property […] / This city is big enough for the two of us / I have to share it with 4 million others anyway / I get onto the same train, stand on the same platform / Oh, everything’s profit (to you), everything’s yours /
But I only belong to myself, only to myself / Belong to myself, only to myself / Not to her, not to him, not to you /
💙 Disease by Hollywood Undead 💙
Our words are broken but they’re spoken aloud / So come together, come together again / The time is now, let Armageddon begin / They say beginnings always start with the ends / I say forever and forever, Amen /
Forget what you are / Forget what you feel / We stand apart but fall together / Nothing ever lasts forever /
We’re born to live, we’re born to die / We’re forced to swallow these pills and to never ask why / What I’ve become, why can’t you see / That everybody, everybody, everybody’s got this disease? /
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𝔼𝕕𝕠𝕘𝕒𝕨𝕒 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕡𝕠
💙 The Wolf by SIAMÉS 💙
Each and every day / Hiding from the sunshine / Wandering in the shade / Not too old, not too young / Every night again / Dancing with the moonlight / Somewhere far away / I can hear your call […] / Ain’t no fairytale / What I see in your eyes / Awaiting your mistake / Not too close, not too far /
Honestly, finding a song for Ranpo somehow was harder than it should’ve been lmao Originally, this song is about addiction, but if you read them in the sense of it being about a criminal, whom Ranpo is about to catch, it makes more sense. I am sorry I can’t provide a better song for him right now djhfksjlhdfujhhgkfc
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𝕂𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝔻𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠
💙 Fuck You by Silent Child 💙
Am I wasting my breath on you / Feels like my words are never getting through, yeah / I never said I hate you to someone so much before / I'm light headed when we talk and then you shut the door, god damn / Like what are we still talking for, yeah /
I really hope you don’t see tomorrow / I tried to play nice with you / 'Cause all you ever do is try to fuck up my day / And you were successful / (But I know the truth) / No you don't have anything better to do / Everything you ever loved has tried to escape you / So why would I want anything to do with you /
Fuck you /
Don’t lie, he would blast this at full volume when Dazai fucks up his schedule again HAHAHA (I love their dynamic)
💙 Waiting by Zhavia Ward 💙
The truth is you don't even / Know what the hell you believe / But you should believe / Lions don't lose sleep / Over the opinions of sheep /
So if you're waitin' / To watch me fall / Watch me fall / Watch me fall / I'ma keep you waitin' / To watch me fall / Watch me fall / Watch me fall / I'ma keep you waitin' /
Empire State kinda view / And I'm up here with the crew / I got the feelin' that you wishin' / You could be up here too / Maybe I should feel bad for you / Be a little sentimental / But I don't, no I won't / Make excuses for you to hide behind /
This one makes me think of the time Fyodor tried to break him mentally by making that little girl sacrifice herself (Season 3), but he got back up pretty quickly again after having his ideals get shaken like that.
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𝔽𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕐𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚
💙 S.C.A.V.A. by Hollywood Undead 💙
Here's the massacre, a mausoleum fit for me / Lived a hundred years, a hundred years I didn't see / Gave all my hope away, isn't any left for me? / Bombs are splitting atoms, what can the future bring? / We can fill a million choirs and wait till children sing / We can walk a million miles and end up in the sea / And our lungs just keep filling and lying when we breathe / The world's filled with liars, liars like me / And I look at my child, it's finite, this feeling / Eyes blue like the sky, I see all of this meaning / I reach up to God and I ask if I'm dreaming […] /
Everybody says greetings and goodbyes / Everybody pays, no one knows the price / We know the price of sin, the sin of sacrifice / I know I'll sin again, but who can save me twice? / How much can we ask? You'll get the answer first / How much can we kneel with the air that chills the earth? / The air keeps getting colder, my knees keep hitting dirt / The innocent can cry without the guilty getting hurt / You ask who you love and you don't know, no, do you? / The spirit of God just passes right through you / You gave away heaven, handed right to you / And I can see it all, tell me, is it true? /
Fukuzawa is that anime character that’s visibly been through a lot of shit (and has done a lot of shit as well, even morally grey or black), which could be why he’s so stern and not a man of many words. Marked by life, if you will. He also gives off a very “wise man” kinda vibe right from the beginning, so I think that this song somewhat fits him because it is wondering about the state of the world and human nature.
