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only the real equestrians remember horse land 🙄💅🏻

#horseland #horselover #old cartoons #horse #equestrian #horseback riding #horses

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I’m a little bit behind on my Christmas event, so I apologize. It’s going to be late but I’ll be posting them later today. And I’m sorry for the long wait 🫶🏻

#the inner demons

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Thinking about adding Haikyuu and Moriarty the Patriot to my blog just for fun.

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Pairing: Arthur Rimbaud x Fem!reader word count: 551 summary: You and Rimbaud went outside to build a snowman, despite the cold temperature warnings: none Tag list: @getousrep

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On a frigid winter morning, the air was crisp with the promise of snowflakes dancing from the sky. You and Rimbaud decided to embrace the wintry chill and engage in a quintessential activity: building a snowman.

The world outside was blanketed in pristine white, a canvas awaiting your creative touch. Rimbaud, bundled up in layers, his demeanor as tranquil as ever, reluctantly stepped into the cold with you. His breath formed misty clouds in the frosty air as he surveyed the snow-covered landscape.

As you both ventured into the snowy expanse, the muted sunlight filtering through the cloud-laden sky cast a soft glow on the winter wonderland. Rimbaud's calm presence seemed to resonate with the serene quietude of the snowy surroundings.

Finding the perfect spot, you and Rimbaud began crafting the base of your snowman. The snow, powdery and glistening, yielded easily to your hands as you packed it into a sturdy foundation. Rimbaud, his movements deliberate and unhurried, assisted with a gentle touch, his chilled fingers surprisingly adept at shaping the frosty form.

Conversation between you two flowed like a gentle stream, punctuated by the rhythmic sounds of snow compacting beneath your hands. Rimbaud, normally a man of few words, opened up about his fondness for the tranquility that winter brought. His voice, accompanied by the occasional sound of crunching snow, created a soothing melody in the wintry air.

As the snowman's midsection took shape, Rimbaud suggested adding a touch of whimsy. His idea was to use twigs for arms, giving the snowman a natural, rustic charm. With meticulous precision, he arranged the twigs, creating an illusion of movement frozen in time. The snowman, now adorned with a minimalist touch, seemed to exude Rimbaud's understated elegance.

With the final layer of snow, the snowman stood proudly in the winter landscape, a testament to your collaborative effort. Rimbaud, though perpetually cold, seemed warmed by the accomplishment, a faint smile gracing his usually tranquil features.

As you stood back to admire your creation, Rimbaud suggested adding a personal touch to the snowman's countenance. He carefully selected small stones and fashioned a pair of eyes that seemed to gaze thoughtfully into the distance. A tiny twig served as the snowman's mouth, and Rimbaud, in an unexpected burst of playfulness, sculpted a mischievous tilt to the snowman's snowy hat.

Completing the snowman felt like a triumph, a shared venture against the winter chill. Rimbaud's mellow demeanor had found a harmonious counterpart in the whimsical creation that now stood in the snowy landscape. The wintry scene, crafted with care and shared moments, embodied the essence of a serene winter day.

Rimbaud, though typically reserved, expressed his contentment with a rare, genuine smile. The cold that usually clung to him seemed momentarily thawed by the warmth of your shared endeavor. As you both retreated from the wintry tableau, leaving the snowman to guard the snowy expanse, Rimbaud's hand found yours, the chill now a testament to the winter's embrace.

The two of you walked back through the snow-covered landscape, leaving behind the whimsical creation that stood as a testament to your wintry camaraderie. The mellow tranquility of Rimbaud and the playful touch of the snowman seemed to merge into a seamless harmony, encapsulating the magic of a cold winter day spent building memories amidst the snowflakes.

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Pairing: Dazai Osamu and Chuuya Nakahara x Fem!reader word count: 868 summary: You decided to go Christmas caroling, but Dazai and Chuuya wouldn't stop fighting warnings: none Tag list: @getousrep

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The winter night unfolded like a tapestry of silver and indigo, the moon casting its gentle glow upon the silent streets adorned with a fresh blanket of snow. Bundled against the chill, you, Dazai, and Chuuya ventured forth on a Christmas caroling odyssey. The jingling of bells hung from your coats created a festive overture as you stepped into the crystalline night, carrying with you the promise of harmonious melodies and seasonal cheer. Little did you fathom that beneath the facades of Yuletide joy, a tempest of tensions swirled between Dazai and Chuuya.

