#bsd new character

[spiral-writing-stuff]

I had a fever dream like an hour ago where Jason segel was part of the armed detective agency for some reason and he was just standing there everything completely still and a voice said “the secret third agency member” and this is what the dream looked like exactly

[iztea]

i like dressing her up

[pormegranate]

Knight of calamity and his noble...tiger?

[degenerateshinji]

oops its been a year

[isowtlygm]

Coming back here to post this in high quality

[fvedyetor]

everyday normal binder experience. right guys. right.

[kyouka-supremacy]

8 months of bsd headers (๑˃‌ᴗ˂‌)۶

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[opulent-valkyrie]

PM chuuya x ADA reader

The rain poured down in relentless sheets, turning Yokohama’s streets into rivers of reflected neon light. You tugged your coat tighter around yourself, a smirk playing on your lips as you strolled through the alleyways, not particularly in a rush to get anywhere. The mission was done—another successful day for the Armed Detective Agency. Now, it was just a matter of heading back and teasing Kunikida about something irrelevant to pass the time.

But as you turned the corner, something stopped you in your tracks.

A familiar figure stood beneath the dim glow of a streetlamp, red hair slicked from the rain, blue eyes sharp as ever despite the years that had passed. Chuuya Nakahara. His presence was undeniable, as powerful and commanding as it had always been. Even after all this time, your heart still gave a slight, irritating flutter upon seeing him.

“Well, well,” you drawled, leaning casually against the wall, trying to ignore the twist in your gut. “If it isn’t my favorite mafia executive. I didn’t expect to run into you tonight. Though, it’s not like you ever did have the best timing.”

Chuuya’s eyes narrowed, and that familiar fire lit up behind them. “Still full of yourself, huh? Some things never change.” His voice was as biting as you remembered, but there was something else there, too—something deeper, a weight behind the words. You knew it, because you felt it, too.

Years had passed since the two of you had been something—something fierce, complicated, and all-consuming. You’d broken up in the middle of a mission gone wrong, tempers flaring, words exchanged that you couldn’t take back. And since then, you’d both gone your separate ways—him to the Port Mafia, you to the Agency. Polar opposites now, as if it had always been meant to end this way.

You shrugged, that lazy grin never leaving your face. “I could say the same about you. Still looking like you want to punch a hole through the world.”

Chuuya’s lips twitched, the barest hint of a smile before he buried it beneath his usual scowl. “What do you want, Y/N? Or are you just here to get in my way again?”

You pretended to think, tapping your chin. “Getting in your way was always one of my favorite pastimes. Old habits die hard.”

His eyes flashed dangerously, and you knew you were pushing him—just like always. But that was how it had been with the two of you. You poked, he snapped, and somehow, it had worked until it didn’t.

"Is that why you left?" Chuuya's voice was quieter now, his gaze searching yours. The question hung between you, years of unsaid things suddenly at the forefront. He wasn’t asking about the mission, and you both knew it.

For once, your smile faltered, and you exhaled softly. “You know why I left, Chuuya.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with the weight of everything you hadn’t said to each other in years. The rain continued to fall, but neither of you moved. You could feel the tension, the unresolved history that lingered in every glance, every word exchanged.

Chuuya finally broke the silence, his voice gruff but softer than before. “It doesn’t matter anymore. We’ve both moved on. We’re on opposite sides now.”

You nodded slowly, that familiar smirk returning as you met his gaze. “Yeah. But you still think about it, don’t you?”

Chuuya didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes told you everything.

[saltedbiscuiit]

Hii thank you all for giving me characters to draw. I looked at my calendar and realized its been so long since I even posted the last thing;;;

@3-krab-3 @dazai2urchuuya @iiinikoiii @flancondulcedeleche @thatghostinyourbog @flapjacksboi

[respiratory-kristem]

*Slowly pokes and turns you into stone*

-Done by you-know-who

@justsigma-bsd @doakarma @fromtheberrybush @trickofthelight-snow @fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency

[embarrassinglastwords]

ive been listening to my ranpoe playlist and thinking about them a lot lately

[unicornpopcorn14]

Skk angst scenarios that live in my head rent free but I have no courage/time to write them as a full fic (Part 1):

Tw: (temporary) character death, detailed description of wounds, bit of gore, blood, and anguish overall...

