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[bsdfanweek]

SKK VALENTINE’S WEEK PROMPTS LIST IS HERE

Guidelines below

Day 1: Love | Valentine’s Day | “May I?”

Day 2: Camellias | Floral Troubles | “You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Day 3: Cake | Secret Relationship | “Really? That one?”

Day 4: Unrequited | Almost Too Late | “Your beauty never ever scared me.”

Day 5: Soulmates | Alternate Universe | “Are we fighting or flirting?”

Day 6: Cuddling | Memories | “In my defence, I was left unsupervised.”

Day 7: Free Day — Go wild with your own prompts!

Guidelines:

All prompts are open to both SFW and NSFW interpretation

We welcome all forms of work, including and not limited to fanart, fanfic, threadfics, headcanons, edits and so on

We will be reblogging all works. When posting, tag us here @bsdfanweek so we can find your work and reblog/interact with it (note: this event is run on Twitter as well. Tag us if you post there and we’ll retweet your submissions!)

Other tags are to your own discretion, however we do ask that all NSFW works must be tagged accordingly to allow others to curate their feed and filter accordingly

If you have any questions, our ask box is open. We can’t wait to see what comes of these prompts!

Wishing everyone an early happy Valentine's and have fun creating! ❤️

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[justcallmesakira]

''Valentines sweetheart event!⋆��₊˚⊹♡''

Hello there!! I am sakira. This is my Valentines event for January and February. Since I want to grow out my account I will be taking these requests from January 25th to February 29th! ⋆˚⊹♡!

Rules for requesting:

There will be various prompts for each genre so your only allowed to use one character for each prompt Each person can request up to 3 prompts with different characters ofc All you have to do is name the character and number of also the genre. I don't mind if you want to add something in the fic but please know that I might not add it Please check out my character list before requestIng!! Anyone can join!!

WARNING: If prompts are cut that mean i am working on it! Because if i finished it it will have a link!

Prompts----

Fluff:

"How he asks you out! (sceanrio and hcs)"

"I want nothing but your love"

"Sweet Chocolate bites"

"My love all mine mine all mine"

"Underneath the starlight"

"Umbrella and a kiss"

"Permanent Lipstick stains"

"Beautiful beautiful beautiful..... Beautiful boy"

"Drunk on the honey on your skin"

"I don't need no expensive perfume when I have your scent"

"Hold your hands through the sunset'

"Kisses and crafts''

“Teddy bear day <3”

“Your face forever imprinted on my rhinestone locket”

Angst:

"Tell me why...your hands are so cold?''

''Cigarette Loveburn"

''A lovely last date? eh?''

"If you have a minute why dont we go?"

''Just you and me...no one else, please''

''Anything for your soft touch again''

''Poisoned love''

''Still i am dangerously yours even with a bullet in my tainted heart''

''I dont want to dream about you again,,,never will i sleep tommorow or today"

"i would take a bullet for you just to prove my love, only to find out that your the one holding the gun''

''Soulless roses purge from my mouth, with your lips on another womans one''

"Shes the other woman!!!''

“Maybe,,,maybe in another life, another time”

“I think you’re holding the heart of mine, my heart is—-well! Squeeze apart that’s fine!! :)”

A/N: I dont celebrate valentines day but this is merely for fun! Feel free to request! <33

Divider crds: @plutism, @fairytopea

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[blake-elladonna]

♡ Deliverance ♡

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝟑𝟖

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟐 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟑𝟕 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Kunikida’s heart stopped when he saw you with his notebook in his hands. Did you see what he had written about you? Why did he have to be so foolish and leave it behind; and how can he find out how you feel about him?

Kunikida’s head went dizzy, fuzzy and light. He was going to pass out. You were in front of his desk, stood with his notebook in your hands.

He opened his mouth to say something, to stop you, but nothing came out. He wasn’t sure if it was because of your overwhelming beauty; the way the sunlight peeked through the uncovered windows of the office or the way that you looked over to him and smiled. But he kept coming up empty handed.

“Kunikida, sorry. I wasn’t trying to snoop or anything. Dazai just told me you could help me out with something.” You had an awkward smile and Kunikida cleared his throat, walking over towards his desk and taking his book from you.

His heart beat pounded when his fingers grazed yours for a short moment; and he stuttered, “Did you read anything interesting?”

“I didn’t read your soulmate list if that is what you are worried about. I have some self control. Even if I was a little curious.” Your confident smile lessened the burden he felt on his back. At least you didn’t find out this way; the most anti-romantic way imaginable. He would have never forgiven himself for being so foolish.

“So, Kunikida..” “Yes, what is it?”

