「 TO THIS END 」

indie, private, selective multimuse featuring muses from bungo stray dogs and honkai: star rail; est. 6.22.2023; written by alain.read carrd before interacting.

[acettefin]

an independent, private, selective EDGAR ALLAN POE from BUNGO STRAY DOGS. mourned by ALAIN. multimuse, crossover, and oc-friendly. ▻ CARRD (info & rules) ;; INTERACT. ◅

[acettefin]

@serosanguine asked: ;)

- text from aventurine

they stare at the emoticon for a good minute. set their phone face-down. pick it up. move to set it down again. stop and start typing.

✉ - I can only assume you're texting me at this hour, using this symbol, because you have something you need of me.

[acettefin]

vanishes. returns on a midnight dark and dreary with hsr brain worms. refuses to elaborate. vanishes again.

[acettefin]

woe. tag dump be upon ye

[acettefin]

good evening everyone i would just like to say that i'm very likely about to convert this into a multimuse whenever i have the time and energy because as much as i love poe my muse for him is simply on the backburner right now and i think i would have an easier time coming back here by writing characters i've been rotating in my mind

[acettefin]

me: i am going to be more active on my rp blog!

also me: has to look after the house for over a week, catches cold, ends up taking care of a very sick family member,

[vulpesly-archive]

depression hits different when finances come into play--

so our work decided that the best way to cut expenses (instead of reducing on the overabundance of product we order and throw out every day), is to cut everyone's hours so that we're all now just under the full-time employment level. that's going to be an ugly hit to my paycheck for the foreseeable future.

i'm not really the sort to ask for or expect hand outs, but i will mention here that i take sewing commissions for custom stuffed animals and i have an etsy shop with some genshin impact themed ones too. so if you're in the market, hit me up in DMs or discord, i like to think i have very reasonable prices and a quick completion speed. any commissions go straight toward taking care of my family and doggos.

[acettefin]

@lunargifted:

“ ready and go! ” Varian hid his laugh behind his hand as he sent a ballerina dressed Ruddigar up to the unsuspecting Poe. before the man could even react, the raccoon got on it's back mittens and began to do a small ballet dance for him!

Varian following in, making music on his flute to the tune of happy birthday while quiet marching behind the dancing raccoon! IT'S A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACCOON DANCE !

[ poe's birthday 2024! ]

Edgar's brow twitches as he hears a faint verbal command, but continues reading, convinced that it must not concern him. He's proven wrong, however, as he sees a raccoon waddle up to him in a tutu, and before he can even open his mouth it starts... dancing?

He blinks incredulously at the display before noticing Varian's arrival. It all made sense as soon as he came into view; if anyone was going to dress their pet up like this and make it do silly tricks, it was him. The writer's hand flies up to his mouth in order to stifle a giggle threatening to leave his throat, but there's no hiding the smile in his eyes.

"Well! The presentation's certainly on point!" He speaks between wheezy laughs, unable to wipe the grin off his face. "I can't say I've ever gotten a performance like this on my birthday before. I owe you both my gratitude."

[acettefin]

@theircurse:

They had no idea why but they had a feeling Poe — san would like this big, fat raven plushie they had found ( and totally not stole ). With a big grin, they hold out the fluffy bird to him. ' Happy birthday, Poe — san ! '

[ poe's birthday 2024! ]

"Oh my."

He looks down at the rather rotund plush with a hint of astonishment, both parts in wonder at its size and how Yumeno could manage to carry it. Better take the gift before carrying it becomes too much of a struggle for them, he decides--as Edgar's hands run over the furry material, his eyebrows raise in slight awe of how soft and... fluffy it is.

"A raven? You know my tastes well, Yumeno-san. Thank you." Karl's usually the one who sleeps curled up next to him, but surely he won't mind if there's another round fluffy thing on the bed, right...?

[acettefin]

@barxlupin: "Happy birthday, little brother~"

Henry ruffles Edgar's hair with a gentle chuckle before handing him his birthday present: a brand-new notebook with a black leather cover, decorated with gold designs of feathers and ravens.

[ poe's birthday 2024 ! ]

He does his best to try and veer away from his older sibling's ruffling of his already-messy hair, scrunching up his nose in distaste at the display of affection. Edgar is almost thirty years of age now--oh God above, that's another thought--and he's truly far past being treated like a child, much less by Henry!

It's hard to stay annoyed, however, when he sees the thoughtful gift placed into his hands. Pale irises scan over it, thumbing over the material.

"...Oh my." Judging by the attention to detail in the gold decorations and the quality of the paper, this must have cost a pretty penny. "I--thank you, Henry. This is quite the gift."

[acettefin]

IT'S POE'S BIRTHDAY!!!!

if anyone wants to send in birthday asks, i'll be accepting them for about a week since i know everyone's got busy schedules (oh boy do i know all too well) and i wouldn't want to risk excluding anyone that wants to participate!!

[acettefin]

the urge to establish virche evermore + genshin/star rail verses are strong right now

[skilledsenses-a]

Without any prior notice, the man runs straight towards Poe and headbutts him to the side with full force! "Hahaha! Poe-kun! What're you doing here?" Ranpo laughs with a wide grin, arms flailing around in excitement to see the other; ignoring the fact that he seemed troubled by something.

