#Bungou stray sogs

[nopeleavemealoone]

Look at that bsd textposts woaoh

part 1 / 3 / 4 / 5 Reductress

[cryptidnest]

Also we should put a collar on Dazai with Chuuyas address and number ✨probably~✨

[elaemae]

...*cough* Me when bsd– *cough*

[chupenguin]

Okay, bsd season 5: we start in chapter 78 with all the Ranpo-Kamui plan

Then: Fukichi vs Shin Soukoku ( the whole fucking trailer), so chapter

Fukichi vs Tachihara

Chuuya breaking into the prision

Jouno vs Fukichi

So we're getting AT LEAST, to chapter 99

Season 4 animated from 55 to 77, aka 23 chaptes + the light novel

If they take a similar pace for seson 5 and do another 23 or so, that would mean we get from 77 to 100, and well... we all know what happens in 101 and that would be such a funny place to end the season woulnd't it?? But we also get some frames of young fukuzawa and fukichi what happens around 104 so.... i think they're going to arrive to the rooftop fukuzawa vs fukuchi fight , like we got Shojo dad in thet trailer and that scene is from 104 so...idk what they're doing

my personal opinion is that they're going to finish the season around chapter 98, with the teams for the escape game reveal but.... if they finish it on chapter 101 i'm going to laugh so bad like we got

4 years of chuuya inside the book now we get other 4 years of chuuya drowning

[nopeleavemealoone]

Shoutout to chuuya for the time he decided to enable corruption, which literally destroys his organs, and proceed to bitch slap a dragon with a building just so he could go and punch his boyfriend. The queers have outdone themselves.

[cryptidnest]

I swear I know how to write.

[elaemae]

"He was a fairy—"

I recently read the BSD fic Soft, Soft Dandelions and fell in love with the setting and tiny fairy Chuuya, I just had to draw for it!

[noisetwister]

WHERE. THE FUCK. WAS THE SMILE.

[shxtodxroki]

Hi everyone! I've been super busy these past few weeks, but now that school's out and things are finally calming down and while I catch up on other writing (ESPECIALLY appearance match-ups since I want to get caught up with those!) I was wondering if any fellow writers would be interested in an appearance match-up and/or written match-up exchange? :D

Match-Up Exchange Guidelines

My match-up exchange guidelines(for written match-ups, but appearance ones would be similar guidelines just much less writing lol) are linked above, but I've expanded the list of fandoms I'm willing to do match-ups for, so this is the updated list of fandoms I can write for in my half of the exchange!

My Hero Academia

Haikyuu

Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

Attack on Titan

Bungou Stray Sogs (but only characters up to season 3, since that's where I am rn)

Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Death Note

Sk8 The Infinity

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Mystic Messenger

Obey Me

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Stardew Valley

If you're interested in an exchange and have read my match-up exchange guidelines, please feel free to DM me and I'd love to do an exchange with you! :D

[cascadiiing]

Drew Dazai for his birthday :) 6-19-21

[elaemae]

Guy who lives off of seafood that walks sideways and looks like a wet cat at 15 x Guy who's definitely no longer "still growing" that apparently shares a soul with Guy 1 (ft. weird mating rituals)

new reblog game just dropped‼️ reblog this with a description of your fav bsd ship without explicitly stating either of the character’s names and we have to guess the pairing

[chuuteau]

The Bonds that Break Us ~ Dazai Osamu & Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Did someone ask for angst? No. Yet here it is, spewing out of me like a fucking geyser. Feel like this had a lot of layers??Have I finally turned my stories into onions?? It's 2:08 and I haven't slept in three weeks. Might make a second part or a full story, idk, probably not because I suck. Spoiler most of the other stuff I have planned out is fucking angsty as hell too although it has happy endings, kinda sorta maybe.

Everything was so cold. You could feel the temperature drop and the shivers wracking your body. You couldn't tell why you were shaking. Cold, fear, rage, sorrow, shock, or some disgusting mix of all of them. The hair on the back of your neck was standing on end, and the silence that rang through your ears was deafening. 

Fyodor stood there, the cold enough to make his bones ache, but he stood unwaveringly and without a single sign of vulnerability. 