“Is it true that anything you write in your notebook comes to fruition?” Kunikida scratched the side of his head while he adjusted his glasses with one hand; trying to calm himself down. Why were you asking this so suddenly? “Well, in some sort of capacity; yes, but there’s some conditions. For example, the pages only create nonliving objects and it can’t create anything larger than this book here.”

“So, you could make something for me?”

“Of course!” Kunikida cleared his throat when his words came out in too much of a hurry, too eager. What is wrong with him. But that made you laugh with your hand reaching out and touching the back of his hand. “Thank you..”

He once again cleared his throat. Reaching for his pen as an excuse to take a step away from you; opening his book to an empty page. “What is it you would like for me to make?”

“A reservation for two at the really nice restaurant down the street, the one where the moon and the stars are visible so beautifully at night. Booked for Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m not sure I can..” Before he finished his sentence, your finger lowered his book to place a piece of paper atop his page. “Dazai kind of told me what he read earlier..but the joke is on him. I already had plans to ask you anyway.”

Kunikida stood in silence until you started to widen your eyes. “You aren’t rejecting me are you? I mean, was he just messing with me? I swear I’m going to..”

Kunikida silenced you by stepping forward, his arm tucked beneath your torso as his book laid open flat against your back. “Kunikida..?”

Your breath and heart sped up against his chest; and with the small space your face turned a shade of pink. “I’m not rejecting you.” He said. His arm pushing you further into his personal space. “I’m going to spoil you my entire life.”

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[bsdfanhub]

There's a lot of fun things happening in BSD fandom in January. Check them out! 🎉

All future and past events always can be found in our database or via our carrd.

Fanweeks

Dec 25-Jan 5 – 12 Days of Christmas Fic Rec Event

Jan 8-14 – Fem Dazai Week

Jan 8-14 – BSD OC Week

Jan 22-28 – Pamper Kunikida Week 2024

Jan 26-28 - Sigskk Weekend Mini Event

Zines

@bsd-beast-zine – contributor apps open Jan 3

@yagyoskkzine – contributor apps close Jan 3

@theunsophisticatesfanbook - contributor apps open Jan 13

@bsdcafezine – contributor apps close Jan 13

🔞 events below

Fanweeks

Jan 5-15 – Dark Fukuzawa Week 🔞

Jan 7-13 – Bottom Chuuya Week 2024 🔞

Jan 21-27 – BSD Dead Dove Week 2024 🔞

Other events

Bleeding Hearts Valentine’s BSD Event – writer & artist apps open until slots are filled

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd event #bsd fanweek #bsd dazai #bsd kunikida #bsd beast #bsd zine #updates

[rainythealias]

It’s A Start

The Flags were... strange, to say the least. 

There was Pianoman, who Chuuya was pretty sure doesn't even how to play the piano. Lippmann was a famous actor who worked in the Port Mafia. Albatross was his obnoxious upstairs neighbor whose favorite hobbies were A: vehicles and B: making sure that the gravity user didn't get a wink of sleep. Doc was (surprisingly) a legitimate doctor, and Iceman who was actually pretty neat. 

They were technically called the Young Bloods, a support group for members of the Port Mafia who were under twenty-five. 

Right now, all six members were at Old World, their usual meeting place.

For being his seniors, some of them were quite irresponsible as he was being given booze, despite being four years under Japan's legal drinking age. 

They were playing billiards, Chuuya being taught how to play by Lippmann.

"Okay, so you're supposed to hold the cue stick like this, then angle it and hit the white ball to knock your team's balls into the pockets..."

Albatross snickered, and Pianoman swatted him over the head with a rolled up pamphlet he found in his pocket. Rolling his eyes, Chuuya redirects his attention back to Lippmann's instructions.

Hours pass, bottles of alcohol empty, and the long summer night continues on as the sun goes away, everyone's coats and jackets discarded. Tonight was also unfortunately the night that Chuuya discovered that he was a lightweight, teetering back and forth after his second drink. Someone yelled over the general chaos of the ongoing billiards games that they should seriously all go home because it was nearly two in the morning. Chuuya looks at the clock, and discovered that whoever they were, they were rght.

He nods in agreement, looking around at the others. Everyone finishes up, and they're all walking together ten minutes later, Iceman carrying all the coats. 

Chuuya trips on a stray pebble, and Pianoman catches him. Chuuya smiles, and breaks out into a tipsy giggle. 

Before he knew it, everyone else was laughing as well, their laughter cutting through the gentle warm breeze and buzzing of insects, then Chuuya remembered that they were all walking because nobody could drive right now and he laughed some more, looking up at the star-spotted sky. 

Tonight, they seemed to shine just a bit brighter.

The stars were beautiful. More beautiful now than ever. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was something else.

