#Verse01 - For The Sake Of A Better World - BSD(Main Verse)

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@shrimps-variety-garden​ continued from [X]

Of course this had all been arranged to happen when the stronger of the members were out on other missions. Rats had been implanted inside the Mafia for years now. Mori wasn’t the only one to use spies to his advantage - though with the number of spies and traitors to recently be dropping out, he’d been a little cautious incase his move had been predicted. But Mori was no Dazai. He was rather oblivious to the attack and didn’t have the time or man power to turn things back around in his favour. The plan had been to simply wipe out the Mori family once and for all, hence why he’d tried to kill the young man who laid in his arms. He’d been an annoyance - Fyodor having been surprised at how much he’d been willing to defend his father. A fight between him and Mori, his son and ability, had taken a while and he only won from cheap shots and tricks of the hand - after all - he only needed to touch Mori once and he was gone - Garth on the other hand.

“I was expecting you to arrive around now. A few seconds too late. Betrayed by those around you and losing your Boss and husband...you were to be scattered to the winds but it seems as though this boy isn’t as feeble as the reports said”. He held Garth close to his chest, almost in a caring manner as blood dripped to the ground, running down the length of Garth’s arm and dripping from limp fingertips. “The vessel of a God wishing to make a deal with a devil in order to save his family? Do you not see how they tie you down? How they keep you entrapped? If you didn’t care for this one, you could have removed my head by now”, he laughed lightly, walking around and taking a seat behind Mori’s desk, still holding Garth close as he watched Chuuya. “A truce is something I can gain from anyone who takes over as the leader - your power is much more valuable to me”

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@jxbakuhigure​ asked:

❤️ (Fyo) 

It’s Pocky Day!

The birthday wishes he could easily take. He could play the part to keep Naoya dancing within the palm of his hand - wasn’t as though he disliked the others company entirely, much better than some others he could name. Yet, he couldn’t help but regard the other with his usual cold gaze, sighing lightly as he reached out and broke off part of the offered pocky. “If you must eat those, do so normally”, he turned back towards his work, popping the end he’d broken off into his mouth after a short pause.

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@deathavoided​ asked:

"Fyooo" the brunette half sang as he slipped into the room he knew Fyodor would be in. He wrapped his arms around the other, but not before a small box plopped down on the male's lap. "Happy birthday~" The brunette softly gave the other's neck a soft kiss before he went around the chair. "I wanted to give ya something special~" (DOA raised Dazai) 

Happy Birthday Fyodor ~ Accepting /o/

The annoying nickname is the verbal warning he receives of the other’s approach, tired eyes simply watching as the other male entered the room with such little regards for the activity that he may be interrupting. Why he was stuck babysitting all these clowns lately - it wasn’t his place to ask but somedays it could certainly feel like some type of divine punishment.

“Dazai - “, the name is sighed as fingers dart across the keyboard, saving the work he’d been in the middle of, everything backed up as a weight is felt on his lap and a kiss is placed against the side of his night, warm lips against cold skin. Dull eyes travel to watch Dazai walking around to the front of the chair, one foot moving down to spin himself around to hopefully avoid the annoyance of the other using the table as some type of chair. “I thought by now you’d realise how much today means to me”, by that he of course meant that it was just another day, but he lifted the box from his lap and carefully unwrapped the present, keeping Dazai within his gaze the entire time. It wasn’t as if he had any serious distrust towards the other male but you could never be too careful. Their minds could work in such similar ways at times, so he was sure the thought of murder would have passed through his mind one or twice too.

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@singulartyx​ asked:

💔 - Fyodor 

THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.

55.  Your muse says they hate mine.

“Was it something that I said?”. Any normal person would feel even a slight sting at being told to the face that they were hated but Fyodor was giving Naoya a soft smile, wondering which comment may have pushed him to make such a statement. “Hate is such a strong statement, and yet I do not remember having done anything aimed towards you for such hate”. Not that he minded. Sometimes it was better to be hated than to be loved. The world seemed to react stronger to negative forces than positive, to fear rather than security.