The journey commenced with a harmonious promise as you approached the first house. The jingle of bells, like ethereal chimes, resonated with the winter silence. "Deck the Halls" emerged from the trio's lips, voices intertwining in a festive symphony. Yet, keen eyes could detect the subtle nuances in the exchanged glances between Dazai and Chuuya, a quiet prelude to the discord that loomed.

At the doorstep of the next house, the notes of "Jingle Bells" drifted into the night, but the harmony wavered as the camaraderie fractured. Beneath the surface of the festive melody, a clandestine bickering threatened to eclipse the joy. Chuuya's gaze bore a disapproving weight, met by Dazai's nonchalant shrug. The once seamless chorus now echoed with an undertone of unspoken disagreement.

The third house, an unsuspecting audience to the carolers, received the strains of "Silent Night" that carried a clandestine tension. Whispered arguments punctuated the serene melody, each word a sharp note in the air. Passersby, wrapped in scarves and coats, observed the trio, their obliviousness a stark contrast to the internal strife that played out.

A spirited rendition of "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" marked a turning point. The latent animosity between Dazai and Chuuya reached a crescendo, and the festive illusion threatened to shatter. Words, like icicles, hung in the frosty air, sharp and brittle. Yet, miraculously, the carol persisted, though the veneer of enthusiasm now bore the weight of unspoken grievances.

Approaching the next house, the animosity reached a zenith. "O Holy Night" became an ironic backdrop to their silent warfare, and "Joy to the World" felt like a distant echo of shared sentiment dissipating in the cold. The harmonious spirit of Christmas caroling transformed into a battleground, the strains of the carol now a mere backdrop to the snide remarks and simmering resentment.

The tension climaxed at the last house, where a silent agreement passed between Dazai and Chuuya. The finale, "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing," should have been a triumphant crescendo, yet the strained smiles and exchanged glances betrayed the tumult beneath the surface.

Retreating from the final doorstep, the trio navigated the snowy streets in a hushed atmosphere. The moonlight, which earlier bathed everything in a soft glow, now cast a somber hue on the night. The unresolved discord hung in the air like a lingering note, a poignant contrast to the picturesque scene around.

Silence prevailed until the trio reached home, where the frosty air seemed to mirror the unspoken tension. The moonlight, now filtered through frosted windows, illuminated Dazai and Chuuya's strained expressions. The unresolved differences, disguised beneath layers of caroling and festive trappings, cast a shadow over the night that should have been a celebration of harmony and joy.

Once inside, the silence lingered, echoing in the spacious room. The moonlight spilled through the windows, casting elongated shadows that mirrored the unresolved intricacies of the evening. Dazai, leaning against the wall, broke the silence. "Well, that was an interesting caroling adventure, wouldn't you say?"

Chuuya, his arms crossed, shot a sharp glance at Dazai. "Interesting? That was a disaster. I can't believe you had to turn every note into a competition."

Dazai, with a nonchalant grin, retorted, "Competition spices things up, don't you think? Adds a little drama to the festivities."

Chuuya, his irritation palpable, scoffed. "Drama? I thought we were here to spread holiday cheer, not engage in a verbal sparring match."

The room, now illuminated by the soft glow of the moon, became a stage for the verbal jousting between the two. The unresolved tension crackled in the air, creating an atmosphere that stood in stark contrast to the serene, festive expectations of the night.

You, caught in the crossfire of their verbal volleys, attempted to mediate. "Come on, guys. It's Christmas. Can't we just enjoy the night without turning it into a battlefield?"

Dazai, ever the provocateur, smirked. "Why not? A little drama never hurt anyone. Besides, it adds character to the otherwise mundane caroling tradition."

Chuuya, visibly exasperated, shook his head. "Character? This is not a play. It's a celebration of the season. Can't we at least agree on that?"

As the verbal spar continued, the moonlight continued to cast its soft glow upon the room, creating an otherworldly ambience. The unresolved tensions, though palpable, stood in stark contrast to the festive decorations that adorned the space.

The night, which started as a journey of caroling camaraderie, now concluded with a tableau of discord and disagreement. The moon, a silent witness, cast its gentle glow upon the room, a subtle reminder that even in the midst of celebration, unresolved differences could cast shadows over the festive spirit.

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Pairing: Fyodor Dostoevsky x Fem!reader word count: 363 summary: Fyodor takes you to see the Christmas lights around Moscow warnings: none Tag list: @getousrep

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The frigid embrace of Moscow's winter air wrapped around you and Fyodor as you embarked on an enchanting adventure through the city adorned in the splendor of Christmas lights. Fyodor had orchestrated a surprise evening to immerse you in the spellbinding beauty of Moscow's festive illumination.

