#Gogole Sheet

[hoshiumiumi]

bsd school au stuff i had to delete the other blog bc i accidentally clicked a suspicious link there and im scared if it did smth KWNSKJW im sorry im a chicken

fyolai + their fav underclassman to bully

[sciionide]

sigma doodles except I put EFFORT in :3

first time using alcohol markers !! it went decently well, I'd say, but not perfect. I'm still proud of myself tho, I'd say I did a good job :3

a good friend of mine convinced me that his name was ligma for TWO FUCKING WEEKS-

but we love him ♥️

also we need to appreciate bunny boy sigma more

he needs cookies and a hug and a lil kiss and LOVE

and then nikolai my silly bean <33

[kiukiu1270]

A lil 15 Mykola/Nikolai character sheet that I made for my Fyolai 15 au .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

(I kinda accidentally developed a crush on him….)

I based some facts of him of off irl Gogol

Like how he’s queer, loves his motherland Ukraine, how he loves theatre :3

I’m planning to make an animatic of them but I’m not slavic (I’m Cantonese aka not slavic at all) so I’m not knowledgeable about yall’s culture and vibes yk? And I don’t know how much I can trust in today’s media ifykwim..

But I already drew a few frames and even arranged a whole piano cello duet that I could play 😭😭🫠

So ye

Any opinions?

(Yall are free to be political because I know that stuff is relevant in these times. just don’t be too mean to each other)

[osamucide]

WHAT THEIR LOVE FEELS LIKE . . .

. . . ft. BSD men

⊹ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA . . . freshly steamed rice, sherpa blankets, the moon in the sky during the day, well-loved dirt paths, comfortable sweatpants, clean kitchens, perfectly made lemonade, finding a dollar in your pocket, gentle cat paws, scratching a lover's back.

⊹ OSAMU DAZAI . . . used books with vigilant annotations in them, jazz music, charm bracelets, quiet and steady streams, lined leather journals, light rain, flickering flourescent light, cracking the spine of a new novel, knowing looks, linking pinkies while walking, caramel drizzle.

⊹ CHUUYA NAKAHARA . . . boozy chocolate-covered cherries, leather car interior, red sangria, gold jewelry, peeled clementines, extinguished matches, the peaceful room next door to a party, counting a lover's freckles, cupping your hands around a flame, divine geometry.

⊹ AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE . . . star anise, black lace, fig jam, perfect puddles of rainwater, vanilla ice cream, soft distant thunder, silver jewelry, blackberry-stained lips and fingertips, tracing sweet words into a lover's palm, the moment of silence and peace when you pass beneath a bridge while it rains.

⊹ RANPO EDOGAWA . . . shortbread cookies, wool socks, poppies, stray eyelashes, strawberry jam, argyle and pastels, candied fruit, chess matches, foil-wrapped chocolates with sweet sayings inside, when a dog at a party likes you best, collections of old keys, shooting stars.

⊹ DOPPO KUNIKIDA . . . peonies, perfectly pulled shots of espresso, letters with broken wax seals, comfortable routines, toffee and brown sugar, freshly ironed clothes, finding something that's been lost, completed to-do lists, cats sleeping atop stacks of books.

⊹ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA . . . photo albums hidden in plain sight, flickering candles, the breeze on a cloudy beach, stars on a clear night, perfectly steeped tea, crackling fireplaces, a safety net, clean sheets and pillowcases, crisp mountain air, packing a lover's lunch in the morning.

⊹ SAKUNOSUKE ODA . . . steam from a bath, soft and implacable floral scents, typewriter font, concentric tree circles, fallen bird feathers, uplifting newspaper headlines, children's laughter, protective hugs from behind, stratus clouds like blankets over the sky, dreams that make you want to sleep longer.

⊹ ANGO SAKAGUCHI . . . brown italian leather, vintage cameras, subtle gemstone details, warm french bread, fancy bookmarks, polaroids in your wallet, tying a lover's shoes, laughing at everything when you've drank a bit too much, dried rosemary and blood orange and pomegranate.

⊹ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY . . . frost-covered cranberries, string music, coffee table books on classical art, accidental halos of light, perfectly toasted marshmallows, the crunch of fresh snow beneath your boot, coconut and dark chocolate, a stray cat trusting you to pet it.

⊹ NIKOLAI GOGOL . . . pistachio ice cream, mourning doves on a wire, strands of pearls, opalescence, sitting side by side at a piano, salt water taffy, blowing a perfect bubble with your gum, the television flickering as you sleep, cradling a lover's face, banana pudding trifle.

⊹ SIGMA . . . fresh linen smell, rose gardens, pressed flowers, sleek dress shoes, swan necks in the shape of a heart, satin and silk, bouquets in translucent cellophane, sleeves wide enough to fit someone else's arms in, lace folding fans, white chocolate truffles.

[naokyunnn]

“No guy ever made me cum yet…only myself”

pussy slapping, implied experienced fem!reader. mult. anime characters.

This guy will be delighted, he feels like he’s born to do this with that big smirk on his face.

