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pickupthephoneboy · 22 hours
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"Got beaten by some dark brown hair twink, that can nullify my ability. How? I still have no clue. But he's on my hit list now."
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"Perhaps it's about time I update my wardrobe...."
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nixnephili · 8 months
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A bundle of stuff
My sleep schedule is non-existent
I feel so down
I enjoyed drawing Nyla again~♡
-Nix🌙
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kyliivan · 5 months
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speaking of OC’s and self inserts here’s my BSD OC 🫶
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fancyfeathers · 3 months
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Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)
Chapter Twenty, Part Two The Masque of the Red Death
(A/N- not a full chapter but very important)
Prologue and oc intro
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven, part one
Chapter seven, part two
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
Chapter ten
Chapter eleven
Chapter twelve
Chapter thirteen
Chapter fourteen
Chapter fifteen
Chapter sixteen
Chapter seventeen
Chapter eighteen
Chapter nineteen
Chapter twenty
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Throughout the night, music and chatter filled the hall. The familiar face of Gaston Leroux stands against the wall, a glass of champagne in hand, he was going his best to keep his eye on Ayatsuji, members of the Hunting Dogs, and other government workers, if any of them interfered with the plan it could be all over. His eyes also kept darting to the door, keeping an eye on who came in and left, making sure none of them would cause a problem either.  Then his eyes fell on a familiar man, through not many would recognize him with the masquerade theme of the night, it was Mr. Tonan’s assistant. He was leaving the room but Gaston spotted Mr. Tonan talking to Victor not a moment ago. Without a word to any other society members Gaston activated his ability and stepped through the wall, disappearing from everyone’s sight. Gaston walked out into the hallway, keeping his ability activated to keep his foot falls non existent. He silently followed the man, upstairs, into another meeting hall, one that would be used for the auction that would be held tonight. Gaston hid himself behind a long window curtain, watching. The assistant went over to the table of cases, full of items for tonight’s auction, he was trying to tamper with the lots. Gaston  stepped out from behind the curtain and deactivated his ability so that when his heels hit the floor it made a sharp clicking sound, getting the assistant’s attention.
“Did you get lost? I believe the party is downstairs.” Gaston said, looking the man over with a polite smile, but one that quickly fell when the man didn’t say anything. “Or perhaps you meant to come here?”
At that the man slowly turned to look at the composer and that wicked grin came across his face that gave even Gaston chills. Then Gaston gained notice of his eyes, green and blue, they weren’t that way before. Then the scar over his eye, that also wasn’t there before. Then it was the hair, black to white, then the clothes to that of clown’s, and a card coming to cover his eye, but what stayed the same was that horrifying smile. It was an ability that was changing him of that there wasn’t a doubt, a teleportation ability perhaps? 
Then he felt it, behind his head… the barrel of a gun…
That’s when he knew…
“Nikolai Gogol, I’ve heard of you, didn’t I think I’d meet you in person ever.” Gaston said, staying calm despite the gun on his head. “And what would a criminally insane or perhaps just an insane criminal want here? This auction doesn’t seem like your style not to mention this is far from Europe and your home ground.”
“Let me answer your question with another question.” Nikolai replied as Gaston felt the gun move down onto his neck. “What is Fyodor doing here?”
The composer’s eyes widened at the mention of the name, he was so much in shock that he would have stepped back if it wasn’t for the gun behind him. 
“What?”
“Don’t worry he’s not actually here as in this building, but why?” There was a long pause in silence, Gaston didn’t actually know why he was. He had been helping try to stop the Guild and he knew why, but why are they still here? Their goal wasn’t Fyodor, so why were they? “Ohhh you don’t actually know, such a shame… but I can’t just let you leave after what you’ve seen, I’m sure Dostoy would love to see you.”
Gaston felt the gun move down his spine, pressing into the small of his back. He could feel the pressure shift as Nikolai pressed his finger on the trigger.
