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through the stained glass window (5009 words) by cursedbythenarrative Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armed Detective Agency Ensemble & Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), past dazai osamu & oda sakunosuke & sakaguchi ango Characters: Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Port Mafia Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Magical Realism, Sort of? I guess?, Retelling, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, All Magic Comes With a Price, Canon-Typical Violence, Nakajima Atsushi-centric (Bungou Stray Dogs), POV Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Self-Indulgent, Character Study, i say nervously, Mentioned Oda Sakunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency as Family (Bungou Stray Dogs), Historical Fantasy, Armed Detective Agency Shenanigans (Bungou Stray Dogs), surprisingly light-hearted, Revolutionaries, Dystopia, i guess, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, oda haunts the narrative to a normal degree i think Summary: Atsushi hadn’t ever been outside of the capital before. That, in of itself, wasn’t too strange, he thought. Most people never left the capital—and while he’d always been interested in what the outside world looked like, he’d been content with imagining it—painfully aware that he’d never be strong enough to actually see for himself. or: Fukuzawa Yukichi has kidnapped the rightful heir to the throne—at least that is what President Mori wants his citizens to believe. With war brewing on the horizon, the people of Yokohama have no choice but to fight against the group of rebels hiding their crown prince away, if they want to save their country and preserve the magic keeping the capital safe. Meanwhile, Nakajima Atsushi has been exiled and left for dead.

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↳ THAT REFLECTIVE REPORT THEY MAKE YOU ANSWER AT THE END OF THE YEAR.

asena f. // 20.09.2020

inspired by @noteaboy​‘s beautiful work! one day this will go into a chapbook.

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i’ve been writing a bit these past few days! It’s nothing vertigo related but have a little snippet anyways! I’ve set November 2nd as a deadline for myself so hopefully I’ll get the full thing out by then :)

The panic, though, did not set in.

He’d been panicked—before. When they’d dragged him out of his little cot by the scruff of his neck like a misbehaving cat. He’d trashed and flailed and fought—blind in his fear—had scratched and bitten and yelled as the other children had watched, faces twisted into something between amused and horrified.

Not a child anymore, the orphanage director had told them when they’d dragged him out the back door. You better behave if you don’t want to end up like him.

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introductory post (｢• ω •)｢

hullo! ⭐️

I’m Vee! I work a full time job and I’m trying to get back into my hobbies. Due to personal boundaries I will not be following back anyone under the age of 18. This is not a DNI as I don’t mind asks/interactions but a small warning :)

useful tags;

#writing: any and all ramblings about my fics

#asks: what it says on the tin pretty much

#art: pretty pretty things I’ve been sent by brilliant people :) :)

#vertigo spoilers: excerpts on whatever chapter I am currently working on!

#ttsgw: the atsushi centric au i've been talking about for a while now!

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↳ FEAR &. INSANITY, DOVE.

coming 01.01.2021

click for better quality + ID under cut <3

I ; FEAR

little one who cries in the dead of the night because you heard a noise from the cupboard. that’s just your local monster who takes care of the real bad guys. that noise you heard was them fighting it out.

growing up and they tell you not to step in the woods or you’ll be taken by the fae. that’s just them remembering the last time the town chief’s daughter did that and never returned. that silence whenever you bring it up was them reevaluating you.

teenager who stepped into the woods ignoring their cries and you heard a scream. that’s just the ghost of the daughter telling you to go back go back go— you don’t listen, do you? another step, then another, then—

then you fall through and into another world where humans aren’t invited and the High Queen looks you over and just says “fear is born from imagination” and lets you go. you wander the place, you touch the dirt-but-not-dirt walls, you pass whispering people with pointed ears.

fear is born from imagination, but you’re not imagining anything, so you’re no longer afraid, and that’s when they steal you away from that heavenly court and put you in the darkest of rooms, where evil is the most glorious thing to exist, and you realise

fear is born from the imagination but fear keeps you alive.

2 ; INSANITY

and then you disappear and they think: it’s over, they’re never coming back. but then one day you emerge from the woods, a little battered but still whole. still alive.

and they’re happy to see you, but there’s something off that they can’t quite get right. it’s not your ears, because they’re still round. still human ears. they press iron to your skin. nothing happens.

then you speak, and they scream and flee. you cannot hear, for you have been deafened. you don’t know what you’re saying. i am whole, you want to say. why are you running?

they do not hear human words, child of the fae. they hear the language of the old gods, a language so old and powerful mortal ears will bleed. the gods were never meant to be heard, only obeyed.

they refuse to listen to you. you cannot listen to them. insanity comes knocking, and you let it in. all day, you wail and scream, and soon the town is empty, the people escaping.

except for you, fae-who-is-not-a-fae. you don’t notice, though. not with all the blood you see.

fear &. insanity, dove, it comes for us all.

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↳ THE DEAD FOREST ( AND MY FEELINGS )

they never told us about the dead forest, but we went anyway, in the darkest part of the night, where we were nothing more than bits of shadow, we went, and you met me under the biggest tree, lantern to light the spot, and we sat and we talked and you told me your dreams and i told you my nightmares.

coming 01.01.2021 // thank you to @sleepyowlwrites​ for the prompt-snack, ily

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...the lady of the forest consumes your sadness but makes you return the favour tenfold by pouring ten times the regret into you.

ttsgw ; 01.01.2021

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coming up with [] content is just *attempts to think of idea* *struggles* *makes sure it hasn't been done* *struggles more* *makes it a reality* *struggles* *gets [] to test/read it for me* *stru—