#Bsd adjacent

[yuzu-all-the-way]

Today's the start of Dracula daily?????

Asagiri, when I get you...

^bsd fandom has not finished suffering

[steinbeck-vines]

Today, in researching people who may or may not have inspired BSD's Flags, I learned that Moroi Saburō, sometimes speculated to have inspired Piano Man, was technically considered an Olympic athlete.

What was his sport, you ask?

Music. From 1912 to 1948, art competitions were part of the Olympics, and in the 1936 Berlin games, to the "Music, Instrumental And Chamber, Open" event, Moroi submitted a piece catalogued as Olympiade (originally オリムピックよりの断片三章, transliterated as Orimupikku yori no danpen san-shō). Olympiade is apparently short enough to be considered a fragment, which would seem to make his chances a little shaky, but he was one of only five competitors being judged by nine judges. And the winner was...

No one. The judges didn't think any of the submissions was worthy of a prize, so they didn't award one, just gave an honorable mention to Gabriele Bianchi's entry. It wasn't the first time that had happened in the event, despite the fact that it was only the second time the event took place, and even though the "Music, Instrumental And Chamber, Open" had but one more moment in the sun, it wasn't exactly the last. In 1948, no gold medal was handed out, even though there was a silver for John Weinzweig and a bronze for Sergio Lauricella.

Now, following all this, I was curious. I wanted to give that music, allegedly so substandard, a listen so I could judge for myself.

Given the circumstances, perhaps I shouldn't be surprised that I couldn't find the audio anywhere on the internet. On the off chance that you've heard it, or know where it might be found, please let me know—I'd love to hear it

[dea011]

dazatsu month d13: band au (repost)

[elysias-realm]

gang i miss my wife…

… am i going to script a new dr for him ? no. but i still miss him

[kaurwreck]

do you have a favorite literary ref in bsd or is that a cruel question to ask

This is so hard! I like lots and lots of them, for different reasons. If I had to choose only one, and if I were to be sincere, Gin might be my favorite literary reference. I really love how much her namesake short story reframes Akutagawa's character, especially when comparing his Beast iteration against the version of him in bsd's main timeline. O-Gin also just really neatly and cleanly encapsulates what I love about Akutagawa's Kirishitan mono, including his affection for the Holy Fool trope.

To be more silly, I really love when Atsushi tell Tanzō Tonan that he has to feed his chameleon to escape the conversation with Tonan upon realizing Tonan wasn't being forthright (just ahead of the Decay of Angels framing the Agency). There are two references here that I adore (1) the reference to Chamelon Diary, in which Nakajima Atsushi semi-autobiographically recounts receiving a chameleon from a student and also his epiphany on how to live absent objective existential meaning; and (2) the reference to Tonan-sensei, a short story by Nakajima Atsushi about his beloved uncle, whom I also adore.

Rather than attempt to write an essay on Tonan-sensei and his influence on Nakajima Atsushi, I'll simply include a roughly translated version of the short story's Wikipedia synopsis:

The story depicts the protagonist, who secretly harbors self-loathing resentment towards his uncle because he shares similar mental characteristics with himself, but through his interactions with his uncle as he faces death, he gradually sorts out his critical view of the coexistence of love and hate and comes to realize the deep love he has for his uncle that lies dormant within him.

I will also include below a snippet about Tonan (referred to also as "Tan") from Nakajima Atsushi: His Life and Work, a dissertation submitted to the University of Hawaii by Nobuko Miyama Ochner in May 1984 (the date is relevant, because Ochner-sensei was able to speak to some of Atsushi's then-living family and friends to piece together his biography):

[Nakajima Atsushi's grandfather's] second eldest son, Tan, was also a scholar of Chinese. A bright boy, he was able to read the Chinese classics at the age of six and compose poetry and prose in Chinese at thirteen, according to the Japanese system of reckoning age. He was a proud, uncompromising, and impatient man, who never married, and who seemed to be always pursuing the impossible. In a short piece entitled "Tonan Sensei" (Tonan was Tan's pen name), Atsushi describes his uncle as having the virgin's beautifully clear, pure eyes— "the eyes of a man who is always dreaming an impossible dream." Tan, who revered General Nogi Maresuke (1849-1912), was an "amalgam of fervent patriotism and the temperament of a traditional Confucian scholar." He was greatly concerned about the future of Japan and China, as well as of Asia in general, confronted with the onslaught of the Western colonial powers.

...