Link to the fic on ao3 at the bottomless pit that is this post! :D

Teen skk, where Dazai gets a nasty blow during a mission, the kind that hurls his body a couple of feet in the air until gets abruptly stopped by an object.

But it's not something Chuuya hasn't seen him withstand before. In fact, Chuuya had met Dazai that way, sending his weak ass flying before he or Hirotsu had a chance to blink. So he ignores the wailing urge to go check and focuses on taking care of their powerful enemy.

Until he does go check, reaching his passed out partner in careful strides in case he's faking it like the bastard has last time, and his knees fail him.

Dazai isn't breathing.

Dazai... isn't alive.

And Chuuya would be damned to let him get his way so fucking easily.

He gets on with perforning cpr before his mind can even register what's going on. One set, two, three...

Fifty...

Dazai, clearly, is a stubborn fucking bastard, clinging to death with his nails and teeth now that he'd tasted its alleviation. Chuuya is going to snatch his relief no matter what, he's not gonna let him win, he's not, he won't-

Arahabaki stirs inside, howling curses without fear now that his tamer is out of the picture. Chuuya can't handle it-

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"

He wants nothing more than to feel No Longer human again...

This turned into a full fic without my consent ┐⁠(⁠￣v￣⁠)⁠┌ enjoyyy~

Also, tysm to @kauenelikha for beta-ing this!! <33

Part 2.1→

[mangocatofficial]

Meet the Protagonist of Bungou Stray Dogs: New Gen.

Masaki Kobayashi is the protagonist of my fanfic, Bungou Stray Dogs: New Gen. This story takes place many years in the future after the original canon events. In this world, the ideas of literature have died out and now a new form of linguistic art has arisen from the ashes--Cinema. Masaki is a character, whose personality and actions are based on the Japanese classic Harakiri. This is a movie centred around loss, remembrance, and a little vengeance. It's beautiful storytelling brought tears to my eyes and all I can hope is that I made a character worthy of retelling this story in a new and unique way.

You can look forward to reading BSD: New Gen on February 14th. Both chapters 1 and 2 will be released then, each with their own special artwork.

[thepiratearcinhamlet]

So.......... because the helicopter killed Fyodor, and Fyodor just slurped up Fukuchi I guess, and Fyodor turns into whatever kills him..... that means we have a brand new character!!!

Fyouchicopter

[xxlady-lunaxx]

"have you been eating recently?"

obanai tensed at the question. he reassured himself his mask was on before turning slightly, facing sanemi.

"what do you mean?" he asked, reaching for his belt. they were changing after taking a quick stop in the hot springs, whilst waiting for their swords. coincidentally, they'd both needed their katana repairs at the same times, so after running into each other in the village, they had taken a much needed break together.

sanemi was busy buttoning the single button on his uniform top, but he spared obanai a quick glance. "you look thin. and, like, not in a healthy way," he said pointedly, eyes vaguely tracing obanai's frame.

uneasily, obanai slipped on his shirt, feeling slightly better as it hung loosely on his figure, allowing less room for exposure. "i do eat," he muttered. kaburamaru waited impatiently on his folded haori, beady eyes set on obanai as he waited for the man to finish.

"do you eat enough? i didn't see you eat earlier today," sanemi noted, shrugging on his haori. he cocked his head to the side slightly, eyeing obanai. "have you eaten in the past few days?"

"i... have." obanai was aware how uncertain of his answer he sounded. he was sure he had eaten—truly—but that derived purely from his memory of feeling increasingly nauseous at the sight of food. he remembered, clearly, the need to spit the food out as he'd been eating, but he couldn't recall whether or not he'd actually eaten.

and sanemi understood that. he knew obanai better than anyone, sometimes, and it proved true now, as always, accompanying his disappointed frown. yet he didn't press the subject, waiting for obanai to finally pull on his haori and readjust kaburamaru on his shoulders. then he stepped forward to walk beside him as they left the room, a silence settling between them before he spoke.

"let's get some food, iguro."

obanai bit back his retort, instead bowing his head in assent.

"alright."

[rashoumon-homo]

Bsd alignment chart memes pt.5

I am procrastinating on my Kinktober writing >:3c