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preview of my piece for @bsdtales ! it’s bluebeard, soukoku style c: 

if anyone out there still remembers me, hi!!! ^^;;;;;; i’m getting back to the swing of writing - i should be able to post the things i’ve worked on within the next couple of days....

first thing i’m posting is a teaser for the fractured fairy tales zine (@bsdtales) run by @akutagawaprize! it’s not very holiday-ish, but since i just submitted the full fic a few minutes ago, i figured i should post the teaser as well? i hope you all look forward to the full fic once the zine’s out! and please look forward to @4nimenut‘s gorgeous artwork for this fic ♥

extra dedications to my dearest dears: @voidance-kun, @chom-raaa, @julie-chii, @fukasenanairo, @sabretoothed-moose-lion, @cristak, @malchikelf, @manik-semeranis & i’m sure i missed some other folks asdfklasda. the whole soukoku fandom too, thank you for your kind messages & happy holidays!

here goes the fic, which is Bluebeard, soukoku-style :)

a boy’s ending

“…you’re making it extremely difficult for me to do my job, you fucker.”’

Dazai drinks vintage scotch directly from the bottle like some barbaric heathen, shoe-clad feet carelessly propped on top of some antique settee. The collection of vintage scotch is courtesy of the third wife; the settee part of the tenth wife’s antique collection supposedly handmade by someone who had narrowly survived the Black Plague. Evidence of wealth surrounds them, but Dazai doesn’t look like he’s enjoying his haul. He’s always been like that.

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It was hard to distinguish anything in the darkened room, but a scurrying sound came from the other side, heading off in the direction of the Christmas tree too quickly for Chuuya’s eyes to adjust. For a moment he thought it was a figment of his imagination, but again the sound came; a dark spot shot across the floor in the opposite direction of the tree this time. Chuuya recoiled, immediately recognizing it as a rodent. Another second and he realized that this was a bigger problem; two more mice (or were they rats?) shot out from under a nearby door. Chuuya flattened himself against the cabinet, face twisting into an expression of disgust. The longer he looked the more there seemed to be. Heart racing, certain that he had to be dreaming, Chuuya stumbled back and knocked into the dolls resting on the cabinet shelves.

“Watch it, Red,” a voice spoke clear as day just behind him.

Chuuya spun, a gasp on his lips. He tried to distinguish where the voice had come from. A shift of something on the shelf caught his eye, and then-

“Well, hello~” the voice spoke again, coming from a tiny man who sat on the edge of the shelf swinging his legs, exactly where he’d left the nutcracker minutes before.

Chuuya screamed, rearing back and nearly catching on the open cabinet door.

“Woah woah dollface, no need for hysterics!” The man called, just as Chuuya landed on his backside. Wide blue eyes stared up at the shelf, unbelieving of what he saw. He wore a familiar black uniform, chocolate brown hair fell into his one visible eye, the other covered in a bandage. His arm was held in a sling at his side…

“...Are you…?” Chuuya stopped himself. No, that was ridiculous.

Hello everyone! I’ve decided to post a small snippet of my fanfic that will be in the @bsdtales​ Fractured Fairy Tales zine! Accompanying my fic is some gorgeous art from Keelin @mr-reblogbutton​ who I greatly appreciate especially how busy it is right now for them! Please wish them good luck! An additional thanks to Taylor @naotoosh​ and Cyrus @jewishsuperhero​ for their advice while writing!

Here is the preview for you all for my Rapunzel inspired Kunikida/Hawthorne fic! I hope you enjoy reading this rarepair, and I highly encourage everyone to buy the zine for the full fic when it is released, since the proceeds will be going to charity! Thank you!

