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clemenlush · 5 months

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he has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces

#happy bday to him #bsd #bsd fanart #bungou stray dogs #digital art #fanart #bsd manga #bsd au #fyodor fanart #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd

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candiedfright · 2 months

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#bsd fanart #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #candied art #happy bday to my love... i'll pour him his fave tea and feed him fig desserts and kiss him all over his pretty face

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dazaistabletop · 8 months

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Idk what to focus on sweater Chuuya or hot Mori or flannel Aku or the fact that they all look genuinely happy or-

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flyolai-brainrot · 16 days

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i can't believe nikolai invented boops today

#happy bday jester boy #he's my blorbo #boop #boops #nikolai #nikolai gogol #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanart #fanart #my art #silly #april fools #i rushed tf out of this so plz pretend tysm #bungou stray dogs

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niclepto · 7 months

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Happy Birthday Jouno🌸

#jouno saigiku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #happy birthday #bday art #fanart #digital art

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lovereadandwrite · 16 days

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Happy Easter from Nikolai & his DOA chicks🐣🐰🪺

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y-akkun · 9 months

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he's happy and nothing bad ever happens to him

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muttalert · 5 months

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gift art for a certain @tonysaintborgi!!!!!!

#awoo #furry #furry art #gay furry #dog #doggy drawing #HAPPY BDAY DUDE!!!!!!

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yangjeongin · 2 years

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your year in every color . . . happy birthday KIM SEUNGMIN!

#seungmin #stray kids #bystay #createskz #staysource #malegroupsnet #kim seungmin #*gif #*ccarly #*seungmin #*carly:seungmin #*series:bday22 #i hate that this is the set i spent the least time on and yet #i like it better than either of last week's this is so sad #jeong's is still my fav #BUT at least i like this one....#rly did it all in one day. never again #i say knowing i'll do the same thing w chan's bc i have just over a week's break until his now #ANYWAY ENOUGH COMPLAINING happy bday seungmin world's funniest dog hope u have an amazing day beloved

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dailybrittanysnowpics · 6 days

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#brittany snow #charlie snow #happy bday #cute dog

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verlaines-corner-archive · 1 year

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Verlaine. Verlaines arms. Just. Arms. His. I want him to choke me , I want to claw at his forearms and see them bleed. See the muscles flex as he uses his ability or punches smth, bite into it.

Pull off his gloves and kiss his fingers , he wants to pull away, he killed so many with those hands , he thinks you shouldn't touch smth so. Vile , but they're soft with how he takes care of them. Holding pinkies with him when you see him zone out in public, bad thoughts again. Just ground him with the smallest touch. Feel hid arms wrap around you whole in a hug , hold you tight , as if you were going to leave. Are they hot, are they cold to touch, bigger than yours or more slender?

Thoughts?

First of all:

☆ Verlaine’s arms are so fucking strong I just know it. Despite his build Paul is an absolute powerhouse of physical strength and his arms absolutely reflect that. Big and you can see the way his muscles move whenever he does anything and god he could probably lift you up with one hand even without his ability. And he is such a cunt about it all too, especially during sex. He’s using his strength to his advantage to hold you down or maybe yeah choke you (though he’s a little hesitant to do this, especially at first).

☆ On a more tender note however, he is incredibly gentle when touching you in general. Paul is all too aware of just how dangerous he is, how a singular touch from him could kill you within seconds, and though he's all but mastered his ability I think there is a constant hesitation in every single touch, a fear of accidently loosing control [not that he would, of course, but Paul is anything if not full of self doubt].

☆ Which is also very worth mentioning, by the by. While Verlaine has a very odd relationship with pride [to put it politely] and he firmly believes that his touch taints you. Not because he's an assassin or killer, but because he simply isn't human. Lines of code don't deserve such gentle touches and he fails to believe he could give them either. He's, as you said, vile, wholly undeserving and incapable of either giving or receiving love.

☆ Which is very very wrong, of course, but the process to showing him that requires a lot of patience. Hand kisses [or hand touches in general] are an excellent way to start though. Like you said they're grounding, tethering him to the moment and reminding him that there is someone who cares for him.

☆ Verlaine is constantly alone I think, there's really no changing this, no getting rid of the isolation that comes with being, well, a program, but your touches help lessen it. Feeling your fingers on his, seeing the way you kiss the small scars littering his hands, the way you reach out for him almost unthinkingly while walking together, it all builds up over time and it results in a feeling of almost peace. There'll always the an urge to pull away, but it becomes miniscule over time.

☆ Paul's love of you starts to cause him to love himself, because if you can touch him with such gentleness and fondness then maybe there really is something there worth it all, and it manifests in his touch first. No longer hesitant, he places his hands on your body with confidence and reverence and with enough time it leads to him fully accepting your own affections too. Paul simply has to learn to properly give before that can happen, but your touch and love inspires him to - at the very least - try.

