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BSD Chapter 98

At the Airport - Part 7

Wow! This chapter sure took an unexpected turn. I have to admit that it never crossed my mind before and I'm genuinely surprised. But I'm also excited to see what will come next. It seems really promising.

And can I say the Dazai/Sigma combo is really cute in a weird way? XD

Please note that I don't speak Japanese nor English as my native language, so I do make mistakes and use weird words etc. Please forgive me, I am just doing this for fun. And if you find any mistakes, feel free to let me know anytime. I would really appreciate that!

SPOILERS AHEAD

- Aya is trying to figure out how to get out of the airport, as it is being blocked up. She asks Bram if he can give orders to the other vampire. Bram tells her it is impossible, as his authority has been robbed by the sword, and he can only give orders when the sword is held by Fukuchi. Aya asked Bram if he has any idea, and Bram tells her they should dig a hole and sleep for about 200 years to wait for the situation to improve. Aya tells Bram he is useless, without his ability. Bram suddenly asks Aya if she can run, and she tells him she is the best at sprinting in her school. Bram says that is perfect because turns out the vampires have found them and they have to run now.

- Back to the prison, Sigma is asking Dazai why he chose him and what he is up to. Dazai says that he thinks its so spacy outside compare to the prison cell and grabs Sigma to dance, ignoring all of his questions. Sigma tells him to be more serious because when he is messing around like that, Fyodor might have come closer to the exit. Meanwhile, its been 5 minutes since the game started, but Fyodor is shown to have not started moving.

- Aya and Bram are having a hard time running away from the vampires. Bram cannot give orders to the vampires, but he can still scare them off somehow. They end up being surrounded by the vampire. Bram tells Aya to leave him and run but Aya refuses because if she loses Bram now everything will be over. When she is trying to figure out a way, Kenji comes to her rescue, as per Ranpo’s order.

- Dazai and Sigma are still dancing (Sigma looks so done here lol). Dazai suggest taking a tour around a prison, as they normally don’t get to come here at all. Sigma tells him to go sightseeing in hell. Dazai then changes directions, saying he wants to go to the service room for the staff, because he is sick of the prison meal and want some sweets. Sigma is so done with him that he says he is gonna go alone. He says he knows Dazai cannot win against Fyodor, but he has a reason not to lose. We then see a flashback from 5 days ago when Sigma was rescued by Gogol. He asked Gogol why Gogol wanted him to join against Fyodor. Gogol said because it seemed fun, and also, it is also for Sigma’s sake. Because Fyodor must have heard that Sigma’s assassination has failed, so until they can kill Fyodor, Sigma will never be able to obtain his “home” of peace. Sigma understands it more than anyone else. He knows that everyone in this world is born with a home, except for him. And he has been used ever since he was born, from nothing. First by Fyodor, then Gogol and now Dazai. He decides that he will defeat Fyodor and get a home for himself that no one can touch, and never let himself be used again.

- Dazai tells Sigma that he is interesting and he promises that Sigma will get out of there alive. Suddenly they hear a loud noise from above. It comes from the first floor. We then see a guard, who calls himself the strongest person in there with the nickname “Hundred-skill Briareus”, collapsing in front of an unknown intruder. Before he collapses, he tells the intruder that it was amazing. While Sigma is still wondering where the noise comes from, Dazai tells him that it is an intruder. Sigma askes him how he can be so sure of that, and Dazai tells him it is because he heard the angels whisper. Sigma doesn't really understand the meaning of that, because there is no way Dazai can bring any wireless devices with him. Dazai then tells Sigma that the intruder can only Fyodor’s pawn. The two of them reach the forth floor underground and see all the beaten guards. Looking at them, Dazai understands right away who that was, and says that Fyodor pulls such a troublesome card.

- Meanwhile, the guards find Fyodor and try to seize him, but the “intruder”, now revealed as Chuuya who has been turned into a vampire, comes to his rescue. The match now becomes 2 vs 2, one side with Dazai and Sigma and the other with Fyodor and Chuuya. The chapter ends with Sigma freaking out, thinking that there is no way they are gonna win against that.

Next Chapter comes out on February 4. Thank you for reading till the end ^^

[writing-prompt-s]

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

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Arepo built a temple in his field, a humble thing, some stones stacked up to make a cairn, and two days later a god moved in.

“Hope you’re a harvest god,” Arepo said, and set up an altar and burnt two stalks of wheat. “It’d be nice, you know.” He looked down at the ash smeared on the stone, the rocks all laid askew, and coughed and scratched his head. “I know it’s not much,” he said, his straw hat in his hands. “But - I’ll do what I can. It’d be nice to think there’s a god looking after me.”

The next day he left a pair of figs, the day after that he spent ten minutes of his morning seated by the temple in prayer. On the third day, the god spoke up.

