BURIED IN WATER.

THAT IS NOT DEAD WHICH CAN ETERNAL LIE.

[booktorn]

if there’s a purpose to their existence, it’s buried beneath the weight of the cruelty of this world they’ve been thrust into; aimless, they clutch desperately onto what parts of this world they can call their own. nails bloodied and knuckles white, they do only what an ordinary human can do: they fight. ⸺ independent SIGMA of bungou stray dogs, as written into this world by plant.

[abyssaliis]

propagates‌:

“Yeah, well—” He winces as his fingers lift to his neck, feeling the blood caked there. That’s messier than his normal work, for sure. Fingernails aren’t nearly as effective as a knife, but… “Guy knocked my knife out of my hand. Didn’t really have another choice.”

Despite the pain and the brutal self-inflicted gouging of the flesh of his neck, Steinbeck offers Lovecraft a warm little smile—it’s the specific smile reserved for his partner, comforting and sincere. “’ve done worse.” His expression turns somewhat pensive. “Used to do it like this all the time, actually.” With the grape vines gone, there’s some fresh blood running down his neck again, staining the white of his shirt collar even more. (That’s a common occurrence, and the RV is well-stocked with peroxide per his ma’s old trick.)

Torn skin and blood are also caked on and under his nails, but he’s undisturbed. “Hurts a bit more than the knife, though.“ If he’s being honest.

If humans deserve credit for something (among their other various accomplishments), it’s a little impressive what they can pull off when put in a desperate situation. No claws or fangs here, just the brute force to accomplish what needs to be done. (If a fox will chew its leg off to escape a trap, would a person do the same? Lovecraft wonders, sometimes.)

“Good grief,” is all Lovecraft has to say to that, the words sounding dry and entirely out of place. His lips press into a thin line, even as Steinbeck smiles (like a ray of sunshine—it’s really not fair, sometimes). 

Without entirely thinking, Lovecraft reaches out, wiping away at the trickle of blood along Steinbeck’s neck. It doesn’t do anything, naturally, besides leaving a smear on the still-unblemished skin, and Lovecraft is left staring blankly at his own reddened thumb. 

Well, that was stupid.

He wags his hand slightly, as if willing the blood to jump off. It doesn't. Lovecraft stares at it, utterly betrayed. 

“Sorry.” That is directed at Steinbeck, at least. 

[booktorn]

everyone’s posting positivity right now and i don’t talk to… anyone on my dash, really, so i thought i’d post something about my friends without being prompted:

@truebliss / exdraconem / abyssaliis 

toast toast toast toast i could just type your name a million times but i won’t, i’ll spare you that. but y’know. we’re a Set. we do everything in pairs. and you’re so wonderful to talk to, and understanding about when i’m not feeling much like talking, and such a joy to theorize and headcanon with. we’ve gone through a lot of fandoms together at this point and every new one is an absolute joy. ( and, whenever you do write, your writing is such a joy to read; there’s something so simple yet so elegant about your writing that i absolutely adore. )

@giftandguile / wildinfinitum

hello [first name] [second name] “ ellery ” [last name]. ngl i almost left it at that but phew, we’ve known each other since… what, kingdom hearts??? it’s been a while, and for a while we were Silent Mutuals on twitter but then at some point i made the ( good ) mistake of being part of the reason you got into bsd, and now here we are. you’re such a chaotically fun person to interact with, and even when we don’t always interpret things in quite the same way we still have fun going back and forth with ( Don’t ) Kill Your Double bullshit. the gogol’s are still never allowed to interact.

@spikedkalopsia / prev. derealizatlon

i know you’re stuck in trigun hell right now but that’s fine. i still adore you and your writing, and also your creativity? i can’t speak to how you interpret your trigun muses because I Know Nothing, but sylvia is such a good oc and i love the bullshit we quickly built up with her and My Bastard. even if i have no idea what you’re going on about, your joy and passion with your characters is so nice to see!!

@sealfortyeight​

matt!! i don’t even remember when we became mutuals but thank you for feeding me fate content and information, even if i do very little with it. i love chiemi and cam a lot, and also apparently i love maio and islo??? despite not knowing their source content yet ( oops ). you’re so fun to talk to and i’m sorry i’ve been so quiet lately ( i’m tired physically and mentally, oof ), and the cat pictures are also always appreciated.

@crimesplit​

hello count… i know we’ve only just met and also haven’t talked in quite a few days, but i want you to know that you’re a delight to talk to and i’m glad we apparently clicked fairly well initially! your dost takes are truly unparalleled, and your love of your interests is also so nice to see. thank you for feeding me the good dost content, and also the fyolai takes on twitter. please be nice to sigma.

[abilitynull]

hello hello hello!! it’s plant here with ( another ) blog, this time for dazai osamu of bungou stray dogs. give this post a good ol’ like and / or reblog if you’re interested in interacting and to spread the word if you’re feeling like being kind. join me as i give this bastard the oppression he deserves to endure.

[booktorn]

A TRUE STRANGER IN THIS WORLD, WITH SORROW AND SOLITUDE FLOWING WITHIN THEIR VEINS — THE LIFE THEY LIVED BEFORE WAS WRITTEN BUT NOW LIES FORGOTTEN, WASHED AWAY LIKE INK ON A PAGE SOAKED IN RAIN.

