PARTNER.

independent portrayal of paul verlaine and arthur rimbaud from bungo stray dogs. written by meri, sideblog to devouund.

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VIEACCORDE: an independent portrayal of paul verlaine and arthur rimbaud from the manga bungou stray dogs. written by meri, contains full series & light novel spoilers. since this is a sideblog, all follow-backs will come from @devouund!

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okay, so just as a head's up -> i'm moving rimbaud and verlaine (and eventually the rest of my bsd muses) over to a new account, where i'll hopefully manage to be much more active than i've been over here!

you can find verlaine and rimbaud over @lunechoes. i'll also have a sideblog set up soon for sigma, as well as one for the rest of my bsd muses shortly, which i'll post here as well once they're ready! i'm really sorry for the trouble otl, and ty for being patient with me as always :'))

[devouund]

MAN I REALLY WANT A THREAD WITH LIKE... verlaine being trapped in some sort of au world without any knowledge or memories of the supernatural... with someone trying to bring him back to bsd's world, for whatever reason.

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this would also be really fun to do with the hunting dogs i feel. i do not know why them in particular, i'm just feeling it for them.

[devouund]

MAN I REALLY WANT A THREAD WITH LIKE... verlaine being trapped in some sort of au world without any knowledge or memories of the supernatural... with someone trying to bring him back to bsd's world, for whatever reason.

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new starter call in honor of the new stormbringer chapter!!

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sort-of redraw of a panel from the new 15 chapter

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RIMLAINE I LOVE YOU........... GOD. TRULY THE BEST SHIP OF OUR ERA <3

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i need to make rimbaud headcanons so bad.... like i really want to do that right now. might work on it for a bit, even if I suspect i'll second-guess every possible idea and settle on absolutely nothing in the end (whoops)

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Ayatsuji Yukito debates, as he stands in the doorway, pipe in his lips. It wouldn't be too hard to tell the snipers outside that someone had broken in. If he did that, then they would tighten the security on his agency building. Troublesome. Though it isn't like this man was intent of doing him any harm.

"You could say that." Smoke leaves his lips in a line- golden eyes watching the man that sits in elegant western furniture. A step in as he shuts the door behind him, leaning against it.

"I doubt you've come here for what I normally get jobs for." To dig up dirt on political opponents, to find a killer, to kill a killer- What this man seeks... it's different. "Out with it, and make it quick- It's only a matter of time before my watchdog changes positions and you end up being right in his scope."

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"Thank you for your time."

Rimbaud gives a polite bow at Ayatsuji's response. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by the thought of being on the other side of the barrel of a gun, and in fact doesn't react to the comment at all, not even to look around or try to spot the watchdog in question. Though he does think to himself - really, does this man have to deal with being followed everywhere he goes? What a miserable state of affairs...

"To get straight to the point, then - I'm interested in employing your services to investigate a certain individual." An individual who Rimbaud suspects must have something to do with with the impossible paradox that is Rimbaud's own survival - of the events seven years ago that should've been his end. His own investigation had eventually turned up a name, but there's only so much he himself could do with the resources of a dead man, and a need to hide himself from any organizations that might be interested in his apparent "resurrection".

As for the reason for this investigation of his... well, that's a more complicated question. But perhaps the answer is rather obvious - who wouldn't have an interest in the identity of their so-called "savior", after all?

"Although I have little more than a name to give you... I don't have many options available to me at the moment. Although, is this the sort of job you would normally take on...?"

[vieaccorde]

My muse for verlaine has come back hard today and honestly I couldn’t be happier…….. he will always be my character of all time <333

[phasmascript]

Holds neither sympathy or compassion to humans real or scientifically created. Sync simply regards everything and everyone with the same disdain and dislike. During his mission, he has to bite that back and act docile and kind.

A gloved hand grips the strap of his school bag just a bit more tightly. The man before him, a person Sync had only read and heard rumors of, is no different. Or perhaps there is a bit of hate in this dull green eyes. Even with all his intelligence and sharp instincts, he hadn’t noticed the intruder in his home. Throwing the bag against the sofa, he rolls his eyes.

“Sort of the point of spy work. Seems I wasn’t hidden well enough since you sniffed me out.” Agitation isn’t hidden as the teen watches.

“If you came here expecting a friendly chat, you’ll be sorry to know that my manners are just as lacking as the rest of me.” After all Sync was but trash being given purpose. So then why was the King of Assassins here trying to talk to him?

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Sync's blunt words draw out a short laugh from Verlaine - one that seems honestly friendly, but perhaps a bit unsettling for that very reason.

"Lacking? Hmm. That's an interesting perspective." As he muses aloud, Verlaine doesn't seem put off at all by Sync's clear disdain for him at all. Already, that statement of his alone has told him quite a bit about how Sync thinks of himself... and objectively, he isn't exactly wrong. As an artificial lifeform, he will never be human like those around him. He'll always be missing the freedom and soul given to those blessed by god. Lacking is perhaps the perfect term to describe both of them.

