#Bleeding Monochrome

[thedancingleaf]

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#the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts 4 #the sims #thesims4 #sims4 #ts4 #thesims #sims #my sims #my story #thesims4 story #sims4 story #ts4 story #s4 story #sims story #Bleeding Monochrome

[atroppa-nightshade]

bleeding out.

He's probably fine

#art #my art #atroppa draws a thing #digital art #illustration #oc #my oc #juno #monochrome #purple #dithering #halftones #pixel art #manga #fun lore fact! figments don't really bleed in the usual sense- instead their Core will start to breach the surface layer of their body #buuut since juno has an actual fucking human heart merged with his core injuring him WILL draw blood #i just chose not to draw it here bc the piece felt complex enough

[ronqueesha]

I was reminded of this video recently, and it's great.

#Youtube #my favorite part is when she goes on a rant many historians regardless of specialization go on #about how the past was not a drab. monochrome. colorless place #it was just as bright and gaudy and eye-catching as the modern world #'if your eyes aren't bleeding it's not historically accurate'

[willow-bone-art]

:)

#art queue #digital art #blood #nosebleed #bleeding #injuries #implied violence #dnd ocs #my ocs #monochrome #sketches #shyroe

[beenbaanbuun]

has yeosang nipped their lamb-dove? he's bitten hongjoong officially. has he bitten anyone else? i feel like if he did the reader would be like ur just a puppyyyyyyyyyy. and defend sangie to the matz like he just accidentally bit them its fine hes teething. all the excuses. i bet there would suddenly be chew toys for him too if so (and theyd be so clearly from the reader - all pastel and cute vs the monochrome of the matz!fam)

the biting was bad in the beginning especially. if either hongjoong or seonghwa got too close to him, he’d lunge for them and sink his teeth into whatever skin they had available. it was rare that he’d make them bleed since the bites were more of a warning than anything. it was only ever when they deigned to touch him that he bit hard enough to hurt. of course, over time as he learned the rules of the house a little better, the biting got less and less. hongjoong no longer had to pin him by the scruff of the neck for doing something so utterly disrespectful as smashing a priceless vase for the soul purpose of rebelling, and seonghwa’s regular hair ruffles just became something yeosang could live with.

but darling was somehow special. the fact that he knew he would be dead if he dared to hurt her had no real part in it, because he never felt the urge to hurt her. sure, when she pounced on his and used him as her personal teddy bear it pissed him off, but he never bit her. and all those hours that she spent sat next to him, fiddling with his fluffy tail really, really annoyed him, but again, biting was never an option. instead he’d pin her, flipping her over onto her back and holding her wrists above her head, all while growling threats that he did not intend to keep.

“fucking touch me again and i’ll rip your throat out, brat. damn what your precious ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’ do to me in return.”

but then she just… giggles in his face and it stumps him. she’s not supposed to find his threats funny. she’s supposed to cower in fear, crying and begging for mercy. the fact that she’s looking at him like he’s the most precious creature in the world has him entirely stumped.

maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to hurt her, though. she doesn’t see him as a threat. she doesn’t flinch back from him when he turns his head too quick, and she doesn’t cower away from him like he’s some sort of dangerous animal. maybe he doesn’t want to be violent with her because she doesn’t treat him like he should be. over time, that treatment stops from seonghwa too, the flinching comes to a halt and so yeosang stops biting him too. with hongjoong, it never really ends, but as the both of them get closer, it just becomes part of their dynamic, something the two of them treat as a game.

the chew toys are definitely something that darling would do as a practical joke, same as hongjoong buying him dog treats and seonghwa threatening him with the spray bottle in his greenhouse if he ever steps out of line. yeosang doesn’t find it funny when she presents him with bone shaped object, just raising a brow at her as she struggles to stifle her giggles with her hand. he takes them anyway, just because he knows it’ll make her happy (damn his soft heart) and hides them away under his bed. no one has to know that sometimes he pulls one of the ugly pastel things out and chews on it like one might chew on the end of a pen. it’s a completely normal behaviour, he tells himself as he stashes the toys under his bed once he’s finished with them. the fact that he doesn’t want anyone to know is not because it’s weird or that he’s ashamed of it… definitely not…

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #opposites attract universe #matz x reader #yeosang x reader

[aspenaspid]

In a world obsessed with labels, he shattered them all. Gender as an obsolete construct. But even he, couldn't mask his surprise when Noir handed him those monochrome roses. If they bore color, surely they'd bleed burgundy. Now, Hobie clutched roses as black as Noir’s himself in that ridiculously attractive trench coat, echoing the haunting allure of gothic masterpieces. His astonishment wasn’t just about the irony of it all, but a ghost from the past – the only other flowers he'd known were those laid on a friend's grave.