“Enlighten me, Naoya”

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@jxbakuhigure​ asked:

"Happy birthday." The ravenette said with a smile before his lips met those of the Russian's. A box that contained a cello string set was then put into Fyodor's hands. "Hopefully this will be to your liking. Perhaps you could play me one of your favorite pieces~?" He asked in a playful tone. 

Happy Birthday Fyodor ~ Accepting!

A day that usually passed by without a second thought, a smile brought to his lips as he heard the other males voice, almost pleased by such a greeting, a chuckle passing by his lips at such a thought, soon silenced by the lips to be placed against his own, dark eyes briefly closing over, hands moving to accept the gift to be placed in his lap. “How thoughtful”, he had been meaning to find a replacement for sometime now but other matters had to come before his music, “If you’re not too busy then I suppose I could play a few”, he’d walked over to the other side of the room to dig out his cello, glancing back towards the other after a thought, “Perhaps you could share with me your favourite pieces too”. The instruments placed against the chair he’d been sitting in as he walks over to place another kiss against Naoya’s lips, fingers wrapping around his wrist to direct him over to the nearby sofa.

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@breathless-darkness​ said:

Karma lightly bit his lip before he went into the room where Fyodor was. “Uh... I know you don’t really celebrate this... but I wanted to do something for you.” He gave the other a bag with a card. Inside the bag was a knife.  It was rare and had caught Karma’s attention. “Happy Father’s Day...”

Happy Father’s Day /o/

Visits from the other weren’t uncommon, but he didn’t quite understand the reasoning as to why he was being given a sudden gift. Eyes scanned the blade as he pulled it free from the bag, a decent blade and one that he could put to good use he was sure - but the comment to then be made? It made an eyebrow raise. He didn’t see himself as the child’s father in any sense of meaning or weight that such a title carried. “Do you see me as such?”, he placed the knife to one side, pouring himself and Karma a cup of tea as he waited for the response, not quite sure of which answer he’d actually prefer, but Karma had spiked his curiosity.

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@jxbakuhigure​ asked:

‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’ Fyodor

Growling Suggestion Meme - Accepting!

“Is this what is keeping you awake at nights?”. There was something amusement in the demand to have been made. So many others in this world would wish for him to abandon them, to allow for their life of sin to spiral out of control and for now swift justice to be brought down on their shoulders. Naoya was beyond different though. Someone who clung to him for reasons other than salvation - or perhaps it was salvation that he was seeking? Either way, Fyodor did little to hide the amusement that he felt, “Naoya, what is it that you fear? If I were to vanish tomorrow, what really would change for you?”

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@shrimps-variety-garden​ Said :

💀 Dark/Violent~ Fyodor/Chu

10. “You said you’d die for me. Now prove it.” 

To lose such a powerful pawn would of course be a foolish mistake to be made but at the same time - loyalities needed to be tested and what better way was there than this? He’d been standing there, watching the fighting around him, killing those foolish enough to get close enough for him to touch - completly at ease with Chuuya defending him like he was. Nothing could get close as the red head would simply not allow for such to happen. It was spotting Dazai off in the distance that had him wrap his arms around his latest little puppet, lips lowering to whisper toxic words, “You said you’d die for me. Now prove it”, a kiss to the back of his neck as though to seal the command, taking a step back in order to watch the show that was sure to begin. Had he meant those words or was this all some game being played by Dazai, with Chuuya simply stuck in the middle, pulled back and forth by the strings each had wrapped so tightly around him.

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@antigifted​ asked:

💔 - fyodor !

THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.

58. Your muse steals from mine and gets caught.

“Have I been giving you too much credit over the years or was it in your plans to be caught like this?”, there is a slight tone of amusement as he walks into the room and calmly closes the door behind him, leaning back against it’s surface as he regarded Dazai and the envelope that he was currently holding. He’d known where to go to find it, which wasn’t too much of a surprise. What had been surprising was finding the other male still being here when he’d arrived. Perhaps there was something that Dazai wished to tell him? Or give the false belief of catching the other off guard? Either way, his curiosity was now peaked. “Did you find what you were searching for or would you like me to collect it for you?”, he pushed himself off the door and walked over to the nearby computer station, pouring out a cup of tea before he took a seat and turned towards Dazai, “I’m sure you’re aware that I wouldn’t leave anything of too much importance out in the open like this. You never know when a little rat may sneak in, uninvited”.