Under the silver glow of the moon, the streets draped in a pristine coat of snow whispered tales of winter magic. Fyodor, with his tall and commanding presence, walked by your side, his violet eyes reflecting the soft radiance of the Christmas lights that adorned the city. The night promised a magical journey, and Fyodor's gaze held a mysterious allure that heightened the sense of anticipation.

The first stop on this captivating expedition was none other than the historic Red Square. As you approached, the iconic St. Basil's Cathedral emerged like a majestic ice palace. Its domes, adorned with a breathtaking array of twinkling lights in hues of red, green, and gold, transformed the architectural marvel into a mesmerizing spectacle that rivaled the stars above. Fyodor, his breath visible in the crisp air, squeezed your hand as you both stood in silent awe, taking in the dazzling display that seemed to defy the winter night.

"It's like something out of a fairytale, isn't it?" Fyodor's voice, a low and melodic timbre, resonated with the joy of the season.

You nodded, captivated by the radiance that enveloped the historical landmark. The lights seemed to pirouette in harmony with the delicate snowflakes that floated gently from the night sky, creating an ethereal dance of winter wonder.

Fyodor, his gloved hand still entwined with yours, led you through the snow-covered cobblestones, each step revealing a new tableau of luminous beauty. The avenues of Moscow glittered with a tapestry of lights, like celestial pathways guiding you through the heart of the city's festive spirit. The meticulous arrangement of lights on trees, lampposts, and buildings painted a landscape that seemed plucked from a dream.

The journey continued to Gorky Park, where the frozen lake reflected the brilliance of the lights like a mirror. The towering trees, now adorned with a kaleidoscope of colors, stood as silent witnesses to the festive transformation. Fyodor guided you towards a charming carousel, its lights casting a warm glow against the snowy canvas. Whimsical music and the laughter of children added to the symphony of the holidays.

As you and Fyodor boarded the carousel, the world around you transformed into a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of lights and laughter. The crisp air, laced with the scents of hot cocoa and roasted chestnuts, heightened the sensory experience. Fyodor's eyes met yours, a silent promise of shared joy and the magic that lingered in the moment.

The night unfolded as a captivating exploration of Moscow's neighborhoods, each one vying to outshine the other in a dazzling display of lights. Fyodor, his arm wrapped around you protectively, shared tales of Moscow's Christmas traditions and folklore, infusing the journey with cultural richness.

The grand finale awaited at the historic Bolshoi Theatre. The monumental building, a symbol of artistic excellence, now stood adorned with a cascade of lights that accentuated its architectural grandeur. Fyodor, a mischievous glint in his eyes, led you towards the entrance. As you ascended the grand staircase, the lights dimmed, and the façade of the theatre became a canvas for an enchanting light show.

Colors danced across the intricate details of the building, synchronized with festive melodies that echoed through the night. Fyodor, his expression a mix of satisfaction and delight, watched your reactions with unabashed joy. The lights, now painting the night sky with vibrant strokes, encapsulated the very essence of the season.

As the light show reached its crescendo, Fyodor turned to you with a tender smile. "Merry Christmas, my love," he whispered, his voice a warm embrace in the winter night.

The evening, a symphony of lights and shared moments, etched itself into the tapestry of your memories. Moscow, draped in its festive best, became the canvas for a magical journey orchestrated by Fyodor, your companion in this winter fairytale. The Christmas lights, now etched in your heart, whispered tales of love and enchantment as you and Fyodor embraced the magic of the season in the heart of Moscow's winter wonderland.

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Pairing: Ango x Fem!reader word count: 363 summary: You and Ango decided to decorate the mantel on the fireplace warnings: none Tag list: @getousrep

The fireplace exhaled warmth into the room, casting a golden glow that danced along the walls, a symphony of amber hues that cocooned the space in a tender embrace. You and Ango found yourselves on the precipice of a tranquil evening, the promise of Christmas beckoning with the eager anticipation of a shared ritual.

Ango, a pillar of unwavering support, disappeared into the storage room, reemerging with boxes that seemed to carry the very essence of Christmas past. The mantel, like a canvas yearning for the brushstrokes of holiday enchantment, awaited the alchemy of your collective creativity. The subtle hum of the heater, a harmony to the crackling fireplace, blended seamlessly with the ambient sounds of the season.

