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I need someone to make a bsd react to chuuya as Kiana Kaslana video omg

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Little comic based off @petitesmafia's tweet here!!

Chuuya would have 10 dogs if the universe allowed him to.

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Girlfailure fem Dazai so real 🙏

may i suggest girlfailure fem dazai

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I LOVE HOW YOU KEPT HIS KANSAI DIALECT

Kansai dialect

Shu forgot to media train Mika before leaving for France

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Shu forgot to media train Mika before leaving for France

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The colleges AU saga continues! 👏 No like seriously, this is a direct continuation of the previous post (nevermind the fact that I drew this one first). Anyways they had gathered in Sigma's apartment to study for a group project but ended up playing board games and nerly burning the apartment down (Sigma has officially banned them of playing board games in his apartment now), hair braiding while some of them, *cough *cough fyolai *cough, passionately making out in the corner. It wasn't all that bad untill Fyodor pulled out a bottle of vodka, seemingly out of thin air, and oh well, the rest is history!

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they match each other's freak

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Recently saw the phrase "double-blind" in my psych textbook and it made me think of double-black. And then I thought of some more variations, so now i'm making it yall's problem.

I also did a little comic for "double-bind" but I'll post that separately

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bsd actor AU where rumors start spreading that Dazai and Chuuya are dating, so as a response Chuuya deletes all his social media and Dazai makes a video titled "response to the soukoku rumors" where he's fake crying, has to pause in the middle of his sentences to take fake deep breaths, all that shit. At the end of the video Chuuya walks by holding Dazai's cat. "Hey baby!" "shut up." "Anyways..I just can't believe you guys would say such things about me and chibi...I thought you guys were better than this" and then the video fucking ends

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(spoiler alert, they fuck anyway)

Original comic

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| Secret Relationship |

Kunichuu propaganda for Day 3 of @bsd-rarepair-week-2024 !!

Of course the detective and the mafioso have to meet in secret, but I think they like to get risky sometimes (and by that I mean Chuuya likes to get on Kunikida's nerves by occasionally stoping by his office unannounced)

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AU where Kaveh gets lost in the desert with the foxes, Alhaitham looks for him and bring them all home

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Coloring of 15!Chuuya witn my headcanons!

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''Who better to understand the depths of one's heart than the blade who chose their wielder?''

AU in which Shen Yuan gets transmigrated into Xiu Ya, and ends up cultivating a human form and being there for Shen Jiu in his disciple years.

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Somewhat expecting next alnst friday post to glaze over whatever lore is happening right now with it being unclear if till being fully dead or not and for them to just go ✨✨tee-hee✨✨ here’s them as kids silly moment!!✨✨ nothing is wrong!!✨✨ don’t worry about it!!

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…. That's the only response Dazai had given all day to everyone, other than Chuuya, who he'd give shakes of his head or curt nods to response of certain questions. Dazai seemed to ignore everyone else prior, which was practically unheard of (other than times he's being a jerk). "What's going on with him?" Atsushi asks, sidling up next to Chuuya, whose wings spike at the boy's presence, but he forces them down. "Oh…Dazai?" He glances over at his brunette, taking a moment to decide whether to answer truthfully, or keep his husband's grieving a secret. The armed Detective Agency should know as much as he's not in a normal state of being, it was obviously written over his features (to Chuuya. Only Chuuya. He wore his poker face so well that the only thing was off was that he wasn't talking to anyone). And he couldn't gauge why nobody went up to him to offer him condolences. He looked awful. The slight, tense crease of every muscle in his body. How his eyes had a glossy sheen to them. How his breaths were quieter, and slower than average. These people can't be great detectives if they can't pick up that much.

"He's grieving," Chuuya responds, albeit hesitantly, to the other. He was unsure whether to say more than that. "What? He can grieve?" Chuuya shoots Atsushi a dark, warning look. The weretiger casts his gaze downwards. "S-sorry. Sorry." "An old friend," The redhead continues, his wings tucked so tightly to his body to the point they were trying to merge into his back. "It's his birthday today. But he's….not here, to celebrate it."

He hoped Atsushi got the hint; not here as in deceased, but he'll let the weretiger fend the real answer for himself as he went back to his husband's side. The avian couldn't help but notice the portrait of his deceased friend propped up on Dazai's desk, the glass gleaming with a reflection from the light above. "Do you want to visit him?" Chuuya asks deliberately, stacking some papers to sort for later, and to separately hand out to all the other staff once they were finished with the current case hovering over the Agency. Work could wait. Dazai, could not.

The man merely nods, and Chuuya takes his hand, guiding him out of his seat, circling around Dazai's desk chair and guiding him toward the door. He doesn't receive restraint, and not much compliance either, simply a husk wishing to stand in place. Chuuya didn't mind dragging him around. He chuckles internally at the thought of carrying Dazai like a princess, but both don't enjoy the feeling much unless its vice versa, unless in dire situations. It's only amusing because of the height claus, and how the brunette would whine all the time afterward. Reeling in his wings, the avian drags his other half down the stairs, trudging through the bustling, noisy city, full to the sound of cars, people, honks, pets, and various others until they reach the train station. Clambering on once tickets were bought and having done waited for the arrival of said train, bording was successful. They sat in silence in a respective seat, mirroring another seat in front, but since they'd bought a seperate cart on this rather expensive train ride, they had nobody to occupy them.

At last, Chuuya speaks again. "Are you okay?" Dazai fidgets his no. Chuuya takes it as an answer. They wait for fifteen minutes, the train taking a screeching halt once arriving at their destination, a little westward out of town. Chuuya takes Dazai's hands, uncaring for the looks they receive as they walk towards their true last stop. Another five minutes later, they arrive at a graveyard, partially hanging over the cliff.

"Do you need me?" Dazai nods. Together, they triverse through the dense, coarse land, void of souls unless you count the dead six feet under. They find his grave. Both sit down, Dazai almost staggering a little. Both care little for dirtying expensive clothing.

Dazai leans gingerly on Chuuya. Chuuya lets him.

His husband begins to quietly sob. Chuuya looks back at the name, almost reminiscing the time of the four of them in the bar.

Oda Sanosuke.