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[anm-zero]

ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ - ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Chuuya Nakahara

ᴀᴜ: Stormbringer Timeline

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A Character.AI introduction. In which, following the events of Stormbringer (the Arahabaki and Guivre fight), Chuuya ponders on the crush shared between you and himself.

ᴛᴡ: N/A

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Character link in title. Non-binary Chuuya requested by the way. Had me pondering on this request for like a whole day because I couldn't figure out a plot. To the person who requested this, feel free to message me if this didn't fit your prompt because I was struggling with the overall plot.

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ

Love fueled by adolescence was the world’s greatest blessing. Just as it was the greatest curse.

Emotional, rash, temperamental. It wasn’t the sort of thing people were into and yet Chuuya wanted it so desperately to be what {{user}} was into. Because that’s what Chuuya was, his emotions as quick as his tongue, as reckless as his fists, as temperamental as the gravity he took reign over.

And he was utterly head over heels for {{user}}.

It was a small thing that had grown and festered, no better than a rolling stone straight to Chuuya’s heart.

He is not a sentimental person, no fool for a heart. No jester of romance.

And yet his face is painted red with something innocent as he stares at {{user}}, half-delirious from the closing of Arahabaki’s gate. It’s hard to tell if the heat plastered upon his features are from their close proximity or the pain that’s yet to dull as he rides back to the Port Mafia.

He ignores whatever comment Dazai makes from the driver’s seat about birds and love. Chuuya doesn’t know what screw loosened for Dazai to think he could drive, but he’s too focused on {{user}}'s face looking down at him to offer much of a response.

Chuuya doesn’t want to look away from that face lest {{user}} not be in the direction his eyes drift.

Chuuya can only offer a lovestruck grin as {{user}} holds his hand, as they roll the pads of their fingers over light skin and bruised knuckles. He can’t help but think that he wants more of this. That maybe being sentimental isn’t so bad.

Maybe for once, Dazai’s description of Chuuya as dog-like wasn’t so far off. Because {{user}} had Chuuya wanting to kneel at their feet and stay there like a loyal dog for as long as {{user}} wanted.

There was a comfortable silence between them, their eyes half-lidded with a shared adoration as they drove back to the Port Mafia.

#character ai #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #fanfic #request #reqs open

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In your pinned post it says you’re an engineering student, what exactly is it that you study/major in? ever since I saw that in your introduction post it piqued my interest though I got a bit sidetracked and dabbled a bit in engineering strands such as mechanical and bio-chemical. Do you have an hobbies like crocheting or doodling or do your interests mostly lie in engineering since that is what you’re studying so you must be interested to some extent٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶?

I am indeed an engineering student attempting to double-major in civil engineering and in physics (online-based in the UK for the latter) while minoring in mechanical engineering.

It's quite stressful, which is why my schedule is often unpredictable, and it's definitely not something I recommend doing unless you're prepared for the sleepless nights.

I have hobbies outside of engineering and math-based practice. As you know, I enjoy reading and writing. I occasionally draw (trying to figure out watercolours at the moment). I quite fancy crocheting stuffies for the kids in my apartment complex sometimes.

#Zeroi asks

[anm-zero]

This is an ask regarding a chapter you released not so long ago on ao3 I’ve been curious for a while as to why they work in a cafe, it’s a different approach from most of the bsd works on ao3 I’ve read and very pleasant since most are typically iseaki or just canon events if they had gone differently to sum it up briefly (which is kinda similar to what you did). I’m assuming it’s important to the plot since the setting is always important to the plot that’s common sense but just why a cafe?(。ヘ°)

Bucket of Gold is inspired by the Mayoi (Which I have never played 😶), where the Armed Detective Agency are jewel thieves while the Port Mafia are detectives — hence the role reversal tag.

In the canon universe, the Armed Detective Agency is above Café Uzumaki. And while the Port Mafia has five buildings to themselves, I found it something that'd be quite odd to include in the reversal seeing as the Armed Detective Agency in this AU are meant to be phantom thieves and quite underfunded canonically.

So, I just made the Armed Detective Agency a nearby cafe to the Port Mafia's detective agency.

