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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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Me, entering yet another fandom and being bombarded by yet another oc/fic idea that will never see the light of day:
Chuuya:I have a black belt.
Dazai:in what? karate?
chuuya:No,from gucci.
WIP Dazai fan art. This has taken me way too long to make. Still need to do all the lighting and crap. Art is pain.
"I fuckin' hate him."
"There, there."
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Some art I did for a BSD fic I'm writing. Girl in this is an OC I'll tell ya'll more about later.
HOT
“The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.”
“People talk of “social outcasts.” The words apparently denote the miserable losers of the world, the vicious ones, but I feel as though I have been a “social outcast” from the moment I was born. If ever I meet someone society has designated as an outcast, I invariably feel affection for him, an emotion which carries me away in melting tenderness.”
- Dazai Osamu, No longer human
“It is clear to me now that, owing to my unbounded vanity and to the high standard I set for myself, I often looked at myself with furious discontent, which verged on loathing, and so I inwardly attributed the same feeling to everyone. (…) Another circumstance, too, worried me in those days: that there was no one like me and I was unlike anyone else. "I am alone and they are EVERYONE," I thought--and pondered.”
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from the Underground
Pose based on this photography of real life Dazai
hi its joonsbubu lol twt fucked me over so now im migrating to tumblr wsp
more sigma stuff okay lowk i could fix what i dont like abt this piece but im too lazy to
Old man yaoi, as promised
omgomgomg they should be besties. ninjago x bsd is real!
(head)canon that kunikida is the only one who carries a gun with him. headcanon its because kyouka isn't interested in killing. yosano thinks her giant knives are better. kenji is far too young. atsushi isn't trained. fukuzawa strictly uses his katana. and finally. dazai, tanizaki, and rampo are banned from guns because they would shoot anyone who inconveniences/annoys them.
I drew this last week but it feels especially fitting to post it now. How about that ending though lol Bungou Stray Dogs season 5 destroyed me and I will never recover lol but here’s Aya and Bram in some matching shirts