What do you mean no one made you cum yet? EVER? Those guys must be so bad who uses you to just get off for themselves.

“Hmm? Let’s change that—“ He says through his smirk while he grabbed the back of your knees and spread your legs open, your drenched cunt on full view just for him— aching and clenching at nothing so badly for some release. “Hah— fuck, im going to do you justice baby…” He whispered to your cunt as if he’s talking to it.

He then attached his lips around hood of your clit while his flattened his tongue and lick up the slit. Both of you moaned in unison at the feeling. He then started flicking his tongue over your clit and sucking on it softly, enough to send you to the heavens.

He continued eating you out messily, both arms hooked over your legs, trapping you in that spot as he buried his face deeper against your pussy. Chants of his name slip out of your mouth as you grip on his locks.

He’s been going at it for an HOUR you felt bad because you still don’t feel that feeling, it’s good but you’re not reaching your high yet. You decided to just… well…. lie.

“Mnngh…. cumming— ahh” You moaned while your mouth hangs open, forcing yourself to reach your release soon, but it just can’t.

He stops, and detached himself from your pussy, he look at you with full of mischief in his eyes. “Were you really?” He smirks.

You gulped nervously. Your silence is enough answer for him. His thumb went over to rub your clit slowly. “Don’t lie to me baby… im doing this f’you y’know?” He gave you a half hearted smile but it soon turns into a wicked smirk, “… I won’t stop until you cum and gushing mess, are we clear?” He cooes, his thumb rubbed faster on your clit as you mouth hangs open again in pleasure. “S-sorry…. please… make me cum” You pleaded through your moans.

He chuckled lowly, almost mockingly. He took away his thumb away from your clit and slapped your wet cunt. “Bad girl” He mocked with a smirk. You moaned at the sudden slap on your cunt, babbling sorry’s. He dived back in again, this time he’s more hungry eating that pussy!

He did stood with his promise not to stop until you cum gushing, because before you know it, you lost track of time already and all you know is you came HARD.

“Ahh… there she is… hmm.. that’s how it should be, pretty” He smiled proudly ad he watch your chest rise and fall as you chase your breath, your kegs twitching and the sheets underneath you is SOAKED. Oh boy… he’s proud that he just wanna pound you hard and make you cum hard again and again just to see you break all over again.

DAZAI OSAMU, GOJO SATORU, MICHAEL KAISER, SHIDOU RYUSEI, Geto Suguru, Itoshi Sae, Ego. Nikolai Gogol, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Chuuya Nakahara, Karasu Tabito, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, SANZU. … Your faves!

WROTE THIS IN CLASS HAHENSHSHAJS

[httpskuzuu]

BSD with pets

idk what I did

Fyodor x Reader / Akutagawa x Reader / Nikolai x Reader

I don't speak english, let me cry

summary: cute things about bsd characters and animals, idk

tw: nikolai is kinda oc (it's the first time I write about him, mercy), angst¿ at the nikolai part

Fyodor Dostoyevski

“Fedya.” You called as you knelt down to look under the couches. “Fedya!” you began to despair, you had already searched all over the house and still couldn't find your pet rat. Now, don't ask me how you convinced Fyodor to adopt a rat and give him his nickname, I don't know.

You had looked in every room but one.

You slowly walked through the house until you reached the place where Fyodor was always working. You knew he was there at that moment, you heard from outside the faint sound of keys being pressed, so you were justified in your nervousness, you didn't want to disturb Fyodor.

Anyway, you knocked on the door and stood tensely, waiting until a male voice said, “You can come in.”

“Fyodor, Fedya is lost, I can't find him.” You said the second you opened the door, while looking at him with a sad expression. It had been months since you had adopted the rat and you were already indescribably fond of him, instead Fyodor stayed more distant from him ( maybe because of the chosen name).

He turned to look at you as soon as you finished speaking, to see your expectant face for some answer or help. Expressionless, he removed his white ushanka revealing your beloved lost pet underneath.

“Fedya!” you yelled as you approached with your eyes full of life again. You held the rat between your hands carefully and hugged it. Laughter inevitably came out of your mouth. “What was it doing under your hat?”

“It climbed up me and got underneath.”

“And you left him there?” your smile widened as Fyodor nodded at your question. “I thought you didn't like him.”

“When did I say that?”

“It's just that you never take any notice of him.” You pouted to which the man couldn't help but smile.

“I don't like the name.” He quickly corrected along with a sigh, to which you could only laugh. “He's fine, doesn't bother.”

“I'm glad.” Gently, not wanting to disturb Fyodor or Fedya, you placed the rat back on his head, which curled up comfortably as Fyodor looked at you quizzically. “I think he'll be more comfortable there.”

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

Your feet hurt as you took out the key to the apartment where you currently lived with your boyfriend. It was a long day of work, although you could quit and be unemployed without any problems, as Akutagawa can provide for you without any problems, you still wanted to have your own money and not be entirely dependent.

You walked in to find the place with all the lights off, you guessed your boyfriend was still out, not unusual considering his job at the Port Mafia. The weird thing was not finding Rashōmon, your cat.