In the past, that fact had caused Verlaine endless resentment, but now... while he still holds no love for the world, his experiences have caused him to change his perspective somewhat. Chuuya, Rimbaud... they had both been able to glimpse a world that Verlaine couldn't see, one that remains hidden from him even now. He can't see himself as human, still... it's just that maybe there are things more important to him than that, now.

"Lacking in skill, maybe. But things like that can be taught, and improve with time." Although, just because Verlaine was able to break in so easily doesn't actually mean Sync isn't skilled - it's more just that he was up against Paul Verlaine. That's a match-up that wouldn't be fair to almost anyone.

"A chat wouldn't be so bad, would it? I came all the way here, after all."

[vieaccorde]

new starter call in honor of the new stormbringer chapter!!

[frost-eyed-autumn]

Take a break. Yeah right. The only reason he wasn't already in Mori's office with a drink in his hand and a vitriolic rant on his tongue was he knew just how busy the Boss was bound to be dealing with all the recent developments.

Akutagawa was in the hospital because of the Agency, Kyouka had defected from the organization -- if temporarily, and Dazai had the whole damn council cornered. No doubt, Mori would be putting out feelers for just how far Dazai's threats reached, and wouldn't want to be disturbed in the meantime, but guaranteed Chuuya would be there drunkenly yapping his ear off by the end of the week.

He hated to admit it, but he was pretty damn helpless in this situation. He was always the best at figuring out Dazai's stupid, shitty plans, but only when Dazai wanted him to. It was what had made them great partners, despite hating each other, but as full-blown enemies?

Ugh, this would all be so much easier if he could just KILL him.

But Dazai dying was the exact trigger that was going to domino their whole organization. He wasn't dumb enough to think they could even stage an accident. Dazai's warning had been clear enough. His intelligence would leak if he died period, not just if he was obviously murdered. Stupid fucker.

"I just want five minutes with him in a locked room with a metal bat," he growled under his breath, not so quietly it couldn't be heard, but unfortunately the only thing he can do now is complain about it. "That's what'd be good for me."

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"Has anyone ever told you you're too much of a hard worker?"

Honestly, Verlaine can't blame Chuuya for his anger at all - and truth be told, he'd like nothing more than to grant him his wish. When Dazai had turned his back on the Port Mafia, it had been a betrayal to all of them in every sense of the word - but it was only the betrayal he'd inflicted on the one he used to call 'partner' that Verlaine cared about. Hypocritical, perhaps, considering what he'd once done to Chuuya, but... it had reminded him, in part, of another betrayal long ago - one between two spies who'd also been called "partners;" one that Verlaine has never forgotten and can now never take back.

The thought causes the smile to drop off his face, a familiar sting of pain welling up inside him that he pushes down as best he can. Yes... there's nothing quite as cruel as betrayal.

"You'll get your payback. You just need patience." Out of all the people who'd queue up to get a shot at beating up Dazai - and Verlaine has no doubts the list is long - Chuuya's earned his right to stand at the front of the line. But right now, there's not much he can do... and it's no surprise that that's unimaginably frustrating

"Besides - there are ways to make people suffer without killing them."

[weather-of-a-storm]

this took me 14 hours ╥﹏╥

also first time animating fire （・∀・）

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The interest Verlaine holds in the young man before him isn't as all-consuming as it may have been in the past. That's what he thinks, at least, but to be honest, it's difficult for Verlaine to be certain of how he would've reacted to the existence of Sync at all, since so much has changed since then.

But to meet yet another artificial lifeform now, after all these years... while Verlaine doesn't know the details, and Sync's origins aren't quite the same as his or Chuuya's, when he heard the news, he felt something inside him begin to stir. ...It's not quite the same kind of feeling as the one he felt for his younger brother, all those years ago - perhaps because he's learnt by now the foolishness of his assumptions in the past. He'd thought Chuuya was the same as him, but in the end, the views they held towards the world, humanity, and even themselves couldn't have been more different. ...And that was what led to Verlaine's complete and utter defeat.

It's for that reason that he knows better than to repeat the same mistake. Yet... the foolishness of the heart isn't always so easy to leave behind. If it were, he wouldn't be here, would he?

"It was difficult to find you, you know." he says, smiling ever so naturally, no hint of any danger lurking in his eyes. "Surely you can spare at least a moment to talk. As guests go, you must've had worse."

@phasmascript ( starter for sync! )

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still in my heart

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@vieaccorde | one liner starter call

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

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Even though Paul's words are as clear as ever, and he should be able to grasp their meaning perfectly... Arthur can't possibly imagine what he looks like right now. He knows that he's standing stunned, so utterly still that it's as if he's a paper decoration that might be knocked down by a stray gust of wind. So for that reason, he imagines that the expression he's wearing must be one that's equally shocked - perhaps his eyes have widened, with lips slightly parted as he fails even to notice the chill of the air.

But he really can't tell at all. He's never been good at understanding how he's seen by others.

"What... do you mean? Paul?" he asks, the look that Paul has noticed never once leaving his face. It's not so much that he appears dazed, but more like something his partner has said has stuck him deeply, without him realizing. In that regard... it seems he's not ready to answer Paul quite yet.