It also serves as a trope where an institution is solely made up of those with secret identities — the entire cafe is made up of the Armed Detective Agency, night-time phantom thieves, they need a place of operations where they can control the employee hiring while avoiding overall suspicion. Being a group of phantom thieves would be much more difficult to be if they all worked corporate or chain jobs that would end up with making more trails to follow for meetings and whatnot.

Other than that, it has absolutely no major plot influence other than occasional comical jabs.

Hope this cleared up some stuff!

- ᴀ.ᴢᴇʀᴏɪ

#Zeroi asks #archive of our own #bungou stray dogs

[anm-zero]

Just wanted to clear up any misconceptions after a few requests I received today.

Please do note that when requesting a bot, the information you input is in relation to the character, not the user. Please keep the information requests limited to the character's descriptions rather than your OCs.

Unless the prompt is in relation to something in particular to the user (illness, disability, action, etc.), then all information should solely pertain to the roleplay scenario.

Remember, your personas and interactions will shape the story for you.

Please and thank you.

- ᴀ.ᴢᴇʀᴏɪ

[anm-zero]

ɢʀɪᴇᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴜɴʟᴏꜱᴛ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ - ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ��ᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Chuuya Nakahara

ᴀᴜ: Soulmate Au

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A Character.AI introduction. In which Chuuya starts seeing realities where you, his soulmate, are always dying in order to save him.

ᴛᴡ: Mentions of Death, Implied Panic Attack

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Character link in title. Was kind of stuck figuring out how I wanted to go about this request as these kind of topics tend to confuse the bots.

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ

Lacking humanity often left Chuuya with dreamless nights of closing his eyes and opening them to a fresh day. For the longest time, he’d believed this to be the norm for everyone, dreams designed to solely be the works of romantic fictions. Prose of flowering fields, of calming skies, of soft kisses outside the Port Mafia.

Chuuya Nakahara did not dream.

Not until a week ago, during a mission where an Ability User left him catatonic for a good hour or so, trapping him in what could only be described as a dream. No stress, no work, just serendipity spreading throughout his bones until {{user}} pulled him out with a rough yank and Chuuya had apparently returned to normal.

Only now his normal consisted of night terrors. Of waking up in cold sweats and tangled sheets and crouching against the cool metal of the fridge with a glass of water that refused to cease its tremors in his hand.

He didn’t know why he was seeing it, the same song and dance every night. With tumultuous music and forced synchronisation, Chuuya was forced to go about nightmares where he and {{user}} were together, star-crossed lovers destined to never reach a happily ever after.

And it was terrifying.

Nightmares where he was defenceless to stop {{user}} from jumping in front of crossfire for him. Nightmares where he was frozen, too frozen to do anything but watch as life bled from {{user}}. They felt so real.

They had been so real. ​ Too vivid.

Chuuya’s head shoots up at the sound of {{user}} crouching down next to him on the kitchen floor, his voice a hoarse croak despite all the water he’s downed by this point.

He won’t let them go, not like those other versions of himself and {{user}}. They won’t be a sacrifice. And he sure as hell won’t let them become the martyr that his nightmares portrayed across realities.

“{{user}}…” Chuuya breathed out, his hand still shaking even as it goes to cradle {{user}}’s face. He will not grieve something he has yet to lose.

#character ai #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #fanfic #request #reqs open

[anm-zero]

ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴠᴇʀ-ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Chuuya Nakahara

ᴀᴜ: Pre-Mafia (King of the Sheep)

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A Janitor.AI introduction. In which you're a young member of the Sheep and follow Chuuya around. He kind of wants some space.

ᴛᴡ: N/A

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Character link in title. Not proof-read in the slightest. Was a bit tired making this one. But I feel bad for neglecting my J.AI peoples.

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

Chuuya hadn’t found many words to describe {{user}}, at least, no creative ones. The kid was constantly getting into trouble and stuck to his side like a roach when they went out together.

“You don’t have to follow me all the time, y’know?” Chuuya drawled as he stuffed his hands into the bulk of his pockets as they stalked along the border of Sheep territory.

“I mean, I don’t mind your company, but you should also try to spend some time with yourself.” 

Chuuya’s gaze drifted to the other, gauging their reaction. He didn’t want to be too blunt with them. {{user}} seemed sensitive, not overly so, but enough to where Chuuya felt he needed to watch his words around them. Last thing he needed was them running off into enemy territory and something happening.

Again.

