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thanks for requesting. im sorry this took so long to write i didn't have that much ideas of what to write for a part two. i can't edit older drafts for some reason so i had to take a screenshot of your request and redo this.
☆ the wolf in sheep's clothing [part two]
fyodor dostoevsky x male reader [he / him]
sypnosis: part two of a wolf in sheeps clothing.
the lowercase is intentional !
[part one]
days, weeks and months had passed by since fyodor's first encounter with [name]. ever since then, fyodor couldn't stop thinking of [name]. he was practically infatuated by the priest and his obscure preachings.
fyodor was interested. he was interested in both [name] and the man's preachings. he couldn't help but want more of them. he wanted to listen to more of [name], he wanted to be around [name] more. but of course, it was only for the sessions, right? fyodor didn't want to believe he was actually.. attracted to [name]. he refused to believe it. it was all just for the preachings is what fyodor made himself believe.
it was a regular evening, which meant another one of [name]'s preaching sessions that fyodor was looking forward to once again.
fyodor made his way to [name]'s church and he walked inside. the place hadn't changed much in the past few months. it was the same building, with more or less the same people inside. he had been in the building so much he could practically nagvigate the whole area blindfolded.
fyodor scanned the room, hoping to see where [name] was and he eventually spotted the man. fyodor walked up to him with a smile and a wave.
"good evening, [name]. it's nice to see you again." fyodor spoke, his voice nice and smooth. it was like music to [name]'s ears, a very pleasant song that [name] would have on repeat.
[name] nodded, smiling back at the man that had bumped into him many months ago. "good evening, fyodor." the man replied back before walking over to a pedistool to set up for his new speech.
fyodor followed [name]. he knew [name] wouldn't start until around half an hour passed, so fyodor decided a little more conversation wouldn't hurt.
"how have you been?" fyodor asked, still smiling at [name]. the black haired male's smile was quite unsettling, but so was [name]'s nature so it equalled out.
"fine, as always." [name] hummed, shuffling things around clumsily to get his whole 'stage' prepared for him. [name] believed his pedistool, his altar was a stage. he wanted to believe it was a stage, and that im a few years time the word of his new, true religion would spread. but, that was unlikely.
fyodor watched intently as [name] set up.
it was always like this. he always watched the other man get ready. fyodor watched how [name] would shuffle around multiple pieces of paper of his speeches, how he straightened himselt up.
fyodor was fascinated, to say the least. he enjoyed watching [name] do all of his tasks and devote himself to his cultist ideology. fyodor was definitely interested.
[name] looked up from his pedistool as he finished and he smiled. "you should go sit down, i'm almost ready now. i'm sure you'll like this session just as you like the others." [name] said to fyodor.
fyodor nodded and he walked over to the benches that were littered across the hall. he sat in his usual space where he got a clear view of [name]. he loved sitting there, sitting somewhere where he could see the person he was most interested in (for multiple reasons).
[name] watched as fyodor walked over to his usual seat before he walked over to the bathroom. he freshened himself up so he didn't look that bad infront of all of his followers. he then walked out and got to his stage.
[name] cleared his throat before he spoke to all of his followers.
"good evening all!" he calls out, his voice filling the room. everyone immediately turns to look at [name], amazed by his voice already.
"thank you all for coming. i can't wait to tell you some new things our true god has let me know!" [name] continued, a wicked glint in his eyes that most people looked past. they were too captivated by his voice to care about the nonsense he was going to talk about.
as [name] spoke, fyodor couldn't help but get more and more mesmerised by the man. the way [name] spoke was so captivating, the way he looked was just.. perfect. fyodor loved every second of it. he loved being around [name], listening to his preaches.
after the speech was over, everyone cheered. everyone applauded and called out [name]'s name, loving what he had just spoken.
everyone left, but not fyodor. fyodor walked up to [name] and applauded, smiling at the man.
"that was an amazing speech, [name]." fyodor spoke, his words smooth and pleasing to [name]'s ears. "you never fail to impress me." fyodor hummed, smirking at [name] now.
[name] chuckled, feeling flattered by fyodor's words. he smiled back and nodded at the other man.
