#black doves bsd

[letshurry]

All was dark until the dove came

Isamu's story

Tw: child abuse, child labor, abuse, achohol, violence, smoking, being sold,blood

He was always second place to his older brother. Monoko. Monoko was the "angel" to his parents. While monoko didn't have an ability he was seen as perfect. When isamu was born monoko viewed it as a threat to his power. So,he was dead set on making his life hell. And make it hell he did.

Monoko constantly took any and all attention that his brother would get. Making sure to leave none of isamu.

Monoko would never get in trouble. Why? Because he would always blame isamu. Did his parents believe monoko? Of course they did, because monoko was the "angel". Why would there precious angel do anything bad? It was obliviously isamu.

And when he did get in trouble, he would get punished. His punishments would range from beatings until he passed out, starvation, being locked in the basement, insulting him and much more.

His school life wasn't any better. Just like at home monoko was viewed as the "angel". Everybody wanted to be his friend. Which made it easy for monoko to keep on torturing poor isamu. He would get bullied,beaten,and robbed from at school. Did the teachers help? Nope. They didn't do anything to help.

Unfortunately, life could always get worse. And worse it did. How isamu discovered his ability was from self defense. One day while in the kitchen monoko was about to stab him. When his ability activated, the knife flew out of his hands and landed near isamu with a clatter.

Monoko screamed, and his parents came Running to the kitchen to see what was wrong. Once monoko pointed at isamu and said that he tried to kill me. It was all over for the poor boy.

They threw him into the basement and chained him to the wall. The next day he was sold. To a criminal organization known as "lock and key" for 500 bucks.

For the next 2 years his life would be hell. His master, who goes by "anox" was cruel and heartless. For the slightest mistake he would be punished severely. He would be kept in a cage when not doing work. Said cage was kept in the cellar where corpses, rats and bugs often resuedes.

His life finally became better on his 13th birthday, when the black doves stormed the place. Scarlett was the first one that saw him. She was devastated at his condition, it reminds her of what she looked like at the lab. She couldn't help but take him in. She rushed him to Yuka who immediately got to work.

He woke up an hour after the operation confused and scared. But Scarlett took a very soft and gentle approach to him.

It took a half of a year for him to trust the black doves and the rest of it to become one. Now isamu is 15 and is the youngest black dove in history.

@ask-the-night-beat

@pickupthephoneboy

[myluckymoon]

RP archs, who was introduced and a a summary of what happened

Note- I don't own- forest,Ross,ikuo,mini chuuya,zenu,keiko, felnore , tachihara,Lei

Moonshade melt down arch-

Characters introduced- Ross, Scarlett, ikuo, adult chuuya, pm!moon, pm!Liam,Mimi chuuya, moonshade, Moonpearl,zenu, felnore,zenu, Sakura

Summery- rissing tentions between humans and gods becomes to much for moonshade to bare and she finally snaps

Snadra arch- one thing leads to another, and an false god that Scarlett can barley control takes over

Characters- Moonpearl, snadra,Ross, Scarlett, zenu

Lost and found arch- through a song Ross discovers that someone he thought was dead actually was just missing

Characters- Scarlett,Ross

Experiment arch- the one that took his sister away all those years ago returns

Characters- Ross,Issac, Ikari, ankoku, tachihara, Forest,Lei,keiko, Scarlett,ikuo

Blood red arch- Ross is thrown into a dimension where his worst nightmare comes true

Characters- lord Issac,lord ankoku, corpse king, blood red, red ikuo, Prince Ikari,Ikari,red zenu,mini Moonpearl and mini moonshade,damia

Festival arch- it's time for a relaxing festival....if only the fan girls would leave them alone (lol)

Characters- Ross, Scarlett, miss Dorothy, Ikari,Issac, ankoku, Delia, isamu

Old scares open arch- so much has happened, old wounds from the past that have not fully healed come back

Characters: Eliot, Delia,Oasis, Moonpearl, moonshade,shadra,lightra, Scarlett,Dan, Gabriel

