what it says on the tin! I offered to throw together something on drawing raw meat (in a mouthwashing server, naturally) so here it is in case someone finds it useful
Something tickles at the back of Chuuya's awareness.
He turns to look over his shoulder only to be met with the muzzle of a gun pressed into his cheek. Even before his ability is nullified, replaced by a great sweeping emptiness he's intimately familiar with, he knows who it is. "Dazai." The detective hisses out in mild shock, uneasy at such an inopportune reunion. "Ah. So you do remember me." Is the chirped response, tone deceptively cheerful. He can't quite see his ex-partner, Dazai making sure to stay just out of line of sight, a boundary enforced by his weapon. The safety of the gun clicks off and Chuuya tenses, fully aware of how vulnerable he is without his ability. "And here I thought you must have forgot. Considering the way you-" "Dazai-kun." Mori cuts in with a cold and cutting one word command. "Mori-sensei." The mafia boss smirks at his unruly executive."I remember ordering you to be elsewhere?" [ ] Dazai walks past him, head ducked just enough for his fringe to shield his eyes, [ ] Around Dazai's throat, over a thinner layer of bandages than he remembered, sits his choker. The one he left lying on his kitchen bar [inplace] of metal lined hat.
So I am almost done with the entirety of fifteen. The battle with Rimbaud is a lot shorter than I thought so I have room for some extra moments! Yay! At least three more chapters of somewhat copied content to go than I can have creative license again. Can't wait to write about [Redacted] and Chuuya eating a meal together.
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Help me make laws to regulate the fantasy furries. I'll start:
Impolite to have fangs out, claws out, poison quills out, be threatening in a social setting. Don't show your weapons.
Neutral grounds in certain states.
Cover privates. Those are shown to mates only. (If impossible to hide or cover, you will have to get a permit to avoid being arrested on site for public "nudity")
There is a difference between sentient and domesticated(like scooby) vs sentient and wild.(like toothless) Currently being debated in court.
Breed within your own species. Please. There are too many abortions happening over this. Make sure your DNA is compatible before trying for a child. There are free compatibility tests you can go to a healers shop and get over the counter. Please.
When fighting do it in a clear, open area with little to no civilians around. They can get hurt too. Less bills to pay, less witnesses to kill, less accidents. It's easier for all of us.
Cannibalism is legal in some states but not all of them. Check the rulebook before you go hunting. And if you make a mistake, get a damn good lawyer and pray. The victim's family is legally allowed to hunt and kill you in retaliation. (See section for vengeance kills in law book)
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Happy Birthday Chuuya!
Searching for memories that aren’t there, this heart of mine Closes itself up, languishes like an old moldy box of trinkets And then there are these sunken cheeks, these cracked lips- Bitterness bred in cruelty comes rushing out in silence…
I’ve grown accustomed to it all, and have leaned to bear it But sometimes any degree of loneliness can bring you down And while I cannot know for sure, sometimes it seems as if These tears are no longer tears for having loved someone…
- Nakahara Chūya, “Poem of the Sheep” from Poems of the Goat
Soiled Sorrow: today too snow falls on it; soiled sorrow: today too wind blows on it.
Soiled sorrow is like, say, a fox’s fur; soiled sorrow in its torpor dreams of death.
Soiled sorrow frightens me piteously; soiled sorrow can’t be remedied, and the sun sets…
- Nakahara Chūya, “Soiled Sorrow” from The Poems of Nakahara Chūya
Now in this world full of sadness, Don’t let your heart harden. For the sake of whatever intimacy we could have, Don’t let your heart harden.
Hardened, the heart is oblivious to the world, And words fall silent on the soul. Nurturing serenity, man returns to that dreaminess Known at the beginning, and can make sense of it all.
- Nakahara Chūya, “Untitled” from Poems of the Goat
Artist Kuri Huang releases TGCF CN censored print cover arts in full today 🔥🔥🔥 Originally posted by the artist here