Whatever it was, something seemed to bloom inside of his chest. Something small.

A start.

The start of... a friendship? 

Maybe the Flags weren't so bad after all.

The stars seem to smile down at him as he arrived to the apartment complex, entering his place, Albatross's feet thumping above him like the rhythmic hits of a drum.

Okay, Albatross was still pretty awful.

But the rest of them weren't.

(This work has also been posted on my AO3!)

#chuuya week 2023 #chuuyaweek23 #chuuya fanfic #bsd event #flags bsd #bsd iceman #bsd doc #bsd pianoman #bsd lippmann #bsd albatross #bsd chuuya #fanfic #ficlet

[theshandora]

Dear Fukumori lovers,

The time has come - we announce this year's Fukumori Week which will be held June 11th-17th!

Find us also on Twitter!

#FukumoriWeek2023 #fukumori #Fukuzawa Yukichi #Mori Ougai #bsd fanfic #bsd art #bsd event #Zenki Soukoku

[darlingdilf]

For anyone trying to grind the bsd April fools event tap game I suggest using switch controls on your phone for a makeshift auto clicker, it works great for me! (Although you have to occasionally tap it a lot like a wind up toy)

#ignore the cracked screen I’m using my old phone so I can multitask lmfao #fukuzawa yukichi #bsd #bsd mayoi #bsd event

[verlaines-corner-archive]

𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒆 

“Ribbon of memories.”

Hello and welcome! This is a bsd au event, done partially as a thank you to you all and partially because it’ll be fun!

»»—— • ☆ • ——««

The event will be written as either fics or drabbles, and both sfw and nsfw will be accepted, along with dark content! Character list and general request rules are here.

»»—— • ☆ • ——««

It’s the basics in regards to the prompts! Send in a character and a prompt and I’ll write it. However please specify if you’re uncomfortable with either dc and nsfw.

»»—— • ☆ • ——««

Rules;

 -> Please be patience! I will be prioritising this event, however it may take me a while to get to all of them. 

 -> Every prompt will only be used twice, so as to avoid too much repetition. 

 -> One character per request and no characters under the age of 16!

 -> I will be accepting 9 requests and a list will be posted once all slots are full! A nickname would be appreciated if you request on anon, but isn’t necessary :]

 -> Remember I have the right to deny a request.

 -> Be polite.

»»—— • ☆ • ——««

9/9 prompts taken!

Prompts under the cut! 

Western AU

 -> Sheriff | ☐ ☐

 -> Bounty Hunter |  ☒ ☐

 -> Cowboy | ☐ ☐

 -> Outlaw | ☒ ☐

 -> Gunslinger | ☐ ☐

 -> Pinkerton Detective | ☐ ☐

 -> Undertaker | ☒ ☐

»»—— • ☆ • ——««

Mythological/hybrid au

 -> Naga | ☐ ☐

 -> Kitsune | ☒ ☒

 -> Angel/Demon | ☒ ☐

 -> Mermaid/Mermen |  ☒ ☐

 -> God/Deity| ☐ ☐

 -> Werewolf | ☒ ☐

 -> Witch | ☒ ☐

»»—— • ☆ • ——««

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[chuuatsu-week]

CHUUATSU WEEK 2022

Mark your calendars! ChuuAtsu Week 2022 will be held on November 14-21!

Please make sure to read the following rules for the event! For any further questions, feel free to send an ask!

ChuuAtsu Week 2022 Prompts:

Day 1 (Nov 14): Fairytales  / Jealousy  /  Working Together

Day 2 (Nov 15) : Plushies  /  First Time  /  Connection

Day 3 (Nov 16) : Domestic  /  Misunderstanding  /  Photography

Day 4 (Nov 17) : Confessions  /  Injuries/Sickness  /  Mystical

Day 5 (Nov 18) : Childhood Friends  /  BEAST  /  Proposal

Day 6 (Nov 19) : Desserts  /  Secrets  /  Band

Day 7 (Nov 20) : Blossom  /  Fake Dating  /  Library

Day 8 (Nov 21) : Free Day!

#chuuatsuweek #chuuatsuweek2022 #chuuatsu #chuuya x atsushi #bsd #Nakajima Atsushi #Nakahara Chuuya #bsd event #bungou stray dogs event #bungou stray dogs #ChuuAtsu Week

[kaus-quietis]

They are (BSD Fyodor x reader)

More precisely, Philosopher!Fyodor x Translator!Reader for @chuuyasboots​​​​ beautiful BSD event, Renewing the Renaissance. Check out the full list of the event’s fics here!

Genre: I can’t believe it myself, but it’s fluff. Completely SFW.