Ross- @pickupthephoneboy

Ikuo- @findyourfuckingdignityplease

Forest- @leader-of-the-night-beat

Miss Dorothy- @pleasecallbacksoon

Ikari- @pleaseholdfor5hours

Prince Ikari -@promisemetopickupmycalls

Red zenu -@i-found-my-peace

Zenu- @blackdoveofpersitence

Ankoku @shadows-of-the-past-and-future

Lord ankoku @mybelovedisaruler

Red ikuo and damia - @trappedwithin-thosewhoarealive

Keiko- @amongst-the-thorns-of-the-roses

...........

My characters

Scarlett- @blackdoveoftime

Asahi- @comenoworstaybehind

Sakura - @timeisrunningout-comequick

Isamu- @letshurry

Issac @deathisthetruth

Pm moon - @pm-moon-starsteel

Chuuya - @a-certain-angry-redhead

Mini Moonpearl and moonshade- @twingoddessesoftime

Corpse king - @yourlifeisup

Lord issac - @patheticasallways

Blood red @liesiswhatyouare

Delia -@stayoutofmyway

Yuka- @stopfuckingdying

[blackdoveoftime]

“Oh it’s you..”

- @the-rose-that-festers

Hmmm? I could say the same for you -_-

( @paintedgrilledcheese only so you can follow the account)

[comenoworstaybehind]

It's quite cold outside, there's no snow, but still it's not exactly warm. Asahi sees a short woman with golden eyes; pale, white haired (platinum blonde), and alarming skinny. She's wearing a baggy white shirt that hung off her shoulders over a black sleeveless turtleneck. She also had black leggings. Her hair is tied into a ponytail at the side.

-@celestialmarigolds

((interact if you'd like, I don't know what motive either of them could have to engage in interaction but perhaps you have more imagination than me :3))

*once sees her he approaches her slowly, not wanting to startle her*

[darkrpfinders]

eighteen+ only. 🍮 seeking a few long term canon x oc rps! i'm doubling friendly, love interests will be discussed in private. discord only. please be open to writing any gender pairing, most of my ocs are queer & i tend not to do m/f for my side. nsfw required, i prefer a 50:50 plot-to-smut ratio & only write against switches, again, for my side. although i generally don't enjoy writing against overly submissive characters. i'd also love to do multiple fandoms / rps if we click :)

please dni if you're not comfortable with writing dark & dead dove content, this is a must for me. bonus points if you adore horror-adjacent themes! i have very few limits and we can discuss those before we begin plotting, but i would prefer to write with someone who can match my freak! i'm a multi-para writer capable of mirroring length & will not write any less than the default discord limit of 350 words. i ask that you don't reach out if you intend to ghost as communication is a must for me. i will let you know if something comes up or if i lose interest, please extend the same courtesy to me.

here's what i'm looking for:

⭑ bungo stray dogs ⭑ death note ⭑ genshin impact ⭑ honkai star rail ⭑ jujutsu kaisen ⭑ persona 5 ⭑ chainsaw man ⭑ black butler / kuroshitsuji ⭑ kakegurui

thanks for reading, like for a pm! <3

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[timeisrunningout-comequick]

You see a girl with long black hair in low pig tails underneath a Sakura blossom tree. Do you speak to her?

Yes <-

No

Key information:

About the character

Name: Sakura sonden

Ability: Light from the sacred tree

Ability info: allows the user to read and speak into the mind of who ever they are looking at

Age: 21

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: lesbian

Occupation: black dove of patience

Family: coming soon

Relationship status: single

Height: 5ft 5

Likes: Sakura trees, mochi, katanas and knives, kimonos, cherry tomatoes, her family

Dislikes: when her hair gets untied, cabbage, people hurting her family, blood stains, fire, disobedience

Important information!

Rules!!!