There had once been a clan of entertainers who roamed the land. They were a family from a land far to the east with abilities that allowed them to create objects, seemingly out of thin air. It was that ability and their long, golden hair that made them stand out from the rest of the common folk. Everywhere the entertainers went, they would be met with crowds—from young children shouting with glee at the toy animals that sprung up in the town squares, to the adults who watched in wonder at the light shows that were performed at night. And almost as soon as they arrived, they would pack up and leave. As the ventured onward to the next town, the objects they created were left behind as the only proof they had even been there.

With abilities like theirs, it was only a matter of time before someone would seek to take it as their own. So when the family of entertainers was discovered one morning, their throats slit, their long, golden tresses shorn, and the new baby of the youngest couple vanished, people were shocked at the sight, but not surprised it had occurred.

Time went on and people forgot about the family with the long, golden hair. They forgot about the magical abilities and the traveling performances. And of course they forgot about the baby who had vanished while his family lay slain. They became mere stories that parents told their children about at night.

AYYY WADDUP ITS FINALLY GON BE OUT ON FEB BUY N PREORDER THAT SHIT YALL ITS GOOD QUALITY ART AND FANFICTION U WILL NOT REGRET

ANYWAy heres the preview for The Wolf’s Gambit that you might’ve seen in the sample here for @bsdtales’ fractured fairy tales zine

Special special special thank you and kisses to all the people who helped me with the zine and brainstorming thank you kura, sodium, stan, mom, maman catargo, thais! im too lazy to tag accs orz but yall kno who u r thanks a lot my dudes

Once upon a time there was a little girl who was called little Red Riding-Hood, because she was quite small and because she always wore a red cloak with a big red hood to it, which her grandmother had made for her.

A little girl, no more than five, made her way through the dim hallway, bleary eyed and tired from the bout of nightmares that had woken her in the first place. She did not notice the slim figure slipping out of her father’s bedroom until she’d stumbled into its legs. All bleariness gone, she lifted her face to the stranger’s, cut in shadow and moonlight from a window someone had forgotten to draw the curtains over. The figure bent to face level, knees resting in the plush carpet, and in the new light the girl could tell it was a man--perhaps a friend of father’s? He smiled an easy grin, and the girl relaxed; no friend of papa’s would hurt her.

She removed her thumb from her mouth.  “Are you papa’s friend?”

“No,” replied the man, still with the same easy smile. He pointed to the framed portrait above them, a hand-painted depiction of a family of five. “Can you tell who are they? Who’s that, to the left?”

“Oh oh--that she’s my elder sister, and the one over there? That’s my second favourite sister, and that’s papa and mama, holding Asako-chan--she’s always crying, but she’s cuter than the others and likes me the best,” the girl’s words were eager, running together in excitement--it was clear she loved to talk about her family.

“And who’s your first favourite sister? Asako?” the stranger gave a playful tug at her braid. “Or do you prefer brothers?”

“Oh no, brothers are horrible. Asako doesn’t play with me a lot, though, so my first favourite is that one over there. She makes dolls for me and plays with me the most.”

“She sounds sweet, Hana.”

“How-how do you know my name?” Hana gaped, eyes wide.

“Oh, I know the names of all the children. I know your favourite sister’s Chiyoko, and your eldest is Hanami. Don’t you know that I live under your beds and basements?”

“So what mama told me--it is true! You don’t look like a monster, though.” the cold fingers of fear had began to grip her one by one. Monsters were cruel, horrendous, and yet the stranger was beautiful, eyes warm and amiable--

The next time he spoke, the stranger’s voice was soft, a silky lull no different from how mama’s was when she had tucked her into bed. “Tell you what, Hana. If you tell anyone that I was here, the monster will know and put Mama and Asako to sleep. You don’t want them asleep forever, do you?”

Hana shook her head in silence, felt her knees knock together as the stranger made to rise. “Go to bed, Hana. Pretend as if I’d never been here, just a little nightmare, off you go.”

You Are Human (4975 words) by TheGreatCatsby Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: fairytale zine fic, Chuuaku, Beauty and the Beast AU, sort of, bsd tales Summary: