#fnaf bsd crossover

[scooped--withnothing--tolose]

"Let me die… while I'm still human."

"My name? Michael Afton, although you can just call me Mike."

"My age is… unimportant."

"He/It/Rot/Gear/Gut/Bleed/Tear/Fang"

"Don't worry about my… unique skin colour. Everything is fine."

Quite the odd creature, having moved from the US to Yokohama, heavily weighed down by something dark and nebulous from his past and with many regrets. Maybe he can have a fresh start and avoid a tragic fate…

HIII!!! it's the mod, @respiratory-kristem!!! decided to try my hand at aNOTHER crossover blog, i thought it would be funny, this time with michael afton!! might be OOC since im a michael afton fictionkin, and will be playing him based on my mems and the way i behaved in source :p. also crossover with BSD!!

general DNIs, no NSFW but flirty/suggestive jokes are okay!!

timeline is post-scooping but pre pizzeria simulator, so he hasnt. died in a fire. he's just come out of the sister location traumatised :D

all art used is by imleesan on instagram unless otherwise stated!!!

@the-fallen-collective

@lemon-reef @star-seeking-stray @fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency @yumereblogs @duckduckgoose-exe @evvwenthome

@trashlike

[omerseyfofan]

lol five nights at fedya's

[ashialitbear]

Ginger team :D

[timefospookies]

so. fnaf x bsd anyone?

“A reopened case, huh?”

As Dazai spun around on his chair, scanning the pictures in his hand, Atsushi glanced at the files laid before him.

“And so far out of town!”

“The woman who hired us paid a very hefty amount of money for us to go take a look,” Kunikida stated as he flipped through his own documents. “It’s a missing persons case, from over a decade ago. Children. The victims were presumed dead, though their bodies were never found.”

“And neither was their killer, I take it?”

Kunikida nodded grimly as Dazai puffed out a sigh. The poet offered the documents to his partner and he took it gingerly.

“It’ll be our job to find out who did it, then” the bandaged man said.

“This is terrible,” Atsushi muttered, horrified.

“Tell me about it,”

Dazai tapped on the table as he half heartedly read through each paper, expressionless. His protégé, on the other hand, looked visibly disturbed, and could feel the sweat soaking through his dress shirt. He shakily reached for a glass of water on his desk to swallow down his dread. Suddenly, with an exaggerated groan, Dazai hopped off his seat and whined as he stretched.

“Well, I suppose we should pack and get going then!” 

“Right,” said the poet, as he absentmindedly scratched his lip, “Pack for about a week or so, and we’ll meet at the station tomorrow morning. Be sure to do your research,”

Then he added, much more sourly,

“That means you, Dazai.”

The bandaged man perked up, eyes wide in indignation.

“Huhh? Homework?” he protested, “You’re not a teacher anymore, you know!”

“Shut it!” Kunikida said through gritted teeth, stiffer than usual, "This case is particular because it hasn’t been touched for years. So be sure to prepare properly if you plan to be of use, damn it!”

Dazai pouted but seized to press the matter further, opting to pick up the files on Atsushi’s desk instead. He tapped on the young man’s head with the folder, snapping him out of his absentminded spiral.

“Hey, Atsushi, you free? We could study together,” the man grinned.

“Ah! Yes, of course…”

And so, while Kunikida dedicated himself to his own independent research, Atsushi stumbled after Dazai as they headed down to Uzumaki Café. ---

“Keep an eye out for when we exit the plane,” Kunikida said, “Our client should be waiting to take us to the scene.”

The other two men nodded. Their client, Atsushi recalled, was Kira Breed-Wrisley, an American immigrant who came to settle in Japan with her daughter, Charlotte.

“What a curious choice,” Dazai muttered, back at the café.

Atsushi glanced up from the documents they’d gathered and cocked his head in confusion.

“What do you mean?” 

“Oh, Atsushi, you sweet oblivious soul,”

The boy arched an eyebrow almost involuntarily.

“Think,” his mentor cooed, leaning in, “why would she decide to move all the way from the US to Japan, of all places? Business women weren’t a very welcome sight here back in the 80s, you know? Hell, they still aren’t now… but Dr. Yosano can tell you all about that feminist stuff,”

“S-Sure,”

That’s right. The scene they were sent to investigate…it had been a restaurant co-owned by Breed-Wrisley herself. A family pizza place with friendly animal mascots that wowed the public with their fun-inviting nature. Well, that and the fact that their entertainers were highly complex robots, for the time anyway. 

Atsushi took a second to arrange his thoughts.

“Well, Japan has been known to be very technologically advanced in the past…” he mused, “So, maybe Mrs. Breed-Wrisley moved here so she could create better robots with the best materials available?”

Dazai hummed, satisfied. He plopped back down on his seat.

“Very good,” he said.

From what they found, though, she hadn’t originally intended for her creations to be made for a restaurant.

Dazai read off a news article,

“Upon being interviewed, Mr. Cawthon claimed he ‘saw great genius and value in her work’ and ‘suggested it must be brought to light, so after tossing around some ideas, [they] decided on a family diner’.”

He slid the paper towards Atsushi.

“How charming!” he said, “Englishmen, am I right?”

William Cawthon, also an immigrant, was in charge of the finances of the business, while Breed-Wrisley focused more on the entertainment and management. He was a rather plain man, and single father of two boys. He also has been missing for the last 16 years or so. 

When the three detectives got off the plane their search for their client began. Kunikida tried to reach her with his phone, but didn’t have much luck with the connection. Dazai, on the other hand, would run off every chance he got to snoop around the airport stores, leaving Atsushi in charge of both his and his mentor’s luggage. And babysitting duty. 

“Mr. Dazai, please could we move along? I’ve already lost sight of Mr. Kunikida,” he urged.

He tried to grab hold of the man’s arm, but he was slippery with his movements. 

“Atsushi, look! A survival handbook! Do you think if I reverse engineer it, I could find some new method-”

“Dazai!”

Upon hearing that call, Atsushi wearily looked over his shoulder at Kunikida, who approached them at a dangerously rapid speed. The man zipped past him and gripped his partner’s shoulder with little trouble, shaking the book out of his hands.

“You idiot, what the hell is your problem?!” he yelled, “You can’t go running off! Need I remind you that we’re on a serious case?!”

“Ah, Kunikida, I was planning on buying that…” 

“Enough! We don’t have time to slack off! Now get your luggage and act like a grown-up for once!”

“Having a child-like spirit is quite good for you, you know?” Dazai announced, “If you don’t allow yourself to relax every once in a while, you’ll get chronic conditions at an early age,”

Kunikida twitched with sudden interest, taken aback.

“S-Seriously?”

Dazai nodded slowly and wisely as he gestured at the man’s pocket. 

Oh boy…, Atsushi thought as Kunikida reached for his notebook and began to write it down. Dazai watched over his shoulder with a smirk, when the realization hit his partner.

“W-Wait, why you!”

A swift and hard hit to the head left the bandaged man writhing in pain on the floor.

“Agh! What was that for?! I wasn’t lying!” “You can’t fool me, you little-”

As their squabbling went on, Atsushi felt uncomfortably aware of the amount of people staring at them and began to fear their client might be somewhere in that crowd. He looked at his watch and began to squirm. Had they agreed on a meeting time? Or place? Kunikida didn’t mention either. Could he have forgotten? Could the client have forgotten?

“Um, hey…you guys?” he stammered.

“What?!” Kunikida snapped, holding Dazai limp under his chokehold.

Atsushi swallowed hard as he gingerly pointed over his shoulder. 

“Sh-Shouldn’t we, y…y’know,”

The poet didn’t have time to answer as his phone began to ring. He was immediately on his feet as he tossed Dazai to the side, now completely composed and focused on the call.

“Mrs. Breed-Wrisley,” he said. “Yes, we have arrived. I apologize for not contacting you earlier, we haven’t been able to reach you. Yes. Of course. We’ll be right there, please excuse us.”

As he snapped his phone shut, he looked Atsushi in the eye.

“Let’s go,” ---

“Again, I am so sorry for not planning this out earlier. I’m…not very good with organization,”

They found themselves at the airport café sitting before their client. 

“It’s not a problem, madam,” Kunikida assured her, “We’re here now,”

So this was Kira Breed-Wrisley, the genius robotics engineer. With how much Kunikida insisted they be on guard around her, the woman who sat before them wasn’t at all like what Atsushi had expected. She was so small she looked almost ill, and though she must’ve only been in her early 50s, her braided hair had nearly completely grayed. It was hard to hear her over the airport chatter because of how softly she spoke- each sentence she uttered was accompanied by gentle gestures of her bruised, scraped hands (Atsushi wondered how they'd gotten to that state). He knew it had been years, so of course her physical state wasn’t going to mirror her past actions, but still, if he didn’t already know about it, Atsushi could’ve never guessed she’d just been released from a fifteen year aggravated assault sentence. The only traces he could see in her that could’ve hinted at it was that though she smiled and chuckled during their polite chatter, behind her glasses sat a pair of dull, dark eyes- devoid of light, like they’d seen too much.  

“I can’t thank you enough for coming all the way out here,” she said quietly, “I apologize in advance for every inconvenience.”

“Please, you’re doing us a favor,” Dazai cooed, “It’s always nice to visit new places! So much to see and learn…surely you know a few places?”

He flashed a charming smile and Kunikida eyed his partner as a warning. No flirting with the clients. Or else. Dazai sighed off the telepathic threat and sat back on his chair.

“Harikēn isn’t too eventful I’m afraid,” she replied, “But I do hope you enjoy your stay. The housing offer still stands, if you ever wish to change your mind,”

Kunikida stopped her with a wave of his hand.

“We appreciate the offer, but we wouldn’t want to burden you,”

“You’re too kind,” she whispered with a bow of her head.

She sat up straight and observed the three for a moment. Was she analyzing them? Her eyes seemed so sad.

“I realize I haven’t formally introduced myself to your partners,” she said suddenly, “Though you probably already know all about me. Either way, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person,”

Atsushi chimed in with a start.

“Right! I’m Atsushi Nakajima. Nice to meet you!”

“Osamu Dazai, at your service,”

“Mr. Nakajima, Mr. Dazai,” she repeated, “Thank you both. Shall we go?”

“Right,” 

---

They followed the small woman to her equally small car and on the ride to the location, she gave them a little run down of the case (though they wouldn’t dare interrupt her to remind her that they already knew all the details). 

“It was over the span of two weeks,” she recalled, her voice nearly a whisper, “I remember it so clearly…when the news of the first child going missing broke. How the restaurant slowly emptied out...how all those parents cried after the search was called off,”

She shook her head, trying to avoid reliving it all again.

“I never thought...” her grip on the wheel tightened, “No- I never wanted for things to turn out this way. I can’t… I just can’t let this case go until those children are brought to justice.”

Then she let out a grim, loathing sort of snort.

“I’m partly responsible for their misfortune, afterall.”

Kunikida was silent. He sat so tense in his seat that Atsushi could feel that pressure on his own limbs, and Dazai, who had his nose buried in his new survival handbook, seemed lost in thought. 

“It must’ve been terrible,” Atsushi lamented, “Having lost your daughter yourself, I can’t imagine just how…”

“Atsushi.” 

A whisper. Dazai glanced up at him, expressionless, and subtly shook his head in disapproval.

“No, no, it’s okay,” the woman said, and she gave him a saddened smile through the mirror, “Thank you,” 

Then she fell deathly, like she’d left the present entirely. ---

“I should mention that I’ve hired a night guard for the week,” Mrs. Breed-Wrisley called over her shoulder nonchalantly.

As the detectives slid off the small car, the woman fiddled with her keys at the entrance of the rundown restaurant. The afternoon sun served as a spotlight for the display. The windows were scratched and the walls graffitied. Whatever remained of the signs that would’ve spelled out the name of the place instead communicated gibberish. Nature had overtaken the lot, as sprouts of grass peeked through the cracks on the concrete and vines climbed up the grayed walls. 

“And why would that be?” Kunikida asked, vaguely irked at the sudden news but attempting to stay polite.   

The woman didn’t answer as she swung open the gates and soon the glass door. Dazai was the first to set foot inside and though the intense smell of mold on the crusty carpet spoke the truth of how long this place had been abandoned, the place itself…looked frozen in time. The tables were arranged in neat lines, with colorful (though faded) tablecloths. Confetti and glitter stuck to the old checkered floor, with attractive promises of delicious treats decorating the walls. Alongside these, drawings were scattered about the place, painting the happiness of a birthday, of children surrounded by friends and soft animals sharing slices of pizza. Stars hung from the ceiling and arcade machines called for their next player. The curtain of the main stage shone a vibrant velvet and the smaller side stage sparkled purple. Atsushi, though he’d never lived something like this, could almost feel himself in the moment, the smell of freshly made food cuddling the air, the laughter, the lights. But the joy that this place once contained was now stuck to the corners of each wall, caught in the cobwebs, rotting away with time. 

“You said you just hired a security guard?” Dazai reminded her, as the rest allowed themselves to roam the place.

“Ah, yes,” the woman said, “I thought it would help make sure nothing is moved, or stolen”

Who’d wanna rob a place like this?, Atsushi thought. Though it’s nice, there’s nothing of much value here, unless you’d want to sell the mushrooms growing from the carpet…Although, the arcade machines could have a lot of money in them. Not to mention the things themselves are probably worth a fortune.

He hummed, deep in thought.

“This restaurant featured robot mascots, is that right?” Kunikida asked.

“That’s right,”

“Where might they…be?”

Kunikida trailed off as he spotted Dazai, who found himself entranced by a big golden button at the side of the main stage.

“Dazai…” the man growled. 

Dazai straightened up and put his hand to his chest.

“I wasn’t gonna do anything, honest,” he lied.

Mrs. Breed-Wrisley chuckled quietly.

“It’s alright, go ahead,” 

He didn’t need to be told twice. With an excited push of the button, the curtains of the stage suddenly drew back, as music boomed from the speakers and the performers hidden behind sprung to life. Dazai let out an amused laugh as he stepped back to admire the spectacle, resting his arm on Kunikida’s shoulder. A blue bunny waved its hand in front of its guitar in sync to the song, along with a bear with the top hat, whose mouth moved up and down to make it look as if it were singing. On the other side of the stage, a duck of sorts showed off its cupcake, and moved its torso from side to side when suddenly the side stage swung open, and a fox slid out, waving its hook enthusiastically. 

“Wonderful, isn’t it?” Mrs. Breed-Wrisley whispered.

“Yeah!” Atsushi said

But she didn’t seem to hear. Was she talking to herself? When he looked at her it seemed like her gaze was glued to the stage. What was that on her face? Her head tilted to the side and a fond smile plastered on her face. Her eyes shone with the lights. Ah. Infatuation. That’s what it was. The red guitar the bunny held suddenly clicked. It sounded metallic, or almost like a lighter being turned on. Before they knew it, a boom escaped the guitar, causing Atsushi to yelp in surprise. A crackle of light shook the room, as the music slurred and they were all suddenly drowned in darkness. 

“Ah,” the woman chuckled, “They’re a little rusty, I’m sorry about that…”

Atsushi composed himself and joined his coworkers’ sides.

“Their glory days are long gone,” she said.

---

“Atsushiiiiii! Get over hereeeee!”

“Hold on!”

As the boy dried off from his shower and slipped on his sleeping wear, he hurried to exit the bathroom to attend to his mentor’s calls. They had settled in a hotel for the rest of the week. That’s how long they had to solve the case.

“A-A week?!” Kunikida cried.

“I ask that you understand,” Mrs. Breed-Wrisley sighed apologetically, “Lately, I”ve been having trouble keeping the wrecking companies away from this place and…well…”

“We can do it in a week!” Dazai assured her, and Kunikida looked at him with wide-eyed desperation. “You can count on us!”

Now the two detectives laid on their respective futons, each in their own little world. Kunikida muttered to himself as he looked over every word of every document in every file, scribbling his thoughts and theories into his notebook. Dazai, meanwhile, was humming to himself, laying belly down on the futon and kicking his legs while he too scribbled on his own book. His new survival book. 

“Ah! Atsushi, check it out!”

The man waved him over and Atsushi reluctantly approached. He looked down at the page, where Dazai had drawn right over the words into the empty space of the page.

“Wh-Why couldn’t you have drawn it smaller so it would fit on the empty part?” Atsushi grimaced.

“And let my creativity be restricted like that? I could never!”

Atsushi sat down beside him and the man then promptly pointed at his doodles.

“I drew my favorite!” 

He tapped on the drawing of the pirate fox they had seen earlier on the stage. It wasn’t a horrible drawing, funnily enough. A bit on the abstract side, but recognizable enough. The rest of his scribbles consisted of the fox doing several things, such as eating pizza, or being a pirate. There was a doodle of the fox’s stomach hatch, but Atsushi didn’t dare ask why he’d drawn that. 

“Which robot did you like?” Dazai asked.

“You sound like a child,” Kunikida said, still not looking up from his notes. “And, the term, you’ll find, is animatronic. Not robot,”

“Oh, what’s the difference? Isn’t that just the cooler name for it?”

Kunikida snapped upright just to glare at him, but he held the vile poison on his tongue for some other time. As the man shook his head and tried to focus again, Dazai turned his attention back to Atsushi. 

“Well?”

“Ah…eh…”  he thought about it, “I thought the duck was cute,”

“I think it’s a chicken,” Kunikida muttered.

“It looks like a duck,” Dazai countered.

“But it’s a chicken,”

“But it doesn’t look like one,”

Kunikida glared again.

“Must you make an argument out of everything?!”

“Fine, fine, here I’ll make it so we both win,”

Dazai took to his book, the sound of his pen scratching the paper filling the room. Atsushi tried to look over his shoulder, curiosity taking over. Upon finishing and revising it, he proudly revealed his drawing to his partner. It looked like some sort of duck-hen hybrid with the same bib the robot wore and a cupcake on its wing.

“See? It’s a chuck! Or a dicken? Or…”

Kunikida’s mouth dropped to the floor, completely horrified.

“Did you just draw on the book?!”

The bandaged man blinked.

“Oh. Yeah?”

The other stammered. 

“Why would you do that?!”

“I didn’t have any paper,” he stated matter-of-factly

Kunikida’s face transitioned through several different emotions at once.

“Wh-wha-you! You don’t draw on books!”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s! It’s!” the man couldn’t find his words in his bewilderment, “Because it’s practically a crime!”

“Says who?”

“S-Says everyone?!”

The man was less angry and more just. Genuinely confused. And much to Atsushi’s relief, the interaction didn’t lead to a one sided boxing match as his two seniors chattered on about nonsensical nothings. Atsushi felt his chest grow warm as he relished in this strange comfort. It was the first time he’d ever gone on an overnight mission with anyone. To go on one with these two almost would seem like a train wreck, but in this moment he felt grateful to be there. Maybe this was what a sleepover would feel like? The boy barely noticed himself dozing off as he leaned on Dazai’s side and shut his eyes. With a content sigh, he thought:

Tomorrow is another day.

[mynameismikenotmicheal]

teen micheal afton blog

he's 15

pre bite

general dnis no nsfw

@clownswithbows / @blessedungreedy (i dont think tags are working on ur blog + i dont get notifs when u reblog)

@call-me-michael-afton

@ask-the-crybaby-child

@williamaftonthe-purpleguy

remade the blog

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Follow up to this idea

Another version of FNAF Crossover

Reader are a Child/Teen. Their parents are friends with The Aftons. Reader's parents are against Reader's interest in Manga/Anime.

William, one day, learned about BSD Characters being Self-Aware and decided to offer Reader's parents to take away Reader's BSD Manga (perhaps, he has pretended, that it is for Michael).

Then the plot with BSD Cast/Animatronics happened.

Reader are upset at their parents for giving away their manga. But, one day, Reader learned from Michael, that William keeps their manga in the Plex.

Skip to Reader, who sneak from their parents, when they visit Plex, and try to find their manga. Then Reader learned about BSD Cast and now try to help them.

But, there are two killer rabbits on the loose

And some other animatronics, that William created to capture kids.

[starlightshadowsworld]

So many opportunity for Fnaf and Bsd crossovers man. Theres a white tiger animatronic with what seems like two souls inhabiting it.

Mimic animatronics and the mimic organisation. Robots/artificial humanoids that can pass as people.

Space Time sword meet time travelling ball pit.

Fyodor may as well be purple guy at this point.

Remnant or agony could be what Shibusawa was trying to harness with peoples abilities.

Considering Atsushi’s treatment growing up it’s not that far fetched to imagine him as the crying child and getting into a horrific accident.

That he can’t recall.

At the very least I can imagine Poe telling Ranpo about old cases he’s worked on. And one being the missing children’s incident.

Just

Gestures wildly

Things!

[enbypunkrain]

You’re really confident. I’m kind of jealous.

In honour of Atsushi’s birthday, here’s some photos from a BSD x FNAF crossover collab!

[sniffle-bird]

HEY HEY READ ME🗣️‼️

about me 😚‼️

i’m birdie, she/her, 16 from aus.

i love art and writing, but please don’t repost my work without credit or permission! send me a cheeky ask or dm me first.

might open commissions at some point if people would be interested in that.

socials 💽

tiktok; snifflebird

ao3; snifflebird

youtube; snifflebird

shocker…. they’re all snifflebird. lmfao

my fandoms & sideblogs 🍎

note: i’m planning on making more sideblogs for my different interests and fandoms, so this intro post will be getting a lot of updates and edits, and it might take a bit 🥲 i may reblog a lot of the stuff i post there on my main anyways? i like having things organised.

@freddy-fivebears FNAF, the quarry, and other gaming related cringe ❤️

BSD/MHA… grouping these two together because my biggest project regarding it is my huge crossover fic. i send soukoku to hero school it’s a good time i swear.

spider-man of all media types. i need to read more of the comics i swear but they always give me a headache like 2 volumes in. rip. also want to make my own adaptation in the form of an animated series (or just animatics…) on youtube but that is a lot of effort and i don’t have the time! would probably call it spider-man: rubatosis. rubatosis meaning the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat. please don’t steal it i’ll take you to court.

arcane!!! we finally got season 2 but at what cost… 💔

EPIC THE MUSICAL! and other musicals, ofc.

[chunibyo-x-sorcerer]

In case if you did notice, I love rp crossovers threads. Whenever I RP with Peahen-mun ( @the-silver-peahen-residence) , we do a lot of crazy crossovers when we rp canon muses and ocs. In JJK, here are the crossovers we did do and it's now part of our own super universe with our ocs and canons. It might look and sound like a lot but once you get into it, you can have a lot fun with. So here are the fandoms we crossover with JJK: Mob Psycho 100 Mieruko-chan Bleach Aoi no Exorcist ( Blue Exorcist ) FNAF ( although we put Godzilla in it due to location where the kajiu are the animatronics inspired by some fanart I saw some time ago )

With those five above, I call it the Para Supernatural Verse ( no...not that supernatural from CW ) but a verse that encapsulates any fandom that involves the paranormal and you can bend the rules a little of each similar fandom and its universe. In this verse, anyone can have cursed energy and blessed energy ( positive energy ). Espers, mediums, exorcists, and jujutsu sorcerers live under the paranormal umbrella but are different. They do different things when it comes to spirits and paranormal normal even if it's similar. Even coming up with different solutions. They have their own organizations but they do not mix most of the time due to bureaucracy and other nonsense. However, this was not limit to. We also put MHA ( My Hero Academia ), BSD ( Bungou Stray Dogs ) and Persona 5 in this same universe.

I dubbed it the Super Duper Universe because it sounds pretty crazy and fun.

That said, I would love do more crossover rps and shipping between cross fandoms.

[star-seeking-stray]

Hi there! :3

🎼Take my hand, let's set this world on fire Light it up-up for the show🎶

Welcome to my main blog! Here you'll find occasional thoughts, sketches, reblogs and other stuff. If I remember that this blog exists, that is.

🎵Picture your planet in disharmony🎶

Random Infos:

Call me Seeker!

Not ashamed to admit that I run rp blogs (currently: Bsd & Link Click, but I'm always open to crossovers!)

Just a random silly person who can recite facts about various httyd dragons from memory

I read too much (I'm building a mini library at home at this rate)

My music taste is about as random as it can get

I enjoy writing as well (but get writer's block easily so updates can take anywhere from a few days to even weeks or months, even if I update other stuff)

My main language is German, so I mess up sometimes-

You can also find me here and here!

🎵Dance with me baby don't stop praying🎵

Hobbies?

Running my rp blogs

Reading, anything from regular books and manga to fanfics

Editing! I'm not very good at it yet but I sometimes make silly little edits (even more sporadic than my writing, honestly)

Writing (as stated above)

Sketching, but not very regularly

Cosplaying is kinda a hobby of mine, but I don't post them

🎶Nothing's gonna make our fate back down But we gotta turn the time around🎵

Fandoms!

Bungou Stray Dogs, probably the fandom I'm most active in currently

Link Click! (Please check it out)

How To Train Your Dragon, my oldest fandom. Still love it to bits despite sadly engaging less actively

The Dragon Prince, which is honestly awesome, go check it out!

FNAF, kinda, tho I suck at the lore and will probably never remember all of it (my brain can't handle all the infos lmao)

To Be Hero X! (It's just starting out please go check it out it's so worth it-)

Random other fandoms that come and go! Honestly there's so many things I enjoy but don't engage with much- name a fandom, it's a 50/50 on whether I know it and also enjoy it or not!

🎶Our memories come back to life (back to life)Take you on a journey through time🎵

Favorite Characters?

Sigma (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Cheng Xiaoshi (Link Click)

Lu Guang (Link Click)

Vein (Link Click)

Xia Fei (Link Click)

Liu Xiao (Link Click)

Aaravos (The Dragon Prince)

Hiccup (How To Train Your Dragon)

Nice (To Be Hero X)

Lin Ling (To Be Hero X)

Botw/Totk!Link(Legend of Zelda)

More TBA

Tagging system might get explained. At some point-

Rp Blog Masterlist!

🎶Why would you even bother? Time is like music, now you know I've got to kill it🎵

Anyway, have a nice day/night!

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!⊰ All of Lillia's roleplay blogs; Bsd Canon Characters, Bsd Oc's, Crossover Characters, and ask blogs. ( Bsd - Bungo Stray Dogs )

Canon Characters : Yandere Dazai - @yanderedazai Mermaid Dazai - @mermaid-dazai Lab Subject Dazai - @nolongersubject Baby Kitsune Dazai - @babykitsunedazai School Nurse Yosano - @nurseyosano Music Artist Chuuya - @nakaharamusic Medieval Bram - @bramedieval Priest Fyodor - @priestfyodor Fem Model Sigma - @prettymodel

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Original Characters : Cordelia - @sirenpirate Trickster - @thefemaletrickster Maddy - @childwithdarkness Bubble - @bubbletheclown Galene - @goddessofslience Elysian/Angel - @angelsentinel Yokohama Hacker - @yokohamahacker Kuma - @respectmamabear Retsu - @mimicstrongest Marleigh/Mel - @vinesunwrapped Dexter Larsen - @affairbutler

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Other : (Fnaf Sb) Rini/Mopsy - @bunnyanimatronic Chuuya Ask Blog - @thechuuyas

!⊰ The End ! { Edited: 2/27/2025 }

[arbi2u]

yea fitz

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Crazy ideas time!