💙 Courtesy Call by Thousand Foot Krutch 💙
This is your last warning / A courtesy call / I am not afraid / Of the storm that comes my way / When it hits it shakes me to the core / And makes me stronger than before / It’s not a question about trust / But will you stand with us? […] /
There’s a rumble in the floor / So get prepared for war / When it hits it’ll knock you to the ground / When it shakes up everything around / But survivial is a must / So will you stand with us? /
This song just has that badass vibe. And no one can deny that Fukuzawa has a badass and intimidating vibe as well as he seems so stern and stoic most of the time.
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𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕦
💙 Nesimtit by Mark Stam 💙
I don't have lots of cash / But enough for me to buy you an ice cream / For us to go on a walk / And for you to whisper to me in the waves of the ocean / I've taken some days from the border / And I put some behind the door, on ice / For cloudy weather / So that we can have them when the movie of life passes […] /
Let me be your lifeline / When your world is in the process of demolition / Let your dreams fly / I promise, we'll catch them somewhere around the sun /
Oddly enough, the Tanizaki siblings were just as hard for me as Ranpo… There aren’t really that many songs that would make me think of them. But this Romanian one made me (partly) think of him, I also think it’s cute and would probably fit him lol Especially the last four lines make me think of him and Naomi. After all, he’d even burn down the whole world if it was for her sake. All in all, this just sounds like him in the sense of a really supporting person/friend/brother.
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𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕜𝕚 ℕ𝕒𝕠𝕞𝕚
💙 You Should See Me In A Crown by Billie Eilish 💙
You say, "Come over, baby / I think you're pretty" / I'm okay, I'm not your baby / If you think I'm pretty /
You should see me in a crown / I'm gonna run this nothing town / Watch me make 'em bow / One by one by one / One by one by / You should see me in a crown / Your silence is my favorite sound / Watch me make 'em bow / One by one by one / One by one by one /
Naomi isn’t giving me the same “badass bitch” vibe as Yosano does, but she does have that “badass princess” vibe. Is that making any kind of sense? Like, she does not have an ability, but she is neither dumb nor completely helpless in all situations. So, there is a slight badass vibe, but not the “I can and I. W i l l . Kick your stupid. Bitch. Ass.” – so a…. “badass princess”? Because she also has that elegant aura about her. I hope I am making sense…?
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ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕠 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕠
💙 2! 3! by BTS 💙
We know that you are happy right now / That you're slaying right now / You have all what you deserve / And we are so damn proud / But you're people, like us / You have spars, you get hurt / You get tired of the pressure / You get tired of the rush / God, thank you so much! / For giving us the chance / To tell you that we're here for you / And this will never change /
Lay on us / When dark times come and surround you / Our light will help you to get through / Our love is gonna heal you / Lay on us / The ones who would go to space to / Steal some stars just to give you 'cause it would make you feel good / We're gonna stay with you forever, until the end / We swear that we're not going anywhere / Yeah we're not going anywhere / We know the road can be so tough / But with holding hands / Together we take a nice deep breath /
Haruno strikes me as the kind of person, who’d be a really supportive friend, so I thought this might fit her. I have not seen much of her and her character neither in the anime nor in the manga yet, so I don’t really know whether this is any good or if it does her any justice.
On the other hand, I feel this song would also fit the Tanizaki siblings well.
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𝕄𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕚
💙 Puste sie weg (blow them away) by Kontra K 💙
Love in the air – blow it away / 9mm on the chest – then blow it away / 3g on the mirror – better blow it away / And the wind will do the rest / Hate in the air – blow it away / Pressure on the chest again – then blow it away / Seven sins in my head – better blow it away / And the wind will do the rest […] /
Because everyone’s talking, talking, talking too much / But unfortunately never do it, do it, do it / And I don’t hate, hate, hate the player / But I’d rather kill a whole team by myself /
I’d rather have three, four warriors than one thousand “brothers” / I’d rather pick up cents from the ground than break bread with liars / I’d rather be broke like I used to be than be a part time dealer / I’d rather have a heart of gold than sharing with no one at all (no one) /
Hatred in the air – blow it away / Pressure on the chest again – then blow it away / Seven sins in my head – better blow it away / And the wind will do the rest /
Take the lyrics quite literally, “blow them away”. The feeling of this song fits him, I think, because of his sheer strength. He just blows away hatred, malice, etc. and is unaffected by any of it as his heart and his head stay innocent and pure, even if naive.