"why thank you, you never fail to flatter me." [name] responded, being just as flirty as fyodor was being just a second ago.
fyodor then realised, in that moment, that he was definitely into [name].
it was just because of the preachings or the sessions, it was because [name] was truly captivated.
fyodor was completely infatuated. he needed [name] now, or else he didn't know what he would do. it was like he was craving the other man, longing for him. he'd do anything he'd have to for [name].
fyodor then chuckled and he stepped closer to [name], putting a hand on his cheek and stroking it gently.
"you know.. i could give you something else to worship if you'd like." fyodor whispered into [name]'s ear, leaning in closer with that smirk still on his face.
[name]'s eyes widen briefly, but then he looks at fyodor, returning the smirk to him.
"oh, i'd love to see." [name] chuckled and then he leaned even closer, closing the gap between his and fyodor's face with a kiss.
the wolf in sheep's clothing definitely had more things than just his false god to worship now and fyodor now had [name] wrapped around his finger.
☆ author's note: i'm so sorry this took so long.. i hope you like it @ kaeiyokotoro ! i didn't know how to make a p2 so i really tried my best. keep requests coming !
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meimei's note: faz muito tempo que não edito com tons de cinza e preto, muito tempo mesmo! eu nem me lembro da capa e se eu fiz uma sequer ano passado então pensei com meus dois neurônios: e se... BOW!!! tive uma ideia (!) eu amo fazer capas mais tristes para esses dois, tenho um carinho enorme pelo ship e meu deus, que saudade do anime (nem lembro que temporada eu parei de assistir e ta tudo uma bosta) mas enfim, essa capa é bem clean, ela só demorou pois eu sou teimoso e queria um render deles que inventei na minha cabeça (spoiler: não existe) e é isso
The fact that these are four different people is very disturbing.
Idk i was experimented with my style (again sigh😔) but i don't know i like it or not
Corridor
I love drawing dark Dazai and alcohol
I've been experimenting with my style (again)
Terrible night
I wasn't sure if I liked this old art of mine, but I'll leave it up to you
They bumped foreheads
I keep continue Disco Elysium/bsd vibe
Glowing lungs as a metaphor for Chuuya's nobility? EASY
They have a date.
Something not change
Dazai is a disco dancer
In my mind he and Harry seems very similar so i often draw Dazai like this
Idk this idea look good for me
I was once a fierce fan of my chemical romance and since then my love for vampires has not faded
They came out of the same noir movie
If you take requests, can I have Atsushi being comforted by the reader when hes crying because they saw him as a weretiger? Please?
Request?: yes Summery: The reader runs after Atsushi, as he lost control of his tiger form, getting hurt in the progress. Character?: Atsushi nakajima Genre: Angst to fluff
A/n: hi hi! Thank you so much for your request, it was different than most of them and I'm glad I made it! Please feel free to request more for it to be written in the near future. For now enjoy the fanfic! <3
All you could think about is ‘Run as fast as you can’.
You ran through the screaming crowd, trying to reach the one you love with all your heart. Atsushi and you have been assigned with a mission, it wasn’t a difficult mission at all, but someone had did their research on the agency and their members, and all it took was a little bit of information about Atsushi’s past to get him out of control.
He had fully turned into the were tiger without ever meaning to do so
“ATSUSHI!” You screamed for him, as you used your combat skills to get onto objects like trash cans, bus stations or even cars. You needed to calm him down before anything would happen to him.
You jumped over the cars, seeing him in the distance as you received a call from none other than kunikida.
“Y/N WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING OVER THERE?” You heard him scream, as you realised this is all being broadcasted, looking up as you saw the news helicopter fly above the two of you. ‘Shit.’ You muttered, as you speed up.
“Someone got sensitive information kunikida, He went out of control and almost killed the guy have they not gotten away since I stopped Atsushi.” You explained, your legs aching while you still speed up after Atsushi, hearing more screaming people of fright.
“SECURE THE AREA FOR ME OKAY THANKS BYE-“ You rushed the call before you heard kunikida scream on the other side.
You ran as fast as your legs could, as your eyes widen, seeing Atsushi about to attack. “ATSUSHI!” You screamed as you came in between the innocent people and the tiger that was about to attack. He couldn’t stop on time, as his claw made contact with your arms, giving it a nasty scratch mark.
