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indie H.P. Lovecraft of Bungou Stray Dogs. Written by Dez. Mobile header art by @bsdrosinante

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me, logging in after Months because i saw one (1) mention of a john rper on my personals dash and then was gripped by the urge to have HPL cause minor chaos for...some reason,

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Certain things are easy when one lacks a fixed skeletal structure and possesses instead a specific flavour of amorality. Getting into the Agency in the quiet hours of the night when the doors should be locked is one of those things. He was bored, simply, and rather hungry, though has made little headway in resolving either issue by the time he’s found in the morning.

He’s laying atop Ranpo’s desk, idly half-decomposed into something inhuman, thin questing tentacles prodding around desk drawers after spilling out from his coat and taking over Ranpo’s desk and the surrounding area like some sort of deep-sea fungus. One of them has found a bag of chips that had been hidden somewhere by someone and he’s been slowly consuming them for the past hour. Probably not Ranpo’s. Too salty. At least Ranpo’s cactus has been saved, given a courtesy radius free of tentacles. It’s only polite.

When Ranpo does arrive and sand before the mess that’s become of his desk, Lovecraft turns his neck to look at him balefully and, as per usual, offer very little clarification on anything. “I don’t know where you hid your sweets stash. Give me some chocolate.”

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caelesmariya.

“….Well, it is quite hot today… So I.. suppose that I understand…?”

This is going to be a long day, she can feel it.

“Where is your… uh, friend? The blonde one with the hat?”

Lovecraft responds to the question with immediate and apparent grumpiness, sulking with a renewed vigor and blowing some annoyed bubbles into the water. He takes a few seconds to himself to burble before tilting his head out of the water enough to speak once more.

          “John left again. It’s very frustrating. And lonely.” She probably doesn’t care about that part. Too late.

           “You probably wanted him to tug me out of here, hm?”

No such luck! Though she is right in that John is one of the few people who could talk him out of trying to sleep in a fountain. Sadly, that is a fact currently irrelevant.

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

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sits on his lap, "tell me old sport did you miss me?"

Lovecraft splits his entire lower body into a mass of tentacle and limb (complete with the nausea-inducing noises it entails, crunching bones and all), solely so he can allow Fitzgerald to drop right back down to the ground. The tentacles coil around the ground with a radius of absolutely nothing around Fitzgerald, as if his presence is a strong enough ward against Lovecraft’s touch to burn away any of the limbs that get too close. (Really, Lovecraft just doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction.)

           “You push your luck, Fitzgerald.”

He speaks drily, slumping forward to lean (bored, sitting up straight takes so much energy) against a few of his own tentacles, bowed up before him.

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       ❝    —have you ever heard of something called a ‘flower crown’? i think one of them would look good on you, so you should let me make it for you and put it on. can i?   ❞

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“Yes. John made me one, once, if I recall. If you would like to, you’re welcome to.” For once, something he knows of.

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Hey there ! It’s ya friendly prick, EMERY, here with a shy but fucking deadly boy, EDGAR ALLAN POE  ( エドガー・アラン・ポオ, Edogā Aran Pō ) from the series BUNGOU STRAY DOGS ( bsd ),

so if you like guys that are really obsessed with death (their exes), raccoons, and the power to literally trap someone in a book— Poe’s your man!

Ladies, Lads, did i mention he’s one of the fathers of modern psychological horror, a list which also includes H.P. LOVECRAFT???

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goremeat.

“Why are you some sort of Lovecraftian entity made out of slime and some sort of obscure energy?”

          “And out of shell, sometimes, but only a few.”

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goremeat.

   “I’m willing to take the risk. “ 

           “I’m not. And I think that is more important. You cannot eat me.”

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“Are the tentacles edible? “ 

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          “I. I’m highly toxic.”

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yorunotora.

“E-EAT — please don’t eat him.” A simple observance has transformed into a full-fledged attempt to spare the small animal’s life in the face of an inhuman entity. “They make for wonderful pets though, rabbits. They’re very soft and quiet? And their noses twitch. This one … looks like a domestic rabbit and not a wild one. He probably escaped from home somehow.” 

           “Yes, I have abandoned that plan.” He feels as if that should be evident enough by the rabbit still being in one piece. (Lovecraft is uncertain of any other purpose a rabbit holds, other than food.)

           “A... pet? Their noses twitch.”

Is that their main selling point? Absolutely worthless. They are very soft, but so are most cats, and cats tend to have a myriad of talents more than that. Lovecraft lifts the rabbit up to meet his gaze, staring very seriously into its eyes.