Night fell into dawn’s embrace, in vivid red and purple play. Steady steps were on their way, up a hill covered in dew. Each droplet rejoiced in a frail man’s gaze, one that was trained to inspect even the simplest of things, the most mundane, and use them as steps on a ladder to the heavens. Like so many times before, such close inspection of nature was an elating activity for the philosopher approaching Y/N’s house on the hill. Each transparent drop of cold fresh water on wood and flowers and fallen leaves pointed his mind towards the universal ideas that weaved this world together: the same ones that also weaved them, the two, together. At the idea of the grand Author who made him and Y/N meet, the now hurrying philosopher only smirked, feeling he was all too familiar with Him, the object of his research for so many Parisian years. But Fyodor brushed this thought aside, focusing on the upward road he knew so well, the one that each season, again and again, guided him through Tuscany to –

    “Columba mea.”

        Subtly, silently, the philosopher entered Y/N’s house, only his greeting – recalling the Song of Songs [1] – letting their hard-working lover know he arrived. Through the smell of oak wood, the light reflected on parchment, the rustling of dried flowers, the silence of black ink, Y/N’s voice responded, completing him as always:

    “Dilectus meus.”

        The philosopher approached their writing desk, hiding the precious things he carried not only under his thick black cloak, but also inside his white robe. Admiring all the manuscripts lying open around Y/N, he deduced they were in the middle of translating another work of Greek origin, comparing all the copies they could find, analyzing all their unique variations in words and writing, everything in search for the original intended meaning. Y/N did not even lift their eyes soaked in concepts to meet their visitor’s unperturbed ones, hiding his eagerness perfectly behind their burning amethyst colour. Still, Y/N could not help but spot his unusual attire.

“Such blasphemy. A Cistercian disguised as a Dominican? But why?” Y/N laughed and wondered what his schemes were the night before.

“Oh, I would never… I side with the seculars.” [2]

“Surely you do. You side with your own self –”

“– and I side with you.”

Y/N stopped their work for a while, knowing what came next, and welcoming the rite with a smile. At first, they felt their lover’s palm embracing one side of their head in caress. The other side soon followed to know his kiss, lingering as if on the very mind he cherished so. As Y/N let their head gradually fall towards him, their smile widened as they made a mental bet right there and then. What followed did not even disturb the suavity of the moment, it only proved Y/N right on their bet:

“You misspelled cruoris on the left column, fourth row.” [3]

Parting with the warmth of his chest Y/N sunk into, the copyist sighed, moving the sharp knife they were holding from one hand into the other, switching places with their quill pen. They slowly scraped a bit of the ink away from the parchment and changed the abbreviated form of the noun. Y/N fixed the mistake, grateful that their annoyingly perceptive “partner-in-crime” spotted the minuscule “butchered” word on time. At last, they lifted their tired eyes to meet his, desiring to gift him sincerity. “I am proud to have you” was the message their gaze carried, but as quick as it reached the philosopher’s mind – and oh, how quickly he was catching on all the time –, Y/N almost teasingly dropped their adoring look and changed the subject.

“So what did you bring me this time?”, Y/N rubbed their hands in child-like excitement as their smiling visitor put five or six thick manuscripts on the desk. Y/N could not tell just yet, but their whole soul radiated.

“I brought exactly what you asked from me…”

The young man lowered both his upper body and his tone, a speck of mischievousness glinting in his eyes: “���begged, even, on each night of our honey-sweet August, when we–”

“DON’T YOU FEAR THE LORD” Y/N tried to eat their shout, as if not to disturb the new books that the philosopher brought them. To hide the insane enjoyment Y/N was indulging in this very moment, the translator tried to fit it all under a mask of pure-heartedness, pretending to focus only on the manuscripts. Three of them had sophisticated binding and parchment pages Y/N did not yet dare to touch, while the rest looked like combined ones, mixing paper and parchment. That alone spoke so much to Y/N: the compiler probably valued the contents so much that they chose to collect copies and excerpts of all possible kinds, without wasting anything. The collector, Y/N continued to muse, was surely responding to the need to preserve the past, a lost tradition, or a neglected author’s works. Viscerally: Y/N resonated with this imaginary compiler viscerally, and now that this thought process was running around in their mind, they could barely control their trembling lip from revealing a bright grin. Yet Y/N stayed silent and still, expecting an answer from their dear guest as soon as they locked eyes with him again. The audacious philosopher inhaled slowly, preparing his voice for a dead-serious tone, and despite Y/N’s likewise dead-serious stare, he dared to continue:

    “Y/N. You asked for more.