In his articles he laments the ignorance of Chinese culture and tradition on the part of the Japanese diplomats in China, and criticizes their excessive reliance upon Western sources of news information. He felt that the peoples of Japan and China must unite in their efforts to repel the outsiders from East Asia; he went to China at least two times to try to enlist Chinese support for his vision. One of the prominent men he met was the scholar Lo Chen-yii (1866-1940), who later wrote an introduction to the posthumously published collection of Tan's poetry and prose, Tonan sonko. Atsushi is said to resemble this uncle most.

[kyomon0]

been thinking abt the Gakuen AU for a little ...

(Sry if it's messy, i'm brain-dumping on mobile)

Tachihara goes to a different school because he doesn't want to wear the same uniform as his brother (as far as my understanding goes, I'm not sure if it's correct) so I have a silly little Headcanon for it:

Tachihara transferred out before Chuuya, and had dyed his hair and got piercings during the transfer. So.

They've also never really entered each others social sphere's, so Tachihara didn't have much of a reason to be friendly to Chuuya when he transferred, and Chuuya didn't have any reason to recognize Tachihara or remember his name.

Tachihara would've been on the disciplinary committee, which is part of why he would've recognized Chuuya, and Chuuya would only recognized Tachi if he didn't have whole delinquent look going on (mostly, if he still had black hair)

So comes the day where Tachihara mentions something abt their previous school, Chuuya's just like, hold up, wtf do you mean you went there, i've never seen you???? And Tachihara's like, yeah I used to go there wdym

And Chuuya's still confused, so Tachi says his hair is dyed so it was black back then (new information to everyone lol). Chuuya's still confused and shouts that literally 90% of students would've had black hair. So Tachi says he was on the disciplinary committee (another shocker), and now Chuuya thinks.

The disciplinary committee? There were four students on there, and he's very obviously not those three. He would've had to have been the kid that was hanging around that Ookura girl. The one that was clearly the most normal of the group, that actually did the work how you would expect it to be done, not... whatever the other three did.

And Chuuya, in his head, just comapres. The polite, stereotypical Japanese high school student, part of the disciplinary committee, making sure other students stay in line. Okay. And he just looks at this mf in front of him. Bandaid on nose, dyed hair, piercing, improper uniform and is just like, there's no fucking way.

They have an argument abt it.

That is most of what I have for that sadge. I am attempting to draw this, it's,,, going,,, slowly〜

The image of Chuuya just thinking, and then suddenly slamming the table and pointing at tachihara shouting 'THAT WAS YOU!?' has just been really funny to me recently.

Also the idea of their two schools having an event together or something, and Teruko just pops over out of the blue, climbs up Tachihara, and demands him to take her somewhere with Suegiku following behind, just absolutely baffling everyone when they leave. Tachihara makes no complaints abt it either, confusing them even more.

[uzi-x33]

NO, DONT MAKE ME GO BACK THERE THEYRE GONNA TAKE AWAY MY SILLLYYYY‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ (i have to go back to school tmr.)

[note-boom]

I had a sudden vision whilst reading Antagonistic Quarter

[evermorethecrow]

this is what akai day has done to my pc

evidently there isnt enough gifs here

[rainswept]

my toxic trait is that i expect bsd fans to just Sense my Presence and seek me out when in reality i have not made a single post on the tags (<- is afraid to reach out to people)

[fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency]

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog (no pressure!)

Last one was OOC so I'll do this one IN CHARACTER for our favorite dad

1. I collect sad orphans - (give me ALL of them)

2. I've never met a cat I didn't like

3. I'm attracted to hot Dad's. (give me all of those also please)

[comfied-chriterature]

hi hi!! random question but if you could have 2 of your faves meet who would they be and why?

i love thinking of these. i’ve been thinking about the friendship potentiometer between sigma and lucy, i think they’d be a fun duo

- 🎀

I ABSOLUTELY NEED SIGMALUCY FRIENDSHIP!!! I have an hc that after coming back from Mersault Sigma starts working at Cafe Uzumaki with Lucy for a bit <333

Idk if you mean favs from the same universe or across universes, but I'm gonna go wild and say Emu Otori and Sigma lmaoooo (playing miitopia has given me food for thought where my favs get to interact and be besties). Obviously Emu would be an absolute menace for Sigma to deal with, but also they're both so passionate about protecting their homes, are always aware of other people's feelings and want to preserve their happiness, and know a thing or two about business. I think Emu would look up to Sigma and Sigma would think of her as like a Nikolai type but without the terrorism!!

