Bsd Paul Verlaine - Tumblr Posts
Don't see enough abt Verlaine in the lab so
modern au but is it really?
chuuya has recently moved to the countryside from the busy city, for the change of scenery but also because it's closer to the hospital that is looking after his twin brother. verlaine and rimbaud think it's a good idea, for a change of pace.
anyways chuuya goes through the notions of being the new kid from the city now in the quiet countryside with their dirt roads, hokura(small shrines found on the country roadsides), and rice fields, as well as neighbors a good walk away from his new home. he adjusts well, surprisingly. his friends at school who claim themselves to be called the flags, his neighbor who frequently visits who he found calling her ane-san. and since moving, he was able to visit his brother in the hospital more often, whose health has been progressing slowly but positively. baki's now able to walk with a cane, an upgrade from his wheelchair!
but he could tell that something was... different about this side of the country. he couldn't figure out what the feeling was. and when asking ane-san and the flags, they all deduce that he was simply getting used to the airy atmosphere the spirits brought, as if welcoming them. that same night, he could hair faint whistling amongst the gentle breeze and rustling treetops.
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it was any other day where chuuya found himself laying amongst the grass, enjoying the sun on his skin. then just a moment later, he hears a skitter. but when he looked over, there was nothing. thinking nothing of it, he resumed minding his own business. this happens for the next few minutes before chuuya just got tired and snapped his head over. only to see a white fox from the nose to tailtip.
with his phone in their jaws.
needless to say, chuuya gave chase after the animal who raced off, letting out loud squeals that sound as if it were laughing. but in this current scenario, chuuya felt-- no, knew-- it was mocking him. they ran all over the place; his open front yard, down through the streets (it didn't help that he people were out and about harvesting their fields, they have a front row seat to the spectacle happening before them. the flags, definitely), and through the forest brush.
after chasing the white speck of squealing fur for what felt like a lifetime, chuuya finally first through the forest and... into a small clearing. it physically made him stop to take in the sudden change of scenery, as one second ago it was purely forest. and now... there's a path that he could tell has been overun by the grass. he could barely see the stone slates that help make the path. at the edges of the clearing, small but prominent stones with shimenawa encircled the clearing. and just ahead of him, a rundown and unattended hokura, a small stone statue in the form of a fox with five tails. five? suddenly, he hears a mischievous snicker behind him, and he whips around, remembering what brought him on this wild goosechase.
only to be met twin white fox ears poking out the top of curly brown hair, a glint in heather brown eyes accompanied by a mischievous smirk, and five white tails behind them and their blue kimono.
oh, and his phone in their mouth.
I'll tell you how I've been there too and that none of it matters
verlaine verlaine verlaine!!! my pookie bear!! unrequested but necessary. things that make verlaine feel loved.
when you hold him. when you, you, you who knows him and cares for him and tells him you love him for who he is holds his sinning self in your arms like he's a baby, a flower, something more delicate than silence. he loves to be fragile for you, but he would not mind if you even dropped him and he shattered into a million little pieces. he knows you would put him back together, though. he's a puzzle you will never hesitate to put your all into solving. he craves for your warm fingers to gently hold his broken pieces together, caress the new masterpiece slowly and kiss it with soft, precious lips like you were sealing a response to one of his love letters. when you make sure his coffee is always hot. oh, god, good good, you're thinking about him. you're thinking about even the smallest things to make his day better. how can this be anything but true love? how can he show it back? how can he honour your name, your holy presence and build you cathedrals of care? the least he can do is memorise all your preferences, he can't stand your disgust of anything. if there is a day when you are disgusted by him, he will slaughter himself then and there. if you don't like blood, he will happily drown himself out of sight. when you make sure he goes to sleep. even then, you will do your best to make sure he will get as much sleep as possible. he tries to stay up to watch over you, but you beg him to calm down because you love him and want him to get rest. that alone is enough for him to bend to your will immediately. he will sometimes stay up thinking if you're lonely, and will seek you out immediately if he worries about you in any way. he's learning to avoid that a little bit because then it ends up disturbing you and he feels guilty even though he is perfectly aware that nothing matters more to you than him. when you go along with whatever he says. you trust him completely, so whether it's a mission or out and about you know he will make the right choices. he is sometimes a little stressed because now you have weight on this scale and he can under no circumstances mess up. you don't even mind if he does, though, his imperfections and mistakes are part of what makes him oh-so-human. in the end, it's your complete and unwavering faith in his humanity that leaves him dragged awe-struck into your orbit.
he's my cutie patootie mass murderer baby <3 you couldn't keep him out of my mind even if you gave me a lobotomy.
I think they would be good friends if they meet
Everytime i think about them i want to cry 😭🥲❤️
✨ The Brothers ✨
The port mafia 🌃
Some sketchs
BSD Sketches
Some sketch attempts for Bungou Stray Dogs. Side note: I'm not an artist. I just do this for fun.
An attempt at Bram. I definitely messed up the scar on the left. I did one half at literally half past two in the morning and the other half after getting some sleep.
An older sketch of Bram that was done by memory in the middle of school a few months ago.
Aaand an attempt at Paul Verlaine from the Stormbringer light novel. This one was done today actually-
Sketch!
This happened during class. I was bored. I did not have my phone so no references. I sent it to some blogs for fun but thought "why not post it"
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BSD CH115 SPOILERS
guys ffs verlaine lost the majority of his power and even if he got out of the basement he still cant do jackshit to help..
whats he gonna do? speak french until fyodor dies???
sharing my gallery full of BSD live actions images (part 15)
sharing my gallery full of BSD live actions images (part 19)