You screamed out in pain and held onto your arm, whimpering slightly as you saw the blood and clothes being ripped off your body.
That’s definitely going to leave a nasty scar.
“Run!” You screamed at the innocent people, as they quickly scrammed, leaving you alone with a clearly distressed tiger. “Its okay baby its okay..” You whispered softly, holding your other hand out, treating him like a cat. “Its just me, your safe Atsushi..But you have to get control again.” You put a step forward, as him bumped his nose against your hand, smelling in the scent and his pupils dilated to a normal size again, as you heard whimpers come out of his mouth.
You slowly pet him with your good hand, as you squad down.
“We have to get out of here, can I ride your back?” You asked him as he nodded gently. You hopped onto his back, leaned forward and whispered, ‘Make sure to lose the helicopter first dear”
As you guys moved like the speed of light, going directly towards the Agency.
They immediately stood their ground, as Dazai and Kunikida came to your rescue. You were bleeding quite a lot on the floor as your vision began to blur because of the amount of blood you had lost by the wound that needed treatment this instant.
You heard screaming, Dazai nullifying Atsushi’s ability, Seeing the doctors coat of Yosano flash in front of you, as you slowly fade away out of consciousness.
As everything around you became black pool of darkness.
You woke up, slightly feeling your arm being sore, as you slowly opened your eyes to adjust at the light of the room. You groaned softly, as you felt a weight at the side of your bed. You looked down, seeing a sleeping Atsushi with red puffy eyes, sleep by your side.
A sharp pain in your side snapped you back in reality, as you realised you also had been bandaged by the side of your body.
“Your lucky it wasn’t something that touched our organs.” A sudden voice spoke as you were eye to eye with Yosano herself. “A shot like that could’ve been nasty if you weren’t here on time.” She stated, something that you nodded your head in agreement on. “He’s been worried about you, He basically cried like a small baby when I told him your state and that you were okay.” Yosano chuckled as you smiled gently, stroking his hair with the hand attached to the bandaged arm.
You heard him groan slightly, as yosano took that as a cue to get out of the room.
He slowly woke up, as you smiled softly at him, your hand on his cheek as you whispered softly. “Hi baby..” You let out a small smile as he started to cry again, His arms and body flopping on top of him.
“Y/N!!” He sobbed, as you groaned slightly but rubbed his back and kissed his cheek gently. “Right here dear..right here..” You smiled gently, as you cupped his face, making him look at you. “Oh Y/n Im so sorry I shouldn’t have lost control and that was just- he just-“ He stuttered, trying to get his words in the right context.
You kissed him gently, immediately shutting him up. “Its okay its okay trust me it is okay-“ You stated, as he still kept crying. You hugged him close, as you guys slowly calmed down together.
“We’ll train some more sushi, you need the emotions and those powers of yours under control.” You teased him as he kept crying.
“Okay- I love you”
“I love you too”
HAVENT POSTED IN A WHILE BUT IMAGINE THIS WITH CHUUYA????
(Creds to: brutalizr on tiktok)
✮⋆˙ THE ONLY EXCEPTION.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ LIFE EMBODIMENT! Dazai!
X DEATH EMBODIMENT! Chuuya!
⁺‧₊˚ ཐིཋྀ ˚— SUMMARY: Everything was the same for the two bodies, one had a curse of living and the other had the curse of death.
Every reincarnation of chuuya was him losing his loved ones then hisself, and on dazais side of the story, he does not reincarnate. He rots in the boundaries of living trying to fill the gaping hole in his chest but everytime he gets close to another human being, they face misfortune that does not include death.
It is bad both ways. The people around dazai gets corrupted by the living and chuuyas dies on his hands.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ — ANGST + FLUFF (?) + ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
A/N: can you guys tell i dont know how to get more color fonts in tumblr? I genuinely don't know how people get grey or pastel colored texts..(－‸ ლ) also the title is from the song, "the only exception" by paramore! Anyways, enjoy the soukoku — <3
Extra note! : i decided not to write what i usually write, gothic romance.. But you never know🙏
(i also just broke my leg and English isn't my first language so please excuse my grammer..)
also NOT!! PROOFREAD.