[thateldribitch]

The Lollipop Contract

Matcha Melon Sakura --- Warnings: Slight PTSD and trauma, slight S4 spoilers for Yosano's backstory; largely fluffy. Image from Pixabay. --- To Ranpo Edogawa, the world is clear. He sees every detail. The lives of people are read in their gestures, scars, clothes, the scuff on their shoes that matches the hue of the Yokohama riverbank. It used to overwhelm him. Every word felt like constant pressure squeezing his brain in a vice. His body rippled in pain and panic, until he snapped or cried. And no one understood it. Well, before Fukuzawa told him about his ability. He doesn’t get everything, but he gave him his glasses and sealed it. Now, Ranpo’s pleased to be picky; unless it catches his interest, he doesn’t need to see it.

The world’s a blur. No, not a blur. A sharp point of focus on one thing at a time, until he chooses to release his ability and see everything. It makes him feel this warmth for the former assassin. He can’t name it. Ranpo just knows it feels nice. Safe. And that’s all that matters. 

Nodding slightly, he pushes his cheek into the plush couch cushion he’s pinned beneath his folded arms. There’s some nameless candy rolling over his tongue. It’s bitter. He doesn’t usually like bitter, but the texture’s fascinating–a modeled, bumpy ball that was once a sculpted flower.Wearing it down reveals a sweet core. Worth the effort? Maybe. He only grabbed it because the packaging’s shiny, new, and interesting.

“--I’ll just be next door if you need me.” Fukuzawa’s hand ruffling through his hair brings him back to reality. 

“I know that,” Ranpo huffs. But he still rolls his head out of Fukuzawa’s hand only after a few moments. Praise is better, but head pats are nice. It’s funny with Fukuzawa anyway. So awkward and unused to interacting with children. But time has rendered the fond action a little more natural. At least to a man more used to killing than– 

“Ranpo,” Fukuzawa says, firmly. And, in response, Ranpo rolls over the length couch’s back while flailing his arms.

“Ugh, yes, I get it!” He whines, flailing until the motion grows boring. He flops his hands back. Grabs a throw pillow and chucks it. Predictably, Fukuzawa catches it. Easily. He should know, he’s thrown many objects at him to see what he can catch. 22-0, no hits yet. 

At the pointed pressure of the old man’s gaze, he rolls back up to hang over the back of the couch. Arms dangling until they stretch out awkwardly. He’s too comfortable to be bothered by the slight pull on his muscles anyway. “She wants you to leave anyway,” Ranpo points to the girl quietly curled in the corner. Yosano finally drags her intense gaze away from Fukuzawa. It’s not aggressive. Mm, more.. Like she can see the blood stains on the old man’s hands and she’s wary it’ll end up on her. Joining the other stains that she thinks only she can see.

Ranpo can see it, though. She hides her hands too often, covers her arms, washes her hands until the skin pinks and her cuticles crack and bleed–

“Ran–”

“I want you to leave too. You’re freaking her out.” His gaze flicks away from Yosano. Fukuzawa’s lips pinch in that awkward way where he’s not sure how to respond. Like he’s not sure how to interact with Ranpo’s bluntness and not sure how to comfort someone with a trauma adjacent to his own. Ranpo pokes him between the eyes; he allows it, and just blinks at the finger. “But you’ll be ‘right next door’ if we need you for anything, ‘food’s in the fridge,’ blah, blah, just ask.”

“....” Fukuzawa deadpans in that parental, exasperated way where he’s debating tossing him in the ocean. 0-64, no ocean tossing yet. “I mean it,” says the old man who’s hesitantly held him while he’s sobbed about his parents’ deaths. He’s really so stupid to think he can’t nurture people instead of kill them. He’s good at saving people, even if he can’t see it. Well, no one can really see what Ranpo sees anyway. Patiently annoyed, he pats Fukuzawa’s head too. 

“We’ll be fine,” he paps his palm over the silver locks. “I’d say stop worrying, but you’re not capable. Now shoo.” By the way Fukuzawa pinches his brow, he knows he’s hesitant. That he doesn’t really like leaving them, but knows better than to question Ranpo at this point. Good! Grinning, he crunches his candy between his teeth, reaches into the bag, and plops a sugary flower into the old man’s palm before all but shoving him out the door. Ranpo pops another into his mouth. Ugh. 

Bitter. 

“...Thank you,” Yosano’s voice makes him turn. It’s a quiet sound smothered by old wounds and anxiety. He walks over, sees her tense–then relax as he kneels in front of her.