You entered the room shared by both of them and there you saw one of the cutest scenes Akutagawa could be involved in. On the bed, Aku was deeply asleep, breathing peacefully as was Rashōmon, who lay on his stomach in a ball, with the man's hand on his back.

The latter wiggled its ears at the sound of your laughter stifled by your hands, not wanting to wake anyone. Despite your efforts, your pet opened its eyes, which stood out in the darkness. It seemed as if his eyes came out of nowhere, as his black fur was indistinguishable in the dull light.

You quietly approached him and petted his head, making him purr.

You changed your clothes to a much more comfortable one, still trying to keep the quietness of the place. You knew Ryūnosuke should be tired, so you didn't want to wake him up.

Carefully, you lay down next to him, covering them both with the soft sheets. You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, while petting the cat with one of your hands.

With the mix of these calming sounds and the whole moment, you couldn't resist falling asleep.

Nikolai Gogol

You think it was a bad idea, adopting a white dove and calling it Kolya sounded funny at first, and Nikolai seemed to have no problem, but over time his behavior changed.

You don't quite understand, you don't know what goes through his head when he just stares at the dove in his cage. You had seen his emotions, those that he takes so much care that they cease to matter to reach freedom, but still you don't know what to do and you can't help but feel immense guilt.

One day you sit next to him, so that both of you can look at the animal for the desired amount of time.

“Do you want to release it?”

“It would surely die, and if it didn't, it would go home because it's not used to and doesn't want freedom.” Despite his somewhat subdued tone of voice, he has a smile on his face. You decide not to press him about it, after all it's only a matter of time and trust that he will tell you about how he feels, you just need to be as understanding with him as possible.

“Oh.” Silence once again imprints itself in the room, until after a couple of minutes you speak again. “And isn't there a way to teach him to be free?”

“Then he wouldn't be truly free. He would act as quoted, not on his own like free-ranging doves.”

“Mmmh, right.” Guilt still fills you, it's obvious you shouldn't have adopted the bird, a dog would have been much better. "But still, I think it's better that it's locked up in there. It wouldn't be free at all, but it would be close, don't you think?”

“Yes, I suppose that's better than nothing.”

Your hands gently intertwine and you drop your head on her shoulder. You'd be here long enough to comfort Nikolai.

I think you can tell which is my favorite

[sapphic-serenade]

Hiii can I request fyodor, Nikolai and chuuya hcs with a s/o who is extremely sensitive and emotional? Like the slightest things could set them in tears.

"Too Much?"

pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky | Nikolai Gogol | Chuuya Nakahara x AFAB!reader plot: Fyodor, Nikolai and Chuuya with an extra sensitive reader word count: 1.2k contains: Established relationships (separate), pet names(gn), orgasm denial, edging, use of toys, fingering(f receiving), spanking, oral(f receiving), dacryphilia if you squint, overstimulation, gentle sex, possessiveness, praise, kisses and hickeys a/n: yayyy first req! any feedback is appreciated 🖤

♥︎ Fyodor ♥︎

Being sensitive and emotional doesn't initially seem like something Fyodor would want in a partner, but when it comes to you...

Oh, he loves it.

He finds comforting you enjoyable. You always seem so content and calm after he helps cheer you up, and knowing that he was able to make you feel that way fills him with pride.

He doesn't mind when you get upset either, mostly just because you don't get emotional over the most important things. It's always a quick fix, so it's not a big deal to him.

Sometimes when he's too busy he can't always be there to comfort you, so you either have to deal with your emotions on your own or simply wait. If, though, you can't find it in you to wait and you bother him long enough, he'll just make you cry even more.

Fyodor loves to edge you and control when you cum.

He might finger you and pull them out right when you're on the brink of an orgasm, or maybe he'll stick a toy inside you and leave you alone for a while, ordering you not to orgasm until he returns.

Nothing gets him harder than being able to hear your distant desperate please and cries for him to come back and fuck you.

Fyodor couldn't tear his eyes away from you, sprawled out on your shared bed as your arousal trickled down your inner thighs and puddled on the bedsheet. You squirmed as his fingers slid in and out of your pussy, and Fyodor watched in satisfaction at how such minimal effort on his end was enough to make you write around in tears. "If you wanted me to be more gentle, then you should have behaved yourself, myshka," he told you as he increased his pace. Your moans and cries grew louder, and you clawed at the sheets as tears spilled from your eyes. Fyodor, however, appeared utterly unfazed, aside from the clear amusement he felt from watching you unravel on his long, thin fingers. "You knew that your actions would have consequences, yes? Then perhaps...you wanted me to punish you? How naughty." He smirked down at you, before removing his fingers from your warm hole and forcing them into your mouth, making you taste your own arousal as you whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

"Were you about to cum, my dear? You poor thing, and so quickly too. But you're going to have to earn it first."

♥︎ Nikolai ♥︎

He thinks it's soooooo cute how sensitive you are! And he LOVES to tease you.

He thinks your frustrated pouts, watery eyes and the way you fold your arms in annoyance is just adorable. He can't help but push all your buttons to see all the little reactions you have.