3…
2…
1…
BANG
…But the bullet never met skin…
Gaston activated his ability just in time, letting the bullet fly right through his ghostly body but then in a flash of gold it disappeared…
Gaston looked around confused…
Oh no…
Gaston saw the bullet reappear in the corner of his eye. The flash of gold then the searing pain in his side as the bullet drove into his skin just above his hip. The world went white in pain as Gaston fell to the floor. His vision was rapidly fading and the last thing he saw was Nikolai’s smiling face…
Gaston Leroux, Society Member
Status: missing
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sillybumblebee · 9 months
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“[...] as long as ignorance and misery live on earth, books such as this one could possibly not be useless”
—Victor Hugo, preface of “Les Misérables”
i had this oc in my head for quite some time and i reaaaally wanted to draw him
i have an undying love for hugo's works, he is a genius, and i'm a hopeless romantic soul so yes, if i had to design a bsd oc, it had to be victor hugo
some facts about him :
—it absolutely doesn't show on this drawing but he's an ENFP
—he's a temporary member of the ADA after yosano met him in the street. he was fighting with his ability and screaming about justice
—he was basically kinda homeless before joining the ADA, but didn't really mind it, he met people and slept here and there and he liked it
—he just got his literature diploma in france and decided to go explore new countries in order to learn other cultures but he's super messy and chaotic and super super broke
—random fact about his design, i absolutely wanted to give him a gavroche in reference of a hugo's character, gavroche, that died fighting for his rights and his liberty
—kunikida's gonna question his whole sexuality and life plans and feelings when they meet for the first time
—yep, babe's gonna panic when he realizes he's in love with the french anarchist
—dazai is the first to notice (of fucking course) and proceeds to both annoy him and help him processing it
—victor's ability allows him to create a space where violence is prohibited. absolutely nobody can get hurt nor hurt anybody, the only thing allowed is talking. victor chooses who can enter and leave this space
—he is the embodiment of empathy and generosity (that's also why he's broke), he is a very sensitive soul that just wanna see inequalities and violence burn in the hell fire
—he's a huge fan of muse, cavetown and renaud
—fun fact, nobody understands a word when he's listening to renaud's songs and just assume he's relaxing but the lyrics are actually the most angry and anarchist and anti capitalist and rude lyrics you've ever heard
i could say so much more and i want to think about him even more but i'll stop there. anyway, i have some more wip of him on photoshop so i'll post about him again pretty soon (﹡ˆ﹀ˆ﹡)
kiss kiss fall in love everybody 💚
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thatkarleesidraws · 25 days
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Finished the sketch of Ornella :)
BSD OC!
(I headcanon Fyodor having this pic framed on his desk so he can look at it while doing his work 🥹)
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anonymousewrites · 1 month
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There's a Will; There's a Way Valentine's Day Special 2024
Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader
Chuuya Nakahara x OC
            “Akira, Chuuya!” greeted (Y/N) merrily as she and Dazai walked into the restaurant and spotted the other couple. “What a surprise!”
            “(Y/N),” said Akira, grinning. “I didn’t expect you two.”
            “It appears we reserved at the same restaurant,” said (Y/N).
            “Join us?” said Akira.
            “We’d love to,” said (Y/N).
            “Oh, great, Dazai’s here. Just what I need when I’m on a date,” muttered Chuuya.
            “Be nice,” said Akira.
            “Yeah, Chuuya, be nice!” said Dazai, grinning.
            “Dazai,” said (Y/N).
            Dazai immediately caved. “Don’t worry, my light. I won’t ruin the night.” He pulled her chair out and kissed her cheek. “Not on Valentine’s Day.”
            “How do you do that?” asked Chuuya.
            “Do what?” said (Y/N), smiling and picking up her wine glass after Akira poured.
            “Get him to listen to you,” said Chuuya. “He’s usually the most annoying person ever.”
            (Y/N) laughed. “Dazai is definitely a free spirit. But I can be persuasive.”
            “And he’s head-over-heels,” teased Akira.
            “In my defense, it is (Y/N),” said Dazai, shrugging. He was in love with her. He’d go to the ends of the earth for her.