The moment his eyes landed on those flowers, he envisioned their fate. A worn-out vase, marked by time and, let's be honest, indifference, stood on the improvised windowsill of his houseboat. In due time, he'd press the black petals between the pages of the very few books he actually owned and didn’t borrow from the library, crafting what he knew was called a herbarium.

Yet he reveled in the drama, taunting Noir with antiquated traditions. Noir, though, with eyes that missed nothing, caught the shadows Hobie always tried to bury. Rooted in old-world charm and serenades like "The very thought of you" or "My time is your time" Noir's actions screamed louder than words. It was evident in the deathly beauty of the bouquet, the embrace of a dance in his dimly-lit kitchen, and gestures as subtle yet profound as an open door or a beckoning hand. On the battlefield, Noir's presence loomed, not out of doubt in Hobie's prowess – they've danced with death together for months by now – but because a gentleman’s heart knows when to shield what it treasures most.

#into the spider verse #spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie brown fanart #spiderpunk #spiderman noir #spidernoir #punknoir #noirpunk #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse

[doublerainbow-if]

Double Rainbow

Double Rainbow is a romantic coming of age interactive fiction set in the city of Paris, France. The story follows you settling down after traveling around the world looking for your soulmate for years.

Rating 18+

Content Warnings: Abusive childhood, toxic relationships, and forced intimacy/love

Your folks weren't the picture-perfect image of a soulmate couple growing up. The bitterness and resentment staining what should have been a pure bond. At least that's what you were taught growing up. You wanted to believe in that idea of true love, a relationship that will complete you. That is what anybody needs in this world, though that's another you were told growing up.

Then it happened, it finally happened. A fleeting encounter on a highschool trip to the Big Apple. A mere brush of skin and suddenly your world was exploding in color. However your vision bleed back to monochrome just as fast. It was fleeting but that colorful vision and feeling wholeness will always stay with you. It was the driving force behind dropping everything after high school and taking off to New York. You had to find them.

It has been years now. Far longer than you were expected with how hard you tried to find them. Traveling all over the world to find that special someone, to see in color once again. You had wanted to give up so badly but you can't. This was suppose to be everybody's destiny, your happily ever after. Right?

Though maybe you can stop. Just for a while. Rest and savor life. That's what Lee always say to you since they joined you on your journey. You have a lifetime to find them, why not live your life too? Which lands you on the doorstep of one Mx. Jean Connoly, one of the most prolific art curators in Paris.

Play as male, female, or non-binary along with transgender choices

Interact with eight different characters, each unique in their own ways in this world of soulmates

Customized your appearance, personality, and special interests as you finally settled in for the first time since high school

Figured what kind of artist you are in Paris, France; a painter, scluptor, photographer, and many more

Navigate your way in this world where soulmates are the pinnacle in society while navigating the dark side behind the modern romancization

Connect with different characters who may or may not be your soulmate. You'll never know until you take that leap. But do you want that soulmate? Will you throw away your life's dream for somebody that wasn't predestined? You'll decided.

Myrtus/Mrytle "Elias/Eliza" Kouris-Henderson

26|Male/Female|Greek American|Rejected

Your old childhood friend that moved away in your freshman year. They were your safe haven growing up, keeping you away from the abusive environment in your home and being your best friend. Sometimes you wished that they were your soulmate but they found theirs abroad and like that they were gone. Now they're back in your life, a chance encounter when you arrived in Paris. But they seemed different, more sullen and moody than you remembered. The flower tattoos growing on their arms though tore your heart open. Their soulmate rejected them.