Nikolai also loves to tease you in the bedroom, but we'll get to that in a second~

He likes goading you into snapping at him, at which he decides a punishment is in order for you, and so...

He lays you over his lap and spanks you. Nikolai is really, really good at slapping your ass, making sure his large, gloved hand makes impact with your body in a way that stings so good.

He'll make you count how many times he's spanked you, and decides himself when enough is enough. If you lose count, then he'll just have to start again, won't he?

He knows when he goes too far though, and when that time comes he'll apologise, reassure you and cuddle you for as long as you need, and then just to make sure you know you're extra important to him, eat you out until your legs won't stop shaking.

You had lost track of the amount of orgasms Nikolai had given you, and you certainly couldn't bring yourself to try and remember right as you were on the edge of one more. His tongue prodded invasively at your cunt, arms tightening around your thighs as they began to shake. "Mm? You gonna cum again for me, doll?" He smirked, licking a clean stripe up your slit and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. You nodded, biting your lip to try and suppress a sob. Nikolai chuckled and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it harshly and sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. You let out a moan as your body froze, and your partner hummed in satisfaction as you creamed all over his face. As you rode through your high, thighs clamped around his head, he gave them a few reassuring strokes with his fingers, despite his tongue darting in and out of your soaked pussy. You whined loudly at the feeling of overstimulation, but he just pulled away with a devious grin.

"You can give me one more, can't you, sweetheart? C'mon, I know you can. Just one more..."

♥︎ Chuuya ♥︎

Chuuya is a scary man. He yells, he's brash and hot-tempered, and he's violent. But he cannot ever bring himself to treat you in such a way, especially with how you are.

He makes no effort to hide that you're his favourite person in the world. When talking to you, his tone shifts to one much more kind and soothing, and he touches you as gently as one possibly could.

He's a great partner, in short.

...

...bUT-

There's just something about the way you get when you're upset, the way you come to him for comfort, snuggle into his side and reply to him in little hums and sniffs.

It triggers his possessive side, strangely. And when that happens he wants to make you know how much he cares about you and wants you to be happy.

Chuuya is a gentle lover, caressing every inch of your body with the softest touch and kissing everywhere his lips are able to.

His thrusts are slow and sensual, comforting praises spilling from his lips nonstop as he fucks you.

That being said he does leave a lot of hickeys and marks all over your shoulders and neck, just for good measure~

"God, baby, you feel so good," Chuuya groaned, leaning down to press a few open mouthed kisses across your collarbone. Your fingers carded through his hair as you responded in a high-pitched whimper, legs wrapping impossibly tighter around Chuuya's torso. Every thrust of his, he buried himself as deep inside you as he possibly could, hitting your cervix in the most delicious way that only he could do. "So good for me, darlin'," he murmured into the crook of your neck, "I love you so fuckin' much, you know that?" His words only exacerbated your impending orgasm, and when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders he pulled his head back to look into your eyes, wanting to watch your face contort in pleasure as you came. Chuuya thumbed a tear from your cheek, cupping it as you squeezed onto his shoulders. The feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock made him grunt as he came right after you, the sudden staccato of his thrusts making you gasp and yelp in gratification.

"You feel amazing, babe. Oh, fuck- you always do so well for me, I don't think I could ever get enough of you-"

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[chuuyasheaven]

Listen to the voices

“She’s so nice. .” – various! bsd! characters.

Tags: various! bsd! Characters / afab! Reader, mean! Character, degrading kink, slight praising kink, pet names, rough sex, VERY slight corrupting kink?, teasing?, slight spanking, inspired by my voices, creampie, overstimulation, might contain grammar errors, small drabble?, etc. Notes: As mentioned in the tags, shout out to my voices !!! Another important thing, both Dazai fics will be finished and posted during or after this week, otherwise, enjoy , my sluts !!

You’re the sweetest person he ever met. He’s absolutely in love with you, so are you, too. Buying him gifts, surprise kisses, and treating him right, most importantly. How can a person be so nice, he asks himself often. Because, he may seem to treat you good too everywhere but the bedroom. .

The bedroom, the place where he gets absolutely nasty and mean to you. “My pretty little slut,”, he grunted as he gripped your hips even harder, your ass pressing against him as he takes you from behind. His thrusts being nowhere soft, just straight up rough. But that’s okay, you’ve handled it many times before!! “Don’t you love it when I fuck you like the needy whore you are? I bet you do, hm?”, he asks you, only to not responded to. You moan as you feel him spank you. “I asked you a question, darling. Do I need to repeat myself?”

“N–not really. .”, you stutter, only to feel another spank against your ass. “Well, then answer it, I’m waiting, princess.”, he ordered you, knowing he’s completely ruining you. You grip the sheets as you try to answer his question. “. .I–i do,”, you said quickly, but he was still unsatisfied with those words.

“Do what? Tell me in full sentences, this is just the second round, baby. .”, he asked you in a mocking tone. “I–i love t–the way you fuck me. .”, you made it through the sentence, only for him to still tease you. “Like what?”, he asked with an smirk. “. .L–like the s–slut I am– ah!”, you continued until he thrusted up deeper inside.