Boxes opened like treasure chests, revealing an array of ornaments that sparkled with the memories of yesteryear—miniature snow globes that whispered of winter's magic, delicate baubles that cradled the weight of shared traditions, and strands of tinsel that shimmered like strands of celestial stardust.

As you sifted through the glistening assortment, Ango's eyes became constellations of delight. "This one," he murmured, holding up a glass ornament adorned with intricate patterns, "has journeyed through generations in my family."

Together, you and Ango unfolded these treasures, each one a cherished artifact weaving a narrative of Christmases gone by. The air hummed with the excitement of possibilities as you gathered around the mantel, the heart of your home, ready to be adorned.

Ango's fingers moved with practiced grace, intertwining the strands of tinsel into a cascade that mimicked the gentle descent of snowflakes. Your hands cradled delicate baubles, each one a vessel holding the essence of Christmas. Ango's voice, a comforting baritone, wove through the air as he shared anecdotes of childhood Christmases, the ornaments serving as portals to those cherished moments.

In the collaborative spirit, you and Ango painted a vision for the mantel—a symphony of rich hues, red and green intermingled with touches of gold, an homage to timeless elegance. As you arranged the ornaments, Ango's hands moved in synchrony with yours, the mantel evolving into a tapestry of festive wonder.

A string of twinkling lights appeared in Ango's hands, their soft luminescence casting an ethereal glow upon the tableau. The room, bathed in the warm hues of the fireplace and the gentle twinkle of lights, metamorphosed into a haven steeped in holiday magic, a sanctuary where time seemed to pause.

In the midst of this decorating reverie, Ango unearthed a delicate nativity scene, an heirloom passed down through generations. Placing it amidst the festive display, a hushed reverence descended upon the room. The mantel, now adorned, held not only the promise of holiday revelry but also a sacred space where tradition and love intersected.

As the final ornament found its designated place, you and Ango stood back, surveying the mantel—a testament to shared creativity and the magic of togetherness. Ango's eyes, alight with pride, met yours, and a shared smile conveyed the unspoken joy of crafting a space infused with the spirit of Christmas.

Amid the glow of the decorated mantel, the room settled into a cocoon of tranquility. Your little 18-month-old boy, nestled in his slumber, remained undisturbed by the festive symphony that had unfolded around him. The occasional crackling of the fire and the muted exchange of words formed a lullaby, wrapping the room in a tender embrace.

Hand in hand, you and Ango sank into the couch, the mantel now a masterpiece that transcended mere decoration. The room, now a sanctuary of Yuletide charm, echoed with the subtle sounds of the season—the crackle of the fire, the distant jingle of bells, and the hushed whispers of shared joy.

The exchange of glances between you and Ango held stories of tradition, companionship, and the timeless enchantment of Christmas. And as the flames flickered, casting dancing shadows upon the mantel, your little one stirred, eyes fluttering open to the sight of the adorned room.

Gently cradling him in your arms, you and Ango formed a cozy cocoon around the infant. The room, now bathed in the soft radiance of the mantel, became a tableau of familial warmth. With a collective sigh, you reveled in the serenity of the moment, a quiet celebration of love, tradition, and the magic that only a carefully adorned mantel could conjure.

And so, nestled on the couch, the three of you became a living diorama—a family surrounded by the glow of a meticulously decorated mantel, the flickering flames, and the harmonious whispers of the season.

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Pairing: Sigma x Fem!reader word count: 363 summary: You and Sigma wanted your first Christmas together as a couple to be something special. warnings: none Tag list: @getousrep

The elevator doors whispered open, unveiling the zenith of the towering edifice. A cavalcade of emotions surged within as you stepped forth into this new chapter, entwined with Sigma, an arcane allure seeping into the very air. The emptiness of the nascent abode, a tableau awaiting its narrative, pulsed with both promise and trepidation.

Crossing the threshold, the starkness of four unadorned walls and scattered boxes beckoned transformation. Sigma, a steadfast presence, enveloped you, a silent covenant murmured, "This space shall metamorphose into the sanctum of our shared journey."

In the midst of unpacking, a vision unfurled—a maiden Christmas in tandem. The notion of adorning the tree sparked a shared alchemy. Seated side by side, you and Sigma choreographed a spectacle, opting for a theme redolent of classic opulence: white and gold ornaments cascading like astral echoes, punctuated by the glittering promise of stars.

Yet, Sigma, ever the visionary, proposed an infusion of modernity, a dance of silver and gold, a chromatic crescendo. Amid deliberations, a synthesis emerged, a harmonious union of tradition and contemporary flair.

