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thomas harris deciding what he’s going to name the cannibal psychiatrist

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demon and his dog

#bungou stray dogs #bsd akutagawa #bsd dazai #dazaku #akutagawa ryuunosuke #dazai osamu #bsd fanart #bsd #bungou stray dogs fanart

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this was my final piece for the zine!! 😈😈 super happy with how it came out

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an agathe to match that one coco

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I’m your best friend I’ll always be by your side

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[ I am forever your most devoted believer] I love them so much, gosh q.q

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I promise to be faithful to you even if death do us part.

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Hanging around the Echo Flowers <3

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Chapter 08

Frisk jumped with a small squeal. Whipping around, their eyes settled on something that made their heart stop for a moment. The child stumbled back and hit their head against the prison bars with a twang.

“Oh darling, are you alright?” The voice of the stranger was syrupy sweet and twinged with flamboyance, but it sounded genuine.

Frisk nodded, their eyes wide to take in the surprise guest. It was a ghostly figure, rounded at the top with a misty white body fluttering beneath them, not unlike a beach ball covered in a bed sheet. They were semi-transparent and had no arms or legs, instead floating at about eye height from the floor. In the middle of their “face” were two enormous eyes over a wide, smiling mouth.

“Who are you?” Frisk asked, “How’d you get in here?”

“Through the wall, of course!” the ghost gestured with a turn of its body towards the back end of the cell, “Perks of being incorporeal. We weren’t planning on coming in but all that shouting got our attention. That Chara certainly has a mouth on them, don’t they?” They did not pause long enough for Frisk to answer, “Though you’re no push over either, darling. Good for you! Blooky could learn a thing or two from you.”

“Um, thank you…” Frisk trailed off, then hesitated. They had a lot of questions, but were unsure of where to start.

The ghost took the pause as an invitation to continue. “So tell me, darling, whatever did you do to make Chara so angry? They may be a little strict at times, but Chara’s certainly not the type to threaten lives!”

“I’ve been trying to figure that out myself,” Frisk sighed, then murmured, “They’ve been trying to kill me since I got here.”

“Speak up dear, we can barely hear you.”

“We?” Frisk repeated, “Who’s we?”

“Why, myself and Napstablook of course, they— wait a minute—” the ghost looked to the left and right, before turning to the empty wall behind them, “Blooky, become visible this instant! It’s rude to lurk!”

“Sorry…” a weak voice lilted from the corner. A second ghost faded into view: it was nearly identical to the first, but had downcast eyes and a small, pensive mouth, “I didn’t want… to interrupt…”

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Chapter 07

Time was hard to measure inside the prison cell. With no clock, Chara could only rely on the artificial daylight peeking through the cell window and the three meals they received. They had already been given lunch, which meant it had been two and half days since the bloody morning that brought them here. Far longer than Chara could have ever anticipated.

Chara closed the dense monster history book—one of the few requested items that had been delivered to the jail—and stacked it on top of the others. Closing their eyes, they laid back on the thin cot that had once served as Frisk’s bed and took a deep breath. Chara reached out for their power.

Nothing happened.

It was maddening. Chara was confident killing the child would trigger time to fall back. Any place would have been better than that suffocating stand-off in the living room. When killing Frisk did nothing but upset their family, Chara had assumed the power had returned to its rightful owner. Unfortunately, all attempts to wield it proved futile. Chara told themselves it would return to them in time, suppressing the fear that killing Frisk had destroyed the power permanently.

Until then, they had to suffer the worst possible situation: the Dreemurrs were distraught, Frisk’s soul was gone, and Chara was forced into dull detainment. To stave off their worries, Chara mulled over possible contingency plans. Once the Dreemurrs forgave them, Chara would have some viable options.

Outside the prison walls, the muffled sound of voices leaked into the cell. Chara sat up, grabbed their book, and pretended to read. The heavy exterior doors creaked open, and Asriel approached Chara’s cell. He was dressed in a long dark cloak, fatigue seeming to permeate every cell in his body. Chara glanced up from their book with a coy smile, “You are here earlier than yesterday. Did you miss me?”

Asriel winced at the playful greeting. He looked down at the ground and took his time finding the words to say. “We buried Frisk today.”

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Sweet cap’n k_k!!

Check out my youtube!

https://youtu.be/iGzp65dnjns

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dazai is also a vampire

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what if...they held hands...under the cherry blossoms

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You know what I'm a slut for? When a character visibly drops a ruse. Like, the way their face changes the moment they give up a facade and reveal themselves.

This applies to revealing love, apathy, anger, evil intent. I mcfuckin love it.