[abyssaliis]

booktorn‌:

despite their steely expression — despite their confidence and resolve — they find themself taking a step backwards as the stranger takes a step towards them. there’s a wariness in their expression, visible through the hardness of their eyes. 

he knows who they are. “ i’m sigma, yes. ” their eye for detail catches the impossible movement of his hair, so unlike how theirs moves much less fluidly in the wind. 

“ who are you? ” that’s their first question, posture straightening even as their pulse thrums too-rapidly in their ears. “ and who’s asking? ” something tells them that the one physically seeking them out isn’t the one who actually wants them sought out. like them, he’s just a piece being moved by someone else. utilized. used.

they’re not sure how they reached that conclusion, but they’re also not sure they care.

Good. They have enough courage in them to confirm their identity, even as they nearly retreat. Not that there’s anywhere for Sigma to run to, if they wanted to try. The side street the two of them are standing in is empty, the few stragglers passing by on the main thoroughfare conspicuously not looking their way. 

“Lovecraft,” he answers them without hesitance. And he moves again, long legs closing the distance too fast, too quietly—until a gap of only a foot or so separates them. Lovecraft looms over them, the difference in height between them distorted, exaggerated somehow. 

He could grab them so easily. Hurt them. Test how real they truly are. But he is incredibly disinclined from doing any of those things, right at this moment.  

"You’re very perceptive.” Lovecraft’s voice is mild, his expression impassive. As he speaks, his head lists to one side, like a curious animal. Not aggressive—observing. “Someone wants you found. Retrieved. They thought you were dead.”

Sigma is, quite obviously, not deceased. Which creates something of a logic problem.

[booktorn]

i feel like I’m falling, but i’m trying to fly — where does all the good go?

atsushi   and   sigma of  bungou stray dogs, as        penned       by ellery    and      plant.

[circus-blades]

Casually thinking about his ugly ass wings 

[abyssaliis]

booktorn‌:

there’s nothing technically wrong with his appearance — a little gaunt, sure, but he’s just a tall, lanky man with long hair he doesn’t seem to have brushed in weeks ( but also, somehow, doesn’t seem to need to brush ). there’s nothing off about him.

so why, then, does sigma find themself nearly paralyzed upon meeting that bottomless gaze? they swallow down the lump of their heart threatening to beat out of their throat and cant their chin slightly upward as they slip their mask of maintaining control on without hesitation. 

“ can i help you? ” ( the casino may be out of their reach now, but what it gave them is held close to their chest. )

He stands, watching. 

Yes, that’s them. No doubt about it. It’s not something an ordinary creature would see—something they’d feel maybe—but this person is surrounded by, what is, for lack of a better word, unreality. They don’t belong in this world. They aren’t wrong, not in the way Lovecraft is, a way that makes even the most ignorant of beings uncomfortable for reasons they could never explain. 

Instead...they are out of place. Like a picture cut from a magazine and pasted into a textbook. A “true” image, yes, but one entirely at odds with its new environment. 

Their eyes are mismatched when they meet his, their expression falsely assured. How...brave of them, to stare into the void. 

“You.” Lovecraft takes a step forward, hair twining in a current that isn’t there. “Are you...Sigma?” 

[bsdcg]

here’s a resource for roleplayers in the bungou stray dogs rpc i’ve been thinking of for a while and finally put together over the past few days: a google spreadsheet listing every character and the chapters they appear in, to be updated with the release of each chapter going forward. ( the intent is to make iconing that much easier. )

[ SPREADSHEET CAN BE FOUND HERE ]

note: if there are any issues, comments on the spreadsheet are enabled, and the inbox on this blog is open as well. there’s also an updates tab on the blog to list when it’s been updated last and if any major changes have been made, as well as various notes about the spreadsheet itself.

[valtsv]

"woman"? no, you misheard. i'm an omen.

[valtsv]

i don't identify as "male" or "female", i identify as a warning

[auckie]

What if you poked me in the chest and your finger broke through like you were cracking into a rotted plank of wood and dust came out and I just crumpled into nothing and my spores got into your nose

[kelleysroom-deactivated20200511]

I would not hang out with you again that’s for sure!

[auckie]

Well there you have it!

[askhplovecraft]

the color out of space

[teslathotep]

@abyssaliis​

[abyssaliis]

hey everyone! sorry i’ve been pretty scarce, this class i’m taking rn has a pretty intense workload. hopefully i should be around every once in a while, but school takes priority :(

[quotemadness]

When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.

E.M. Forster (via quotemadness)

[rpshopkeepers-blog]

WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

it means i want to be here, i really do 

it means that i have, whether i like it or not, more important things to do than roleplay at the moment

it means that replies are going to sit for a moment

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

that i care any less

that i don’t want to talk / plot with you

that you aren’t allowed to IM me or ask for my disco

Sometimes Tumblr has to take a back burner, and that’s fine! Roleplay will still be here when we get back. So take that day to yourself. Don’t worry about drafts. Don’t worry about how “slow” you are being. Everything is okay!