“Good girl, gonna cum for me?”, he asked you, you nodded almost instantly, when you heard an chuckle come from him. “Do you want me to cum inside?”, waiting for your consent, he kept on chasing your orgasms. “Y–yes!”, was the answer he was waiting to hear. “F–fuck. . it’s cute how you’re so desperate for me, when you’re normally nothing like this. ,”, he whispered between breaths. “What a dirty girl.”, that’s not even true, it’s his fault that he makes you feel good?!

When you manifested your second release nearing, he wasn’t falling behind. With the last deep thrust, he emptied all his load inside of you, while yours was slightly spilling out around his cock. As he was looking down in heavy breaths, he chuckled again, leaning down to your ear.

“—Seems like you’re leaking, we can’t have that now, can we?”

DAZAI OSAMU, CHUUYA NAKAHARA, FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY, Nikolai Gogol, JOUNO SAIGIKU, Tetchou Suehiro, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Odasaku Sakunosuke [+] all your fav! Characters !!

(y’all, it’s 2am rn.)

[akutasoda]

i can stay, if you want? part 2

synopsis - after particular warm nights, you decide to shed some clothing - how do they react?

includes - dazai, nikolai

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, reader is mentioned to be shirtless, wc - 761

a/n: this was requested by @lazarokimaar

osamu dazai ★↷

the agency accomodations were pretty basic but they still did their job and, if the owner bothered, were rather clean. but unfortunately dazai wasn't really in a rush to take care of himself properly let alone his residence. so it was no surprise that the already bad ventilation was made worse.

but that did little to bother dazai. he rarely slept a whole night anyway. but ever since you proposed living together, he actually bothered to tidy up - to some extent. to the extent of hiding bottles of sake and tins of crab and bothering to clean.

but no amount of cleaning could change how much more humid and warm it would become during warmer weather. and it wasn't really helped that dazai became rather clingy when you were directly next to him.

you had woken up due to being too warm and even though you were desperate too cool down but dazai had finally managed to fall asleep and was practically glued to you back. you didn't really have a solution at that point to cooling down seeing as dazai had already hogged the blankets.

however when you came up with the solution of shedding some clothes and shuffled around to be able to take your top off, dazai woke up. and now seeing as he was awake you saw no problem in tearing him off you. he looked at you with some confusion.

he was going to ask what you were doing but his question was quickly answered as you shrugged your top off and over your head. and you'd spent long enough with dazai to know what he was going to day affter you took your top off but you quickly silenced him by explaining it was too warm.

and as you laid back down you were confused as to why a pair of bandaged arms didn't immediately wrap themselves around your mid section. so you turned you head to face him and ask if there was an issue.

normally you would expect dazai to care little of your state of undress and act as normal but he faced a lottle bit of inner conflict. he didn't want to cross any boundaries with you, fearing that if he did so he'd push you away and lose you.

but from your question he nodded and just said he was 'admiring the view' before he placed his arms around ypur mid section and placed his head in the crook of your neck. and now if anything he was a little dumbfounded. how could someone as great as you trust him this much. but he didn't want to dally on that as for the moment he wanted just to hold you in his embrace.

nikolai gogol ★↷

seeing as nikolai hadn't been in yokohama that long, he didn't really have much of a place to actually stay. normally just cramping in on his colleagues. and when he met you after a while he started thinking - what would be even better than moving in with the person he loved most.

he adored your space no matter how big or small it was. but unfortunately it also became the victim to an unfortunate increase in warm weather. warm enough that any ventilation or fans because rendered rather useless.

even if you stripped away all your bedding, sheets and whatever else you would normally have it didn't seem to work.

mainly because nikolai was rather clingy sometimes, that or he had absolutely no personal space awareness. either way he only added to the rather intense heat. and if you were going to fix this you would have to start by prying yourself out of his grip.

and once you did, you took of the layers necessary to cool down before slipping back into bed. and almost immediately nikolai gripped back on to you proving your efforts to cool down to be rather useless but atleast it was a start.

after a while, nikolai had woken up while you were just trying to get back to sleep. he noticed your wardrobe change rather immediately and began teasing you. and in your half asleep state you still managed to elbow him. to which he stopped.

but then he became very acutely aware of the situation and hesitated for a moment until you gave him a rather sleepy nod of reassurance that you were still fine with him cuddling you. to which he took and happily retook his place beside you. and yet he still teased you in the morning about it.

[generalhumancloudalmond]

Here is a part 2 of this request👀

...

Part 1: Four walls

Freedom

Platonic!Yandere!Decay of angels x Child!Male!Reader

You didn't understand how it happened. Your whole house was on fire, but neither Bram nor Fukuchi was there. Realizing that you were alone, you ran outside. Having been poisoned by gas, you felt weak and saw how everything was getting dark, and how the fire seemed to be parting in front of you. After making the last dash, you ran out of the house, your legs gave way and after a couple of steps you stumbled and rolled away from the burning building, where the fire wouldn't have reached you. Breathing heavily, you began to lose consciousness. The arms that grew out of the ground and wrapped around your weakening body were the last thing you saw.