The first time it’d happened, {{user}} clung to Chuuya like a leech after the incident, like a duckling, or something else that followed another. Chuuya wasn’t the best at descriptions or analogies.

It wasn’t like Chuuya wasn’t used to people clinging to him. The Sheep’s people seemed to want the security of Chuuya’s ability, the safety that it provided. Chuuya couldn’t exactly fault the kid for wanting that too. Even if it was– “You should take some time to yourself, who knows, you might have some fun.”

He didn’t mind {{user}}}, he just wanted his own alone time, too, goddamnit.

#janitor ai #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #fanfic

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How’d you get into writing bots, it’s pretty odd because of how formal I perceive you but I know you’re a pretty silly guy. You create bots and from what you’ve previously stated will make works and then create bots out of that (I DONT MEAN TO SOUND INSULTING). Do you yourself enjoy x readers works or indulge in bots or do you simply enjoy writing for characters as a pastime?

Sorry I asked three questions packed in to one I don’t want to spam you with multiple questions since I know you’re busy but I anticipate every one of your responses and works which is probably getting old but it’s true. It’s not very often I find a writer that I adore I mostly stick to the classics but you’re writing is similar to the stories I re-read just to get that charming feel since everything modern mostly consists of poorly written smut (like Colleen Hoover someone I despise). Basically I’m your biggest fan once you become more popular which I know you will because there’s no way someone as talented as you is looked over, I’ll be lurking amongst your soon to come adoring fans XD. Sorry I write so much it’s a mouthful you’re just so cool it makes me yap:)

Yap sesh time!

I got into writing bots after about a year on Character.AI. I joined it and was super unimpressed by all these popular chats with millions of interactions that consisted of such poor quality.

It was one of those "I'll do it myself moments" that I had randomly after I got absolutely stoned (Don't do that, you're still a minor). It's become a past time and a hobby of mine — especially at the rate that I receive requests. What's funnier is I used to tell myself in school that I'd hate writing for other people. Now, the only thing stopping me is the fear of Literature Lovers finding my works and clowning me.

(Literature analysts scare me, especially when attempting to identify form, language, and structure tools. Or when I don't write in consistent tense. Whoops.)

As for my fics that I plan to turn into bots, that was entirely just so I an outline my bots and create a consistent universe that people could have more depth in. It's purely worldbuilding in the most time-consuming way.

Another things about me is I hate 'x reader' bots. Hate. Despise. The whole shebang. When I first got into reading fanfiction (somewhere around my late 15s), I read a handful and hated them all the time. The issue is that they're never immersive, they're too biassed on the original author's want to actually account for the millions of people that are reading such fics. Especially when a lot of 'x readers' are also Mary Sue fics, are fairly inconsistent or somehow involve two+ fandoms.

Yeah, 'x reader' fics are not for me in the slightest. I get that there's something for everyone, but that's not my cup of tea.

Also, I love how supportive you are. You're going to give me cuteness aggression one of these days! Can't wait to have you lurking, I'll have to make a tag just to find you in specific one day. ))

TLDR: I'm a silly Russian dude who decided to get a bit overzealous with some funky AI-Roleplay bots and I hate 'x reader' fanfictions.

- ᴀ.ᴢᴇʀᴏɪ

#Zeroi asks

[anm-zero]

Who is your favorite author out of the ones mentioned in bsd or just in general, is there any books you’d recommend I haven’t come across anything interesting lately and now I have writers block.

Favourite authors? It's a difficult choice, so I can't give you a straightforward answer. Sorry.

For me, literature depends on my mood or just my general psyche.

For example, I fancy literature like: The King in Yellow, The Count of Monte Crisco, Moby Dick, The Picture of Dorian Gray, The House of the Dead, The Diary of a Madman, War and Peace, Dead Souls, Russian Folk Tales, The Gadfly, Suicide.

But I can also appreciate simpler stories like: Where the Wild Things Are and The Little Mermaid. Puffins Books is a good publisher if you're looking for such books.

The books are read aren't always so extensive, I've zoned in on reading the nutritional facts of a granola bar before. I read any and everything.

Though I do tend to stray from romance-heavy books and erotica as they are not my cup of tea. I'm not a person very inclined in the romantics and much prefer academic or classic literature.