The day of festooning arrived, a collaborative ballet where you and Sigma pirouetted with ornaments, laughter an ephemeral cadence. In the denouement, the tableau that materialized garnered Sigma's accolades for your deft touch—a room transformed into an alchemical tapestry of shared effort.

A clandestine revelation awaited—an ancient box of Christmas memories Sigma unearthed. Photographs, like spectral whispers from times past, proposed as additions to the adorned tree. In contemplation, you reveled in the final tableau, Sigma intertwining fingers, professing his elation at sharing this Yuletide tapestry.

Sigma crowned the arboreal masterpiece, the zenith adorned with a celestial star. As you both stood in reflection, Sigma, his voice a sonorous lament, mused on the profundity of your inaugural Christmas. A kiss, a benediction tenderly bestowed, sealed this moment, exchanging wishes of a Merry Christmas and declarations of love.

Retiring to the couch, the resonance of the season enveloped you both. In this shared haven, decorated with the vestiges of nostalgia and the allure of the contemporary, you embraced the unfolding joy of your first Christmas together, a chapter etched in the tapestry of celestial unions.

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If you’d like to be tagged in certain fics, please let me know so I can do that!

Welcome to my 2023 Christmas event! As the name suggests, there are 25 days of Christmas, which means 25 days of just wholesome winter-themed fics and free therapy for the Holidays

Reblogs, likes, comments, and general interactions are very much appreciated!

Rules & More Information ❅ All fics are SFW, however this blog is generally made for NSFW and dark content, so minors do not interact please!!! ❅ If you would like NSFW content, I will not be taking requests while the event is still going, but my inbox is still open for thirsts that I'd be more than happy to answer! ❅ The reader is going to be afab in all of these fics because it's easier for me to write it that way. ❅ Requests are closed because I have most of the fics in the queue. December is going to be a little bit hectic due to me being a full-time university student with a job, so I won't have much time for requests. I also ask for your patience, too because there will be a lot going on. ❅ All fics will be BSD ❅ Some will be longer than others depending on how much time I have to write them. ❅ Everything will be linked here when it's posted!

Fic List ↓

Tree Decorating -> Sigma

Mantel Decorating -> Ango Sakaguchi

Christmas Caroling -> Dazai Osamu & Chuuya Nakahara

Watching Christmas Lights -> Fyodor Dostoevsky

Building a Snowman -> Arthur Rimbaud

Ice Skating -> Atsushi Nakajima

Sledding -> Nikolai Gogol

Hallmark Movies -> Paul Verlaine

Matching Sweaters -> Oda Sakunoske

Gift Wrapping -> Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Putting Up Christmas Lights -> Arthur Rimbaud

Setting Up the Nativity -> Kunikida Doppo

Building a Gingerbread House -> Dazai Osamu

Baking -> Ranpo Edogawa

Cuddling by the Fire -> Sigma

Christmas Dinner -> Tetchou Suehiro

Seeing Santa -> Chuuya Nakahara

Christmas Cards -> Edgar Allen Poe

Letters to Santa -> Paul Verlaine

Reading -> Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Snowball Fight -> Oda Sakunosuke

Christmas Shopping -> Edgar Allen Poe

Cookie Decorating -> Ranpo Edogawa

Putting Presents Away -> Nikolai Gogol

Celebrating with family and friends -> Fyodor Dostoevsky

#the inner demons #bungou sd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs manga #bsd anime #bsd x reader #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd spoilers #bungo stray dogs season 4

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I just wanna put it out there that having trauma doesn't justify writing shit like characters x minor character. I just saw a fucked up post by @kittiesmeow where Fyodor and other characters are abusers. These post don't help those with trauma as they claim, it only invites other predators. If people could help mass ban this account and remove their posts, it would be great.

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Welcome to my 2023 Christmas event! As the name suggests, there are 25 days of Christmas, which means 25 days of just wholesome winter-themed fics and free therapy for the Holidays

Reblogs, likes, comments, and general interactions are very much appreciated!

Rules & More Information ❅ All fics are SFW, however this blog is generally made for NSFW and dark content, so minors do not interact please!!! ❅ If you would like NSFW content, I will not be taking requests while the event is still going, but my inbox is still open for thirsts that I'd be more than happy to answer! ❅ The reader is going to be afab in all of these fics because it's easier for me to write it that way. ❅ Requests are closed because I have most of the fics in the queue. December is going to be a little bit hectic due to me being a full-time university student with a job, so I won't have much time for requests. I also ask for your patience, too because there will be a lot going on. ❅ All fics will be BSD ❅ Some will be longer than others depending on how much time I have to write them. ❅ Everything will be linked here when it's posted!