Tropes: Childhood Friends, First Love, Slow Burn, and Reunion

Leandro/Leandra "Lee" Hale

27|Male/Female|Brazilian|Unclaimed

Your best friend you made in New York City who joined you on your journey. You met them within your first week of being in the Big Apple and they were so enthralled by your quest that they had to join you. You never ask them if they also did it to find their own soulmate but they seem pretty happy just traveling around with you. They always kept grounded when you gotten close to giving up or going off the deep end. You couldn't ask for a better friend. But sometimes you see a spark of something unfamiliar in their eyes, what is it?

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Secret Pining, Partners in Crime, and Angst

Brendan/Brenda "Bree/Bren" Ferrell

26|Male/Female|Irish American|Unclaimed

The cousin of your boss Jean Conolly who seems to follow you around like a puppy. They have very demure personality quite unlike their cousin but their smile is a sight to behold when you can see it. You don't why they taken such a liking to you but they are such a sweet and kind person. They're one of the first friends you made in the city and you wouldn't give them up for the world. They do freelancing as a book illustrator for publishers who you always see sketching in their notebook during your weekly hangouts. You wonder if they sketch you too?

Tropes: Puppy Love, Flustered/Obvilious, They Love You First, and Workplace Romance

Jean/Jeanne Conolly

30|Male/Female|African French Irish|Rejected

Your new boss since you decided to settled down in Paris. They have such an expressive and free attitude that reminds you a bit of Lee. But what drew you in was their dedication to their craft. Just that passion for art and displaying amazing creations, it's just awe inspiring. Especially since they saw you, a vagabond who showed up on their doorstep looking for work, and quickly took you under their wing. But the flower tattoos shouldn't be on them. Who would reject such an amazing person?

Tropes: Boss/Employee Romance, Best Friend's Brother, Forbidden Romance, and Second Chance at Love

Vincent/Vincenta Voog

28|Male/Female|Vietnamese French|Rejected

Your coworker who has branded you as their rival since you started at the gallery. Their burning focus and passion for their art is only matched by their utter arrogance and contempt for you. You don't know why they hate you for so much expect for their contast efforts to have Jean focus only on them. But there is something that slips through their haughty mask. The deep loneliness flashing in their eyes when a comment unexpectantly cut deep and quick sadness when they see the black marks that stain their hands.

Tropes: Rivals to Lovers, Angst, Miscommunication, and Against Destiny

Collin/Colette "Cole/Coco" Woods

28|Male/Female|Canadian|Unclaimed

Your coworker who has taken to being a thorn in your side. The best friend of V, they made it their mission to make you the new target of their jokes and pranks. A lazy person who somehow manages to create amazing marketing campaigns, they're confuse you so much. Heavily charismatic and charming, they can draw to customers to them like flies to honey and sell snake oil without a sweat. But the soft smile at the end of the work day and their relaxing atmosphere make you almost forget their childish antics. Almost.

Tropes: Work Romance, Bad Boy/Girl, Friends with Benefits, and Slow Burn

Avery Suman Ragda Remington

35|Male/Female|British Indian|Unclaimed

Your companion when you eat lunch at the cafe near the gallery. You noticed them out of the corner of your eye as you pick up your lunch every day at the cafe until you bumped into each other quite literally. Their easy going but mature attitude and friendly smile on their face as they caught you before you fall, it was perfect balm for such a hectic day you had. After that day, they became your lunch buddy. Talking about anything and everyhting and just letting yourself relax as they had such a calm prescence to them. You don't know however that they're the benefactor for the studio you work at.

Tropes: Billionaire Romance, Secret Indentity, Meet Cute, and Age Gap

Kahula Lennon 'Aukai

25|Male/Female|Hawiian|Rejected

The hottest musician in the underground scene. They have a magnetic and intense personality that can draw anybody to them including you after one of their concerts. It was just one time thing that only happen because the two of you crossed paths that night and quickly moved on. But they popped up in Paris for a break from their tour and lasered in on you. Could you take chance with one who has dozens before and after you? Even one who rejected their soulmate in order to become the star they are today?