No NSFW asks at all

Creator and mod is @myluckymoon

Dividers are by @shuaver

Original into here ✨

( @teddyandmochi )

[reikiajakoiranruohoja]

WtA thoughts: the BSD inspiration

Warning: I am going to discuss and mention awful people in this. BSDs are awful. Please take care. Whenever I think of inspirations for a Black Spiral Dancer, I tend to ignore the most common suspects. Manson, Dahmer, Gacy and so on are awful. But they aren't BSD level of awful.

The examples that I use for BSDs are people who kill because it is easy, who abuse and harm because it is fun and who eat people because that's what they decided to do. HH Holmes, Albert Fish, Shiro Ishii and David Parker Ray are those who I see as the best examples of BSDs. It isn't just that they are cruel, it is that they mentally pretty much live in another reality. They don't escalate, they just do what they want because they feel it is their right to do so. It is good to understand that to BSDs murder, rape, cannibalism, torture and such are not special or exciting. It is their everyday and part of the culture they belong to. To a BSD, killing a person and eating them is as special as buying a Big Mac for us, it's just lunch. If someone weaker than them is annoying, they beat them up and rape them. Maybe kill and eat them. Because that's just what you do to whiners. Doing the above to a garou is the fun part, because garou are considered sentient people to BSDs. Not any safer from abuse, but at least each one matters. This why I avoid using your typical serial killer as an example for a BSD. Maybe a BSD kin, but an actual BSD? They are worse in a way that is hard to explain.

[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.

[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

[kolyasupremanxy]

Heyyy

So I had this really weird thought last night...how would the bsd boys (especially Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya and Fyodor) react, coming home to their girlfriend, who is laying on bed (with ear phones in and a deep frown on her face) after a long/stressful day and just stares at the ceiling and they try to get her all happy and joyful again ig?😂😂

I just KNOW Nikolai would absolutely use that position to jump on her and tickle/cuddle the living shit outta her

Sorry if that's too much, you're just the best bsd writer outta there😍

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥 , 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 , 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 , 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 , 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff , Comfort

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.04k

𝐀/𝐧: I love this idea, anon, because I've been having a very bad day these days lol. Also, no, I'm not even good at writing. It's moonchery, ashthemadwriter, and stinkyme for me. They're my faves. Thanks for the compliment though.

—𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥

As soon as Nikolai stepped into the room, he noticed his girlfriend laying on the bed with her earphones in, staring blankly at the ceiling. A frown etched deep on her face, indicating that it had been a tough day for her.

Without any warning, Nikolai pounced on the bed, landing next to her and causing the mattress to bounce slightly. His arms immediately went around her, trapping her in a warm embrace, as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck.

"Hey, my little birdie, what's wrong?" he asked, his breath tickling her skin.

She flinched slightly before realizing who it was and removing her earphones. Her face broke into a small smile at the sight of Nikolai's silly grin and sparkling eyes.

"Long day at work, Nikolai," she said, sighing.

Nikolai's eyes widened, and he pulled back slightly to look at her face. "Aw, my poor little dove," he said, pouting. "Come here, let me make it better."

Before she could say anything else, Nikolai's fingers were already digging into her sides, eliciting a loud squeal from her as she squirmed under his touch. He tickled her relentlessly, grinning as he watched her laughter bubble up, filling the room with her joyous sounds.

As her laughter died down, Nikolai pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his face into her hair. "I'm sorry you had a rough day, my love," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "Let me take care of you."

He continued to hold her, rubbing soothing circles into her back as she relaxed into his embrace. They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's presence.

Eventually, Nikolai broke the silence. "You know, my little birdie," he said, his voice playful once more. "I could tickle you forever and never get tired of it."

His girlfriend rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, I know. You sadistic little quizmaster."

Nikolai chuckled at the nickname she had given him. "Guilty as charged," he said, grinning. "But seriously, let me know if you ever need me to make you laugh again. I'll always be here for you."

And with those words, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead before settling back into their comfortable embrace. The room was filled with the sounds of their contented breathing as they enjoyed each other's company, feeling grateful for the love and support they had in each other.

—𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲

Fyodor entered the room, his long black coat swishing behind him as he strode across the floor. He noticed his girlfriend lying on the bed with her earphones in, staring at the ceiling with a deep frown on her face. He could sense her stress and knew that something was bothering her.

Without a word, Fyodor sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand gently on her arm. She flinched slightly at his touch, but then relaxed as she realized it was him.

"Fyodor, what are you doing here?" she asked, taking out her earphones and sitting up.

"I sensed that something was troubling you," he replied calmly. "I came to see if there was anything I could do to help."

She sighed and leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Fyodor wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as she began to tell him about her long and stressful day.

As she spoke, Fyodor listened intently, his sharp purple eyes focused on her face. He could sense the depth of her emotions and the turmoil she was going through. He knew that he needed to do something to help her.

"Fyodor, I don't know what to do," she said, her voice breaking as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

Fyodor brushed her tears away with his thumb and held her tighter. "Shh, it's okay," he said soothingly. "I'm here for you. Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

He continued to hold her, listening to her every word as she poured out her heart to him. He didn't say much, but his mere presence was enough to calm her down.

Eventually, she fell asleep in his arms, exhausted from the long day. Fyodor carefully laid her down on the bed and covered her with a blanket, tucking her in like a child.

He sat there for a while longer, watching her sleep, his thoughts a jumble of emotions. He knew that he loved her more than anything, and that he would do anything to make her happy. He would protect her from any harm that came her way, even if it meant sacrificing everything he had.

Fyodor leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, whispering softly, "I love you," before turning and walking out of the room, his mind already working on a plan to make her day brighter.

—𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

Dazai had just finished a long day at the Armed Detective Agency. He was exhausted, his mind still buzzing with all the cases and investigations he had been working on. He couldn't wait to go home, lay down and relax. However, as he walked through the door of his apartment, he was met with an unexpected sight.

His girlfriend was lying on the bed, her earphones in, a deep frown etched on her face. She was staring at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts. Dazai immediately noticed that something was off, and he knew he had to do something to cheer her up.

He walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. "Hey there, beautiful," he said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. "What's wrong?"

His girlfriend let out a heavy sigh and took out her earphones. "It's just been a really stressful day," she said. "Work was a nightmare, and I feel like I'm drowning in all the responsibilities I have."

Dazai nodded, understandingly. "I know the feeling," he said. "But you know what always cheers me up when I'm feeling down?"

"What?" his girlfriend asked, looking at him curiously.

"A good joke," Dazai replied, with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And lucky for you, I happen to be an expert in making people laugh."

With that, he launched into a series of hilarious jokes and puns, each one more ridiculous than the last. His girlfriend couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, and soon enough, she was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face.

Dazai was pleased with himself. He loved making people laugh, especially his girlfriend. He knew that she was under a lot of stress, and he was glad he could help her forget about it for a little while.

As they lay in bed, laughing and talking, Dazai couldn't help but feel grateful for his girlfriend's presence in his life. She was his anchor, the one person who could always bring him back to reality when he was lost in his own thoughts. He was determined to do everything in his power to make her happy, no matter what.

The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, talking about anything and everything. They were in their own little world, free from the stresses and worries of the outside world.

In the end, Dazai realized that sometimes, all it took to make someone happy was a little bit of silliness and humor. And he was more than happy to provide that for his girlfriend, whenever she needed it.

—𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚

Chuuya Nakahara had just returned home after a long day of work. He was looking forward to relaxing and perhaps having a glass of wine, but when he entered his bedroom, he found his girlfriend lying on the bed with earphones in, looking stressed and unhappy. He could see the frown on her face from across the room.

"Hey," Chuuya said, approaching the bed. "What's wrong?"

His girlfriend didn't respond. She just stared up at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts.

Chuuya sat down on the bed next to her and gently took out one of her earphones. "What are you listening to?" he asked.

His girlfriend sighed and sat up, taking out the other earphone. "Just some music," she said. "I've had a really stressful day at work."