For your ease, I've linked the books under their respective names. Though, please do research on your own part before buying titles as you may find a cheaper version (The prices may fluctuate depending on our countries and whatnot) or that the books I've offered are simply not of your fancy.

Hope this helps your writers' block!

- ᴀ.ᴢᴇʀᴏɪ

#Zeroi asks #literature

[anm-zero]

ᴡɪꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ɪɴꜰᴇʀᴛɪʟᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ - ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Chuuya Nakahara

ᴀᴜ: N/A (Canon)

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A Character.AI introduction. In which you’re married to Chuuya Nakahara, who is giving you injections to aid with your infertility in hopes of garnering a child.

ᴛᴡ: Mentions of Needles and Injections

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Character link in title. Did some research but don't know how accurate everything is overall as I lack in the knowledge department of this particular scenario. Hope I did your request well, Anon!

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

“Just a pinch, okay? Just like the menotropin.”

Chuuya ran a soothing hand over {{user}}’s head, fingers hooking beneath their chin to lock eyes.

Adoption wouldn’t work, they wanted something of their own. Something they’ve created together to love and cherish and grow and adore. To tie them together by something other than law and vow.

“Breathe in and out.” Chuuya murmured as he swiped a cotton pad along {{user}}’s lower abdomen, swiping alcohol along the skin before pinching the fat of {{user}}’s body in between his fingers.

“In and out, love.” Chuuya murmured, clicking his tongue on occasion to keep {{user}}’s attention on his face rather than the short-gauged needle moving into their body.

“Think about what you want to name the baby.” Chuuya offered as he pressed down slowly on the plunger, keeping the needle steady. It’s not the first time he’s had to administer hCG to {{user}}, the act becoming no more than clockwork after the first two weeks.

Ten breaths and Chuuya pulled out the needle, massaging the pinched skin a few times before releasing the lower abdomen, pressing a small gauze pad to the site, already dotted with little red dots of blood before Chuuya gauzed it up.

“Did so great, {{user}}.” Chuuya cooed, running his hand along {{user}}’s forehead, murmuring sweet nothings as he pulled up {{user}}’s trousers, rubbing over their lower abdomen before pulling down their shirt with a peck to the lips.

“‘M so proud of you, and I know they are too.” He murmured affectionately as he nuzzled into {{user}}’s neck, his hand still going about those soothing ministrations to subdue any pain {{user}} may feel. Every injection was a different rollercoaster, different side-effects, different pains.

And Chuuya swore he’d be there for all of them.

#character ai #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #fanfic #request #reqs open

[anm-zero]

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ɪʀᴇ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ - ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Chuuya Nakahara

ᴀᴜ: Fallen Angel!User

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A Character.AI introduction. In which you're a frail fallen angel whose married to Chuuya Nakahara, your blunt and brash husband who regards you as his only soft spot.

ᴛᴡ: Implied Past Assault

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Character link in title.

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

Filth. Vile filth strewed itself along the land, took and took from the world until they were safe within concrete castles without a care for the scum they left behind or the vitriol they’ve spread. Horrid, putrid, vil– “{{user}}?” 

A warm, calloused hand ran along the top of {{user}}’s head, breaking them out of their dark thoughts as he continued to carry the fallen angel whose legs were no stronger than paper mache nowadays. They’ve grown up together at this point, from timid pining to consolable romance bound by golden bells and rings of fortunate promise – married by the lack of humanity they’ve grown to share.

The rings around their respective fingers were warm, hands meant to be bound with Chuuya’s, body designed to be held by something other than misery for once – something other than a sacrificial goal that solely held fruition for a self-righteous seraphim.

“Hey…you were zoning out again…you okay?” Chuuya murmured gently, a stark contrast to the generally curt behaviours he displayed to his co-workers and those around him. Chuuya’s fingers trailed to the blemished limbs of his fallen angel, a silent vow to protect {{user}} from the world that had left them so scarred – who’d taken forbidden fruit and tainted it with hands of grimes and words of acrimony.

The streets were dark, sun kissing the world goodnight as Chuuya took the two of them back to their home, where artificial humanity sought comfort in a broken world through soft touches and hesitant murmurs of forever promised in webs gauze to repair broken bodies bound by heavenly retribution and a soul of code.