“He’s not Mori, y’know,” Ranpo says, bluntly. He flops down to crunch the flower between his teeth, impatient for the hidden sweetness.

“I know–” Yosano starts, but he shoves a candy in her mouth. She takes a surprised moment to eat it. Likes it. Savors it. 

“Nah,” Ranpo brandishes a shiny, gold and pink wrapper at her. “You keep looking at him and seeing the way he still walks like he’s in the military.You flinch when he speaks, like he’s gonna order you to use your ability.” He’s not entirely oblivious to the way she keeps tensing, like a coiled spring. “Even though I told you we don’t need it.”

“I can’t just believe that!” Yosano shrieks. The mere sound is like a thousand knives being plunged into his brain. He covers his ears. Yosano curls into a ball, wanting to hide from her seeming ‘sins.’ Her sobs break off into a whisper, “If one of you gets hurt, I’ll have to. I’ll have to!”

“Uh, first of all.” Ranpo pokes her forehead. “Not gonna happen.”

“No one’s invincible–”

“Yeah but we don’t have to be.” He rolls his eyes. It’s just so obvious. But, babies can’t see obvious things. “Not because you’re here, but because we’re human. Humans get hurt. Sucks, but– we don’t need you. We just want you.”

That… finally makes Yosano look at him. Really look at him. Good. Sometimes she gets so blind, and he has to yank her out of the dark and show her that there’s obviously still sunlight. “Fukuzawa wanted to save you from Mori. I did too. So we did–that’s it, that’s all.”

Slowly, she slumps down the wall to lay next to Ranpo. She’s stiff from being curled in the corner, but desperate for closeness. He crunches another flower before offering her one. She takes it. Silence spirals as he eats his candy like popcorn to witness her quiet breakdown. Meanwhile, she slowly savors each piece. He eats more; but she makes every piece last.

“You shouldn’t eat them like that,” Yosano eventually murmurs. “It’s bad for your teeth.”

“You should be a doctor,” is all Ranpo says in reply. It makes her jolt, scrambling up to stare at him. Her expression twists like she’s not sure if she wants to punch him or not. She doesn’t. “Think about it. You wanna save people, but not have to use your ability. Doctors do that. It’s an obvious solution.”

“...I don’t know if I can.” She flops back next to him, and stares at the wall. Whimpers, covers her ears–it’s like she hopes to drown out all the people begging her to stop saving them. Ranpo twists a shining wrapper between his fingers.

“You can,” he states. “But you don’t have to do it now.”

“But I feel useless—” Yosano’s voice breaks on the half-confession.

“Eating candy’s not useless!” He sits up to flail his arms in animated protest. “It’s sweet and makes me happy. Plus, I’m sharing with you. So don’t squander this ‘cause I won’t do it again.” Yosano stares… then laughs. A bright laugh that finally makes her look more like a living girl and not a walking corpse of war. It makes him smile as he crunches through another flower— “Seriously, that’s so bad for your teeth, stop it—” Sweet.

[kredensik]

tma instilled in me a conviction that any supernatural fuckery can be solved with a) freezing it in ice, b) putting it in cement, c) the incredible power of arson and friendship.

what brought this on? well, i spoiled myself bungou stray dogs and apparently dostoyevsky can resurrect himself by possessing the guy that killed him. and it’s like. yeah his ability is making the punishment fit the crime, but i really think that if they dipped him in cement that would be it. whats he gonna do???? possess the cement? possess the multiple people that would be needed to make this happen? would there be an entire arc for his doubles trying to kill each other? i’m barely keeping my eyes open but i really think the cement is the answer guys

[tender-rosiey]

Hello there! If it's not a bother,i wanted to request Chuuya,Kunikida and Akutagawa getting into a fight for us and the reader's reaction? the other person might have badmouthed the reader and that caused the character to get into a fight with them. Thank you!! <33

“WATCH YOUR MOUTH”

— dazai, kunikida, chuuya, and akutagawa fighting someone who badmouthed you

a/n: also especially posted for @dazaiaiko cause it has been while since I uploaded something bsd related

DAZAI OSAMU:

"hello there!" dazai greets as he enters the bar. he, with a birth smile, takes a seat at the table with two men, "pleasure seeing you here."

one of them snaps at him, "the hell is your business here, kid?"

he waves his hands in innocence, "hey now, no need to be so aggressive! I just came to have a pleasant chat with you guys about something...rather personal."