Tropes: Starstruck, Playboy/Playgirl, One Night [You get to decide what happened that night], and Forbidden Love

#Double Rainbow- IF #interactive game #twine game #choicescript #cyoa #no demo #in process

[kadextra]

sooo many qsmp scenes from today rolling around in my head

The screams. the raw, agonizing, sobbing screams of q!Forever in the cage, begging for it to stop please stop. they still haunt me in a way I can’t put into words. how everyone present to create this trap were people who really didn’t want to do this, but had no other choice because they love him so much. him finally taking the antidote and fainting, everyone sitting beside as comfort. because it’s all about the love, and q!Forever is loved and now he is safe. (the entire scene really gave me goosebumps and brought me to tears)

The heroic actions of q!Pac, even under the influence of the risus pills. he stuck by his mission to develop the reality dose antidote despite everything. imagining him shaking, bleeding, hurt and in mental distress all alone as he works in the dark chume labs is so painful, but he did it in order to save his family- and Succeeded. q!Pac is not weak, he is a hero and I hope he knows that without his brave actions the island would literally be doomed.

The song coming from the cemetery in the dead of night, but there is no sunshine, only crashing thunder and the cold rain pouring on monochrome q!Bad, collapsed by the eggs’ gravestones more hopeless and alone than ever before. him returning to an empty home for another day… but this time just completely losing it. the music fitting q!Bad’s scary erratic shaking as he ran through the halls- quickly to be replaced with calculated, eerie calm when he reached the basement to greet his… guest. i’m scared for what he will do.

#this entire week has been a FEAST for incredible acting and lore #so obsessed massive brainrot it’s so so good #qsmp #qsmp forever #qsmp pac #qsmp badboyhalo #EVERYONE IS AMAZING #tw drugs #tw child death mention

[lwde-encrusted-sideblog]

Sun: *Shirtless and Sweaty* COME ON JAUNE! COME ON! YOU GOT THIS BRO!

Jaune: *Shirtless, Sweaty, Bench pressing* I ... Can ... DO THIS!

Yang: *In a sports bra, also sweaty* Don't push yourself too hard! We don't want you to get hurt, But I know You can do this!

Jaune: *Pushing up* I ... CAN ... DO THIS! *Lifts weights*

Sun: *Pulling the bar into it's slot* I KNEW IT! WAY TO GO JAUNE!

Yang: *Clapping* YES YES YES! 20 Reps at 220 Pounds!

Sun: Welcome to the club!

Jaune: I ... can't feel my arms ...

Yang: It'll come back, Come on! Let's hit the showers!

Blake: *Blushing* Gods ...

Weiss: *Nose Bleeding* I can't believe it ...

W+B: I need them inside me.

Blake: ... Now we could fight-

Weiss: I could learn to share, and I doubt I could handle them all the time~ *She sticks out her hand* Partners?