            “Fair enough,” said Akira.
            “I think you like (Y/N) more than you like me,” said Chuuya, not really upset but more amused.
            “Of course I do!” said Akira brightly.
            “Not more than I do,” said Dazai.
            “You’re just a man. I’m her sister,” said Akira proudly.
            “Alright, you two, that’s enough,” said (Y/N). She smiled at Chuuya. “These two are quite a handful.”
            “We can agree on that,” said Chuuya.
            “Uh-oh, they’re ganging up on us,” said Akira. “And on Valentine’s Day, too!”
            “Traitors,” cried Dazai dramatically.
            (Y/N) and Chuuya rolled their eyes in fond amusement.
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            “Dinner was delicious. Thank you for treating us, Chuuya,” said Akira.
            “For you,” said Chuuya, smiling at her. He had the money, after all. Why not spoil Akira?
            (Y/N) stood. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I’d really like to dance.” Indeed, the music was beautiful, and couples were already on the dance floor swaying. “Dazai, would you like to join?”
            “Of course, my love,” said Dazai, rising and taking (Y/N)’s hand. They moved onto the dance floor and began dancing.
            “Akira, would you want to dance?” said Chuuya, extending a hand.
            “I’d love to,” said Akira, taking his hand.
            They stood and joined the rest of the couples on the dance floor.
            “I’m glad you took time to go out with me,” said Akira, smiling at Chuuya after he spun her, and her red dress’s ruffles fanned out around her.
            “I’m glad you said yes,” said Chuuya. “I know I’ve…messed up. But I really want to be with you. I’ve never…felt like this for anyone. And even if it takes a lifetime, I want to make up for my mistakes.”
            Akira chuckled and smiled, and Chuuya’s heart thrummed happily at the gentleness of her eyes. “Well, this is a good start. Honesty,” said Akira. “I respect it. And, as much as I was hurt, I like you, Chuuya. I really do.”
            Chuuya smiled. “I really like you, too.” Neither was ready to say those words yet. But they knew they shared their feelings.
            (Y/N) looked back at Dazai after glancing at the other couple. “It seems they’re making up. I’m glad.”
            “Not everyone’s relationships start out as smoothly as ours,” said Dazai, pulling (Y/N) closer as they swayed, and her green dress spun around with them.
            (Y/N) smiled. “I suppose I got lucky with you.”
            “My light, I am the lucky one,” said Dazai. “I have never been a good man. And you are pure goodness. I have really been blessed to be loved by you.”
            (Y/N) laughed gently and smiled at Dazai. “Oh, Dazai. I love you for you. And no matter what you think of yourself, I see you trying. You help people. You care about others. You can’t change the past, but you’re changing your present. And that’s what I care about. Who you are now. That’s why I love you.”
            Dazai stared at (Y/N) as if she was an angel. She truly was a blessing. He had done nothing to deserve her—nothing that he could see. But perhaps she was right, the answer was simple. She loved him. And he? Well, that was obvious.
            “I love you, (Y/N),” said Dazai.
            “I love you, too, Dazai,” said (Y/N).
            They leaned in and kissed each other. They separated and gazed at each other lovingly.
            “(Y/N), want to dance with me?” called Akira, having broken off from Chuuya.
            “Do you mind?” said (Y/N).
            Dazai waved a hand. “I don’t control you.” He grinned. “Just don’t let Akira steal you forever.”
            (Y/N) laughed and took her best friend’s hand. Akira spun (Y/N), and the pair easily moved together to the music.
            Dazai smiled at he watched his love enjoy herself. His eyes slid to Chuuya, who was also watching Akira with a soft look in his eyes. Dazai could’ve left Chuuya alone to enjoy himself. But where would be the fun in that?
            “Oh, Chuuya~” said Dazai.
            “What do you want, Mackerel?” said Chuuya.
            “Well, our girlfriends are dancing…” began Dazai with an evil grin.
            “Don’t you dare,” said Chuuya.
            “Come on, Chuuya, we’ve danced before!” said Dazai.