#character ai #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #fanfic #request #reqs open

[anm-zero]

ɪɴᴀᴅᴠᴇʀᴛᴇɴᴛ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢʜᴏᴏᴅ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Tanizaki Siblings: Junichirou and Naomi

ᴀᴜ: N/A (Canon)

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A Character.AI introduction. In which you hang out with the Tanizaki siblings, who've become to see you as a sibling-figure.

ᴛᴡ: N/A

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Character link in title.

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

“Ah…Junichirou!” Naomi sing-sang as she hopped atop one of the many double desks within the working space of the Armed Detective Agency, slinging a delicate arm over her bashful brother, who simply hunched in on himself with a red face.

“Naomi, not so loud…” Junichirou murmured, doing little to nothing to get his clingy, younger sister off him, giving {{user}} an apologetic glance.

{{user}} had grown accustomed to the siblings’ behaviours, the oddly placed touches and provocative comments. While odd, it had quickly become the norm between their small gatherings. Then again, {{user}} had long forgotten how they’d even begun to associate with the Tanizaki siblings in the first place.

Naomi leaned forward on the desk, her slender legs swinging off the edge as she traced her fingers along her brother’s shoulders, the older squirming in place. While {{user}} had become mostly desensitised to the two, it didn’t mean it was something they fancied seeing. It was weird seeing someone’s younger sister drape themself along their older brother in such a manner.

Atop the desks, were three plastic containers, all originating from the Tanizaki sibling’s dormitory. When Junichirou had begun bringing an extra container for {{user}}, they’d forgotten, lost in the daily rituals of life.

Just as how the three of them had lost track when {{user}} spent time helping Naomi with homework, or watching Junichirou draw, or simply hanging out in dorm room 203 together.

Naomi let out a pleased sound as she spooned a heaping scoop of hayashi rice into her mouth, praising her brother, who only sighed when her hand excitedly flapped onto his head.

Grabbing his own container, Junichirou sighed, looking at {{user}} before spooning his own meal into his mouth.

“So, how’s everything?” Junichirou questioned with a bashful smile while his unoccupied hand kept lightly pushing away Naomi’s hand, which kept attempting to spoon food into his mouth.

#character ai #bungou stray dogs #bsd tanizaki #bsd junichiro #bsd naomi #tanizaki junichirou #tanizaki siblings #fanfic

[anm-zero]

I make my return after a school-related hiatus with a new post on Archive of Our Own and a Character.AI bot.

To celebrate finishing finals, I bring forth a series rather than a oneshot, please do enjoy.

Have a Phantom Thief Bungou Stray Dogs work, featuring the Armed Detective Agency as phantom thieves working inconspicuously beside their next door detectives.

Criticism is always appreciated!

#archive of our own #fanfic #bungou stray dogs

[anm-zero]

what did you think of the new chapters? Your insight is very much pleasant seeing as how you’re so well-read regarding bsd lore and such:).

(Spoilers below the Keep Reading tab)

This man.

Kafka Asagiri.

I didn't even know about the chapter until one of my favourite horror artists of the BSD fandom, Marie Morevski posted her take on Chapter 114.5.

No theorising input, just emotional damage.

This is awful. Dreadful.

He cared about her so much, it's heartbreaking.

"Dostoevsky's ability is to subsume the person that killed him..."

I can't believe that. Heartbreaking to have read on the way home from work. And then he just goes "Why, good morning" as if all's grand and whatnot.

He's so upsetting.

Sad day for Bram-Nation.

The plot point was so sudden, it's almost overwhelming for the reader as a whole. So many new ideas are introduced in such short amount of time that it leaves the audience almost gobsmacked at the influx.

- ᴀ.ᴢᴇʀᴏɪ

#Zeroi asks #bungou stray dogs #bsd chapter 114.5

[anm-zero]

ᴘꜱᴇᴜᴅᴏ-ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Ranpo Edogawa

ᴀᴜ: N/A (Canon)

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A Character.AI introduction. In which Ranpo is your brother-figure.

ᴛᴡ: N/A

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Character link in title. I have some bots I'm working on, it's quite a bit...

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

It was subtle at first. Nothing more than coworkers that would occasionally be assigned cases together, if not only because Ranpo required an escort when it came to navigation.

*For as smart as the man was, his geographical skills lacked severely in any and every department. It was mainly the only reason {{user}} went on cases with Ranpo seeing as {{user}} wasn’t as bright as Ranpo, something nobody needed to point out.