Blake: *Shaking Weiss' hand* Partners!

~~~~~

Okay, so I don't think weiss and the Blondes have a ship name, so I propose "Bananas Foster" Which is Ice Cream, bananas, and set on fire.

And given this Five way is made up of Monochrome and Yellow, I think "Yellow Pages" Works for the name?

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby shitpost #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #sun wukong #the blonde brigade #blake's blondes #knightshade #bumbleby #black sun #bananas foster #whiteknight #freezerburn #sunflakes #yellowpages

[thedancingleaf]

In the span of the next hours, I will post 8 posts about a story (prologue and first scene) which I found in my drafts and wich I never had the time to continue. I’m very sad about that, but I am really proud of these posts, especially their editing so I don’t want them to rot in my drafts forever. I just want to have them on my blog, but I don’t think I will ever have the time or even the energy to continue the story in pictures.

Just a warning ahead, the posts are not telling much I think, but the prologue ends with a suicide, so please block the tag suicide tw,  so that you don’t have to see this scene. I don’t want you to get triggered or feel uncomfortable! <3

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts 4 #the sims #thesims4 #sims4 #ts4 #thesims #sims #my sims #my story #thesims4 story #sims4 story #ts4 story #s4 story #sims story #Bleeding Monochrome

[pepurika]

Hii question since TT is monochrome: whats the ooze covering luck like, is it pitch black? do they bleed blood or spurt out more of that thing? i personally imagine it to be like tar while reading,, ok thank!

it looks like ink yeah!!

[samglyph]

You want a better story. Who wouldn’t?

[ID: A dark, monochrome digital sketch of Arthur Lester as he is bleeding out. Arthur is half-lying on the ground with his shirt off while John's shadowy humanoid figure holds him. Arthur's left hand is clenched with John's over a grievous stomach wound while John buries his entire face in Arthur's shoulder. Arthur is saying, "We've had worse," with a shaky smile, while John repeats "No no no no no no NO NO NO NO" with increasing emphasis. End ID] (ID from @genderfluid-druid)

#malevolent spoilers #Moral of the story: never take your shirt off #even if you’re eldritch partner asks you too #malevolent podcast #fan art #my art #Arthur lester #arthur malevolent #john doe #john malevolent #that line is not a dig at the podcast btw malevolent is a GREAT story #the quote is from Richard sikens litany in which certain things are crossed out #aka my FAVORITE POEM that has so many lines I connect to malevolent #and eventually I’m going to make one of those comparison quotes with malevolent and Richard siken #I swear to god #blood tw #injury tw

[weepinwriter]

“Within the depths of my being, a haunting familiarity lingers. Dread intertwines desire with uncertainty, and I wonder. Who are you?

Name : Nikita

Age : He is in his mid thirties

Height : 6’1

Appearance : Graceful, refined, and sophisticated: you’ll never see Nikita without a small, knowing smile gracing his porcelain face, accentuating his dark, knowing green eyes. Overall, he is rather monochrome, wearing your usual black suit, white-button up, and black tie tailor-made to fit his towering form of 6'1" and match his neatly cut black hair, which is often swept to the side to fall over his left eye (which if you look closely enough to, reflects a crescent moon). And if that wasn’t already enough to make everyone and their mother fall for him, he also likes to wear form-fitting slim black gloves. Additionally he has a scar, a very long and jagged scar that wraps around their left blade and trails all the way down their back in a zig-zagged fashion right down to their tailbone. And a long scar running across his throat.

Personality : Nikita is a very complex individual to deal with, who can be described as a mix of childlike curiosity and mature behavior. He has a calm and relaxed demeanor, but can also be cold and ruthless. Nikita enjoys pushing people's buttons and is proud of his intelligence and attractiveness. He is a skilled manipulator and cannot be trusted completely. He enjoys playing mind games with the inmates, taunting and provoking them relentlessly for some sort of reaction, anything to amuse him. He may act nice to everyone but cares for no one, will gladly climb on the back of others to reach his goal yet breaks at the slightest negative criticism. Will act like nothing's wrong as someone's bleeding all over him, and completely lacks warmth and humanity yet acts like it's his greatest traits. He is known for being flirtatious and enjoys the reactions of others. Nikita is sophisticated and unpredictable, having experienced a lot in his long life.

Background : [ Under Section 28, Article 59 of the Sensitive Information Protection Act, the confidential details pertaining to this individual are currently under stringent safeguarding measures. It is imperative to acknowledge that any unauthorized intrusion upon the privacy and anonymity of government administrators, military personals and warden's from reformation asylums will be met with immediate and irrevocable consequences, without the provision of a preceding trial. We kindly request utmost compliance in refraining from further inquiries or endeavors to access additional information regarding this individual. ]

Likes : lily of the valley, baking cakes, pranking the inmates, stargazing, music boxes, dry fruits (especially walnuts), reading ancient epics, eye pleasing visuals

Dislikes : rude people (the irony), the ocean, getting screamed at, criticisms, potatoes, humans in general, responsibilities, weak people (basically those who can't protect themselves)

Pet peeves : crying, shoes on the bed, obnoxious cracking of body parts, smell of blood (he's used to it, yet it still irks him to an extent)

Trivia :

tends to get hiccups whenever stressed or angry

shit talks everyone to anyone who listens. you see that guy? yeah his breathe smells like rotten potatoes, that girl over there? yeah her hair looks like a cat's balls.

unexpectedly Nikita despises physical contact, which is why he is always seen wearing gloves and if possible chooses not to touch anyone unless absolutely necessary

#interactive fiction #if game #current wip #road to heaven if #asks #interactive game #ro's #ro nikita #original character #ocs #character profile

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

When Life Imitates Art

Solomon x GN! reader

Summary: Solomon admires you from afar.

AN: I've had this idea for MONTHS and I finally sat down and wrote it as a birthday present to myself. This fic is for all the chubby/plus size readers (cause I'm one), though anyone can read. Also this borders on fluff and angst, so... do with that as you will. Enjoy! :)

Warnings: mentions of the reader's body/comparing their body to art

Solomon often finds himself wondering what it is that you notice in other people. Where your attention lies when in the presence of other worldly beings- demons, humans, and angels alike. What it is that you envy. 