Fic List ↓

Tree Decorating -> Sigma

Mantel Decorating -> Ango Sakaguchi

Watching Christmas Lights -> Fyodor Dostoevsky

Christmas Caroling -> Dazai Osamu & Chuuya Nakahara

Building a Snowman -> Arthur Rimbaud

Ice Skating -> Atsushi Nakajima

Sledding -> Nikolai Gogol

Hallmark Movies -> Paul Verlaine

Matching Sweaters -> Oda Sakunoske

Gift Wrapping -> Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Putting Up Christmas Lights -> Arthur Rimbaud

Setting Up the Nativity -> Kunikida Doppo

Building a Gingerbread House -> Dazai Osamu

Baking -> Ranpo Edogawa

Cuddling by the Fire -> Sigma

Christmas Dinner -> Tetchou Suehiro

Seeing Santa -> Chuuya Nakahara

Christmas Cards -> Edgar Allen Poe

Letters to Santa -> Paul Verlaine

Reading -> Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Snowball Fight -> Oda Sakunosuke

Christmas Shopping -> Edgar Allen Poe

Cookie Decorating -> Ranpo Edogawa

Putting Presents Away -> Nikolai Gogol

Celebrating with family and friends -> Fyodor Dostoevsky

#25 days of christmas #the inner demons #bungou sd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs manga #bsd anime #bsd x reader #bsd spoilers #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs season 4 #bsd #bsd atsushi #bsd chuuya #bsd ranpo #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bungo stray dogs headcanons

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Someone left a rat on my doorstep with a note that read "Heres Fyodor for ya, шлюха" and idk what to do with it💀

#it's a cat toy but he's not for the cats #slipping him into my pocket and loving him <3 #pretty sure it was my sister though #don't you have better things to do?

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happy thanksgiving i love you all lets take turns making out with tongue with each other

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Looking at my boyfriend's mother's confused face while I'm running through the kitchen with a hot turkey and a whole lot of Vodka while trying to converse in Russian..... Happy Thanksgiving

#I'm still learning to speak in russian #Stop judging me i'm trying to make dinner and socialize #did i say something wrong or does she think i'm crazy? #the inner demons

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So like, is anyone going to make a fallen angel Chuuya fic any time soon? Cause I refuse to get that one scene of Chuuya with wings in StormBringer out of my head 😗

Please, I need him 😭

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literally the most hilarious thing when 15 year olds try hitting on you asking what color your underwear is. Like bitch I’m blocking you from my social media cuz wtf 😭

#the inner demons

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A Birthday to Remember

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoevsky x Fem!reader word count: 346 summary: You and Fyodor didn't do anything too crazy for his birthday. Well, except for one thing. . . warnings: mentions of pregnancy A/n: A late birthday fic for my favorite whore, as promised <3

You pace around the living room, the phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you straighten the scattered cushions on the couch.

"Mom, it was quite a different kind of day, to say the least."

"Did he take you out to do anything fun for his birthday yesterday?" Your mother's voice carries a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

You chuckle, thinking back to the events of the previous day. "No, he didn’t. But you know what he did do?" There's a pause, a slight hesitation before you reveal the news that's both thrilling and daunting.

"He got me something unexpected." Your voice carries a mix of surprise and a hint of incredulity.

There's a moment of silence on the other end before your mother’s voice fills the line, tinted with concern. "Oh, dear. What did he get you?"

You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to unveil the unexpected turn of events. "He... well, let's just say he gifted us with a little surprise."

The words hang in the air, pregnant with revelation. And then your mother's tone shifts, her gasp barely concealed. "Wait, do you mean...?"

You nod, forgetting she can't see you. "Yep, that’s right. I’m going to be a mom."

Excitement and worry intermingle in her voice. "Oh, darling, that's wonderful news! But are you sure you're ready for this?"

You nod, more for yourself than for her benefit. "It's a lot to process, Mom, but we’ll figure it out. Fyodor's been surprisingly calm about it all. He’s... supportive."

"I’m sure you both will handle it beautifully," she assures you, her motherly warmth easing your nerves.

"I hope so," you reply, a mix of emotions flooding your mind.

After exchanging a few more thoughts and assurances, you hang up, still trying to wrap your head around the sudden shift in your life's trajectory. But there's a glimmer of excitement amidst the uncertainty—a new journey with Fyodor, a path you're about to embark on together.

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