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sharing my gallery full of BSD live actions images (part 23)

so my boyfriend's into disco elysium and he sent me out of context dialogue options and i made some into bsd text posts

i drew my own textpost

on tonight’s 1am episode of “Let’s Hurt Some Anime Fans!!” we have, drumroll please… 🥁 🥁

skk fans (that’s right, it’s y’all’s turn) this one is more specifically for the Chuuya stans (it’s me, hi)

imagine Chuuya scream-singing this song after find out Dazai left the Port Mafia and him

you’re welcome xoxo

okay y’all i have a ✨thought✨

what if, whenever atsushi regenerates, he’s physically fine but for some reason, his body still feels the pain of the wound he received??

like immediately after it happens, he’s fine if not a bit more tired than usual.

and then he wakes up the morning after and the afflicted limb (it’s the leg. you KNOW i mean the leg i mean come on, it’s practically a bright red target atp) is just screaming in pain.

and eventually the pain starts to ease up and he’s able to function again but he’s still left with flair ups sometimes and just general chronic pain.

again: especially the leg i mean SERIOUSLY THAT POOR LIMB-

but yeah basically chronic pain atsushi. (totally not in the process of writing a one shot for this with a sprinkling of sskk)

anyway, thoughts? feelings? helpful commentary?

okay y’all i had another ✨thought✨

and yes i’m still working on the chronic pain atsushi fic, dw i haven’t abandoned yall

but i read somewhere the other night that allegedly bc tigers have such good distance and night vision, their close up vision can be not so great.

do ik if this is 100% true? no.

did i take it and run with it anyways? of course.

so my brain went bad eyesight = glasses and atsushi is a tiger, so now atsushi wears glasses. but then my brain furthered it by going “when do you wear glasses? to read!!” so now may i humbly present you with:

glasses atsushi who is also a passionate reader

bc i personally headcanon that one of the only things he had access to at the orphanage was books and he discovered he could use them as a form of escapism, thus sparking his love of reading.

and now, if you’ll indulge my even further.

akutagawa finds out about the love of books by quite literally stumbling into atsushi outside of a book store (consequently making him drop all of his books and accidentally ruin one) and assists him with taking the books back to his place.

and akutagawa also replaces the book that got ruined and when he gives it to atsushi (via stopping by his place) he is met with atsushi in glasses.

and akutagawa realizes 2 things: 1) his rival/partner looks very cute in glasses and 2) akutagawa is very gay for him.

i have a much for fleshed out plan for this and have additionally scenes i will add in, but i’ll leave that up to y’all’s imaginations 😉

thoughts? feelings?

update on this thought!!

the fic is almost done, just a few scenes left to right and some beta reading before publishing! it’s currently 12k words, which is the longest piece of written yet, and will be published to Ao3!

but now, it needs a name! and i cannot decided, like the indecisive anxious creature i am.

i have a few options, and yes they’re all hozier or fall out boy related, and no i’m not sorry for that. the poll will only be up for a day, given that im hoping to have this finished and published within a week!

okay y’all i have a ✨thought✨

what if, whenever atsushi regenerates, he’s physically fine but for some reason, his body still feels the pain of the wound he received??

like immediately after it happens, he’s fine if not a bit more tired than usual.

and then he wakes up the morning after and the afflicted limb (it’s the leg. you KNOW i mean the leg i mean come on, it’s practically a bright red target atp) is just screaming in pain.

and eventually the pain starts to ease up and he’s able to function again but he’s still left with flair ups sometimes and just general chronic pain.

again: especially the leg i mean SERIOUSLY THAT POOR LIMB-

but yeah basically chronic pain atsushi. (totally not in the process of writing a one shot for this with a sprinkling of sskk)

anyway, thoughts? feelings? helpful commentary?

Ladies, Lords, Nonbinary Royalty, and other gender-nonconforming courtiers!! May I proudly present to you, the hard-won efforts of my last month of screen time.

The Chronic Pain Atsushi fic has been born!!

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, find the og post on my page (it shouldn’t be too far down.)

This is by far the longest fic I have ever written and I am very proud of it for that fact. Coming in at a whopping near 25k words, this short and sweet one-shot turned into a novella.