☆ Appearance wise, Verlaine's hands look strong, sturdy. Never seen shaking or anything like that, they move with purpose and grace, elegant like a bowstring and just as strong. His hands are veiny and rather big, though slightly slender in shape. Paul's fingers are long and skilled, with filed down nails and he often wears clear nail polish. There are also undoubtably several scars on them too, though for the most part they're very small, with the most notable one being a scar that goes from between his ring/middle finger and down the back of his hand, extending to his elbow. Other features worth mentioning are a mole on his right wrist and small burn scare on his right pointer finger [he says it's from something cool but he accidently touch the kettle while it was boiling]. Temperature wise his hands are very warm and nice.

#✧ library shelves ✧#darling noodles ♡#happy bday again verlaine hehe #bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #verlaine x reader #bsd verlaine #paul verlaine

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kuni-kuun · 2 years

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[Kndz Royalty AU] Sigh. Dazai does this on purpose

#this will come with a comic next time #i just havent made it yet #BTW HAPPY BDAY KUNIKIDA LOVE OF MY LIFE THE MOST PATHETIC MAN ALIVE #not a day passes where i am not thinking of you #bungou stray dogs #kunikida #kunikida doppo #bsd #kunikidazai #bungou stray dogs kunikida #dazai #dazai osamu #kunikida x dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungou gay dogs #bungou sd

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xpxpxp13 · 4 months

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Armed dectective agency: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAZAI!!

Dazai: Fuck! I survived yet another year.

#bsd dazai #incorrect quotes #bsd manga #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #armed detective agency #happy bday #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #bsd yosano

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chupenguin · 3 months

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I'll be the man my father never was (extra)

[Remember the dadzai fic being in hiatus?? Well, here's a small part of what I had planned, posting it for @imsofrancey bday!! Have an amazing day!!!]

December 2022

Nights like this are getting less usual with each passing day.

Now, Dazai doesn’t call for a helping hand, only so he can drink himself to sleep in a bar down the streets of his city.

Adam is right about what think, he should burn the desire to drink and drown with something else that soothes his mind and, with a little try and error, walking around was found to be the answer.

So, Dazai becomes an elderly man, strolling around the city with hands in his pockets. His fingers twitch, aching to hold a cigarette, but he pushes that to the back of his mind as well, and keeps walking in the dead of the cold winter night.

Would you stay for Christmas? Chuuya asked two days ago.

We’ll leave once winter is over.

Like some kind of princess trapped inside the hut in the goods, or a pirate condemned to take refuge in the port during the months the ocean was ungovernable.

Their tug of war of offering Dazai and Atsushi to stay and not being able to leave, had been going on since September and maybe, by this time, Dazai didn’t really wanted to keep playing.

It’s late when Dazai comes back from his walk, later than he had planned when he told Chuuya about heading out for a while. He needed to clear his mind, to walk around an empty city, thinking about nothing and allowing his feet to take him wherever his body wanted.

With all the complaints he had at first, Dazai is glad when he opens the door of Chuuya’s apartment. If he was still alone, he would have paced around the house, digging his nails too deep into brittle skin as he tried to ground himself. With Chuuya home, he can leave for a walk, knowing that Atsushi is safe and sound, without having to call and bother one of his friends or coworkers.

Balancing everything is easier now, and Dazai knows that without Chuuya here, his bad habits would knock on the door much louder than they already do.

“Chuuya?” he calls softly, but the apartment remains silent as he takes off his shoes. Three pairs of shoes align by the door now. Atsushi's ones are more for the show than anything but, in these past weeks, Chuuya had bought enough baby shoes to fill a room.

“He’ll walk soon”, he said last night. “I can feel it.”

The tiniest doc martens Dazai had ever seen seem to be his favorite ones, and that are the ones in the genkan. Maybe Atsushi and Chuuya went for a walk too, sooner in the afternoon.

There is no sign of Chuuya in the living room or in the kitchen. Maybe for once he dragged himself to bed early, not waiting for Dazai to come back. He doesn’t blame him, work and taking care of both Atsushi and Dazai, is a draining thing to do. Not even Chuuya and all his energy can keep the rhythm with the kind of life they have now.

“You’re asleep?” The door to Chuuya –their– room opens, just to find an empty bed, and that’s strange, because there’s no sound coming from the bathroom, and the small balcony door is closed. “Slug?”

Chuuya may be short, but not enough to disappear inside the apartment. And much less left it unattended. The only ones in the room are the cats, sleeping peacefully in an empty bed.