But as soon as you opened your eyes, a large open evening or morning sky appeared before you, without smoke and suffocating gas. Sitting down carefully, you finally made sure that you were still alive and now you were on some wasteland.

"Ha ha ha! Who would have thought that of all the participants in this wonderful show, it is you who will complicate and ruin everything!"

"Ruin?..."

"That's right! After all, in the book you are already dead..."

You looked at this man in perplexity, afraid to utter a word. He was a psycho, it was obvious and his whole behavior screamed about it. Suddenly, he abruptly turned away from you to the left side and covered his mouth with his cloak, his voice also changed, he became more squeaky and it looks like now this madman was parodying you.

"Mr. Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol, what is a book?"

Then he abruptly turned to the right and took his hand away from his mouth, his voice became as before.

"A book is an ability that can change our entire reality and everything that is written in it will come true."

"Oh my God, you are so smart Nikolai Vasilyevich!"

"Oh please, no need to be so kind..."

"There's a man in the sky!"

You interrupted his monologue and pointed at the man in the sky.

"Hey, Sigma!"

It was true that another person was falling right from heaven on you. Noticing him, the psychopath began to adjust his clothes as if preparing for his triumphant appearance on stage. Gogol laughed loudly, unwrapping his cloak again and preparing to finally save Sigma.

Sigma turned out to be adequate, which could not but please. And during all of Gogol's explanations, you tried to stay close to him. Sigma, in turn, was frankly sorry for you, he knew that they wanted to kill you, and understood that if the plan didn't work out, then it definitely wouldn't end well for you.

"Hey! Of course, I understand that the audience should be separate from the speakers, but have a conscience! I saved you both, actually! And anyway, Y/n, I didn't expect this from you!"

Gogol began to point at you resentfully with his finger, like a small child with whom you refused to play by his rules.

"Stuck to Sigma like a bath sheet and zero attention to me! By the way, I am your savior and brother in misfortune! I didn't follow Dostoevsky's plan either, and I'm still alive! But you're still stuck with Sigma, not me! It's not fair! You know what? As a punishment for your indifference to me, you will be the first to go to prison to Fedya!"

"Wha...!"

Suddenly Gogol's hand grabbed your leg and started dragging you down. You instinctively grabbed for the nearby Sigma. He grabbed you tightly, not letting you be dragged away. And now you can easily be compared to some carrot that they stubbornly want to pull out of the garden.

"Ha Ha Ha! Well, you're both funny! But! Fortunately, I have two hands!"

A gun appeared out of the air, which was now aimed at Sigma's head. There was a click. You fell into space, and a cold jet of water hit Sigma in the face.

"You didn't think that I would kill you right after I saved you, did you, Sigma?..."

You found yourself in a strange room on the floor. After a couple of seconds, a man landed with a crash to your right. And a second later there were already two of them. And both of them frankly didn't inspire any confidence to you. Although after everything that happened to you, it would be strange if everything were different. They were both looking at you.

"You..."

"And here we are! Oh, Fedya! How glad I am!"

Finally, Nikolai and Sigma appeared. Gogol first jumped on the above-mentioned Dostoevsky, and Sigma stood aside. You began to carefully slip to him, he noticed your approach, too. He took a couple of steps and stretched out his hand a little. However, when you had only a few steps left, Gogol grew up between you and Sigma, and quickly caught your hand stretched out to Sigma.

"Fedenka, Fedya, look who else I've brought! Our favorite Y/n!"

Dostoevsky's gaze shifted back to you. But this time, an evil, devilish smile appeared on his lips, and devils danced in his eyes.

"What wonderful news..."

"I like him now too! You don't mind, do you, Fedya? Please, tell me, you don't mind!"

"Oh, Kolya... How can I..."

Dostoevsky came almost close to you, you didn't look at him, but that didn't stop you from feeling his sharp gaze and crazy smile. You flinched when his hand abruptly appeared on your head and began stroking.

"... I wrote you down in the sheet of book twice, but you never followed its plot, you are a denial of God and his mistake..."

Fear for your life and resentment an obscure resentment mixed inside you, not allowing you to move from your place. What are you supposed to do now anyway? Deny it? Cry? Beg for mercy? What?

At the same time, Dostoevsky loomed over you, his gaze was mad and even fanatical. His hand moved from your head to your chin and he made you look at him. You sobbed and a tear flowed down your cheek.

"It's unbelievable..."

Fedor didn't let a drop roll down your cheek, he caught it with his finger and together with the blood from his burr, he rubbed it over your face, forming a bloody trail, more like a scratch. Suddenly you were pulled by the arm and pulled into a cloak. Now you were standing away from Dostoevsky, right next to Gogol, who hid you in his cloak.

"Forgive me, Fedenka, but you never got along with children... oh! I know! Let Y/n be your additional motivation to win! Isn't that a good idea? Well, what do you say, Fedenka?"

"Really great extra motivation..."

"And if you lose... Then Y/n will stay with me..."