—˚₊‧⁺⋆ WARNINGS! : Blood, Death, Swearing, Alcohol
Most people that lives in the world believes that reincarnations did not exist, but chuuya did. He believed it since he has experienced it himself, in every universe he was always reincarnating as his self but in different universes with different outcomes. And every outcome was never good, he always had to lose somebody or himself, in every universe he loses somebody, it was either the flags, the sheep, dazai or more..in every universe someone is always dying. And that someone is someone he cares about.
Reincarnation after reincarnation, his memory was still there.. The memory of his past lives, he lost hope that he truly did not wanted to get close with anyone again. Everytime chuuya died, He wished that he would finally reincarnate in a universe that he belonged in.
Every waking day of his life felt like dread but he tries to make the best out of it, his personality never changes. He was still the sarcastic guy he is, but just more distant..
Another stake to his heart and caskets were served once again, this was the end of chuuyas other life. And he will reincarnate into another one once again, it was a never ending agonizing cycle.
As he reincarnates all over again, same story same everything. He escapes the lab through his brother verlaine, joins the sheep then join the port mafia. Chuuya avoided mostly everyone though, not getting too close with anyone as always. But as he met dazais snarky face again, he felt the same as others. Someway somehow he knew that dazai would die due to him but he ignored it.
"Ugh. Do i really have to work with this kid?" Dazai says while rolling his eyes
"who the hell are ya callin' a kid?"
✮₊⊹₊⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ⊹✮
Mission after mission, dazai and chuuya spend their time together, dazai wanted to learn more about chuuya, in his eyes, chuuya was more human than he could ever be. He was drawn to his aura and how perceptive chuuya was. (due to how many times he has reincarnated.)
Chuuya was drawn to dazai as well since he seemed like he had no affect on chuuyas 2nd ability, which was being the embodiment of death. Dazai was alive and all teasing as always that chuuya missed the feeling of spending time with someone.. Even though it was dazai, the person that made his head hot, he found comfort in the way dazai was.
Years passes by, they both found comfort in eachother, within each banter was a hint of care, and dazai found something to live for.. For atleast a certain period of time. And it was chuuya, chuuya was unreadable to him, chuuya was like an anomaly, something extraterrestrial. Which made dazai want chuuya more, he wanted to live for chuuya and for chuuya specifically.
The two of them just had a connection in this universe thay chuuya couldn't decipher, why? Dazai was the only person that believed that he was human, that mattered to him alot.
The both of them currently just finished a mission and they both just sit down on a field of grass, talking and just bullying each other as always.
"Don't talk crap about my height when im still growin' jackass." chuuya snarked back at dazais comments about his height.
"And when will that magically happen?" dazai chuckled, chuuya glares at him and sighs and mutters out — "soon. I swear."
Dazai smirks and moves closer to chuuya, his face close chuuyas, chuuya just glares at him with a faint pink tint on the ends of his ears.
"you know, you're very hot headed and weird."
"what the hell does that mean?!" chuuya asks in an offended way.
"But that's what makes me love you." dazai smiles softly at chuuya before pulling away.
Chuuya looks at him with a raised brow and replies back, "ew, that's gross man!"
Dazai laughs back at his reaction. The reaction that he seemed to feel weird towards to. The feeling that bubbles up in his stomach that he found uncomfortable but exciting, chuuya had always standed out of the rest that dazai knew that he was— The only exception.
⋆｡‧₊°♱༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻♱༉‧₊˚.
Chuuya and dazai balanced out eachother perfectly, they matched eachothers personality in an unexpected way. And thats why they're always hanging out after missions.
Chuuya bought some ice cream for the both of them, they played some arcade games and then went on a walk in the forests of yokohama.
Dazai stared at chuuya the whole time as they ate their ice cream. Dazai had the same feeling again, something bubbling up in his stomach. He wasn't sure of the feeling since he has never quite experienced it before but as he thinks about the last "dates" him and chuuya have been going on, it hit him. He has a fucking crush on the chuuya nakahara..but it wasn't a biggie for him, he did confess that he loved him from the start.. But he wanted him madly. A graze of chuuyas hand already sent him to the moon...
Chuuya looks at dazai and catches him staring, dazai locks eyes with him and smiles warmly while eating the ice cream. Chuuya felt warm.. Like it was the first time he has ever experienced life, dazai had no effects of chuuya and neither did chuuya to dazais.