            “Mackerel—”
            Dazai grabbed Chuuya’s hands and dragged him to the dance floor beside Akira and (Y/N). The women laughed and watched Chuuya be spun around by Dazai. The entire group was happy (even Chuuya). They were with people they cared about who cared about them. Valentine’s Day might have been for couples, but love was for everyone. And the entire group shared it.
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lilac-cat-draws · 2 months
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I love your bsd lewis carrol oc sooooo much! I love the alice in wonderland books, and i have the same hairstyle as your oc and my favourite color is purple. honestly i really want him to be a canon character 🥹
I'm glad a bunch of people like Lewis as much as I do, I had actually drawn him a few times before but just didn't think of posting them
I might post some more stuff about Lewis in the future cuz I didn't expect that many people to want to see more of him and he has a lot of potential to write if I got the motivation
Also here's a bonus, A drawing I did of him months ago that I hadn't posted
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dazaiizm · 11 days
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❥ a helping hand ˚₊·
✦ ┆ featuring: headcanons of chuuya nakahara && olivia
✦ ┆ content warning: bsd self insert oc, chuuya nakahara x self insert oc, bondage, oral fixation, fingering && praising.
✦ ┆ notes from chuuya's angel: got horny and thought about chuuya helping me w my oral fixation :3
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♡ — chuuya nakahara who spent the entire day being hard after finding out about olivia's oral fixation.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who literally jolted to olivia's apartment that she shares with luma as soon as his meeting was over.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who was so thankful that his girlfriend's best friend wasn't home as he kissed her the second she opened the door.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who was thankful that she wanted him just as much as he did for her.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who loosened his tie and used it to tie olivia's hands against the headboard.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who practically ripped olivia's panties off her body, which made her squeak in embarrassment.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who quickly took off his jacket and tossed it to the side before gently pushing two fingers into her mouth.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who called olivia "a good girl" and told her to make sure that his gloved fingers were "dripping wet".
♡ — chuuya nakahara who got harder by the minute as he heard and felt her moans vibrating on his fingers.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who finally shoved his soaked fingers into her pussy that was aching badly for him.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who kissed the tears that fell down olivia's cheeks and said "you're doing such a good job for me, angel".
♡ — chuuya nakahara who press his two knees against olivia's legs to hold them open after realising her attempt to shut them.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who felt his girlfriend tighten up and went faster with his movements.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who told olivia to suck his other fingers as she rode out her high, alongside him.
♡ — chuuya nakahara who let his girlfriend calm down for a few minutes before unzipping his pants and told olivia to help fix the problem in his cum soaked boxers.
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yookoota · 2 months
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Decided to try the corset my adorable mentee got me.
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Might wear it for work too.
The attached gems are garnets. Quite fits me.
Oh also, got a spider tatoo not so long ago. Ignore Kuro.
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"Oh dear, this is probably the end for me. The boss is probably now going to shun me, all because I broke Kunikida's laptop. I can't fix it. Oscar is mad. I'm afraid Kunikida is going to hate me still, even though he said he'll let it slide. This is the end."
Ooc: He's overreacting and scared for his life.
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nixnephili · 5 months
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Taking a nap then starting on Day 11.Animatronics
I'm excited for this one~ and as always, I welcome Nyla discussion in the comments.
Don't be shy from asking questions about the A.U. either, I'm pleased to chat with you guys
-Nix🌙
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kyliivan · 6 months
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art dump
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fancyfeathers · 1 month
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Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Bungou Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)
Chapter Twenty Two, The Genius That Leads
(A/N- I read Romeo and Juliet before writing this and now I love the idea of William being called the prince of cats like Tybalt because of their similarities and that being the story much of his character is based on)
Prologue and oc intro
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven, part one
Chapter seven, part two
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
Chapter ten
Chapter eleven
Chapter twelve
Chapter thirteen
Chapter fourteen
Chapter fifteen
Chapter sixteen
Chapter seventeen
Chapter eighteen
Chapter nineteen
Chapter twenty
Chapter twenty, part two
Chapter twenty one
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“Deal.” The moment you said that a smile came across his face. You glanced back at the book you were asked to retrieve, before he could say something you grabbed it from the table. You looked back over at him, keeping the book curled up in your arm. “Not a word.”