So I offer you more”

    His next smirk widened, shone on his lips, as if it has been eagerly awaiting the blade that suddenly hovered above his Adam’s apple. It all happened in the blink of an eye, but this expression has no meaning here: the philosopher did not want to lose such thrilling, fleeting sight by blinking. He knew Y/N’s knife would show its true dance as soon as the provocation reached not their ears, but their heart. The man just smiled and swallowed slowly in delight.

“You’d want to keep that for your quills~”

At his mocking suggestion, served with that look, an expressionless Y/N put their knife on the writing desk. Be it for vanity or play, they could not allow their face to show what they were really feeling: their heart was racing, and the adrenaline made them reach heights of happiness each time such tension appeared between the two. But there was more: Y/N saw their elated state’s reflection, and not in the clean blade they put away, no. They saw it in the philosopher’s own eyes: the thrill, the rush, the excitement behind the composed mask, if only one dared to pierce through those dark pupils.

“Another find from the nameless philosopher. You continue to plague my existence”, Y/N mocked the man who was still standing next to their desk, not too distant, not too close now.

“Nameless, oh, please… It is you who refused to call me Theodoros for a reason unknown to me.”

“The reason was, and still is, it sounds like another one of your fake names and I can’t have that.”

“Don’t be so harsh on my pseudonyms, my soul, I have to use them for each–”

“Yeah, yeah, each “figure of authority” you flatter and profit of, as far as the sea spreads and swirls”, Y/N interrupted him gesticulating defeat, for it was a backstory they knew by heart already. The philosopher did not even mind; instead, he gently took the heavy manuscripts and closed the distance between them and his favourite translator.

“Speaking of seas – and to offer you a hint as of the tomes’ origins –, you would not have believed your eyes, Y/N, the immense number of people gathering from East and West, now in Florence! It is such a pity you refused my invitation, we could have met so many honourable people, we could have shared absurd abundant meals with them all and then–” [4]

“Aha, so that is how it went. That was at the start of this year, correct? Whose illuminated mind decided to part forever with these – I assume – rarest of books?” Y/N quickly jumped to correct conclusions, hearing the philosopher chuckle as a first response.

“Oh, but you see, he is under the impression I will bring them back in two months. That is perfectly acceptable. Many things can change in two months,” he explained, forcing himself to hide a wicked grin that was creeping on his lips at the thought of his “updated” plans. “Frankly, I was not entirely convinced by his lectures, but the Florentines are at his feet, my love, at his feet… or… at least the vast majority. One night, at a banquet, after several negotiations and agreements that would greatly please the Greeks – imagine, an entire future Platonic accademia! impressive plans these Florentines have –, I reached a deal with the Greek… “theologian” too. A debatable status, if you see through his words, but that does not change the value of what he brought from his Greek land [5]. You can see part of the result before your–”, he tilted his head in endearment both mocking and true, “–spellbinding eyes, dear partner.”

Needless to say, Y/N was so used to this. After they met on the hills six, maybe seven years ago, as he was travelling the land, the nameless philosopher would visit Y/N’s little house near the small forest again and again to chit-chat. Although both of them were rather rigid and playing mysterious at first, the two realized soon enough that they shared the most pleasant discussions in each other’s company. They started to value eachother more and more in their self-isolation from the rumours of society: one as a wandering philosopher in exile, the other as a book-producing hermit. Y/N came to know he is a magister theologiae of the University of Paris, but his birth origin remained unknown. His sharp yet melancholic features always struck Y/N as foreign, his peculiar accent charmed them – on the rare occasions when he did not hide it on purpose –, but nothing captured their interest more than his mind, endless like meanings lost in translation. His own excitement bloomed and he truly opened up when Y/N revealed to them they were not only a copyist, but also a translator, dedicating their life to collecting and preserving Greek manuscripts, especially anything that could link them back to what Augustine still followed so closely in his early writings, and to what was at the roots of even that [6]. Y/N would collect, copy and translate everything into Latin and let the resulting manuscripts spread all around the West, its libraries still lacking too many Greek works in their opinion. Y/N was sick of Aristotle, they were sick of his commentators, they felt the search for Plato should be prolonged and deepened, but who would listen? Only a few villagers, only a few remarkably cultured monks and nuns, even a few royals, but overall only a few souls who kept donating parchment to Y/N. This way, they could continue to produce such compilations of translations. And so, for six, maybe seven years already, Y/N sunk into this kind of work, and with infinite pleasure: it was simply too perfect.

Still, it took a few more years for Y/N to realize who exactly God’s gift to them was. Admiring such passionate pursuit of a higher goal, the philosopher decided to help Y/N on their mission. It was only natural, he had the… let’s say “means” and “ways” to find more, to “obtain” more manuscripts that would please Y/N, as he could enter anyone’s heart and soul (not to even mention pockets) with his training and talent of speech. He had nothing to lose by entertaining Y/N – in fact, he enjoyed their interactions and exchanges each time they met, even if only few times a year, when new findings and new thoughts had him running up that hill.