Chuuya nodded, understandingly. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

His girlfriend shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "I'm just so tired and stressed."

Chuuya could see that his girlfriend needed something to cheer her up. He thought for a moment, then got an idea. "Hey, how about we go out for a nice dinner tonight?" he suggested. "We can go to that new Italian place you've been wanting to try."

His girlfriend's eyes lit up a little at the suggestion. "That sounds nice," she said.

Chuuya smiled. "Great, let's get dressed up and make a night of it," he said. "I promise it'll make you feel better."

As they got ready for their night out, Chuuya made sure to pay attention to every detail, from picking out the perfect outfit for his girlfriend to styling her hair just right. He knew that the little things mattered, especially when his girlfriend was feeling down.

During dinner, they laughed and talked about everything from work to their dreams for the future. Chuuya made sure to keep the conversation light and entertaining, and soon his girlfriend was laughing and smiling again.

By the end of the night, Chuuya could see that his girlfriend was feeling much better. "Thank you for tonight," she said, as they walked back to their apartment. "You always know how to cheer me up."

Chuuya smiled. "Of course," he said. "That's what I'm here for." He took her hand and squeezed it gently. "I love you," he said.

His girlfriend smiled back at him. "I love you too," she said. "Thank you for being so wonderful."

Chuuya felt a warmth in his chest at her words. He knew that he would always be there for his girlfriend, no matter what. And seeing her happy and smiling was all the reward he needed.

—𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨

Ranpo Edogawa was skipping down the hallway, humming a tune that he had just made up. He had just finished solving another case with the Armed Detective Agency, and he was feeling quite proud of himself. As he approached his apartment, he could hear some music playing inside. He opened the door and saw his girlfriend lying on the bed with earphones in and a deep frown on her face.

"Hello there, my dear," Ranpo exclaimed, bouncing over to her. "What's wrong? Why are you frowning like that?"

She looked up at him, still wearing the earphones. "Just had a long and stressful day at work," she replied with a sigh.

Ranpo's expression immediately changed to one of concern. "Oh no, that's terrible. You need to relax and have some fun!" he said, pulling out a bag of candy from his pocket.

His girlfriend gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Ranpo, but I don't really feel like having candy right now."

Ranpo's face fell. "But candy makes everything better! Come on, try some," he said, holding out the bag.

She sighed and took a piece, unwrapping it slowly. Ranpo watched with a grin as she took a bite and her face lit up with a smile.

"See? I told you candy was the answer," he said, taking a piece for himself.

His girlfriend chuckled. "You're such a child, Ranpo. But I love you for it," she said, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Ranpo's face lit up with delight. "Yay! You love me! I knew it all along," he said, jumping up and down on the bed.

His girlfriend couldn't help but laugh at his childish behavior. "You're such a goofball," she said, shaking her head.

Ranpo's smile widened. "Yep, that's me! But I'm your goofball," he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug.

His girlfriend couldn't help but smile as she leaned into the embrace. Despite his childish behavior, she knew that Ranpo truly cared about her and always knew how to make her feel better.

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[noa-ciharu]

★·.·´¯`·.·★ master post ★·.·´¯`·.·★

Noa || She/Her || 20+ || Aroace || Fic Writer || Ao3 || Twitter || Bluesky

BSD fanfics:

Fyolai:

Can’t sail under the false colors in shallow waters (Fluff, M rated, 3k)

Crimson snow (Hurt/Comfort, T rated, 7k)

Forbidden fruit is the sweetest (Smut, E rated, 8k)

Fruit on the vine (Angst, Dead Dove, Smut, E rated, 38k)

Five Minutes (Angst, Character Study, T rated, 4k)

Big things come in small packages (Smut, Humor, E rated, 8k)

Gift from the above (Humor, Fluff, T rated, 7k)

Nest is bird’s safe haven but that’s not what wings are made for (Slow Burn, Angst, E rated, 125k)