           “You’re not very impressive,” he tells the rabbit very matter-of-factly.  It’s inferior to his cat. The rabbit wriggles. Understandable. Lovecraft returns his focus to Atsushi.

          “What do I do with it now, if we have established it’s not food?”

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fukainoumi.

     a flower? — that’s just like Lovecraft ( not that he’s complaining ) – there’s a special sort of solace to be found in the simplicity of things, and Fai is not above granting such a wish. the magic that springs forth from his fingers is bathed in a gentle opaque purple glow, and twists to form a flower reminiscent of the ones he’d once seen in the Valerian castle’s gardens long ago. it takes boosting on his tiptoes to get it tucked behind Lovecraft’s ear, but it’s a sight to behold after he’s taken a step back to admire his work.  ❝    if it’s all you want, then i don’t mind giving it to you. it looks good on you, don’t you think?    ❞

lovecraft lowers his head to try and help fai with his flower-placing endeavours, though it ends up more a mere gesture than something with much effect. he did not expect the gift to be a magic one, though he won’t complain. he’s gained some affinity for plants over time, thanks in part to the mage before him. they can be pretty, and that alone is worth something. perhaps a magic one will live longer. “does it?” without thinking, he tries to crane his neck and look at the flower on his ear (like a dog chasing its own tail, only slower). “--i will take your word for it. thank you.”

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yobihci.

WORDS WERE registered in her ears ———— she stays on her place, leaning her back against the bricked wall, how unlike of her, needing the spaces of herself, alone. Which is why ; she left the agency without a trace of words behind, without even noting atsushi, she’s aware of their worry - wart. She’s seen few flashback of memories in her dream, it was terrifying ———— crumbled in madness, her deceased parents, the day she’d almost died from the bomb, the day she almost lost the ones they’re very dear to her, it’s crawling back to her skin, to hunt her down ; it’s her fault, no matter what atsushi says & what to do to keep her & the agency safe, it’s her fault. She’s the weapon of destruction that greedy people tends to hunt the likes of her. 

….. Why the world itself is twisting on one day to another … ? 

❛ i was thinking where to go before it’ll storm. ❜ the fact ; it’s too far from here to return back to where she was.

She seems distant from her own body, thoughts taking her further than the storm-sweetened wind will reach. It almost surprises Lovecraft when she speaks. The flat expression seemed as if it were good enough a wall to keep anything from coming or going. But she did, and so he will reply.

           “The Agency isn’t near here.”

Of course it’s not, and of course she knows that. He states it nonetheless, because it seems a necessary prelude. Lovecraft shifts his weight uncertainly. A slow drizzle beings to fall.

          “If you want, there is a place near here           where I am welcome. A bookstore. You           can wait out the storm there, I’ll show           you the way.”

He is welcome only because of his (former?) close connection with Poe, the place had little choice but to allow the looming shadow in if they wished anything to do with the author. But it’s a welcome he makes good use of, and the store forgives him for being spooky so long as he pays for the sweets the internal cafe gives him. It seems a perfectly reasonable place to invite Kyouka to, better there than standing melancholy in the rain.

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find him crouched over, very deliberately laying out playing cards in some pattern sensical only to himself, occasionally muttering or shaking his head at the assortment when he lies a new card--                 in the middle of the sidewalk.                                                (grim portent! grim portent! grim portent!)

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           “Her name,” Lovecraft intones with deep portent,             “is Zulmet.”

He is referring, of course, to the sleek black cat that is currently lying on a short brick fence, allowing Fukuzawa to pet her head if he so wishes.

          “She is my associate.”

Saying that she belongs to him seems incorrect, because she is a cat and thus does whatever she feels like. (She is a cat that he ensured was given a supernatural awareness, so perhaps even less liable to be ‘owned’.) Friend, perhaps. He does not wish to scare Fukuzawa away from the cat, as evidenced by the fact that it was an announcement and nothing more, and Lovecraft stays in his position some distance away.

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‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’ sh ame on u lovecraft!!

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Lovecraft mutters quietly, muffled by his face being smushed against the floor. Blearily, he raises his head up and blinks at the girl. The tentacle wound reflexively around her foot releases its painful-tight grip that had caused her to endanger the precious cargo of pastry. 

Hm. 

           “The ground isn’t that dirty.”

Case in point: he’s on the ground. He’s doing fine. Surprising the unfortunate passersby was entirely unintentional, though it’s not his fault that she woke him up and the only immediate reaction was to take the offense. Plenty of morsels of food pass him by when he’s dozing and his tentacles grabbing onto whatever disturbs him is a completely reasonable survival tactic.

It’s also a bit of a problem when he isn’t underwater and what he tends to sleepily grab are the ankles of innocents, but whatever.