Enjoy lovelies ✨

and for the record, i’m aware of the latest bsd chapters.

ik what happens.

im electing to ignore their existence and live in a state of continuous denial until they are animated and i am consequently forced to acknowledge their existence.

thank you for your understanding in these harrowing times.

time to combine two of my fixations rq

look me dead in the eyes and tell me that Atsushi Nakajima wouldn’t serve The Vast.

i can see him loving the wide open space of the sky or the sea or space, absolutely nothing there but his god as he’s constantly floating or free falling, it’s exhilarating and makes his heart pound and it’s pure ecstasy to him. there is no past to haunt him, no need to keep fighting to be good, no need to constantly prove himself, no incessant worry that he’s not enough. he doesn’t have to do anything, or fight anyone, or meet some impossibly high expectation set for him. he can simply be and exist. it’s just him and his god. he’s not sure where he ends and his god begins, and he doesn’t think he cares anyway, he just knows he is utterly surrounded by his god and that in the middle of its infinite vastness, he is insignificant and meaningless. compared to his god, the meager time span of his life is incomparable. it means nothing. he means nothing, and he relishes in it. allows himself to just let go.

once again, i’m going to combine my two fixations (bsd and tma)

let’s talk chuuya. (disclaimer: i have not read stormbringer)

after his years spent in the lab, i feel like chuuya would despise the idea of being controlled, of not having full autonomy of himself. he would be revulsed at the idea of being puppeteered.

but he would choose The Web, despite his deep-rooted dislike of everything it stands for.

why?

because the being inside him, this god like power, is drawn to The Desolation like a moth to a flame. he can feel it inside of him, craving to destroy, to send any and every spark of life or potential it comes across up into a brilliant pillar of flames. it doesn’t want the heat. or the warmth. or the brilliant colors. it just wants to destroy without discrimination. it wants to be let loose to rage.

so chuuya, in spite of his misgivings and the screaming god inside of him, willingly hands himself over to The Web, knowing that it hates The Desolation and vise versa almost as much as he hates the uncontrollable power inside of him.

and so he sits with The Web. quiet, patient, and a little on edge. and he listens and learns, lets The Web teach him how to spin and weave so he can smother this god inside of him, burning with the desire to destroy, inside of a tightly wound cocoon of thin spider silk. and maybe, just maybe, he hopes that flame will suffocate.

my feed is consumed by Soukoku, Shin Soukoku, JonMartin, and Ineffable Husbands.

can you tell i like my ships doomed by the narrative???

thanks for requesting. im sorry this took so long to write i didn't have that much ideas of what to write for a part two. i can't edit older drafts for some reason so i had to take a screenshot of your request and redo this.

☆ the wolf in sheep's clothing [part two]

fyodor dostoevsky x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: part two of a wolf in sheeps clothing.

the lowercase is intentional !

[part one]

days, weeks and months had passed by since fyodor's first encounter with [name]. ever since then, fyodor couldn't stop thinking of [name]. he was practically infatuated by the priest and his obscure preachings.

fyodor was interested. he was interested in both [name] and the man's preachings. he couldn't help but want more of them. he wanted to listen to more of [name], he wanted to be around [name] more. but of course, it was only for the sessions, right? fyodor didn't want to believe he was actually.. attracted to [name]. he refused to believe it. it was all just for the preachings is what fyodor made himself believe.

it was a regular evening, which meant another one of [name]'s preaching sessions that fyodor was looking forward to once again.

fyodor made his way to [name]'s church and he walked inside. the place hadn't changed much in the past few months. it was the same building, with more or less the same people inside. he had been in the building so much he could practically nagvigate the whole area blindfolded.

fyodor scanned the room, hoping to see where [name] was and he eventually spotted the man. fyodor walked up to him with a smile and a wave.

"good evening, [name]. it's nice to see you again." fyodor spoke, his voice nice and smooth. it was like music to [name]'s ears, a very pleasant song that [name] would have on repeat.

[name] nodded, smiling back at the man that had bumped into him many months ago. "good evening, fyodor." the man replied back before walking over to a pedistool to set up for his new speech.

fyodor followed [name]. he knew [name] wouldn't start until around half an hour passed, so fyodor decided a little more conversation wouldn't hurt.