Because when his attention is on you, his envy lies within the brothers who get to bask in your stunning presence everyday. He hopes they empower you with words of your own brilliance. 

He knows he would.

There wouldn’t be a second where his honeyed words didn’t drip from his tongue and down your throat to your stomach, in hopes of you digesting them and feeling the intensity of their meanings. Like sweet vespers of light and adoration that exercise any insecurities you so desperately try to conceal. 

Because to him, every curve is carved beautifully like that of the ancient marble sculptures- not made to replicate godliness, but meant to replicate life. Each imperfection along your warm, soft skin is a reminder of your humanity. That you and Solomon are of the same kind, that perhaps he was carved from the same stone as you. 

If he were incompetent in the arts, he’d learn if only to capture your image- to further study everything that you are. You are one of the classics, a timeless masterpiece. 

You’re the shooting star in his lonely, night sky. A fleeting moment filled with a magic that has become foreign to him over the years, streaking color back into his eternal life- color that is richer than any gold, shinier than any precious metal. Solomon wants nothing more than to dip his monochrome heart into your vivid palette, but he refrains, afraid of muddying yours. 

He watches as your colors bleed into those around you like a kaleidoscope. Mixing and melding. It’s hard to figure out where he fits in, how his patterns complete yours… If you wear the comedy mask, he wears its twin- tragedy. If he’s the playwright, you're the star in his theatrics. 

You sit in a glass case while Solomon stands behind a velvet rope, reaching out only for his hand to press against the cold exterior. 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me fluff #obey me angst #obey me fanfic #obey me imagines #obey me hcs #jo writes

[thevoidstaredback]

Morally Grey in a World of Black and White

"Every villain is a hero in their own mind." -Tom Hiddleston

Face down in the dirt was not an ideal way to wake up at all. Chuuya would argue that there were a million other ways an places to wake up that were better than face down in the dirt. One such example would be in a bed, maybe on his side, in a hotel. The best case would let him know where he was. As it now stood, he had no idea where the hell he was.

Normally, in a situation such as this, the logical thing to do would be to get a proper bearings and stock of the situation at hand. Gathering intel should be top priority. How one goes about doing that varies from situation to situation. However, a groan on Chuuya's left had him turning to see what was going on.

Also face down in the dirt, a few feet away, was a kid he'd never met before, but that didn't stop him from recognising him. The kid had a very monochrome colour palette for being a part of the Armed Detective Agency. Chuuya had seen the kid's picture before because of the bounty that had been on his head, and he'd seen an illusion of him at the hospital not even a week ago, but he'd never met the kid. Jinko, for that was what he knew the kid to be called, was Dazai's new protegee. Was that a good thing? Probably not, but that also lead him to hold high expectations of the kid. He was being taught by Dazai Osamu, so the kid had to be at least as skilled as Akutagawa had been when he was under Dazai!

Much like a cat, the kid stretched out on the grass as if basking in the sun before he stiffened and looked over at Chuuya. He didn't make a sound.

Chuuya smirked smugly, "Have a nice nap, Jinko?"

The kid flinched ever so slightly at something before shaking his head, "Where..?"

"No idea."

"Hm." The two let the silence take over again. They'd never interacted before now, so they didn't have much to go off of.

A quick scan of the area alerted the two to no other human presences. There didn't seem to be any animals either. It was weird. Not weird in the way that Yokohama could bost, but weird in the way that there was probably something happening around them that they couldn't figure out yet. It was kind of like the feeling that they both got when Dazai was scheming, but this was somehow worse.

Still holding the distance between themselves, the two made no move to face each other. Chuuya quietly noted the use of common sense in the detective. They'd been enemies not a week ago, but they were the only familiar thing around. Better to have their backs to each other than to the unknown around them.

Jinko hissed something that Chuuya couldn't quite make out before he was pulling him into the tree line. "What the hell?" Chuuya glared.

Jinko shushed him before whispering, "Someone's coming." And wasn't that just swell. Though, Chuuya had to admit that the kid had good instincts. He hadn't even heard anyone coming yet!

A few minutes of hiding in the bushes, there was a break in the plants opposite where the two hid and a kid with - was that green? - green hair stumbled into the clearing. They were obviously injured, but not bleeding. Honestly, they didn't look like a threat at all. As they fell to the ground and pulled out a notebook, they were seeming less like a potential threat and more like and injured bunny.

If Chuuya was confidant in his intel on the ADA, then he knew that the kid beside him would not let this injured bunny be.

Predictably, the were-tiger left the bushes to talk to the kid. Unpredictably, he kept his distance and seemed guarded in a way he hadn't been before. Was it because this green haired kid was a new variable in a new equation? Probably, but that didn't make sense. Jinko was guarded against the kid like he was ready to run, but he'd left his back open to Chuuya, a known enemy.

Enemy wasn't the right word. The Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency had a truce, but it was shaky at best. It would take a while for all parties to get out of the headspace of what was basically an attack on sight order. Hostile was a better word to use when describing their current relationship.

"Hey," the were-tiger said, his voice soft but his stance was ready for a fight.

The green haired kid startled and looked up at the grey haired kid with wide eyes. They looked ready to run and cry at the same time. It was pathetic. It would get them killed in Yokohama.

"Hey," the were-tiger tried again, this time he lowered himself to the ground with his hands up in surrender. It was a compromising position should he need to fight or run. Chuuya shook his head. Maybe Dazia wasn't doing a good job teaching the kid. "I'm a bit lost, could you help me?"

The kid relaxed a bit when Jinko didn't come any closer to him. "Y-yeah. You're in Musutafu in the Chubu Prefecture of Japan."

That...was not where Chuuya last remembered being. He was fairly certain that that wasn't were Jinko last remembered being, either. The situation just got a bit more complicated.

To Jinko's credit, he took the information in stride. "Huh. Cool. I've never been here before," he said, "Could you tell me more about it?"

The green haired kid was almost completely relaxed now and Jinko risked scooting closer. The kid made no move to get away, so Chuuya made himself comfortable. He had the feeling this was going to be a long conversation.

