hello!! it’s me atsushi, from the ada :) i’m not sure why dazai-san told me to make this blog.. something about ‘encouraging customer interaction’ or something like that.
anywho! welcome to my blog! feel free to ask or tell me anything you want.
i look forward to hearing from you!! :)
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asks rules
- no nsfw or gore; suggestive asks allowed.
- admin has a right to ignore asks that make them uncomfortable.
- if you have an ask for me (admin) send between parentheses so i know!!
“hey pretty, no, let me pay for it. so what its $90? you want a coffee as well? sure, i’ll drive.”
“you taste amazing, chèrie. i could be between your thighs for hours, my love. hours.”
“you look so beautiful today. so what i didn’t see you? i didn’t have to.”
“oh, fuck, you take me in perfectly. god you’re so tight, shit. such a pretty little thing. im gonna have a hard time pulling out later.”
“this distance is killing me, beautiful. i’m facetiming you. no? everything is okay. i just want to hear your voice.”
“hm? whats that? you wanna cum? earn it, beautiful. such a pretty slut for me. yeah?”
“i saw this scarf and it made me think of you. i also sent over some of my cologne. i guessed you would have run out by now, since you like to spray it on your pillow. you’re adorable, chèrie.”
“thats it love. come all over my cock. god you feel so good like that. c’mere, who said i was done with you, beautiful? jolie petite chose, fuck.”
“fuck everyone else. i want you.”
“you look so pretty sucking my cock like that, yeah? oh, fuck, gorgeous, just like that. ah, vous êtes incroyable, fuck.”
“you’re saying i need to love myself before i can love you? bullshit, gorgeous. i have never loved myself. but you? i love you so much i forget what its like to hate me.”
“who the fuck was that guy? hm? better answer me now, beautiful. unless you like it when fuck you dumb all over my cock. god, you’re so fucking tight. so good for me.”
“you feel so good beautiful. c’mere, i’ll make you cum.”
“i’m happy to be in love with you, beautiful. you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
Guys pls help the bsd braknroy has consumed me now.. I'm sorry😞 also I made a bsd tiktok shared RP account rn there's only me so ya.. DM me if u wanna join.. Anywys bye also I forgot O had this acc
PLEASE SEND ME AN ASK WITH YOUR CHARACTER I SWEAR TO GOD. I’m trying my best to keep up with this, but if you’re an asshole/not nice when roleplaying/force plots on other roleplayers/etc? Not being added. And if you have a problem with one of the roleplayers on this list, tell me.
(I know I’m missing some im sorry ueueuue)
THSI JS EXTREMELY OUTDATED.
EDIT: hey hey it’s not letting me tag any more people lmao
Hey will you guys read a fanfiction where a bsd fan get sucks into bsd world but she have a body of 13 years old and oda adopts her but it's not typical everyone fighting over her but her realising ki she can't change anything and going mad.
(and she has a deep understanding of characters so you can see her contradicting their personal philosophies especially Dazai who finally has someone who understand him or something like that)
(also she shamelessly ships straight men, call the lupin bar trio manwhore, ask mori if he is stupid and is kind of best friends with Yosano)
Akutagawa wasn’t afraid of dying. In fact, he embraced death. It was the final note in a haunting symphony. Death was a place of solitude, a place where no one was better than anyone else.
At night, he often thought about good reasons to freeze to death. Maybe he’d bleed out in the snow, staining the pure white a ghastly red. His blood would sink into the cold wet earth, twisting around the cancerous roots. Come springtime, no flowers would grow over his grave. Akutagwa didn’t like pretty things because they were full of empty promises.
The blooming flowers would draw everyone’s eye if they grew there. Then, some little kid or lovestruck teenager would pull them from the ground. They’d get put in a glass vase to adore. Or maybe they’d have their petals plucked in a declaration of love, while he was forever stuck in love-me-not limbo.
Dazai had buried Akutagawa deep in the snow. Atsushi was the stubborn flower growing over his grave. Akutagawa would try to wriggle out of his casket and stomp on the flower until the pretty striped petals were smeared across the dirt. Yet, no matter how many times he destroyed Atsushi, he always grew back stronger and prettier than before. Then, Dazai would pry him from the ground, praise his perky petals, and teach him how to live as a flower in a world full of darkness.
Meanwhile, Akutagawa would sink deeper and deeper because no one wanted to choose the dirt over the flower.