I have to say though, it can be a pun, especially the part of “9mm (gun) on the chest” would be most obvious for it (especially considering that the “on the chest” part does not specify in German whether it’s your own chest or you are holding a gun to someone’s else’s chest lol). In general “puste xy weg” means to blow it away with the air out of your mouth, but colloquially it can also mean gunning down something or someone. And if you apply that meaning to every single line with “blow it away”, the meaning turns around from not letting it bother you to killing it, which I find interesting with this character. (Because he definitely has great potential to actually kill someone with his ability alone.) Though what I thought when I heard this song was that it might fit him with the meaning of him letting nothing bother him.
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𝕀𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕚 𝕂𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕜𝕒
💙 Alaska by Elif 💙
Sometimes I’m thinking, I’m going insane like everyone else / They said I’d be going nuts and yeah, I’m starting to believe them / -7°C, I’m walking through the city park by myself / The down jacket is keeping me warm, but in my heart, there’s Alaska /
I don’t know what love is / No matter how much of it I get, I need more of it / It’s tearing me apart on the inside / When I, once again, don’t know where I’ll be getting it from / Even my therapist says, he doesn’t know any further / My dark side, it’s stronger than the good one / My youth was poisened, the future is uncertain / It is how it is yeah, it is how it is /
💙 Godsent by Smash Into Pieces 💙
I used to share, I used to care / The good in me is gone I'm bad / I used to give, I used to feel / The things you did will never heal / Take a look at me now / See what I've become / I will no longer feed the machine / Can't control the monster in me, no / The way that I feel / Makes it harder to breathe / When I'm thinking about you / The monster is real /
This makes me think of her in the Port Mafia.
💙 Boomerang by Smash Into Pieces 💙
I've been gone for a while now / But only to gain my power / I've been fighting my demons / And I'm back up on my feet (and now) / The harder you fall down / The stronger you come back later / Now I feel like an army / And I've only just begun /
This one in turn makes me think of her in the Agency.
💙 Circles (제자리) by G.Soul 💙
Oh, we know the ending / No matter how you escape / Here again / Always come back to me / Back again / Eventually / Here again / Why is it so hard to leave? / Here again / We always stay here […] / Answer me, I don’t know, no / Just don’t know / You’re getting stuck / Forever / Oh, we know the ending / No matter how you escape / Here again /
This makes me think of what Kouyou (I hope I am remembering her name correctly) was saying about her as a flower of darkness, as she was kind of turning in circles (no pun intended)–between wanting to be in the light and “accepting” that she only belongs into the darkness–at the beginning before she finally joined the Agency.
💙 Excuses (변명) by G.Soul 💙
I told you not to be too good to me / That it would make it too hard on you / No matter what you say now / I don’t hear a word of it […] / Even though I may be making a mistake / Even though I may regret this as time goes on / Baby, I think that we should just end it here now /
Even though the song in total has a different vibe (and story lmao), these parts of the lyrics makes me think of Kyouka telling Atsushi that there is no saving her, and that the light is no place for her (directly after saving her from the Port Mafia). It kinda makes me think of the part, specifically, where Atsushi suggests going on a “date” and at the end of it, Kyouka wants the last place they go to to be the police station.
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𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕚 & 𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚
💙 Sing To Me by Missio 💙
Somehow I got nominated as a king of sadness / Got so much I know that I could even feed the birds / And that's why / I prayed, I prayed, God sent me right to voicemail / It's like, all day my vanity is for sale / Take it away, my head is in my own hell /
Sing to me, I am not doing well / Getting tired of my own words / Sing to me 'cause I can't hear myself / Through the loudness of my own hurts / Call me selfish when I say this, say this / I'm kinda helpless, and I need you / Sing to me 'cause I'm not doing well /
Somebody told me that there's two sides to this life / I think I might've chosen darkness over light /
These two are two sides of the same coin, but no side is brighter than the other. I feel like they are kind of mirroring each other in the way they feel about themselves, which is why these lyrics mirror both of them towards each other as both are in need of salvation as they’re drowning in their own minds. Dazai is just better at hiding it from Atsushi.