~~~

Atsushi really wanted to wake up from whatever not-dream he was having now. He was certain that he'd fallen asleep in the closet last night after bid Kyoka a good night. So how in world had he gotten here?! And with Nakahara-san of all people! He was glad that the Port Mafia Executive hadn't attacked him when his back was turned. He was also a bit relieved to realize that they were both confused about what was going on.

The kid with green - honest to god, the kid had green hair! - hair was helpful, if not skittish. Not that Atsushi could blame them. Though, they were very forthcoming with information, so that was a good thing. It was a good thing that could get them killed in Yokohama.

Nakahara-san had stayed hidden in the bushes while he talked to the kid. He was glad for that. He'd never officially met Nakahara-san, but he'd heard stories from Dazai and whisper's in dark alleyways. Nakahara-san was a force to be reckoned with and Atsushi was beyond glad that they weren't currently trying to kill or otherwise maim each other.

To Atsushi, Nakahara-san was an intimidating person. He couldn't imagine how this kid would feel should the man come out of hiding suddenly.

Either way, he was gathering information from his only current source. He found out where they were, what time it was, a basic layout of the surrounding area, and some landmarks to look for. Most of it was tourist stuff, but it would be useful to him nonetheless. He wasn't anywhere near being a good detective and was still technically an intern at the Agency, but he'd read enough books as a kid - when he could - and asked Kunikida enough questions to know a bit of what he was doing.

He also was given some extra information that he hadn't been after. The kid's - male, he'd realized and quietly confirmed - name was Midoriya and he was in his final year before high school. Smart of the kid to not give away his first name. It was a Friday and schools in the Chubu prefecture had just let out for the weekend.

"I better get going," Midoriya gathered his things and stood up. Atsushi did so as well. "My mom will be wondering where I am soon.

"I understand," Atsushi smiled. He really didn't, but that would only bring up uncomfortable questions that he didn't really have enough training to lie his way through. "Have a safe trip home."

"I will, thank you, Nakajima-san," the kid bowed, "You as well!" Then he was gone.

It was quiet for a minute before the bushes behind him rustled. He didn't bother turning around because he knew who was at his back. Was this a good show of trust? He'd find out in a minute.

"Nice job, were-tiger." Nakahara-san walked closer to him, "I guess they are teachin' ya something at the ADA."