The first and the greatest punishment for a sinner is a conscience of own sin (Fluff & Angst, Hurt/Comfort, T rated, 7k)

Cup of coffee a day keeps the grumps away (Fluff, M rated, 3k)

Breaking Point (PWP, Humor, E rated, 3k)

Prolonged endurence tames the bold (Sexual content, Drama, E rated, 3k)

White nights, black dawns (Party mission, Drama, E rated, 68k)

Metathesiophobia (Hurt no comfort, Drama, T rated, 6k)

Mistakes make the best teacher (Smut, Fluff, Humor, E rated, 6k)

Primrose Path (PWP, E rated, 4k)

Only remedy for temptation is to yield (Fluff, Sickfic, T rated, 5k)

Terms & Conditions (PWP, E rated, 17k)

Love is four letter cage (PWP, E rated, 8k)

Knocking on heaven's door (Smut, Crack, 4k)

Love costs arm and leg (Humor, Drama, M rated, 8k)

Origin of town bicycle (Crack, Sexual content, 7k)

Sinners make the best saints (PWP, E rated, 10k)

Honeyed taste (Fluff, Humor, M rated, 4k)

Monday’s unraveling (Angst, Sexual content, E rated, 4k)

No greater punishment than condemning man burning with desire to eternal silence (Angst, Smut, Dead Dove, 37k)

Magic in bed is better off staying a metaphor (Humor, M rated, 5k)

Words are a weapon, use them advisedly (PWP, Humor, E rated, 15k)

Phantasm of Touch (UST, M rated, 4k)

Fyosig:

Half truth makes the greatest lie (Angst, Drama, T rated, 9k)

Afterhours (PWP, E rated, 7k)

Beginner's luck (PWP, Humor, E rated, 5k)

Morning light clarifies nothing (Fluff, M rated, 4k)

Curiosity killed the cat (PWP, E rated, 7k)

Thrill of the Gamble (PWP, Drama, E rated, 17k)

Even remedy can be addictive (PWP, Fluff, E rated, 8k)

Pulling a rabbit out of a hat (PWP, Humor, E rated, 13k)

Fyozai:

Everything is fair in love and war (Humor, fyokuni, T rated, 8k)

Fallen from grace (PWP, Dead Dove, E rated, 8k)

To contemplate is to look at shadows (Angst, UST, M rated, 9k)

Quickest way to someone's heart is through their rib cage (Slow Burn, Humor, fem!Fyo, 76k)

Chapter after epoligue (Angst, T rated, 2k)

Siglai:

Under the table (Smut, Humor, E rated, 3k)

Unwinding with a scoop (Smut, Humor, E rated, 8k)

Sigzai:

If there’s a will, there’s a way (Humor, E rated, 5k)

Thirty minutes (Fluff, T rated, 4k)

The Gamble (Character Study, T rated, 1k)

Others:

While the World is burning (fukufyo, PWP, 6k)

Viper in bosom (fukufyo, Angst, Character Study, Smut, 5k)

Written in between the lines (odanog, Angst, 5k)

Testing the waters (Dazai/fem!reader, Fluff, 3k)

Idle mind is the Devil's workshop (Shibufyo, Drama, Slow burn, 11k)

The greatest loss is what decays inside a living one (Fyovan, Angst, 6k)

Precognition (fyosiglai 3some, E rated, 22k)

Obedience is act of faith, disobedience rebel of desperate (Fyovan, PWP, 7k)

Quitting cold turkey only strokes the ego (Fyolai/Fyozai, Humor, Drama, Smut, 65k)

Catharsis of destruction (fukufyo, PWP, 6k)

Reaching towards (Akuatsu, Hurt/Comfort, T rated, 3k)

[myluckymoon]

>:3

Angst demon has returned so let's do a pole of who should suffer first

@pickupthephoneboy

@ask-the-night-beat

[blackdoveoftime]

....is it bad that I think of her more fondly now..????

*lesbian realization soon*

[comenoworstaybehind]

As you walk around you see the former corpse king up ahead, do you speak to him?

