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iztea · 1 month
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awkward helicopter ride back home
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bungouchronicles · 2 months
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I wonder how skk (and Sigma) are planning to get home. I mean the helicopter surely doesn't work anymore and Chuuya can't float Dazai using his ability so that won't be much help. I'm guessing they'll have to call for help and you who the only trustworthy person they know who's currently in Europe is!? That's right!! ADAM TIME (please please please please)
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wolixy · 1 year
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I'm Asagiri's lost sock, that's how the next chapter is gonna go
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nouveauxamoris · 3 months
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my pet freak
RBS APPRECIATED!
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4miaowz · 1 month
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My favourite silly wet cat criminal </3
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zzzx009 · 3 months
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Post-Meursault femzai doodle (her hair grew a bit)
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yunyuniii · 1 year
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I learned bones has let us down today and did not include this scene... YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME I WAITED MONTHS FOR THIS MOMENT BONES (DEROGATORY)
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preludicrous · 4 months
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did anyone ever piece together a satisfying explanation to the chuuya fyodor vampire aid plothole btw
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basedandsquidpilled · 9 months
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BSD MANGA SPOILERS (continuation from my previous post)
my last post got me thinking about this so if vampirified characters do actually have like. i feel like sentience is the wrong word but its the best way to describe it. can you imagine how chuuya must feel rn. like hes lost control of himself the same way he does in corruption but hes watching himself do it and dazai isnt going to stop him (until 109 guys its going to happen i know it will)
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abanjoplayingplatypus · 9 months
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After a last day at school and a free computer lesson Im back at it with my ms paint things
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(The last ones obviously not finished I ran out of time)
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bungouchronicles · 2 months
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Chuuya's mersault jacket will always be green to me </3
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iztea · 6 months
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i personally believe chuuya simply DIY-ed a makeshift leg cast with the stuff he found in prison but ended up bridal carrying dazai out anyways because they wouldn't have made it in time at that pace
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kamapon · 7 months
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Mersault break, behind the scenes 🤭
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nouveauxamoris · 16 days
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someone’s doin just fine in prison
RBS APPRECIATED!
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spacexseven · 1 year
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Fyodor would be a family man that’s good at hiding his true intentions from his family such as the decay of angels and rats house along with his s/o just nurturing their son and having a peaceful side along with Nikolai being a family friend who would entertain Fyodors son. One happy family
anon i could kiss you senseless rn...literally one of the best things i've ever had the honor of seeing in my inbox. this idea has ruined me i swear it's Perfect
fem reader, reader is married to fyodor and has a son w him
cw: yandere character, deceit, manipulation, mentioned murder
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fyodor dostoevsky makes for a wonderful husband—loving, ordinary, almost suspiciously so, but you married him knowing that he was an ordinary man. you loved him knowing that he was an ordinary man.
an ordinary man with some extremely unsettling secrets, none that you knew about.
the fyodor dostoevsky you knew and loved was the man who kissed the palm of your hand, and if he was feeling particularly affectionate, your forehead, every morning before he left for work, with a half-smile on his lips and a fond gleam in his eyes. you weren't quite sure what he did, except that he worked for a company of some kind, but you didn't like the way his face hardened when you probed, so you left it at that. it didn't matter what he did, anyway, so long as he came back to greet you every night, safe and unharmed.
the man you married was the one who'd come home to greet you with a tired nod and a warm embrace, entertaining your son's excited rambling over dinner. he held you close when he read before sleeping, stroking your hair with a light touch. as far as you were concerned, he was an amazing husband and lover.
though he was not necessarily a good person otherwise.
you were so easily blinded by the tender warmth he showed his family, that you hardly cared for his uncharacteristic slip-ups. like when he scowls, ever so slightly, when the news broadcasts some detective agency receiving an award, or when a ghost of a smile lingers as you wonder out loud how a casino could be floating in the sky.
you never once questioned the times he came home in an entirely different coat from when he went out, or when he was away for days on end, not calling you or leaving you a single message. was it because you trusted him wholeheartedly, or because you were afraid of what the truth really was?
but even if you had your own suspicions, it would have never even come close to what fyodor was really doing. how were you to know that the same lips that whispered sweet songs of praise to you with a coquettish smile were the same ones that uttered a death sentence to his countless victims? and how were you to know that the steady hands that caressed your body so intimately had also touched numerous corpses? the husband that spoiled you on anniversaries and birthdays could not be the same man that was actively planning to cover the world with the blood of sinners.
for the most part, you liked nikolai too. he was a little odd, considering his getup and his tendency to seemingly pop out of nowhere, but he was good friends with your husband—dos, as he called fyodor—and your son loved playing with him. he didn't tell you what he did, either, though he let it slip that he worked very closely with your husband. he refused to explain fyodor's unexplained disappearances, though he would often stop by to show your son a new magic trick when fyodor was gone for a little too long, just to reassure you a little.
nothing really gave it away; not the amused expression when you told him to stay safe on his way, nor his eccentric coworkers. you were just happy that your husband always came home to you, and never failed to remind you that he loved you. there were, perhaps, more things that should have worried you. the way fyodor insisted that you keep your social circle small, or the frustrated look in his eyes that was beginning to appear more and more often. even the peculiar things he was beginning to tell you.
you're lying in fyodor's lap, mind drifting between sleep and consciousness as he looks at you with an unreadable expression. then, perhaps noticing that you weren't completely asleep, a little smile appears on his face. "tell me," his voice is soft, but every word feels strangely heavy, "will you ever leave me?" you frown slightly, and he chuckles. "even if i did something you don't agree with?" you shake your head, "what's this about?" his smile widens, and he gently pinches your cheek. the look in his eyes is unnaturally cold. "it doesn't matter. either way...you don't have anyone else to turn to."
and you could have continued the way life was, with your mostly ordinary husband and your wonderful family. at least, until he turns up at your door after an especially long period of disappearance. you would be thrilled, normally, but you're much too shocked at the sight of your husband in what looks like a prison uniform to feel any relief.
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