“Only if you keep your end of the deal, doll,” Ayatsuji replied as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ll have a hard time hiding that book at the party, what do you plan on doing?”
“I will be leaving early, I have my own matters to tend to.” You took out your phone, ready to call your driver to pick you up. “The Society is not the only affair that keeps me busy. There is something I need to get to the bottom of, a mystery if you will.”
“How interesting, but you are not a detective, are you?” He hums, tapping his gloved finger against his cheek. His eyes are fixed on you, scanning over your form, trying to find any sign of what you are thinking.
“Perhaps, it is a family profession after all.” You picked up the skirt of your dress and began making your way towards the door. You spared him a glance as you pushed open the door to the hallway. “Now I suppose I’ll see you soon enough and hopefully we will be on the same side of the playing field. Goodbye, have a lovely evening, detective.”
“We will see…”
You stepped out into the long hallway, slowly making your way to the garage where your driver would be picking you up. You looked down at your phone, dialing up your driver’s number. The ringing mixed with the echoing of your heeled shoes as they clicked against the floor. You were a far enough distance away from the auction hall that you knew Ayatsuji was not following you, but something still felt off. You felt yourself grow more tense as you walked along the hall, as if someone was watching you. The mixture of clicking and ringing did not help calm your nerves, only blocking out another one of your senses…
Click…
Ring…
Click…
Ring…
Click…
Ring…
Click…
Ring-
You heard the line get cut at the sound of your phone getting a call. You pulled your phone away to see who was calling you, you looked down to see the contact name as none other than William Shakespeare. You hit the bright green button on the screen without hesitation, answering the call as you held it up to your ear.
“William, I have the book-“
“(Name), I need you to come to room two-three-six, the plan has changed.” You heard William’s voice speak to you, but he was not worried, not bothered, if anything he was… happy? “Things may be turning in our favor after all.”
Did he find Miss Jane already? Thoughts ran through your mind as you made your way down through the floors of the hotel. The clicking of your heels rang through the halls, everything was silent except the clicking of those heels. Soon enough you came to the door, knocking once and the door was answered not even a moment later. It was answered not a moment later by a familiar face, just not one you were expecting.
“Joan?”
Before you stood the maid who was one of the first people you met at the Society’s headquarters, only she was dressed in an outfit suited for business, a black suit and a blue plaid tie. Her long blond hair was down, not up in her usual bun that also let her blue eyes be on display. She smiled back at you, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stepped aside to allow you to come in. “It seems we have quite a bit to explain to you.”
“What do you mean- Oh!” You cut yourself off as you entered the room, turning your head to see sitting at the table of the luxury room the familiar face of William who summoned you along with-
“I apologize for setting you up, (Name).” Those words escaped those lips, soft and gentle as always. You saw sitting at the table with William, the form of Miss Jane. She was not dressed how you expected, she herself wore a black vest over a white button up, a long blue skirt, it was simple but elegant. She rested her head against her hand, a smile coming across her face. “The truth is, I never turned myself into Fitzgerald, I would never dream of it.”
You heard the sound of the person you once thought to be a maid closing the door behind you as she approached the table. William looked over at you with a smile, before a laugh escaped from his lips. “Honestly it surprised me as well, but Jane, Wells, and Leroux fooled us all.”
“Wells?” You turned to look at the woman who opened the door for you, was that Joan’s real name? Who was she really?
“Ah yes, let me properly introduce you,” Jane said, reaching out a hand over to the woman standing beside you. “This is an old friend of mine from my work in England when I was looking for capable individuals to join the Society. May I introduce to you H.G. Wells, she has been the one keeping our Society safe from the shadows this whole time along with the one who has been brewing up those  updates  on where I was for Emma and the others that led to this elaborate planning for this ball that fit into the plan I devised with Wells and Leroux.”