💙 Namae wo yobu yo (Call A Name) by Luck Life (Season 1 Ending) 💙
I was searching / For the reason I’m able to remain as myself / If there’s a version of me / That exists within your heart / That even amid the darkness on this long, hilly road / I feel I can become a new me / Able to make my way through / So that each of us, walking our individual moments, can keep on smiling / So that we can keep moving forward, exploring the meaning of life together / I’ll call out a name / Your name / So that you can remain who you are /
Technically, lyrically it’s the entirety of the song, but I will not write down all of it lmao And it’s the Atsushi and Dazai parallels here again. It’s not just the ending with the animation that shows it for me, but the lyrics reflect both of them in them as well. I absolutely loved this ending. I never ship characters as I do not care about that, but I really love these two (separately)~ (What they mean for each other aka what they might mean for each other in the future [peace of mind/finding worth for Atsushi, and a reason to live for Dazai, etc.], how they’re already helping each other [Dazai helping Atsushi with feeling worthless, and Dazai finding a bit of piece of mind], etc. etc. etc.) I haven’t loved 2 characters in an anime as much as this in quite a long time (The last time was Kougami and Akane in Psycho Pass) as I find making up characters as complex as them and make them fit together as well as them/make them complement each other/balance each other out is actually pretty hard to do really well.
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Making up this list took waaaaay longer than it should’ve. (I did not include Katai because I couldn’t think of a single song for him, sorry.)
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Sickdays 6, May 23rd: Red
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Summary: "Most of his hearing is taken up by the blood rushing in his ears, and his vision is clouded at best, but his other senses are working just fine – the taste of blood and bile in his mouth is familiar yet unbearable, the searing pain in his body is familiar yet similarly unbearable, and the stench of blood lingering everywhere is familiar and makes him want to puke again."
Warnings: Blood, vomit, injuries, hinted suicidal ideation bc it’s Dazai
Still Saturday in the States bitches.
Ao3
Chuuya pitches over the side of the bed and throws up another mouthful of blood. Most of it ends up in the bucket instead of the floor this time, but it’s not much of a relief – Dazai won’t be complaining as much, sure, but Dazai really isn’t complaining about much at the moment anyway. He can’t afford to, even if Chuuya is sure he’d love to, because Chuuya himself is the one throwing up blood and feeling like he’s going to spontaneously combust if he as much as sits up. His bones are on fire, his insides feel like they’ve liquified into nothing but blood, his joints are probably going to either snap or pulverize at any given moment, and he really, really fucking hates Corruption.
He can still feel the ghosts of the red markings on his skin, where it feels raw in a burn-like fashion even though the only thing visible is the bruising. He doesn’t know if his insides can be bruised, but they sure as hell feel like they are.
According to Dazai, he was under for nearly ten minutes, which is damn near the longest he’s ever used it for. He’s not entirely sure where he is, because while he is aware that it’s a safehouse, there’s nothing he can use to tell whether it’s a mafia safehouse, an ADA safehouse, or maybe one of Dazai’s personal ones. He hasn’t seen much beyond the small bedroom he’s in now, having been very much unconscious when arriving. He would like to have that unconsciousness back, now.
Dazai is talking on the phone just outside the room, clearly not caring whether Chuuya hears him or not. He does, though only barely and most of that, too, is too much for him to comprehend. He’s fairly sure he’s feverish, with the way he feels like he’s simultaneously burning and freezing, and with the nausea constantly surging through him.
Most of his hearing is taken up by the blood rushing in his ears, and his vision is clouded at best, but his other senses are working just fine – the taste of blood and bile in his mouth is familiar yet unbearable, the searing pain in his body is familiar yet similarly unbearable, and the stench of blood lingering everywhere is familiar and makes him want to puke again. There’s blood crusted in his hair. He knows he’s still bleeding internally, and he’s fairly sure he’s also bleeding externally, even if he can’t tell where. He almost wants to use For the Tainted Sorrow to force the blood back where it’s supposed to be, but just the thought of activating his power sends a wave of panic through him so fast his breath catches. The phantom markings on his skin feel like they’re sapping him of his control.
Chuuya opens his mouth, maybe to call for Dazai or maybe to just curse his fucking existence, but all that comes out is a choked noise, and then he’s hurling blood again. It feels like his lungs are drowning in it, and motherfucking fuck they just might be. His arms are shaking from the attempt to support him so he can throw up more blood in the general direction of the bucket. His vision is currently shit, though, eyes feeling like they have partially melted, so he can’t be held accountable if he misses it. He’s seeing blurred lines at best, and gray patches all around, and everything is twisting and swirling.
Hell. He might just be dying.