[l0vergirlatheart]

| assigning lyrics my fav songs to my fav chars w/o explanations. figure it out urself lol lowkey low quality lol

angst-ish

tears over beers . modern baseball { all i can take is no more / he needed more than me / she realized if she wanted conversation, she's out of luck for 3 more years } > sunday hsr , maki harukawa danganronpa , gojo satoru jjk , makoto niijima p5 , venti gi , furina gi , akutagawa bsd , bram stoker bsd , luke tot , rody dead plate

lonely eyes . the front bottoms { lonely girl, you are my world / there's nobody here that's happy either / but on the one day they close early, that's the day you want to stay } > sebastian sdv , hiyoko saionji danganronpa , kyouko sakura pmmm , megumi fushiguro jjk , tenya iida bnha

leaf pile . the front bottoms { i wanna be that person again / i wanna feel that same sense of calm, i wanna feel that same sense of peace, it felt so real before you got here, it'll be restored after you leave / i cut some ties with the few good friends so it can be over already / do i seem anxious to you? } > dan heng hsr + IL , izuku midoriya bnha , elliot sdv , junichiro tanizaki bsd , bronya hsr , akechi p5 , wanderer/scaramouche gi , emil / patient idv

blood on the sheets . VIOLENT VIRA { leave nothing but blood on the sheets / i've seen your every wound and scar / take me, you're the only home i've known / we're endlessly intertwined } > aventurine hsr , ada mesmer idv , nikolai gogol bsd , emily sdv , joker/ren/akira persona 5

[warcrimes-and-gaysex]

HAHAHAHHHHHAAAAA HELLOOOO

HERES A CHEAT SHEET FOR QUIZZZZZ TIMMMMEEEEE

Name: Nikolai Gogol Pronouns: He/She/It/They/Neos Favorite Hobby: TAX FRAUD AND MURDER and magic tricks

ooc: i'm completely fine with nsfw and ill do angst just be aware that . idk how to do angst. mod is he/they for simplicity

[ruified]

❝ A Symphony for My Lonely Heart ˎˊ˗ — Ch. 2

warnings: this fic will be fyozai . characters: fyodor dostoevsky , osamu dazai , sigma, nikolai gogol . synopsis: fyodor approaches the mysterious pianist after the competition. he gives the other young man a certain invitation . a/n: this one is short oopsie .

- ̗̀ ❪( �� PREVIEW ❜ )❫ ˚̩̥̩̥.

“What a performance!” Announced Nikolai as the trio exited the theater. They were headed to the lobby to wait for the results to be posted. Fyodor, who was still rather worked up from such a riveting performance, nodded in agreement. “Yes, it was quite impressive, all things considered…” This earned a glare from Sigma, piercing yet anxious nonetheless.

Fyodor flashed Sigma a quick glance before separating from the group. “I’ll be back momentarily.” He excused himself. His eyes searched the sea of people until landing on his target: the young, brunette pianist. He slipped between people in the crowd until he reached his goal. Sheet music in hand, he tapped the pianist’s shoulder and cleared his throat. “Pardon me.”

Next thing he knew, his gaze was met with chocolate colored eyes, they looked so soft and yet they bore right through his very soul and being. He felt as if he had suddenly been enveloped by a storm that sought to drag him to its center, but perhaps he could cooperate, the eye of the storm is the calmest. Steadying himself from the dizzying encounter, the young Russian extended the hand holding the music, his grip loose enough for the receiver to take it at any moment.

[justchelleing]

! 100+ Follower Event !

Status: Open

Thank you guys so much for the 100 followers! I know I suck at writing but you guys still liked it so thank you so much!

Rules

Please follow the guidelines before requesting

Please be patient.

When the event is over, it's over; please check my pinned post for clarifications.

Please chose only from the options (you can request if you want but I'm going to have to do it last because of the event)

You can specify a scenario that you want

Please specify the characters

Minors are only written platonically

I only write for the characters listed below

Mix and match

Specify if you want it to be platonic/romantic

Theme: Songs

- Each options is going to have a song lyric, the whole Oneshot is dedicated to that song lyrics with a character of your choice.

- You can also choose a scenario but it's optional(I'll not be providing the scenarios)

Genre: Available

- Fluff

- Angst

- Comfort

Type: Available

- Oneshots

Characters:

- Atsushi Nakajima

- Dazai Osamu

- Chūya Nakahara

- Kunikida Doppo

- Akiko Yosano

- Ranpo Edogawa

- Kyouka Izumi

- Kenji Miyazawa

- Jouno Saigiku

- Mori Ogai

- Edgar Allan Poe

- Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

- Gin Akutagawa

- Higuchi Ichiyo

- Nikolai Gogol

- Fyodor Dostoevsky

- Tecchuo Suihiro

- Sigma

Format: name, (no.), Character, Type: [scenario optional]

Ex. Paper Rings (2) Nikolai, romantic: [scenario]

Angst:

"I had all and then most of you. Some and now none of you, take me back to the night we met. I don't know what I'm supposed to do haunted by the ghost of you"

- The Night We Met, Lord Huron

"I brought you daffodils on a pretty string but they won't flower like they did last Spring"

- Another Love, Tom Odell

"I wouldn't hesitate to smile while you suffocate and die. And I would be just fine oh what a lovely sign"

- Choke, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

"Cold sheets, oh where's my love? I am searching high, I'm searching low, in the night"

- Where's My love, SYML

"You have to understand that, the one I killed was me. Changing who I was for who you wanted me to be."