“You should go to a temple in the city,” the god said. Its voice was like the rustling of the wheat, like the squeaks of fieldmice running through the grass. “A real temple. A good one. Get some real gods to bless you. I’m no one much myself, but I might be able to put in a good word?” It plucked a leaf from a tree and sighed. “I mean, not to be rude. I like this temple. It’s cozy enough. The worship’s been nice. But you can’t honestly believe that any of this is going to bring you anything.”

“This is more than I was expecting when I built it,” Arepo said, laying down his scythe and lowering himself to the ground. “Tell me, what sort of god are you anyway?”

“I’m of the fallen leaves,” it said. “The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth. I’m a god of a dozen different nothings, scraps that lead to rot, momentary glimpses. A change in the air, and then it’s gone.”

The god heaved another sigh. “There’s no point in worship in that, not like War, or the Harvest, or the Storm. Save your prayers for the things beyond your control, good farmer. You’re so tiny in the world. So vulnerable. Best to pray to a greater thing than me.”

Arepo plucked a stalk of wheat and flattened it between his teeth. “I like this sort of worship fine,” he said. “So if you don’t mind, I think I’ll continue.”

“Do what you will,” said the god, and withdrew deeper into the stones. “But don’t say I never warned you otherwise.”

Arepo would say a prayer before the morning’s work, and he and the god contemplated the trees in silence. Days passed like that, and weeks, and then the Storm rolled in, black and bold and blustering. It flooded Arepo’s fields, shook the tiles from his roof, smote his olive tree and set it to cinder. The next day, Arepo and his sons walked among the wheat, salvaging what they could. The little temple had been strewn across the field, and so when the work was done for the day, Arepo gathered the stones and pieced them back together.

“Useless work,” the god whispered, but came creeping back inside the temple regardless. “There wasn’t a thing I could do to spare you this.”

“We’ll be fine,” Arepo said. “The storm’s blown over. We’ll rebuild. Don’t have much of an offering for today,” he said, and laid down some ruined wheat, “but I think I’ll shore up this thing’s foundations tomorrow, how about that?” 

The god rattled around in the temple and sighed.

A year passed, and then another. The temple had layered walls of stones, a roof of woven twigs. Arepo’s neighbors chuckled as they passed it. Some of their children left fruit and flowers. And then the Harvest failed, the gods withdrew their bounty. In Arepo’s field the wheat sprouted thin and brittle. People wailed and tore their robes, slaughtered lambs and spilled their blood, looked upon the ground with haunted eyes and went to bed hungry. Arepo came and sat by the temple, the flowers wilted now, the fruit shriveled nubs, Arepo’s ribs showing through his chest, his hands still shaking, and murmured out a prayer. 

“There is nothing here for you,” said the god, hudding in the dark. “There is nothing I can do. There is nothing to be done.” It shivered, and spat out its words. “What is this temple but another burden to you?”

“We -” Arepo said, and his voice wavered. “So it’s a lean year,” he said. “We’ve gone through this before, we’ll get through this again. So we’re hungry,” he said. “We’ve still got each other, don’t we? And a lot of people prayed to other gods, but it didn’t protect them from this. No,” he said, and shook his head, and laid down some shriveled weeds on the altar. “No, I think I like our arrangement fine.”

“There will come worse,” said the god, from the hollows of the stone. “And there will be nothing I can do to save you.”

The years passed. Arepo rested a wrinkled hand upon the temple of stone and some days spent an hour there, lost in contemplation with the god.

And one fateful day, from across the wine-dark seas, came War.

Arepo came stumbling to his temple now, his hand pressed against his gut, anointing the holy site with his blood. Behind him, his wheat fields burned, and the bones burned black in them. He came crawling on his knees to a temple of hewed stone, and the god rushed out to meet him.

“I could not save them,” said the god, its voice a low wail. “I am sorry. I am sorry. I am so so sorry.” The leaves fell burning from the trees, a soft slow rain of ash. “I have done nothing! All these years, and I have done nothing for you!”

“Shush,” Arepo said, tasting his own blood, his vision blurring. He propped himself up against the temple, forehead pressed against the stone in prayer. “Tell me,” he mumbled. “Tell me again. What sort of god are you?”

“I -” said the god, and reached out, cradling Arepo’s head, and closed its eyes and spoke.

“I’m of the fallen leaves,” it said, and conjured up the image of them. “The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth.” Arepo’s lips parted in a smile.

“I am the god of a dozen different nothings,” it said. “The petals in bloom that lead to rot, the momentary glimpses. A change in the air -” Its voice broke, and it wept. “Before it’s gone.”

“Beautiful,” Arepo said, his blood staining the stones, seeping into the earth. “All of them. They were all so beautiful.”

And as the fields burned and the smoke blotted out the sun, as men were trodden in the press and bloody War raged on, as the heavens let loose their wrath upon the earth, Arepo the sower lay down in his humble temple, his head sheltered by the stones, and returned home to his god.

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BSD Chapter 95.5

"At the Airport Part 5.2"

Short chapter this month, but many great turns of events!

I speak neither English nor Japanese as my native language so I may make some mistakes here and there. I also come back and make revisions to my original posts from time to time when I find a better expression.