"how have you been?" fyodor asked, still smiling at [name]. the black haired male's smile was quite unsettling, but so was [name]'s nature so it equalled out.

"fine, as always." [name] hummed, shuffling things around clumsily to get his whole 'stage' prepared for him. [name] believed his pedistool, his altar was a stage. he wanted to believe it was a stage, and that im a few years time the word of his new, true religion would spread. but, that was unlikely.

fyodor watched intently as [name] set up.

it was always like this. he always watched the other man get ready. fyodor watched how [name] would shuffle around multiple pieces of paper of his speeches, how he straightened himselt up.

fyodor was fascinated, to say the least. he enjoyed watching [name] do all of his tasks and devote himself to his cultist ideology. fyodor was definitely interested.

[name] looked up from his pedistool as he finished and he smiled. "you should go sit down, i'm almost ready now. i'm sure you'll like this session just as you like the others." [name] said to fyodor.

fyodor nodded and he walked over to the benches that were littered across the hall. he sat in his usual space where he got a clear view of [name]. he loved sitting there, sitting somewhere where he could see the person he was most interested in (for multiple reasons).

[name] watched as fyodor walked over to his usual seat before he walked over to the bathroom. he freshened himself up so he didn't look that bad infront of all of his followers. he then walked out and got to his stage.

[name] cleared his throat before he spoke to all of his followers.

"good evening all!" he calls out, his voice filling the room. everyone immediately turns to look at [name], amazed by his voice already.

"thank you all for coming. i can't wait to tell you some new things our true god has let me know!" [name] continued, a wicked glint in his eyes that most people looked past. they were too captivated by his voice to care about the nonsense he was going to talk about.

as [name] spoke, fyodor couldn't help but get more and more mesmerised by the man. the way [name] spoke was so captivating, the way he looked was just.. perfect. fyodor loved every second of it. he loved being around [name], listening to his preaches.

after the speech was over, everyone cheered. everyone applauded and called out [name]'s name, loving what he had just spoken.

everyone left, but not fyodor. fyodor walked up to [name] and applauded, smiling at the man.

"that was an amazing speech, [name]." fyodor spoke, his words smooth and pleasing to [name]'s ears. "you never fail to impress me." fyodor hummed, smirking at [name] now.

[name] chuckled, feeling flattered by fyodor's words. he smiled back and nodded at the other man.

"why thank you, you never fail to flatter me." [name] responded, being just as flirty as fyodor was being just a second ago.

fyodor then realised, in that moment, that he was definitely into [name].

it was just because of the preachings or the sessions, it was because [name] was truly captivated.

fyodor was completely infatuated. he needed [name] now, or else he didn't know what he would do. it was like he was craving the other man, longing for him. he'd do anything he'd have to for [name].

fyodor then chuckled and he stepped closer to [name], putting a hand on his cheek and stroking it gently.

"you know.. i could give you something else to worship if you'd like." fyodor whispered into [name]'s ear, leaning in closer with that smirk still on his face.

[name]'s eyes widen briefly, but then he looks at fyodor, returning the smirk to him.

"oh, i'd love to see." [name] chuckled and then he leaned even closer, closing the gap between his and fyodor's face with a kiss.

the wolf in sheep's clothing definitely had more things than just his false god to worship now and fyodor now had [name] wrapped around his finger.

☆ author's note: i'm so sorry this took so long.. i hope you like it @ kaeiyokotoro ! i didn't know how to make a p2 so i really tried my best. keep requests coming !

☆ masterlist ▪︎ request

Their face tho 🤣🤣🤣

love them 😻

Oh my god, this would be hilarious 😂😂😂😂

I'd read all the fics!

The possibilities are endless...

It would also be very soft and Dazai would so tease Kunikida about this! XD

Ranpo might too xD.

[Post-canon AU?]

I don't know how to tag this, so whatever

In many movies it's said that Dracula's wife always reincarnates, so that was the inspiration for this (Fem!Kunikida looks like a Barbie, I love her)

Holy shit, this is so cute!

Also I called it! Dazai, stop messing in Kunikida's love life (or lack thereof) xD.

[Post-canon AU]

Roses are a fucking mess. Well, I need to practice drawing plants