#antigifted

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐒, not from the shadows where she is known to dwell, but from his bathroom   ───    and the near imperceptible way her eyes widen upon seeing him would suggest that even she didn’t anticipate this encounter.     

❛   . . .  Boo ?   ❜     An olive branch is offered in the form of a small, sheepish smile. All the while fingers hasten their pace, fastening the remaining buttons, hiding the freshly wrapped bandages from view.     ❛   I, ah  ──     I promise to replace everything I used. Yo ─  This was the first place I could think of that was well stocked.   ❜     Strolling into the nearest pharmacy isn’t really an option when you’re being hunted. 

@antigifted​ asked:  who's babey ? you. you're babey.

he’s a ghost walking, a man who should be dead but somehow managed to survive. it wasn’t for lack of trying, but he was still here. he had lost everything, everything, but he was still here. they were a team of broken dogs, kicked down again and again, but they had lived, and had become a team once more. except for one.

he’s here to pick up his partner, hands in pockets as he waits with a car. how long had it been ? months ? he couldn’t begin to know how many. they had both been in captivity, one in prison and one in hunting dog custody. the dynamic duo of the armed detective agency had been apart for so long, kunikida wasn’t sure what to expect. he was certainly a changed man, but would his partner be ? what would he see when his partner emerged ? 

 ‘  In the city of no answers, how far will you go?  ‘

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AND THE HEART MAY DIE A SLOW DEATH, when the marrow within one’s bones rots and decay builds its kingdom in once beating arteries and ventricles  (  what a lamentable fate, to be dead inside and still be compelled to breathe  )  . Many are the souls that she has encountered, some of which have decided to follow the path towards the conclusive fulfillment of their volatile existence whilst others have been sadly lost to the alluring warmth of perdition and damnation: quite different is the fate of those who continue to stubbornly saunter ‘pon mortal grounds, in spite of death clinging onto their every step. It’s this last category of souls that never fails to pique the attention of the vulpine creature   ───   THEY CALL OUT TO HER, beckon her out of her sacred realm and condemn her to witness the withering of yet another precious flower. Such bitterness is deftly hidden behind a simpering expressionism, a mischievous demeanor further enlivened by deep dimples and fluttering lashes: his disposition towards her is essential to make her decide whether she’s going to offer him honey or POISON.   ❝  The path you pursue is a treacherous one. What is it, that you’re chasing after  ?  ❞  

*; Bungo Stray Dogs » Modern Artists AU

I’m not going to make individual posts for all muses bc that would be too much (also simply because I don’t have enough banners on me right now). 

Courtesy to Kui @errantscriptor for kicking it off with introducing Idol!Sigma and starting to inspire Stella (@somegremlin), Dani (@iactito), Sheeb (@lunartxger) & Vega (@antigifted) and me to further fill the world around that concept.

So the general gist of this AU is that it’s a modern setting without abilities. Out of my muses, the following are part of that AU in one way or another and have some sort of relations to others: Lucy M Montgomery, (Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald), Izumi Kyouka (@akumanoyuki​), Ozaki Kouyou, Akutagawa Gin, Higuchi Ichiyo, Suehiro Tetcho