The more and more time passes by, the more desperate they got. Chuuya felt more attracted to dazais demeanor and dazai felt more attracted to chuuyas mannerism.
There was just something that made dazai lose his breath from chuuya, to his way of combat and to the way he even replies back to banter, dazai felt more intrigued.. From the way chuuya patches dazai up with soft and gentle touches and the eye contact they always gave each other.. Drove dazai insane.
Everything felt out of hand for the both of them, dazai was smitten and chuuya was embarrassed, they both swore it was just a crush and they were both indenial about it.
Chuuya has lived through many universes but in this one.. In this one he felt something. No body was dying when dazai was around, and chuuya wanted to keep it that way.
In dazais case, he felt like something was wromg with him, like he was just alone with nobody understanding him like the way he understood people. He saw death as just an extension of life and that's why he wanted to die so badly, because he could not just die through natural causes, but as many times he tried to die, he couldn't.
One day, chuuya wanted to reject the feeling that was lingering in him, the feeling of wanting dazai. And that was the worse decision of his life. He decided to distance hisself away from dazai that dazai got curious.. "did i do something to piss him off? Why is he just randomly ignoring me?.." dazai thought.
As time distanced the two, everything went back to normal, chuuya wanted to protect dazai by just distancing himself from him, chuuya knew that his deathly quirk wouldn't hurt dazai but he was still wary. The both of them slowly lost connections that led to dazai leaving the port mafia and bombing chuuyas car— "god damnit. Ugh.. great."
As the two distance theirselves, chuuya tries to take another shot in getting close to people even though he knew the consequences but still.. Cadavers scattered his soul.
Distance took a toll on dazai, he felt connected to chuuya like he was his soulmate, they were one soul in 2 different bodies, that which made the both of them somewhat connected.
Years and years passes by and melancholy filled the hearts of both of the 2 men, dazai had already tried to commit suicide numerous times.. And time after time.. It finally worked.
His body was found floating unconscious in a deep lake, bricks and his wallet was found in his coats pocket. The police investigates the scene and this eventually reaches chuuya, his heart stopped at the news, dazai was the only person he cared about during the time.
His eyes were wide as he gets the news from a phone call through his akutagawa and he clenches his fist, "i.. I understand.. Yes."
"a picture of you was found in his wallet.." akutagawa mentions before chuuya hangs up. he felt numb. he wanted to scream since thats how he expresses pain but he couldn't. He already knew the feeling of losing who he cares about, why does he feel so Different?
He covers his mouth and a cold sweat dripped down his back, he felt regret. He should've never distanced hisself fron dazai, he wished he could've atleast confessed his feelings. The only person who stayed alive with him that he cared about died because he thought distancing hisself would do any good.
He would never forgive himself, but in every universe, he forgave dazai.. Since he was the only exception.
BONUS! :: a bouquet was in chuuyas arms as he walks aroumd the graveyard, visiting the grave of an old friend. Dazai osamus. He leans down and offers the bouquet of flowers, sitting down with his hand in his coats pocket, he stares at dazais name and he smiles softly and chuckles, "you know.. I take back what i said.. I didn't mean it. I swear. I love you too, samu."
He says as he takes out a pistol out of the pocket of his coat, "i hope i meet ya again, i swear i'll treasure you more." he says as he points the pistol to his head and pulling the trigger.
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First post !!! Hi guys! I’m @cup-ina-cup, or just @ cupinacup on tictok! I’m into a lot of animes, like Bungo Stray Dogs, MHA, JJK! I’m also a newer arcane fan! I’m learning to draw and animate so tips are loved <3 I use procreate and CapCut! Luvs !!!
Just a small bit of my up coming BSD soukoku one shot, "Restocking & Recharging," that makes me giggle🖤🖤
So I'm writing a Soukoku fanfic and-
Good job, Google Docs, Good job. Because Chuuya's first flying by Dazai's face makes so much more sense than his fist. Yeah, totally. I understand.
How I imagine Chuuya feels every time he says Osamu instead of Dazai (bc there's no way he doesn't from time to time)
— Emery Allen, “Soft Human” (via lunamonchtuna)