"it just so happens," dazai continues, interrupting the man's response, "that you've badmouthed my dear lover," he closes his eyes as he smiles, "that isn't something I am fond of."

the man laughs, "so you here to pick a fight, ay?" the man tries to get up but is hindered by something rather painful. namely a knife grazing his thigh.

"don't cause a scene now; I would hate having to clean up after your mess."

the man frantically nods. dazai then retracts his knife, nestling it safely in his pocket.

he simply thinks that no one should be allowed to treat you like that so this should act as a warning. that if he ever tried insulting you again, there will be consequences.

dazai laughs, "that's good to hear!" he stands up, dusting his brown coat, and heads to the door, "hopefully we don't meet again...for your sake."

soon, he is at your door with a bouquet of flowers. the moment you open the door, you're greeted by his beaming smile, "hello, belladonna! you look as lovely as usual!"

you roll your eyes, leaning on the door, "what has brought you here, 'samu?"

"my heart simply yearned for one y/n l/n," he hums and you chuckle.

you take the bouquet with a grateful smile, "I think you just came for the crab salad I made."

he presses a kiss to your cheek before letting himself in, "that is merely an added bonus, my dear," his arm wraps around your waste, "I am here for you, you should know that."

"I also know that you went to the bar to threaten that one guy."

he pauses, "...really?"

"mhm."

"darn."

KUNIKIDA DOPPO:

to unwind, you deicided to take your husband on a date to the cafe under the agency. you were having a good time in general, but kunikida couldn't help but notice the people in the adjacent table talk about you.

"what's wrong, doppo?" you ask, your hand resting on his own.

he looks up at you with a smile, gently squeezing your hand, "it's nothing; don't worry about it."

you smile and continue on your conversation. all seems to be normal but then kunikida hears something that he simply can't let go.

he abruptly gets up and headed towards their table. he towers over them as he asks, “do you have any business with us?”

they exchange looks with each other before one of them speaks up, “well—“

“then I would appreciate you if you keep quiet.”

they quickly shut their mouth and before kunikida turns back to walk to you, he looks down at them and says, “let’s keep things civil for your sakes.”

the men don't let the threat slide and one of them tries attacking kunikida. he swiftly dodges and grabs him by the collar, pushing him to a nearby wall, "surely what I said was easy enough for you to understand."

the guy, terrified, nods quickly and kunikida releases him, letting him fall to the ground. the guy scrambles to his feet and his friend soon follows suit.

kunikida pushes his glasses up with a sigh before he turns to you, "sorry for my reaction, but—"

he stops in his tracks when he sees you looking at him in awe and with a silly little smile on your face, "aww, you love me!"

he looks at you, confused, "of course, I do."

you tackle him in a hug that he doesn't hesitate to recporicate, albeit with a hushed whisper, "y/n, pda is unacceptable!"

you press a kiss to his cheek and he quickly shuts up. y/n used kisses: very effective!

NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

you and your husband were walking the streets, jumping from shop to shop. of course, it was fun and it helped that your husband is very engaging and tells you what he thinks and genuinely suggests outfits.

you stopped at a particular shop, though it was one that you already had something in mind to get.

so chuuya left you to your own devices, but as he was chilling, he overhead people talking about you in a rather unpleasant manner.

so he went to you, pressing a kiss on your cheek and telling you he had to quickly check something, then he followed them outside the shop.

because of their wonderful luck, they enter an alleyway. chuuya smirks before going in after them but they have yet to notice him til he speaks, "what do we have here?"

they snap their heads towards him. one of them snarls at him, "the hell you want?!" and chuuya's eyebrows furrow.

"I will just teach you a lesson," he smirks before slamming the guy's head to the wall. the other one sees the scene unfold and attempts to run away. chuuya doesn't let him get far.

soon, they are both beaten to a pulp and chuuya dusts his hand.

one thing that chuuya likes to remind people is to never badmouth you.

alas, some are simply unfortunate.

so with his head high and chest puffed out, he heads back to the shop.

though, he is met by a very angry you who grumbles, "nakahara chuuya."

he tenses up and smiles at you, "heyyyy babe, how was it?"

"what did I say about beating people up?"

the disappointment in your eyes hits him hard then he frowns, slightly blushing, "listen, they should know better than to speak about you like that."

you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. what's done is done and you can't change anything. you also can't complain about having a husband who always has your back.

"won't tell me I am your strong husband at least?"

locking arms with him, you roll your eyes, "you're my 'strong' and 'handsome' husband."

he laughs before nudging you lightly with his elbow, "now what shop do you wanna go to?"

AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE:

a normal evening: you were chilling on your couch, scrolling through your phone.

you didn't think that anyone would show up at this late hour. and even if they did, one expects a delivery man to come knocking on their door, not their nationally feared boyfriend injured and using the door for support.

thankfully though, he isn't in a terrible shape, but he has sustained quite the injury, if the stagger in his step is anything to go by.

"ryu!" you gasp as you run to steady him, "what happened?"

you gently lead him to the couch where he finally sits down, letting a tired sigh. he avoids your eyes for a moment before speaking up, "just had a fight with some people."

you frown, inspecting his injuries, "what did they do? anything related to the mafia?"

he shakes his head as he watches you get the bandages and whatnot. you settle in front of him and he hesitantly shows you the injury. your eyes brim with worry and you instantly start tending to them.

after a couple of moments, his hand moves to rest on your head, "they were...badmouthing you."

you freeze and look up at him. he frowns, a little defensive, "what? I hate anyone who talks you down."

a small laugh escapes your lips as you press a kiss to his cheek, "what did I say about getting into unnecessary fights?" you hum and almost coo at his blushing face.

he averts his eyes and grumbles, "that was very much necessary."

"you could've just ignored them," you quirk an eyebrow at him and he ignores your reprimanding, firmly believing that fighting for your honor is worth every injury he could've gotten.

you cup his face, "ryu," you caress his cheek and he grumbles making you giggle before continuing, "I just don't want you to get hurt even for me."

he sighs with a small nod. his shoulders relax upon seeing your smile, though he avoids telling you that he will, without hesitation, get in another fight just for you.

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[m1ss-n0mer]

Currently thinking about the DoA.

Nobody in that organisation had the same goals. Fukuchi wanted to end a war, Fyodor wanted to further whatever the fuck he's doing, Nikolai hoped that the organisation would bring him closer to freedom. Sigma wanted a home. Bram never wanted to be there in the first place, as far as we know.

They were all just people who were alone who ended up together, but unlike the ADA, they're only there to use each other. They don't become close, a lot of them can relate to each other, but it doesn't help.

All organisations in bsd have a colour scheme, and the Decay's is white and purple.

Fyodor wore a white hat for the majority of his time with the DoA, while the other members all had white hair, maybe because he always intended to betray the organisation and was just disguising himself. He also played victim with Ace in season 3 only to outsmart him by the end of the episode.

Fukuchi wore the red-ish hunting dogs uniform, but used Amenogozen, which is sometimes shown to be purple and sometimes white, since he knew how terrible all the Decay were and was just using them like a weapon for what he believed was a good cause.

Nikolai wears mostly white, but a bit of black. He joined for selfish reasons, but in the beginning it was with what he considered good intentions; he wanted freedom, and didn't come to the conclusion that he needed to kill the guy who introduced him to the DoA in order to do that until later.

Bram never wanted to join. What we see of his outfit at that point is all black, but it's not until the sword is pulled out and he's free from the DoA that he has a full body and therefore full black attire.

Sigma almost entirely consists of white and purple, because, until Atsushi tries to save him, he has no loyalties besides the DoA; no intention of leaving.

But Nikolai defects and saves both himself and Sigma when Fyodor most likely intended for them to die, in order to kill him in Meursault. Sigma is ready to join the ADA if and when he gets the chance. Bram escapes with the help of Aya.

And then Fyodor abandons all pretense of being at all loyal to the DoA by killing Bram and Fukuchi, and then his new outfit (Bram's) is entirely black, and he's not wearing a white hat to cover up that he's not like the rest of them.

But none of them are entirely loyal, so what makes him different? I can't say for sure.

What I DO know, is that the DoA have ceased needing each other, so I think all the ones that are still alive are going to get a colour scheme change pretty soon. (Bram is too dead for that, but Fukuchi is Amenogozen now and Fyodor, as mentioned above, is wearing all black.)

So, for Nikolai, his past outfit was black and white, but primarily white. Also what it means for his character that a clothing change may or may not mean he gets rid of his jester persona is, uh, content for another post once I think about it more because I feel like that'll be Big.

And Sigma? Probably, he'll be wearing something more ADA adjacent (beige and possibly soft sunset tones, I believe) at some point soon.

Anyways yeah in conclusion the DoA was never a proper organisation, none of them cared for each other nor were they working towards the same goals, their needs just happened to align at some point. Also this is reflected in their character designs.