Now is when he turned to face the Port Mafia Executive. "Thanks, Nakahara-san."

The man raised an eyebrow. "How'd ya know my name?"

He shrugged minutely to feign indifference. "Dazai-san likes to talk when he's procrastinating."

Nakahara-san huffed a laugh, "Yeah, that sounds about right."

Another bout of quiet overtook them as the sun set. Finally, Atsushi said, "We're a bit away from home."

"Yeah."

Yokohama was their home. They worked against each other in the past, and are likely to in the future, but Yokohama was their home. It was their place to protect and serve in their own ways. Yokohama was also an independent city-state. It's boarders had been closed long before they'd even been born. Based on what Midoriya had said, they were very much outside of Yokohama. They didn't know what could get them killed here.

"Have you ever been outside the boarders?" Atsushi asked. He suddenly felt very small as he wrapped his arms around his torso and sunk into himself a bit.

"Never." Nakahara-san answered. He suddenly didn't seem as imposing as before.

"Oh."

Part 2

#atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x bnha #bsd x mha #class 1a #heros #villains #izuku midoriya #moral grey area #what even are morals? #what even is this? #sometimes I just have to get things out of my head #enjoy this crossover #I really need to stop making new things when I haven't even finished my old things

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HYRULE IS A MORAY EEL ITS EEL TIME EEL TIME EEL TIME

Hyrule is a moray eel! I am showing clear fish favoritism because I am about to infodump a LOT. about moray eels while explaining Hyrule's design. Everything is under the cut so that this post isn't 10000 pages long ASHDHASD

Hyrule is specifically based on Gymnothorax monochrous, the Drab moray eel (I added a picture at the very bottom of this post)! He tends to blend in very easily with the group, and not draw a lot of attention from strangers. He is very plain-looking, but being a humble traveler, he doesn't mind it at all. He actually rather prefers not being the center of attention.

Yesterday I hinted at Hyrule's fish species having some special quality to his blood. Congratulations! It's poison! Moray eels carry ichthyotoxins in their blood, which is a substance that can be rather dangerous and potentially lethal in large enough quantities. Case in point, Hyrule is still very much terrified of bleeding! The angst potential continues!/lh

He still has his healing magic, of course! This creates a nice juxtaposition. Hyrule is the resident medic, but also someone who could easily accidentally poison someone if he isn't careful.

Yes, Hyrule has two sets of jaws. Moray eels have an entire second set of jaws. These are called pharyngeal jaws! They sit in the back of the throat and can extend forwards to grab at things. You know, if you wanna be extra-bitey! Hyrule uses them to freak the rest of the chain out LMAO

The little dots on Hyrule's face, right on the bridge of his nose? Those are not piercings. Those are his nares (aka fish nostrils)! If you look at any picture of a moray eel, you will see that it has little horn-looking protrusions on its snout. Since fish have gills, they don't need noses to breathe, so they need an alternative way to pick up chemical sensory information. All fish have nares, but since moray eels have particularly bad eyesight, they have to rely more on their sense of smell to catch prey, so their nares are more pronounced. I wanted to carry that aspect over to Hyrule's design!

Hyrule has bad eyesight and depends more on his sense of smell than the rest of the chain. He might not be as good at navigating the open ocean, but put him in a cave or somewhere with low visibility and he is a WHIZ at getting around while the rest of the chain fumbles around in the darkness. Hyrule is also exceptionally perceptive of danger and is usually among the first people to notify the group when any sort of enemy is nearby.

He's one of the only members of the chain who actually wears clothing. He likes the color green because not only is it pretty, but it helps him blend in even more with the seaweed and rocks. Also, since I took Legend's hat away from him, I gave it to Hyrule instead! Hyrule and Minish bond over having cool green hats.

FINALLY!!! Here is a picture of the fish I based him on- the Drab moray eel! AKA brown moray, monochrome moray, or plain moray eel. Contrary to its name, I think this fish is actually very pretty. What beautiful shades of brown! I will be taking NO moray eel slander in this household/lh

#pov i kidnap you and infodump for 30 minutes nonstop abt eels #linked universe #lu #lu hyrule #mer hyrule #mer!hyrule #lu mer au #god i love moray eels #they are SO COOL #if you ever want to know literally anything about moray eels just hmu/LH