[acettefin]

"ACK--"

He turns in time to see it coming, but too late to react accordingly, taking the brunt of a headbutt that leaves him staggering back and falling rather ungracefully onto his behind. Edgar decides not to stand up immediately lest he cause further embarrassment for himself, answering from where he's now seated on the ground.

"...ah, Ranpo-kun." The author is as happy as ever to see him, though that sentiment is buried beneath his weary tone. "I was just going out on an errand to buy some food for Karl. You aren't here on Agency work, are you?"

[a-hell-of-a-lot-of-muses]

Nathaniel said nothing as Poe gently slid the tray toward him. This simple act of kindness, along with being taken in under Poe's care was not something had expected. Nathaniel knew the Guild had been scattered, and that many of their former colleagues had long since gone. He also knew that his time in the Guild made him unpopular among the rest, and considering his previous actions as an assassin under Fyodor, it was nothing short of a blessing that Poe had reached out to him. No one else would have, not even his old self.

It was a blessing he did not deserve.

"...I beg to differ," he said after a long moment of silence. "My actions whilst in the Guild, and my actions afterwards are more than enough evidence to refute your point." Nathaniel paused for a moment. "...it was I who sold out Francis to the Rats, causing the Guild's demise. It was I who went to their leader in the vain hope that Margaret could be saved."

His lips curved into a bitter smile. "I have committed the very sins I convicted others of, thus it is time for the punishment that is due upon my being.

I am not deserving of your time, nor of your kindness."

[acettefin]

Edgar lends an ear to him as he pulls up a seat next to the bed, silently letting him continue despite his own thoughts on the matter. Really, what a saint he is--the author chooses to keep this thought to himself, however, allowing only a brief twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"If you're so adamant about it, then that would put you in like company." Resting his chin upon his palm, he gazes at Nathaniel through shaggy bangs, observing him. Even if he'd been unaware of his circumstances, of what he'd been through... there is no doubt he's changed. That Dostoevsky truly did a number on him. "Need I remind you who leaked the weaknesses of the Moby Dick and helped cause its downfall? Even if the Agency is working in the best interests of the people, we both turned our backs on the Guild--though I believe people would feel more sympathetic to your motivations."

He closes his eyes. The thought is rather amusing; looking at it from a moral standpoint, perhaps Edgar truly was the worse one here. There wasn't a single point in his time with them that he felt a shred of loyalty. Everything was secondary to his revenge.

"I'm certainly not going to stop you from doing what you feel is necessary to make amends. That's not something I can pass judgement on. But for goodness' sake, save the self-flagellation for when you've had your proper rest, won't you?"

[skilledsenses-a]

A content hum as Edgar nuzzles against him and Ranpo simply leans into the touch, enjoying the warmth he was missing as he woke up minutes ago. Despite his own fatigue, he feels nothing but comfort at the closeness and purely being with Edgar. 

Too sleepy to react much to his words and apology, Ranpo answers in his mind instead; that he doesn’t mind and that Edgar didn’t wake him up per se. 

“Mhm, hurry up. It’s cold.” Ranpo complains instead, but makes no effort to move away from the other, in turn simply snuggling and pressing closer against his boyfriend as his eyes slowly fall shut again. “Just a few more paragraphs, okay…?” He knows that the manuscript isn’t done yet, judging by the sheets of papers and the amount he has written so far, but it doesn’t have to be finished tonight and now that Ranpo is awake, they could just spend time together instead…no matter how tired the younger is.

So he waits and listens as the quill slides over paper; the only movements of his the rhythmical breathing and the occasional nuzzling to make himself more comfortable.

Amidst the drowsiness Ranpo’s brain appreciates the familiarity his senses are succumbed to: the warmth and coziness, the sound of a manuscript in the work, the scent he’s so familiar with now — alongside the sweetness of the hot chocolate which Ranpo adores as well.

An arm moves to reach for said delight and the raven stirs—opening his lips slightly in silent request. He wants another sip.

[acettefin]

An amused huff escapes him upon hearing the other's complaint; nothing could truly stop the critic within Ranpo, it seemed, not even the lingering ghost of slumber that hangs over him. With the way the detective so casually leans his weight on him, Edgar almost thinks he'd fall asleep again just like that--and perhaps he'd have to haphazardly drag him back to bed.

"Yes, yes. Only a few, I promise." The resigned tone in his voice is undercut by sheer affection that bleeds out from underneath it, unwilling to lie to himself and say he wouldn't like to be back in bed with Ranpo again as soon as possible. He could easily jot these plot notes down and workshop them in the morning.

How dangerous love is. It's making him rather lazy--and yet when Ranpo is making such demands of him, he cannot help but indulge as he always does.

Edgar continues to work in silence, settled back into focus with only the occasional breakaway to nuzzle back against his dear Ranpo. As he's penning the last few words, he glances over to see his gaze fixed on the hot chocolate--after which he sets the quill down to lift the cup towards him.

"You brought this for me as a gesture, but you really just want to drink this all yourself, don't you?"

[acettefin]

...Oh. Time has simply passed far too fast for him and he's forced to reckon with the fact his birthday is in a week.

[acettefin]

hello everyone i'm not dead despite god's numerous attempts to kill me