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s1ckstvr0s · 3 months
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Fyodor's pov of Nikolai asking him out for marriage.
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sorrowsuicide · 10 days
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He works at McDonald's parttime
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chuuya-s-hat22 · 1 year
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Fyodorr♡
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Is any one there that agrees me with that:
-Fyodor died.
Yep, you have many evidences but i can easily deny them.
1)You're all saying that in the final scene, we just saw the arm. Not the rest of the body. But guys, he just had an helicopter accident and the helicopter BURNT. And hes under on a helicopter. If he was alive, dazai must have struggled with tearing the arm. But he just pulled that and easily took it. I know fyodor is a REALLY STRONG character but who the fuck can be alive after burning, crushing and then losting his arm? 2)You're also saying that "If Nickolai wanted fyodor dead, he would have done it" In the final scene we saw the sadness in his eyes. He was hating him, but he also loved him because he was his only friend. Yep, he wanted him to die but not in a painfull way. He gave him the antidote but he just gave it to him for having a competition with him. And i forgot to say that, he wanted him to dead because he didin't want to be weak about their friendship. He wanted enemys. So finally, if you have teorys let me deny or agree them. Thesee are my opinions btw, but pls even if you're agreeing with me pls dont argue with anyone who has an other opinion.
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thataaabattery · 7 months
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Fyodor is jesus confirmed /j. Asagiri told me as I drew this renaissance looking Fyodor.
(I used some cosplayers as my reference here).
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dazvisan · 3 years
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Fyodor: What do you think Gogol will do for a distraction?
Sigma: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.
*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*
Sigma: ... or they could do that.
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mackereldoesart · 3 years
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ratinthedeadhouse · 3 years
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||Dancing with a Demon
Fyodor Dostoevsky X Fem!Reader
Warnings: none, just hand kissing.
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It wasn't rare for Yokohama to throw a massive celebrating event where all the posh and rich people would gather to drink champagne and waltz across the shining floor. And for all you know you got invited to such a luxurious event by someone you've met few days ago.
A demon himself waited for your arrival in the grand hall with a polished floor and golden chandeliers hanging down from the high ceilings. The hall was too large for Fyodor's liking and the amount of noise and people made him feel rather uneasy but nothing he couldn't handle. He was a frail man wearing a dark suit like all the gentlemen did in the hall but with a red tie that stood out among all the black ones. Dostoevsky kept his eyes on the main doors from where the guests kept coming from. Meanwhile he stayed near the great tables filled with exotic snacks and countless amount of champagne. Before his tired eyes flashed many women, dressed in sparkly puffy dresses with glitter and flowers, with patterns and import fabric which only hurt his eyes. Being a lover of true beauty Fyodor thought all this farce was rather unnecessary... He saw beauty in simplicity and graceful movements not fancy dresses. Hence why he remained unfazed by all the curious women who would circle around him on occasion trying to get his attention. But the demon Fyodor was eyeing the entrance awaiting for no other than you...
To be honest he questioned if you'd actually come. After all you met him in the local library when he was returning the book back to the shelf near where you stood and it so happened you recognised the cover and with a mesmerising smile exclaimed what a 'wonderful masterpiece' it is. That's how you came to have a conversation with Fyodor about the act of killing, leaving him to think about you days on end. He couldn't stop thinking about your (h/c) locks that smelled of lavender or your endless (e/c) eyes so he made a move, leaving a handwritten note in the current book you were reading asking you to attend the ball.
However, despite him being attracted to your delicate and beautiful features he was also intrigued because unlike others he had trouble reading your thoughts. Sometimes your eyes would meet his own and God, he would be lost trying to read what you are thinking about... Of course he wasn't in love. That would get in the way of his plans, but a little cat and mouse game wouldn't hurt... him at least. (Y/n) appeared as a rather naive young girl to him who's heart aches to find a true love, however she was also smart and witty and now Fyodor feared she was smart enough not to come.
The orchestra strated tuning in, inviting guests to dance. Gentlemen left their groups of friends and stopped the political discussions, women separated as well and stood in a large circle ready to waltz the night away. The sound of the live music made Fyodor turn away from the main doors and he watched as men and women gracefully danced across the polished floor.
A bitter feeling settled in his chest. 'Perhaps I underestimated her' he thought to himself while finishing his champagne. When suddenly he felt a gentle hand landing on his shoulder. Fyodor turned his head to see no other than (y/n)...
You stood close next to him, your (h/c) locks put neatly on top of your head revealing your delicate neck and shoulders. Your dress was of a (f/c) colour that showed all the right curves of your splendid figure. Oh you looked absolutely glorious.
"Sorry I'm late" you said with a soft smile, your voice could barely be heard.