He leans back and tries to focus on breathing. The rattling in his lungs is audible, and even if it wasn’t, he can feel the air crackling in his throat. He feels heavy, in a way he usually only feels when Dazai is touching him, and so often it’s a pleasant feeling; now, though, it feels like it’s crushing his chest. He doesn’t think he’s getting enough oxygen. He’s too tired to panic about it, but he sure as hell isn’t tired enough to be pissed about it.
The details of what happened are hazy at best, but Chuuya is blaming Dazai anyway. The fucker most definitely had the chance to stop Corruption well before almost ten minutes, so Chuuya’s current state of being little more than a pained sack of blood is most definitely Dazai’s fault.
When it comes down to it, most shitty things in Chuuya’s life are.
He blacks out for a moment, or at least he thinks he does, because he blinks and suddenly Dazai is standing next to him, stupid bandages ragged and blood in his hair, and Chuuya can’t decide whether it’s startling or comforting to see him instead of just hearing his voice through the doorway. He likes seeing Dazai, though, even if he is pissed at him – at least the bastard is still here. Hasn’t left him behind this time.
It’s depressing that this is his life now. That after all these years he’s still in love with Dazai, who may or may not fuck right off without notice anytime and leave him with his dysfunctional Ability that could kill Chuuya without him.
There must be something in his eyes, or on his face, because Dazai gives him this little smile that made Chuuya accidentally destroy entire buildings as a teenager, and still makes something flutter pleasantly in his chest. Something presses against his hand and it takes him a moment to figure out that Dazai has taken it and is rubbing his thumb on his knuckles.
“Yosano-sensei will be here soon,” Dazai says, free hand absently moving to fiddle with Chuuya’s hair.
If that’s the case, and Chuuya can’t really see a reason for Dazai to lie even if he’s always searching for one, it must be an ADA safehouse, then. Dazai wouldn’t compromise his personal ones like that, and having two ADA members, both of whom Mori wants for himself, at a Port Mafia safehouse wouldn’t be very smart, or, well, safe.
“So try not to die before that, okay?” There’s an irritating, cheerful quality to his voice, but Chuuya knows it’s a cover, a lie, so he leaves it be. He turns his head so that Dazai’s hand shifts to his cheek.
“I’m pretty sure I’m actively bleeding out, you shitty mackerel.” It’s remarkable how little he feels about that fact; mild annoyance, at most. It’s not like he wants to die – he’s not Dazai – but death’s door is a familiar place, and he’s been aware for a long time now that one of these days he’s going to step over the threshold. He accepted that the day he first used Corruption voluntarily.
Dazai says nothing to that. His thumb comes to stroke Chuuya’s cheekbone, and he doesn’t jostle Chuuya awake when Chuuya dozes off.
When he comes to, there are two voices just outside the room, Dazai and a woman Chuuya faintly recognizes as Yosano Akiko. Dazai is explaining and Yosano is asking questions, so they’re either talking about him or talking about work.
Chuuya tastes blood in his mouth.
Yosano Akiko is an intimidating woman, even to someone who has trained under Ozaki Kouyou. She’s taller than Chuuya (a lot of people are, yes, he knows), and exudes an air of cold professionalism with a hint of sadism – all qualities Chuuya is familiar with, but her unique blend of them commands such attention and respect even before she walks in that all Chuuya can do once she does is stare and nod at her even if the motion pulls at something unpleasant in his neck.
She wastes no time, barely bothering to explain her Ability to him, and then he’s not bleeding anymore. He still feels like shit, though, because her Ability fixes injuries and nothing but injuries, so the phantom markings on his skin stay, and the bone-deep exhaustion that Corruption leaves him with doesn’t go anywhere. Just the injuries.
So at least he’s not dying today.
“You owe me a favor for this,” she says, already packing her things. “One each.” Dazai looks like he’s about to protest, makes an indignant squawk but nothing more.
“Sure,” Chuuya replies, a beat late. He does own his life to her, after all, so no point trying to deny a favor.
(He owes his life to a lot of people. He tries not to think about that.)
Now that he’s not choking on blood anymore, the exhaustion is claiming him fast. He tries to fight it, but he can’t pay attention to the instructions Yosano is giving Dazai when there’s no sharp pain keeping him alert.
God knows why, but he trusts Dazai; has trusted him for the past eight years, even the four filled with uncertainty and anger. So he lets himself drift off to the sound of Dazai’s voice and trusts that it’s safe to do so.
There’s a soft brush against his forehead and No Longer Human surges through him.
Yeah.
Safe.
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