“But Gaston is missing, I found his blood in the room along with-“
“Not missing, he is exactly where he needs to be in this plan.” Wells cut in, coming to sit down on the couch not too far from the table, swinging her arms over the back of the couch and crossing her legs. “Leroux was kidnapped by a well-known European criminal known as Nikolai Gogol. Due to Gaston’s time working with the European Union when tracking down Fyodor Dostoevsky, he found evidence that the two had connections to one another.”
“So this all has to do with Fyodor, doesn’t it?” You asked, glancing around the room at everyone.
“Exactly, Gaston had informed me of what happened when he was asked by the Port Mafia to look into the disappearance of one of their executives who had Fyodor in their custody. We immediately knew Fyodor was planning something.” Jane nodded to your question and answered as it all was obvious. “We knew that the Port Mafia would be wanting any information they could in Fyodor after so even before all this we had all of Gaston’s observations from his work in European Union on Fyodor printed into a book and set up to be sold at an auction, that’s the same book you are holding now. We planned on dangling a carrot for the Port Mafia to desire and for Fyodor to destroy.”
You glanced down at the book you held, this was all a ploy. 
“I apologize for you having to be a pawn in all of this, but you played your role wonderfully.” Jane complemented with a smile, a giggle escaping her voice. “Now Gaston has Fyodor under constant surveillance and that  rat  has no idea, he will practically reveal everything to us and that bastard has no eyes on us because he is so focused on the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia.”
“I see, I have just a few questions…” You found yourself sitting down at the table along with the others, you felt yourself crew at your lower lip in thought. “How did you fake yourself leaving at the mansion all those months ago and how did you know that Nikolai would be here?”
“Ah, well the first answer is with Ms. Wells and her ability. She was disgusted as the driver who brought the two of us there. That envelope I gave her with the instruction to  open when the time was right  was all she needed to know what to do.” You glanced over at the woman on the couch, she was disgusted as a maid for all these months, what was stopping her from being disguised as a driver? “You see Wells’ ability is called Time Machine and allows her to manipulate time itself. So inside the envelope told her the exact time to activate her ability, when you got inside the car. She activated her ability on me, giving me 3300 seconds to go back in time myself and slip away from Fitzgerald, who was also used as a pawn in all of this. After that I returned to Europe for a few months, working with some old friends of mine in the Order of the Clocktower, but I am afraid that is trivial at the current moment.”
“I did not expect for you to be this much of a mastermind, Miss Jane.” You heard William chuckle as he crossed his legs with a closed-eyed smile. “But I suppose I should have expected that from the leader of the Society of Protection.”
“Well, I do pride myself on my understanding of the human mind, so manipulating it with both my plans and my ability is all too easy, no offense my dear (Name).” Jane apologized with a smile which you nodded to.
“None was taken, Miss Jane. After all, I have quite a lot to still learn.” You giggled along with her smile, which was true you did have so much to learn compared to the actual geniuses that hid within the Society. “But what of my second question?”
“Ah, about Nikolai, well that is thanks to your visit to Mr. Tonan with Leroux and Dr. Stevenson such a long time ago. Do you remember his assistant and the strange behavior he had?” You nodded at Jane’s question which caused her to hum. “I did not believe him at first, just a strange assistant and nothing more, at least that is what I thought at first. As you know Gaston is a composer at the Paris Opera House, a theater, he has experience with actors and the art of such so it is easy for him to tell when one is acting. He told me that he forced the attitude of a sane man to have a perfect accent, but not to one who works with actors from that part of the world every day, so detecting a fake accent was child’s play for him.”
“So Mr. Tonan’s assistant is Nikolai in disguise?” You asked, most. to yourself as you pondered the question and then it clicked. “Wait, Mr. Tonan and his assistant were invited to the ball, so Nikolai was among the guests.”
“Just as planned, they fell into our trap like rats.” Wells smiles as she speaks, running her hand through her hair. “And now we will trap them all like rats, all of them running in a maze they don’t even know.”
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muttakutagawa · 2 months
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its going to be a long walk home
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