“More…” Y/N whispered sweetly, already a victim to nostalgia, slowly opening and inspecting each book. It was summer again now, but the last August still lingered in both of their minds: somehow, he was able to stay with Y/N for the entire month – a most predictable one, as there was nothing that surprised the two old partners. Everything was predictable: each tease and each wordplay, each mental exercise, each gesture, each day, each night, and every mark. For their minds, everything was predictable in the most entertaining way, whereas outside their bond predictability equalled boredom. They both accepted it all, and so they stayed.

“So these are…” Y/N shook the nostalgia away, speaking in a cold tone, so obviously fake it was adorable.

“Some excerpts of Platonic dialogues. Some copied in their entirety too. Surely some things by Plotinus and, if luck’s on your side, Porphyry too, I would assume. My apologies that I did not have time to check, I arrived in Florence to pick them up a couple of days ago. You shall see, only two of them have somewhat of an index, you know how it is. I think I saw the Enneads, too?”

“The what?” Y/N showed surprise, so obviously fake, but only to themselves. Right?

“The Enneads. Plotinus. You will adore this” the philosopher chose to give only a simple answer, so that Y/N could have the pleasure of discovery all for themselves. Hiding a smile, he was already imagining the moment Y/N will dive into the thickest manuscript the philosopher brought them – how Y/N will devour its contents and lose themselves in their words.

Overwhelmed by emotion, Y/N sunk in thought for a moment, deciding whether to show deepest gratitude or deepest suspicion to their precious friend and lover. Of course, they chose a sweeter side of the latter.

“Love… Then… I assume these should have gone directly to Ficino [7] !! Heavens!! How angelic of you to offer to transport them to him!” Y/N burst into wild laughter, “This is AMAZING, and he will never know!! Ahahahahah!”

And so Y/N jumped into the arms of the philosopher disguised as a Cistercian disguised as a Dominican. They embraced him strongly enough to feel the contour of his shoulders under his two hoods, while he took advantage of the momentum to spin them around in a few full circles. Repositioning themselves, Y/N’s hands around his neck, they exchanged a confident calm look, completely satisfied with the situation. Yet Y/N’s chest got tense suddenly, succumbing to a suffocating feeling they by now struggled to hide. Y/N so desperately wanted to succumb to their shared bliss this one time – no, not like in August, but finally in the truest way they knew they still had to reach.

And Y/N hoped to reach it, because Y/N could no longer bear it. They wanted to escape.

“My soul, allow me to guess what drowns your heart in pain now. Although, why would there be anything like that…

    …when we exist in the best possible world God could have created.”

    The philosopher said that with a genuine smile, knowing exactly what could come next, likewise in repressed hope that Y/N would respond exactly the way he imagined they would.

    Because, if they did, then…

    “…

                …

                            …Pascal isn’t born yet, Fyodor Dostoyevsky.”

    Finally! FINALLY! Ah, how liberating it was to answer Fyodor’s call now! Oh, how liberating for both of them! They could finally drop their façade officially, they could finally erase the thought of everything they’ve built between them being one gigantic lie, they could finally, finally stop…

… h u n t i n g   e a c h   o t h e r   d o w n .

This was the last test they threw at each other and Y/N knew: not answering Fyodor’s call now would have meant Y/N denying – …

        …

        …

        “… – all those years they spent together in the novel. Look at us, Poe-kun. We’re both in our mid-30s. Carrying your novel on my person each day? Yeah, I hate to admit this, but there isn’t a second I’m not nervous. And it gets worse each month… What is even happening? Will they ever come out?” The voice of the master detective sounded dull, yet accumulated nervousness was imprinted on every consonant. He spoke almost absent-mindedly, as if he waited far too long for the conclusion of his plan. It worked, it did: Y/N and Fyodor were both trapped inside Poe’s Renaissance-themed novel. But Y/N was supposed to escape around five years ago – exit the novel carrying Fyodor’s corpse, his blood on their knife, and they could not fail. Ranpo designed the plan around the best assassin the Agency and the Port Mafia could hire, in a joint effort to catch the Rat. Ranpo even adapted to Fyodor’s strategies, after all, and Dazai supervised the entire thing, until he simply disappeared one day. Nobody knew why, they could only hope he would return to them again alive, unharmed, victorious…