“Did you fall asleep in the brat’s room?” opening the door slowly, in case the kid is sleeping, Dazai walks into the next room. Feet light against the carpet and tiptoeing around toys. “Chuuya?”

He asks again, because Chuuya is not occupying the rocking chair.

“Where are-,” oh. “Hi...”

Dazai gets his answer when he approaches the crib to see Atsushi.

“Found you.”

He should laugh at the vision of Chuuya fitting inside a crib, but instead of that Dazai’s heart melts with affection at the way his partner embraces Atsushi. The kid is holding onto the adult´s shirt, melted in his arms in a sleep that looks deep and comfortable.

Atsushi has a tendency to fall asleep holding onto something.

And a tendency for waking up when someone makes him let go from that something.

Dazai can see it, Chuuya rooking the baby in his arms until he was quietly snoring, and climbing into the crib when he realized that he wasn’t letting go of his finger. Anything to not wake him up.

“Someone’s back is not going to be happy about this tomorrow,” short and small and everything, Chuuya is curled into a pretzel to fit inside the crib. “Sleep well dear.”

And then, he heads for his own spot in Chuuya’s cold bed.

A loud sound blasting through the baby monitor wakes him up a few hours later. Dazai opens his eyes and jumps from the bed so quickly that he’s not even half awake when he bursts Atsushi’s door open, rushing into the room like a hurricane.

He freezes in the spot the moment he realizes what’s happening.

It wasn’t a cry that woke him up, no.

It was a laugh, crystal clear and filling the room in a way that makes the static in Dazai’s brain go away.

Well, more like two laughs.

Atushi's giggles, clear and happy and so full of life, make a strange contrast with Chuuya laugh, deep and a little ugly. But Dazai always found the way Chuuya laughed charming, even if it was loud and a little bit crooked.

They're still sitting inside the crib, Atsushi on Chuuya's lap, who keeps ticking the baby's sides, making him burst with happy noises for the first time in the morning.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Chuuya says, looking at him from his spot in the crib. Dazai expected to find him ashamed or blushing because of it, but he looks pretty content with his sleeping spot of choice for the night. “Morning.”

“Good morning...”

“Say morning to dad Sushi,” and he grabs Atsushi's little arm, making the kid wave at him.

“Papa!” Atsushi makes grabby hands at him and Dazai’s legs finally answer, walking toward the crib so he can pick up the kid. “Papa!”

“Papa looks weird,” Chuuya jumps out of the crib without problem, stretching like a cat in the sun. Dazai decided to ignore the cracking sound Chuuya’s bones make, too focused on the sight for a few seconds before that. “Everything is fine?”

Chuuya’s hand rests on his arm, warm and secure. It's not a firm grip, he just places them against his cold skin, and Dazai shivers at the touch. Or maybe, it’s the soft look in Chuuya's eyes that makes him shiver.

With morning light sneaking in the room, Chuuya’s eyes are magical, light dancing over the mismatched colors. He looks happy and relaxed, and, when he tiptoes to kiss the corner of Dazai’s mouth, Dazai indulges.

“A little under the weather, that’s all,” there’s no point in lying to Chuuya and, as much as seeing him and the kid together cheering him up, last night's episode has Dazai trying to find balance once more. “The walk helped.”

“I’m glad then,” glad that it wasn’t a bottle of sake or a razor that did the trick. Glad Dazai was learning how to deal with everything in healthier ways. “Breakfast?”

He doesn’t push it, Chuuya doesn’t ask when Dazai doesn’t tell.

Chuuya bops Atsushi’s nose, who laughs again, trying to reach for him again.

“No buddy, you already stole him from me the whole night,” Atsushi is so easy to distract, the moment he talks, his attention is back in Dazai. “Stealing other’s man from such a young age, what are we going to so with you?”

Dazai nuzzles his nose against Atsushi’s chubby cheek, who keeps laughing. He's such a happy kid, easy going and bright. He's everything Dazai wasn’t when he was younger, he hopes he can keep growing up like this.

“I wonder who he learnt that from,” Chuuya says, still on his tiptoes. “Sounds like a classic Mackerell move.”

“I never stole anyone’s girl,” he protests, pouting a breath away from Chuuya’s mouth. “And I didn’t steal you either.”

Chuuya came to him in his own stupid accord.

“You’re lucky my taste in men is as bad as your posture,” and then, with a last impulse, he finally gives Dazai a proper good morning kiss. Chuuya's lips are warm against his, and Dazai can feel the small smile that takes shape against his mouth. “You need to shave.”

Chuuya complains with their lips still pressed together and, in revenge, Dazai bites his bottom lip.

“Only if you do it for me.”

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #skk #soukoku #fanfic #chu writes #atsushi nakajima #dadzai #dazai dad au #everyone say Li happy bday

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purple-lake · 5 months

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