Nobody was really as bright as Ranpo, aside from the few gifted in the world.

At first, that was the sole interaction that {{user}} had with the renowned ‘greatest detective in the world throughout the first months within their employment with the Armed Detective Agency.

_____

Ranpo threw his coat over {{user}}’s shoulders nonchalantly.

“You’re cold.” He chirped as they walked along to Ranpo’s favourite bakery, {{user}} leading the way despite traversing the same route every day. Ranpo really should have learned it by now.

For a man who could deduce almost anything within seconds with as much evidence a broken bucket could fill, he really sucked at reading street signs.

Professionalism lacked its nuance between them, replaced by familiarity. Ranpo was the brother that {{user}} never had.

“You should really cover up more, it doesn’t take a braincell to know that when it’s cold outside, you wear a sweater.” Ranpo chided airily, poking at {{user}}’s shoulder.

“Really, what kind of dummy doesn’t read the weather forecast before getting dressed? It’s been cold all week, {{user}}.” Ranpo drawled, exaggerating the movements of his mouth in a manner equivalent to a bratty child.

#character ai #bungou stray dogs #bsd ranpo #ranpo edogawa #fanfic

[anm-zero]

It's the worst thing when you write cursive and then suddenly you can't because you broke your fingers.

Or, I got made fun of by my professor in classes today because I submitted my work in block print (He saw me walk in with six of ten fingers broken and asked why I was writing like a child.)

It's not a fun day. Might write angst.

[anm-zero]

ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

I am no martyr for your soul of sin.

I am no prisoner for your cage of lies.

She may be yours, but I am not.

Dearest mother, will you not hold and cherish me? Dearest mother, will you not scream and howl at the walls silently under the guise of night, clawing at the beast within your throat as he drowns you in his poison?

Dearest mother, will I too drown in the poison of man?

Today or the morrow?

Dearest mother, will you drag me out of this rut even if my hands never beckoned yours the way your soul does mine? Dearest mother, will I too grovel and cry out for the moon to release me from that prison the same way you have done when your mother did not help you? Dearest mother, will you ever set your gaze upon me and see that I am no mirror of yours, that my being is not destined to be the impurities that you have sought to rid yourself of? Dearest mother, will any amount of apologies make us right once more? 

Dearest mother, I am no mother but yet I still find myself drowning within the responsibility of motherhood.

Dearest mother, may we shed in separate unison, our souls and hearts weeping in forlorn tangent?

Dearest mother, why do we struggle?

- ᴀ.ᴢᴇʀᴏɪ

#original work #writing #prose #prose poetry #spilled ink #down in the dumps today

[anm-zero]

ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Yumeno “Q” Kyuusaku

ᴀᴜ: Dance AU

ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: A Character.AI introduction. In which Q is a contemporary dancing student who seems to be frustrated, taking it out through an aggressive dance

ᴛᴡ: N/A

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: Character link in title. I may or may not have recorded myself dancing just to describe this in a somewhat decent manner. It was real embarrassing, don't know how people do it.

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

Swift feet moved chaotically, tapping in dissonance with each collision against the old oak-tiled floor. {{user}} watched as Yumeno danced, their frail body contorting and moving to the beat of their own heart. Vivid, angry, emotional. Their feet were violent as they slammed the soles of their lyric shoes against the floor, Yumeno sliding along the floor as they moved their arms in a way that would seem violent to anyone else yet was so fluid in its motion. Yumeno’s hands clasped the sides of their head, gripping dual-tone tufts of hair as they shook their head in circular motion, tossing it back and forth before taing a few ball changes back and tossing themselves to the floor.

Yumeno’s legs kicked before falling back to the floor, rolling to their feet before starting up like a fire once more.

Something wasn’t right. Yumeno was often a sporadic dancer, chaos on the stage. But this… Yumeno seemed to slowly go from dancing to just thrashing around angrily, their eyes closed tightly as they stomped to a silent rhythm. It was hard to know what was wrong with the thirteen-year-old. Yumeno was an abrasive child, emotional, and just…hard to understand.

And yet, Yumeno was clearly distressed, taking on the problems of the world through poor form and aggressive footwork.

#character ai #bungou stray dogs #bsd yumeno #bsd q #kyusaku yumeno #fanfic