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@shrimps-variety-garden​ said:

❛   we’re   kissing   other   people   now?   ❜~ Chu/Fyodor

             ANGST  FOR  SHIPS  SENTENCE  PROMPTS .

“Careful there - you almost sounded jealous”. He did nothing to hide the amusement he felt as he crossed the room, cold fingers reaching down to slide slowly under Chuuya’s chocker, tugging harshly to pull him forwards, lips crashing against the red heads, a quick kiss of clashing teeth and tongues, the taste of blood heavy on their tongues before Fyodor let go, pushing the smaller male gently away.

“You may be mine, Chuuya - but I do not remember ever stating that I was only yours”.

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@breathless-darkness​ continued from [X]

How much resistance had he truly expected to linger on the other? He’d admit that it had taken a far shorter time than expected and though all the pieces now in place would suggest that he was the one firmly in control of the given situation, he wasn’t about to lessen his hold for a moment. He had to admit though, white suited the ginger more than he had first though it might.

He’d tensed at first as arms were wrapped around him, still not at all used to the way in which Chuuya seemed to wish to display when he was pleased with something. Touch in general should be something done only with permission around him, for the others safety other than anything else. Any little slip up and it was quite likely that the ginger was going to find himself drowning in a pool of his own blood. Perhaps that was what he was after? No, he didn’t seem the type to go for the easy way out of this situation and besides, that was a real smile he’d just shown him. It’d been forever since he’d last got to see such a rare treasure, one hand shifting to rest against the side of Chuuya’s cheek, gently running one thumb along the side of the ginger’s lips. “Join me for dinner tonight. It’s your birthday. You should be treated”, he gave a slight chuckle as he leaned down, lips softly pressing against Chuuya’s much warmer lips. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, they were as emotionless and dead as ever but it was quite obvious to see that he was pleased in general, “It must get rather boring gazing at these same four walls all this time”

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@abilitypossessed​ asked for a Lyrical Starter

The world is yours and you can't refuse it Seen so much, you could get the blues But that don't mean that you should abuse it

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@protectheweak​ said:                                                                

✂ (Fyodor kills Kunikida)

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it. 

//Least Fyodor should be quicker’s than Mori’s...right? *Stares at her muse*

Of course ratting out his friends would go against those foolish ideals that the blonde held so close to his chest. The Russian stood at the other end of the room, Kunikida’s notebook in his hands, the blonde himself rather heavily injured, mainly due to those who’d been told to capture and take him here, the priest having sliced him up pretty badly in the process. Honestly, when you wished to get things done it really was better to do the job yourself, wasn’t it? “Perhaps something old fashioned may help for you to perhaps open your mouth? All I wish is a little information and perhaps I’ll even let you arrive in time to save them. You do seem to enjoy playing the role of hero”, he chuckled lightly, snapping the notebook shut and tossing it off behind him, straight into the open fireplace that was the only source of warmth inside this chapel like room.