SPOILERS AHEAD

- It is confirmed that the ones who broke into the prison and got Dazai and Fyodor out of their cells was Gogol (he also explains that it worked on Dazai because Dazai didn't touch the transferring spot). He calls Sigma his "assistant" which Sigma denies right away, telling him if its okay not to explain what is going on to Dazai and Fyodor. Gogol says its no need because the two of them already understand the situation.

- Fyodor asks Gogol why he got both of them out of prison. Gogol grabs Fyodor's hand saying he misses him and that he obviously came to kill Fyodor. He says his desire to save his dear friend is so unshakeable that he has to break through it with determination, because it is a kind of proof of free will. Dazai mocks Fyodor that he has such a good friend. Gogol then continues his speech and say that, however, philosophically, if he is to kill Fyodor, it will just become an expression of his own "instinct to prove his free will", which means nothing more than a proof of animal emotion.

- That's why, in the end, Gogol has come up with a way to achieve both of his goals: saving his friend and killing his friend. That's to have Fyodor and Dazai duel with each other in a prison break. Dazai and Fyodor looks happy with the plan. Dazai once again says that Fyodor has such a good friend (to which Fyodor agrees).

- The scene changes back to Aya, who happened to wake up the sleeping Bram inside his coffin. Bram starts to introduce himself as the ruler of the darkness, the king of the night and that Aya's life is nothing more than the evening dew before dawn etc.. He uses a lot of difficult words to Aya don't understand a thing. Bram then has to explain it again using simple words, but he gives up midway, saying whatever, he is going to sleep.

- Aya walks out of the coffin and notices that Bram doesn't have anything below his neck. She asks Bram how he washes his face in the morning. Bram says he doesn't and Aya sounds disgusted. Aya says that Bram is somewhat different from her first impression of him. She asks Bram if he is a friend of the scary sword uncle (Fukuchi). Bram says that Fukuchi is instead, the old enemy who chained him, pierced him with the holy sword, manipulated his kins, and robbed him of his power. Aya asks for his name and decides that she will call him "Bram-chan" for short. She then asks Bram to tell her everything about this incident from the beginning.

- Meanwhile, Fukuchi has acknowledged that if the vampire army doesn't attack first, he won't be able to use One Order. So he decides to do exactly that and start the war. Just by wielding the sword with Bram, he will be able to trigger all the armies to start attacking. He rushes to the room where Bram was in and finds an empty coffin. In the last frame, Aya is seen carrying Bram to run away.

That's the end of this month's chapter. Next chapter will come out December 3. Thank you for reading till the end.

[viria]

I was listening to Mumford and sons and things spiralled out of my control 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[verbrennung]

Hi! You mentioned a while ago that another chapter of TF would come out, and I was wondering if that was still a thing? I know it’s been a long time but TF and Desperato are so good and it would be really great to hear more about it. If not, that’s cool too. :)

Hey!! :) Yep, it’s coming! The chapter is abouuuut 75% complete - sorry it’s taken so long!! I pick it back up and then life takes a huge dump on me and then I pick it up again and then life takes a huge--- 

You get the picture ;) I’m working from home part-time atm but I’m trying to make the most of the current situation and use the remaining time to save money be creative. Writers block has been slamming me as much as life lately but I’m determined to get it out in May! 

Thanks so much for still being interested and supporting me!! I don’t deserve you guys honestly

[ikasku]

my heart is aching for the lack of content 😭😭

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Kagehina Winged AU commission I did for Cass! 

Kageyama is injured and in a very bad dream, so his wings are on fire, and Hinata’s are blue because he’s healing Kageyama;; cries tears of joy, I loved drawing this one so much!

I might have turned into a softie, but I still love drawing angsty things so much;; 

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Happy Halloween<3

This idea is commissioned by tyrannusbazgrimmpitch!:”)

If you’re curious, you can check out the speedpaint for it on my youtube channel:3

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I needed to take out my passion for iwaois on iwaois…

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meet Iwa-chan, my best friend in a whooole world!

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some sketches from twitter because why not

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flowers probably bloom when Oikawa smiles sincerely…so does Iwa:D

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because making Iwa-chan flustered is obviously REALLY fun, and flustered Iwa-chan is obviously the BEST Iwa-chan :’D

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Oikawa has a thing for Iwaizumi’s hands just like the rest of us and then gets really affectionate

[viria]

“NO.”

“So mean, Iwa-chan.”

Because puppy eyes just don’t work on Iwaizumi at all. He gives in, eventually, not because Oikawa is kind of cute like this, no, but because he’s too tired to deal with all of Oikawa’s whining.

why would anyone demand an ice-cream this early on the winter morning, is a mystery we don’t talk about.

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Oikawa: Iwa-chan fell asleep in my futon Oikawa: ｀Δ´=３ Matsukawa: Send a pic Oikawa: He’s under the futon from his stomach to his head Hanamaki: What kind of sleep method is that? (x)

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Because happy Toorus are the best Toorus:*)