When Dazai had approached the empty alleys in the abandoned area of Yokohama, he was expecting it to just be him and Fyodor, as well as whoever the man set up to trap Dazai. It was going to be their final battle of wits, the defining moment to settle this war between them. Dazai didn't account for you showing up. 

You were a beautiful Port Mafia agent, known for your powerful ability and closed off heart. You were ruthless and saw others as either beneficial or irrelevant. Iron walls surrounded you, and you carried out all of your tasks without a shred of emotion. But Dazai was the famous demon prodigy, and your walls were paper thin in his all seeing eyes. 

His words charmed you, to say the least, his silver tongue caught you off-guard. But you were never one to easily accept someone, and the gleam in his eyes made you wary. He wooed you, weaseled his way into your routine and life until his presence had almost become part of your identity.

The two of you weren't lovers, the two of you had never put a label on your interactions, although sometimes you wondered. When his skin grazed against yours, even for simple things like grabbing a pen, you felt as if you were on fire. When you leaned against him after he invited himself into your home without permission, you could have sworn you heard his breath hitch in his throat. 

It broke your heart when he felt the Port Mafia, and the only sense of familiarity was pulled out from under you, sending you crashing down. The barriers he had craftily passed through became more solid than ever, and the blood that stained your hands only accumulated as you threw yourself into your assignments.

The tenderness he had given you in his looks had to be forgotten, instead you just had to remember was the expressions of hatred and blood lust your targets gave you.

Your ability would no longer be beautiful like he said it was, it must go back to being nothing more than a tool to slaughter. 

When Dazai left you behind, it was like he took the human part of you with him. If you had known how much he wanted to take you with him, you would have cried. You never spoke to each other again, and there were only brief glimpses on the street.

You heard he had defected to the Armed Detective Agency, and that he had changed into a different person. You tried so hard not to listen. The less you knew the better, and if that made you an ignorant fool, you were more than willing to take on that label. 

Fyodor had heard rumors of you floating around, and when he finally looked into your records, he was intrigued. The files were vague, you were almost a ghost. All he had to go on was an impressive kill count and a few blurry pictures of your ability picked up on traffic cameras. You were a valuable asset to him, and he wanted you to play right into his hands. 

He meticulously planned out everything, this moment where he would finally have everyone exactly where he wanted them. The genius had crafted this series of events so he could break you apart, and when you were completely exposed, put you back together in a way where you would never be able to recover from his influence. 

When Dazai entered that ally, he knew there would be a trap waiting for him. He wasn't surprised when he sensed another presence above him. 'A sniper. If he hits me, I'll just make sure it's in a non-vital spot,' he thought to himself, unconcerned by the assassins presence. Fyodor stood ahead of him, his eyes unreadable, but Dazai could sense an air of confidence.

This was truly the ultimate battle, two prodigies ahead of their time going head to head, all other things were irrelevant. No words had been spoken between the two men, the thick silence said everything they needed to know. 

His spine stiffened when he heard footsteps tapping down the ally behind him, he could easily recognize your distinct walking pattern.

The same feet that would patter down his apartment hall in the middle of the night for a glass of water after he managed to convince you to spend the night with him.

The footsteps that hesitated by the edge of his bed when you returned as you wondered if this was really normal like he had said.

The slippers you would kick off onto the floor as he cajoled you into crawling back between the sheets.

The legs that tangled with his when he pretended to be asleep and wrapped his arms around you like it was nothing more than something any acquaintance would do. 

When Fyodor sent him a smile, casual but terrifying, Dazai whipped around to face you. Your face was as closed off as when he first met you, but the second your eyes locked, there was something there. Your (e/c) orbs displayed how you crumbled at the sight of him, and what Dazai hope was affection. 

The gleam of the barrel was in the corner of his eye, and he put his body in front of yours, moving on instinct. He wanted to protect you. His survival and safety were number one. But when it came to you, priorities just didn't seem to work they way they used to. 

The bullet tore through his chest. The flesh and bone that was ripped apart in the path of the unforgiving metal were in agony. He tilted forward, and you reached out to catch him.

His breathing was labored, and blood leaked from his gasping mouth. Dazai could feel the fluids building up in his punctured lung, and breathing felt like a challenge he wasn't sure he wanted to undertake.