Poe brought two cups of hot chocolate and gently put them on Ranpo’s desk. “I don’t quite know how to describe this, but I got a feeling the time will come soon”, he said, blowing the steam in the direction of his beloved raccoon, which sniffed around and licked its nose, raising its sleepy eyes from under Ranpo’s palm. “You said that 16 days ago, what can I do with this?”, the detective whined, knowing that if he took the hot chocolate and sipped from it now, it would surely burn both his lips and his tongue, so that they could not feel any taste for a good while. Somehow, as Ranpo was processing this, the fluffy raccoon handed him Y/N’s confidential contact card that Ranpo lost under his empty bags of sweets, years and years ago. The detective never saw such a determined look of steel imprinted on any other human face and his first impression of Y/N never left him. How could an assassin of such high intellect take so much time, waste time inside Poe’s novel? Refusing to say anything else, as if fearing a bad omen, Ranpo simply exhaled stating the obvious: “There it was…”

        …

        …

        …There it was! Yet another mark of a voluntary player of Fyodor’s own games. Before him – he was sure of it now – stood a person willing to run the same race even in the most insignificant ways, such as spotting an anachronistic philosophical reference in what was supposed to be the 15th-century Tuscany. His suspicions came true, as well as Y/N’s. They both knew what they were now, and all doubts vanished.

Y/N’s arms still around Fyodor’s neck, the two now even closer in a tightened adamant hold, the translator waited calmly for the philosopher’s verbal reply, for his wonderstruck eyes already burned with delight and fever.

“I’d say mission accomplished, wouldn’t you too, my soul?” Fyodor extended his left hand towards Y/N, who took it in the most natural manner. “We entered this simplistic novel as each other’s hunter. Let us walk out as partners, as equals reborn.” 

Fyodor’s assigned assassin never expected a change of purpose, and truly even less a change of heart, but it was the Agency’s and Mafia’s mistake to toy with those they failed to understand. The truth has always been there, predictable and in plain sight, and now Y/N could grasp it, entwine their fingers with it, with their lover’s. A blinding light began engulfing the two, a sign the novel was rejecting them. The translator gave the philosopher a smileless, determined look:

        “Correct. You are no longer my target.

            …They are.”

            – – –

Endnotes: 

[1] "Columba mea", Latin for "my dove", but literally "my pigeon" as a species; "dilectus meus", Latin for "my beloved (m)". [2] Referring to monks belonging to the Cistercian Order and Dominican Order respectively, as well as to the seculars, religiously-neutral persons (or, in this case, intellectuals), not consecrated to a monastic order, nor affiliated with a religious institution, e.g. the Church. [3] "Cruoris", Latin noun (genitive case, singular) meaning "of the blood <freshly spilled or flowing from a wound>" or, by extension, figuratively, "of the murder / assassination". [4] Referring to the ecumenical Council of Ferrara-Florence (1438-1445), more precisely to when the council was moved to Florence in January 1439. Large numbers of representatives of the Latin Church and the Greek Church gathered to discuss doctrinal differences in hopes of reuniting the two Christian Churches, officially separated since the 1054 Great Schism, also known as the East-West Schism. [5] Referring to Georgios Gemistos Plethon (c. 1355/60-1452/54), Greek scholar who reintroduced the Western/Latin public to the ideas and works of Plato during the 1438-1439 beforementioned Council of Florence. It is said he influenced Cosimo de' Medici to found the Platonic Academy of Florence. Despite having translated and assimilated Aristotelian works already (12th-13th century, thanks to Arabic translations and commentaries), Western Europe (Latin-speaking Europe) did not know the majority of Plato's works and many important Neoplatonic works, as it severely lacked translations and overall access to Greek manuscripts. This Council was a major event that led to communication between the Latin and the Greek cultures, exchanging knowledge and manuscripts, and Plethon was a key-figure in this. Ironically perhaps, the Churches themselves remained separated. [6] Referring to Neoplatonism and Platonism respectively. [7] Marsilio Ficino (1433-1499), Italian humanist philosopher and theologian. He was the first translator of Plato's complete works, from Greek to Latin, immensely contributing to the revival of Platonic philosophy in Latin (Western) Europe. Among many other translation projects and his own works, Ficino also translated works of Neoplatonic philosophers, such as Plotinus, Porphyry, and Iamblichus. He was the central figure and leader of the Platonic Academy of Florence.

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[shippaidan]

Welcome event!

Hello everyone!

I decided to hold an event, since I'm really new here on tumblr and need some break from writing my series.

Send me a song, a color(s), aesthetic and a character and I'll write a drabble for you! You can also include some details if you'd like something specific like genre of drabble or your favourite line from the song you've chosen.

status: closed

requests: 8/10

fandoms: Bungou Stray Dogs, Haikyuu, Boku no Hero Academia (only adult pro-heros and villains)

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[bsdfanweek]

12 DAYS TO GO!

Less than two weeks until Soukoku Valentine's Week ❤️ Hope everyone is getting ready to celebrate with your amazing works, we look forward to seeing them all 🌹

Pop us an ask if you’ve got any questions!