Yes <-

No

Key information

About the character

Name: asahi

Ability: all lies will be revealed

Ability info: allows the user to create allusions of themselves, controlling said illusions at will and can create as many as they want

Age: 29

Sexuality: bisexual

Occupation: black dove of hope corpse king

Family: unknown

Relationship status: single

Birthday: February 1st

Height: 5ft 9

Likes: lotus blossoms, lakes, katanas, long walks, dumplings, mountains, mochi, koi, sushi

Dislikes: Issac, people touching his hair, fire, people bringing up his past as corpse king, people flirting with him

Important information

Rules

No NSFW asks or drawing about them

Mod and creator is @myluckymoon

dividers from Pinterest

( @teddyandmochi )

[darkrpfinders]

19+ black butler x bungo stray dogs role play

looking for someone to do a sillt little doscord role play with

dead dove welcome (rape, yandere , general dark themes)

looking for someone willing to do double up and preferably with ocs

even better if you're open to multi / poly shipping 💕

at least a para and a half 💕 at most two disc messages

I'm not too picky abt writing so dontworry

I'd love to make friends too tee hee

i think there's a lot of fun to be had with the religious themes

.

[respiratory-kristem]

Victim #1: Ezra [REDACTED] - Swedish Mafia Boss 

FIRST KILL OF THE ARC WOO

TW FOR GORE

@fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency @justsigma-bsd @currentlyeatingrocks

@fedya-the-rat-god @casinoownersigma @purplelockscreen @reaper-beneath-the-moon

@oscarsgallery @sayuutoria

@discourse-on-decadence @futuremafiabossdazaiosamu @the-caged-jester / @juniper-bunch @sugarthebee

Ezra hated this goddamn city. He only came here to reclaim the two members he’s lost, but both of those attempts failed horribly. He’d almost died.

As a light drizzle started, he cursed in Swedish. He hated the rain. He began a swift brisk walk back to his hotel, the rain creating a soft haze as it picked up in amount but not in intensity.

He felt like he was being watched, and he could’ve sworn he heard footsteps echoing behind him… he was just being paranoid.

“Tch…” He tutted, stuffing his hands in his coat pocket. Suddenly, he felt a knife enter his shoulder slowly. Before he could scream, there was a hand over his mouth.

“Shh…” The voice behind him said. Ezra paled. He recognised that voice…

“Hush now.” Kris whispered, “I’ll let you scream if you’re good.”

He twisted the knife in Ezra’s shoulder, pulling it out and pushing him to the floor. Kris rolled him over with his foot, before stepping on the wound. Gently at first, but steadily increasing more pressure, all while a sadistic grin spread across his face. Ezra screamed, trying to scrambled away from Kris. He felt another knife enter his other shoulder, pinning him to the ground as Kris loomed above him.

“Uh uh uh…” Kris whispered, “You can’t run.”

He left the knife in Ezra’s shoulder this time.

“How does it feel to be at my mercy, hm? I could end your life at any moment…”

He gently traced Ezra’s features with his hands

“But I like toying with you. I’ve always been one to play with my food. Gives it more… enrichment, hm?”

He took out his first knife, before sitting next to Ezra and cutting open his abdomen. He carefully tore out Ezra’s intestines, his blood coating Kris’s hand. He only laughed in delight at Ezra’s screams of pain, wrapping the intestines around his hand. He dove his hand into the cavity again, agonisingly tearing out each and every organ, laughing softly and trilling in delight at every scream and whimper Ezra emitted.

Kris grabbed Ezra’s face with his bloodstained hands

“Look at me as you die.” He commanded. Ezra’s face was streaked with tears, and the last thing he saw was Kris’s awful smile, as the light left his eyes and he slumped backwards. Kris smiled wider, black liquid trickling out of his mouth as he licked the blood off his fingers. He gathered the organs, blood staining his arms and shirt now, and slowly started chewing on them, eating them next to Ezra’s corpse

Not to worry… he’d dispose of that too.