As your arms steadied him, and your eyes grew wild with panic, another shot rang out. The sniper was a professional and didn't let the chance escape from him to take out the vulnerable bandaged man. 

The air had already started to get colder as another bullet tore through one of his arteries, lodging near the organ he wished he had admitted long ago belonged to you. 

You sank to your knees, supporting him on your lap. The temperature of the atmosphere kept dropping as you pressed your hands against his cheeks, looking into his chocolate pools that you used to drown in. 

"I'm sorry. I wanted to take you with me," Dazai said with an apologetic smile. 

You know what he was really trying to tell you when he said that. He knew that you knew, as a wave of emotion surged on to your face. He had never really been one for sentiments, and this was the closest thing to a confession that you'd ever receive from the elusive man. 

His eyes slid shut, the galaxies you saw in them dying out as his ragged breathing no longer reached your ears. 

The air was frigid, and ice had already started to coat the ground around your hunched body. It crept out along the paved street, crawling up the sides of buildings, coating the area in a white sheen. 

You clung to Dazai, tears starting to drip down onto his face as you stared at him. You were experiencing more emotions swirling around inside of you now than you had felt in your entire lifetime.

The silence was the most oppressive things you had ever felt, and you felt as though you were suffering. Your breath created small clouds, and you felt your body start to go numb. 

Fyodor stepped back, out of range as you let out a wail. All of your feelings had died out, and the only thing you had now was raw despair coursing through you. As you screamed out, sharp, jagged crystals erupted from the frost you had emitted. They coated the area, shielding you and the barely warm body you clung on to like a lifeline. 

Razor sharp geysers protected you from the rest of the world, but what else was there left for you to protect? Your own well being was far from your mind. 

The sniper was gone, his body torn apart by your outburst. Fyodor had one thing scratch on his arm, blood trickling down the appendage and falling from his fingertips. He was smiling nonchalantly as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. 

The only possible man who could rival him had been wiped off this plane of existence, and a powerful ally was waiting for him to rip apart like a piece of prey. 

He couldn't lie to himself in thinking he was just interested in your ability. He couldn't deceive himself into thinking that he didn't see something in you besides potential.

The stoic mask you usually wore irritated him. Seeing it crumble sent a jolt of exhilaration through his body. He looked forward to seeing the other faces you would make whole he had you wrapped around his finger.

Since he discovered your existence, your fates had been inescapably intertwined. The red strings that were your lives had been tied into a knot, and he was planning on choking you with your own thread. 

Fyodor's hands were warm against your face, and you let your arms fall to your sides, your empty eyes looking to him. He could practically taste the desperation, and he used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear.

You were spent, you were tired. Like an animal caught in a noose, you had exhausted yourself and no longer had the energy to fight what was about to happen. You couldn't resist it, so you embraced it. 

You lifted your hands to cover his, gripping onto his warmth as the one in your lap faded. 

[ahwait-no-yes]

my boyo

my sister wanted to know if krita was any good so I downloaded it and told her i’d doodle something and send it to her (and tell her abt my thoughts)

ignore the weird background thouigh?? im not sure how that happened

I cant wait till we found out how he’s actually meant to be coloured cause damn im gonna be drawing him left right and centre bc slown-boiyo 😍

[silent-rabid-dog]

Offical art of Akutagawa and Higuchi by Harukawa 35 on the Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Ichiyo Higuchi museum callob!

[nopeleavemealoone]

Before i made an account with tumblr i scrolled through tumblr skk posts and this one… it stuck out to me i remember getting brain rot out of like this scene specifically. I thought about it sososo much lol. AND NOW I HAVE FOUND IT AGAIN

Pov ur Kunikida and you’ve just found out that having Mafia Executive Nakahara Chuuya around does in fact help Dazai sleep via coming into work early and finding this

[ID: A digital drawing of Dazai and Chuuya from bungou stray dogs. Chuuya is lying on his back with one arm over the armrest, and his knees bent upwards. His head is tilted back and his hat is rested on his face. Dazai lays between Chuuya’s legs with his face buried in Chuuya’s stomach. Both are asleep. Sunlight filters through open blinds onto the two of them, lighting the whole scene in yellows and pinks. End ID.]

[chupenguin]

Soukoku x Heathers