Fyodor smiled sadistically. 'A delicate flower falling right into my hands...' thought Fyodor to himself. He grabbed your pale hand in his a bowing slightly kissed your knuckles. "My lady, you made it just in time" he spoke in a soothing voice leaning closer to your ear so you could hear him. He offered you a glass of champagne that you happily took since being this close to him made your heart race.
You took a sip and had a look around. The glitter and the fancy dresses flooded the hall, mixing and merging that it almost made your head go dizzy when you heard a soft voice whisper in your ear: "Would my lady fancy a little dance?"
You looked at Fyodor in awe seeing as he offered you his hand. A sudden blush rised to your cheeks and you had to look away.
"Hmm?" the Russian man tilted his head slightly trying to understand why you are not eager to dance. "What's wrong?" he questioned, slight accent slipping in his words.
"I..." you stuttered a bit "I don't know how to dance, Fyodor" you finally admitted. It felt a bit embarrassing but at least you weren't the only people standing aside, other couples didn't participate in the dancing, but you genuinely wanted to... it just that you didn't know what to do. To your surprise, Fyodor only chuckled and grabbing your tiny wrist gently pulled you away from the bright and crowded hall.
You followed him onto the large balcony. It was dark but the stars above and the moon illuminated the area just enough for you to see your friend.
His sharp pure eyes looked at the sky for a moment than turned back to meet your glowing ones... Slowly he said:
"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies."
Gently he placed his right hand on your hip pulling you closer into his embrace and grabbing your other hand in his. You felt your head go dizzy as you let Fyodor control your movements. He leaned closer to you whispering to your ear where you should place your feet... It wasn't too hard and soon you got the hang of it.
The two of you waltz on the balcony under the stars looking in each other eyes not thinking about anything but feeling each others presence. He watched your every move, your happy smile, the way your eyelashes flattered and the way your chest rised and fell with every breath you took.
When the waltz was over. Fyodor let go of you and bowed. He knew that now you belonged to him. He knew that no matter how smart you were your adorable naive heart was now beating for him. He saw it clearly in your (e/c) eyes... you fell in love with him. There is no way back.
How long can a picked flower last in the darkness untill it loses it's beauty?
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serxpendity · 4 years
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A pic of Fyodor to make your day 
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thefoxpire-blog · 5 years
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I stan so many antagonistic bastards but I love them
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lil-potato00 · 5 years
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This rat is making me crY-
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s1ckstvr0s · 4 months
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文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
Relationship:
Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Rating: explicit
Chapter: 1/1
Words: 3,142
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irukoberry · 5 years
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My Deviantart
My Twitter
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chuuya-s-hat22 · 1 year
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Fyodor♡
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sabbimelon22-blog · 5 years
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I just LUUUUVE HIM !! ❤😍😍 اموووت عليه
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shunxcos · 4 years
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"What is ur favorit character on BSD?" So my fyodor cosplay arrived uwu and i like it!! <33 ~ Character: Fyodor Dostoyevsky Anime: Bungou Stray Dogs ~ ◌ ˚💮 .ժ օ ℓ ℓ ✧‧˚ . . 𖥧 𖥧 💮 ˒˒. . ° . . ˚. ◌ ° . 。˚. ° . ժ💮օ ℓ ℓ✧‧˚° . 💮 ◌. ժ օ ℓ ℓ✧‧˚ ° ꒰。● ◡ ●。꒱◌˚๑ ┈┈┈┈ ┈┈┈┈ ┈┈┈┈ ┈┈┈ ๑◌꒰。● ◡ ●。꒱ ↬ ꒰。● ◡ ●。꒱◌˚๑ ┈┈┈┈ ┈┈┈┈ ┈┈┈┈ ┈┈┈ ๑◌꒰。● ◡ ●。꒱ ° . °ժ օ ℓ ℓ✧‧˚ 💮 . ◌💮. ° 💮 . ˚. ◌ ° . 。˚. ժ օ ℓ ℓ✧‧˚ ◌ ˚ ժ օ ℓ ℓ✧‧˚. . . 𖥧 .💮 𖧧 ˒˒. . ° . #bsd #bsdcosplay #bungoustraydogscosplay #bungoustraydogs #fyodor #fyodordostoyevsky #fyodorcosplay #fyodordostoyevskycosplay #bsdfyodor #bsdfyodordostoyevsky #bungoustraydogsanime #bungoustraydogsfyodor #bungoustraydogsfyodordostoyevsky #hot #hotboy #boy #cosplayerin #cosplayer #コスプレ#бунгострейдогс https://www.instagram.com/p/CAfLFRAq1uG/?igshid=28vzrqtw0uyq
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