Find the prompts list here

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[justcallmesakira]

By the amount of requests I am getting from my Valentines event, the event will be over before Valentines should I shortened the time duration or just make part 2 of the event???

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[blake-elladonna]

♡ Blame ♡

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝟗𝟔

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏 𝐦𝐢𝐧. 𝟐𝟔 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Akutagawa knows he is to blame for your injury; no matter how You — his long time crush — try to convince him. But that won’t stop him from tending to you when you are hurt.

“Are you sure you aren’t hurting.” For some reason his statement didn’t seem to be a question, but a direct sentence; as if demanding you that it was in fact hurting and you were going to blame him for your suffering.

“I’m okay; Akutagawa. You need to—” “I need to what? Start lying to myself?”

You gave him a look while tending to your wound and his aura seemed to darken. He crossed his arms with his mind drifting away. “I’m not about to do that. I’m not going to turn into your superior; I’m not about to turn into Dazai.” “I didn’t say you needed to.”

You breathed in sharply with a flinch. The alcohol had soaked into your wound to disinfect it. The gash was nothing; at least compared to what could have been but that didn’t stop it from hurting like hell or Akutagawa from walking over. “Just, let me do it.” And although he mumbled, you heard his tone soak in dominance.

So you let him; his tone may have let on he would be rough, assertive; but his touch was the opposite of those two things. As though he was handling fine china. “You’re so annoying.”

“Oh, really? You don’t enjoy my suffering?”

“That’s not funny. You know how I feel— about—”

You knew what he was trying to say by the way his body language was closing himself off, “You’re trying to say I know how you feel about someone from the ADA. How you feel about me. Don’t you want to say it; that you’re in love with me?”

Your teasing tone caused him to squeeze lightly onto your hand once slipping underneath. “I do,” And just when you thought he had a ounce of romance; “I hate you.”

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[bsdfanhub]

It's been a busy month so far! Here's an update of the upcoming events.

All future and past events always can be found in our database or via our carrs.

Fanweeks

Jan 22-28 - Pamper Kunikida Week 2024

Jan 26-28 - Sigskk Weekend

Feb 1-29 - Fukuran February @fukuranweek

Feb 12-19 Fem Sigma Week

Feb 14-20 SKK Valentine’s Week @bsdfanweek

Zines

@bsd-beast-zine - contributor apps close Feb 10

@theunsophisticatesfanbook - contributor apps close Feb 16

🔞 events below

🔞 Fanweeks

Jan 21-27 - BSD Dead Dove Week 2024

Jan 25-31 - Bottom Chuuya Week 2024 (rescheduled)

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[rainythealias]

It Doesn't Matter Why

Gunshots rang out in the air.

Dust and rubble littered the area as stomps and shouts pierced the silence of a calm midnight.

Chuuya has always loved the thrill of a fight; the hum of the wind as he cut through air like it was nothing, how it made his heart sing like there was nothing else in the world that mattered like this did, how his skill enveloped any drag that dared pull him down and left him floating effortlessly. 

He was a skilled martial artist who excelled in hand-to-hand combat, yes, but there was something else about battling an opponent using his skill that felt different from using a gun or his fists. Not corruption, but simply For The Tainted Sorrow.

Perhaps it was the way it allowed him to deflect any projectile that came his way, whether it was a bullet shot from a handgun or simply a rock thrown at him, he could send it right back to his assailant with the force of objects several tons heavier. 

Or it was the atmosphere of the matter, letting his enemies knowing that he should be feared, that he could crush their bodies like fragile tin cans if they got too close and had merely brushed against him? The power that followed his ability and his rank?

Maybe it was the excitement and adrenaline that followed a fight, the floating sensation in his chest amplified by literal floating as his skill lifted him high into the air; how easy it was to just glide through air like he was skating? 

Or possibly, the resistance of gravity, the force keeping us tethered to the Earth, from every blade of grass to humans to redwood trees and the seas, the resistance of a power keeping us here. How he could break free from an invisible restraint and shoot off into the starry night sky, crashing down on his foes with the force of a semi-truck, clearing the blood and slime off of his impeccable clothing all the while? 

Whatever it was, gravity was a friend. A force to be reckoned with that was his to an extent. 

Chuuya takes a deep breath in.

Whatever it was, he would indulge.

He picks a piece of rubble from the ground, and prepares to strike once more. (This is a submission for Chuuya Week 2023! It will also be posted on my AO3.)

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