Blood marked the dark polished flooring as moonlight cast it’s light through the tall stain glass windows to surround them. At the front of the room, were the alter of a church would normally be found, was the slab of marble that Kunikida had been attached to, hanging limping in the chains to hold his hands high above his head - his height being the only reason he wasn’t dangling off the ground. The Priest sat off to one side, face hidden behind his mask like usual. Not that Fyodor was paying him much attention. He’d played his part. “Last time I ask”. He’d walked over closer to the other and now that he was close enough it could be seen that he carried with him a small cage, the frantic clawing of tiny claws being heard as the rats inside attempted to break free. “Have you ever read nineteen eighty four?”, he asks in an almost throw away remark, as he places the cage to one side, using a knife to cut open Kunikida’s shirt - not at all taking care, the blade easily sinking into soft flesh a few times. Once enough skin is exposed, he lifts the rats up to the others face so he can see the way in which they seem to be frothing at their mouths and how red their eyes seemed to be. The cage was held there for a few moments before, with the Priest’s help and some rope, the small cage was secured tightly to the bruised and bleeding torso of the hurting detective. Cold, dead, unimpressed eyes bore into Kunikida’s, "Course in that story it was a punishment rather than death...but I always found that ending rather anti-climatic”. Quickly, pale fingers reached under the cage, pulling off the cold metal sheet that had been the door protecting Kunikida’s skin from the furry of the rats locked inside their tiny prison - but as soon as it was gone, claws soon were digging into a ripping apart the flesh of the chained blonde, crazed, hungry and wanting to escape from their small prison. It wasn’t to be the quickest of deaths but at least he could enjoy the screams of the sinner to have wasted this much of his time. “I wonder - will you die before they make their escape? Will you get to experience as that hole opens more and more, as tiny claws rip apart your pathetic mortal shell, as you realize that in the end your life truly was meaningless?”, he’d sat in one of the benches, picking at his nails after a short while. He could end all of this so easily.

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@suizaide​ said -

“Your bullshit has a bodycount.” ~ fyodor

DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS

Well. This might be a fun little game to kill some time. Lavender orbs turn slowly to one side, gazing across to where his company hangs in the same fate as himself, even though he was quite sure that they both had their ways of communicating with the outside world. This little box would have been so boring if Dazai had never gone and done the ‘good’ act of being arrested. No - Dazai was in here to try and learn as much as he could from hit but the rat was not going to squeal - not until the cat tempted it with something special. He dealt in the business of information - nothing was ever quite free. Teeth scratched at the back of his thumb, a few seconds spent picking at his skin, attention drifting back to Dazai. “Oh? Are we wishing to play a game? Who has taken out the most lives? Or the most lives at once or maybe how many people have begged for us not to kill them, and then just golden silence. It’s it a blessing?”. Sighing, he stood up in order to stretch himself out a little, “You cannot say that your bullshit is body count free”

He paused, gaze lifting to meet Dazai’s as a sickly sweet smile spread across pale lips, “A dear friends corpse - how does that one mean more than the thousand others? What made him so special for you to attempt this pitiful attempt at a different life? Can you honestly sit there and pretend to be better than I?”

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@piiercinggaze​ continued from [X]

Predicting the movement of men was one of the more simple skills to have been learned by the mortal God. This city was a maze of filth and yet there were the odd spots here and there were one could go and feel something alike to comfort. Small privately owned cafes that carried the right amount of busy atmosphere would be one of several locations that the Russian had taken to enjoying. Mainly to observe over others as he waited for other pieces to fall into place. He wasn’t one to be sitting around waiting for things to fall into his lap. The one to make the first move was most likely the winner. Most likely. Not a certainly. He’d paused at the front counter long enough to order the rose tea that had taken his fancy lately, lavender gaze drifting over the tables, seeing something of interest after all this time of coming here and leaving with nothing more than a hot belly.

“A literary genius and yet that is the only way that you know how to greet me? I am pleased to know that you know who I am - flattered even”, he paused as the waitress walked over with the tea he’d ordered, the Russian taking a small sip before sitting back, legs crossed and looking rather relaxed despite how tense his current company was.

“Why else would I come to an author than to ask for a book?”

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@errantscriptor​ asked for a starter - Random Choices. (Fyodor)

“Can I help you with something or do you usually turn up in places uninvited?”. He’d heard some noises earlier but had chosen to ignore them. There was no real danger to his life and a guest or two may actually help to ease the boredom he’d been feeling while waiting for the beginning of his plan to swing into action.

Being this careful could make things so tiresome. He tapped away at the keyboard for a few more seconds, making the screens flash before a timer appeared of thirty minutes, the Russian smiling as he spun his chair around to face whoever had come to interrupt him. “So? How may I help you? I’m sure you didn’t come all this way for nothing”