- If I killed Someone for You, Alec Benjamin

"You'll change your name and change your mind and leave this fucked up place behind. But I'll know"

- Christmas Kids, Roar

"And the worst part is that I love you I loved you I loved you it's true, and sometimes I feel like I still fucking do"

- Rät, Penelope Scott

"The music we make is unnatural, but it sound just like falling in love"

- Butch 4 Butch, Rio Romeo

"They call him hermit the frog, he's looking for a dog. Did you find your bitch in me?"

- Hermit the Frog, MARINA

"I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking but I got a different buzz"

- High enough, K.Flay

"In the back of my mind you died. I killed you, and I didn't even cry. Not a single tear, I can't I believe I said it"

- Romantic Homicide, d4vd

Fluff:

"I'm alright if you're alright, and I'm okay if you're okay."

- This December

"People say she's crazy and her life's a mystery, oh but love grows where my rosemary grows"

- Love grows, Edison Lighthouse

"But when he loves me I feel like I'm floating, when he calls me pretty I feel like somebody"

- Cloud 9, Beach Bunny

"and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this uh-huh that's right, you're the one I want"

"kiss me once cuz you know I had a long night kiss me twice cuz it's gonna be alright, three times cuz you've waited your whole life"

- Paper Rings, Taylor Swift

"Close friends, besties, roommates, colleagues, anything but lovers. History hates lovers"

- History hates Lovers, Oublaire

Comfort:

"I don't care about the government, and I really need a hug. I feel stupid and ugly, pretend it doesn't bother me"

- Boys will be bugs, Cavetown

"I think I'll miss you forever. Like the sun miss the stars on the morning sky. Later's better than never."

- Summertime Sadness, Lana del Rey

"It will take a while to make you smile, somewhere in these eyes I'm on your side"

- Space Song, Beach House

"You took my broken melody, and now I hear a symphony"

- I Hear a Symphony, Cody Fry

"If you feel lonely I could be lonely with you, tell me baby why do you seem so blue? Why are we so complicated?"

- Sports, Beach Bunny

[sinfulpunishment]

✎ᝰ┆A Farewell Letter

─❏ Warnings: none

─❏ Characters: Fyodor Dostoevsky (pov) + Nikolai Gogol

─❏ Synopsis: A final letter written to a lover never confessed to

─❏ A/N: my favorite comment on tiktok for this piece is: “when someone tells me I love you but sinfulpunishment said this”

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

My Darling Dove,

Tonight we shall dance the waltz of death together. Your arm will tuck perfectly into the curvature of my waist where you will hold me, and hold me close so that we can listen to each other’s fleeting heart beats as the world around us comes to a stop.

Tonight the world of the gifted will play its ninth symphony. The beautiful sounds of the strings will fade out, the piano striking its last keys as the sheets on its stand decay—turning to dust that blows away and spreads throughout the theater. The curtains will close on the stage, the story having reached its grand finale, the gifted shall take their final bow.

As you may well be aware my plan is to rid the world of the sin that stains this world: the gifted. I know very well that I am no exception, that as someone with an ability I must also go.

As saddening as it is, I will not be able to see the fruit of our labor. But, I know that our mark on this world will be one of beauty, don’t you agree?

I can only hope that when it is inevitably my time to go that I can go out with you by my side. I wish to die only knowing your touch, your warmth. We shall fade out of existence as you leave your marks against my porcelain skin, the poison that is laced on your lips seeping into my body while you hold me in your bittersweet embrace.

My, what a way to go out; I never considered the beauty in a death so romantic. I know that we have nothing to fear in terms of what is waiting on the other side for us. We will walk hand in hand as we welcome our timely demise with open arms.

I suppose my only regret would be that by the time you are reading this my feelings will mean nothing. But, at the same time, I am relieved. If my feelings mean nothing then I do not have to anticipate the outcome of expressing such things.

Never will I have to fear rejection or loss, such is trivial anyways.

I hope that you can accept your death as I have accepted my own. There is truly nothing to fear or worry over, my dear; it will all be worth it.

Thank you for following me—for staying with me until the bitter end. You truly have meant a lot to me, I have no regret in keeping you by my side. I just know that we were fated to meet, it was no coincidence. You are the part that completed my whole and for that I express nothing but gratitude towards you for.

Until we meet again, my dearest Nikolai.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

a farewell letter, hidden away in his desk drawer until the fated time has come.

[msbriket]

Tagging @rannulfr (back) and also @scrapbramble and @lexablackbird and anyone else who wants to participate. Tag me back if you make your own, I want to see it

And if anyone has the sheet music for the last one I am begging you to send it to me

Links:

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!