Self-Aware! BSD AU x FNAF Crossover

Guiding Light have a friend, who are a robotic engineer. GL talk to them daily and discuss anime and manga sometimes. So Friend knew about BSD Mayoi.

One day, friend noticed, how strange GL's Mayoi game looks like. They did some research and came to a conclusion about Characters being Self-Aware.

Friend came up with a plan. Their animatronics aren't popular. They can create a beautiful robot, but can't make the simplest AI.

"Friend" arranged a robbery. GL's phone and every bit of official BSD Media (disks with anime, manga, light novels) were stolen.

In their world, BSD Cast is livid, they try to speed up creation of the portal, to get to GL. When, suddenly, their world faded.

BSD Cast woke up in the Real World. But, all of them are animatronics.

"Friend" dissemble Reader's manga/novels, to "bind" each character to their animatronic counterpart.

Now they are forced to work as entertainments in a giant Plex for kids.

BSD Cast can't leave their animatronic bodies. The only way, they can do it, if GL repair manga and novels, to "recreate" BSD World again. The problems?

1. GL are prohibited from staying too close to animatronics, they are constantly watched, if they go to the Plex. They can't safe anyone during the day.

2. "Friend" hired thugs to guard the Plex at night. They have orders to stop GL from saving BSD Cast.

3. BSD Animatronics don't have all pages in them, most of the pages are hidden in "Friend" office.

One day, GL learned about BSD Cast's trouble. They sneak into the Plex at night, trying to help BSD Cast to gain their freedom.

It won't be easy.

In a nutshell: Security Breach with BSD Cast as animatronics (Glamrock Freddies), GL as Gregory and security as Vanny.

Inspired by: Dawko's Security Breach videos and a thought, that Nikolai give me Sun/Moon vibes.

[starlightshadowsworld]

The Fallen King

The title for chapter 4 is The After Show. The name coming from a Fnaf song called After Show by Tryhardninja.

It's about how the animatronics are paraded on stage to perform. And now after the show they can finally take control and turn on their creators.

Felt fitting, I mean the missions over and yet Beast Atsushi is still playing a role. He's doing it all to maintain control but he's bleeding out from using his ability that he explicitly can't control.

I mean there's a lyric about covering up bloodstains.

And in a way, Beast Atsushi has turned on Beast Dazai. He's still incredibly loyal to him but he's also disobeying him by staying in the Port Mafia.

And again now by telling Beast Gin the truth and aiding in what will eventually be her reuniting with her brother.

None of that was part of his plan.

Which, yeah is gonna mess him up just a little more.

And well it's a chapter that opens up with Beast Atsushi in his tiger form doing some murder, has to have a fnaf reference.

Side note, this shit has only reinforced my need for a Fnaf x Bsd crossover.

The Tales from the Pizza plex books reveals there's a white tiger animatronic in the pizzaplez. With a dual nature and connected to a mimic programme for crying out loud.

Hell Atsushi could definitely make for a great Crying Child. I mean I doubt the Orphanage would ever throw him a party.

But him getting chomped and them covering up with either the Headmaster or Shibusawa doing the "I will put you back together."

Definitely fits.

And if not them this could definitely go up there for what his parents did to him.

I mean this series has that many stories of robots not knowing their robots imagine a kid not knowing he's part animatronic. The whole tiger preying at night being because of the animatronics having nightly free roaming mode.

Anyway.

Beast Atsushi is a mess, thinks he's a momster and needs serious medical attention.

But he's dragged himself to have a meeting in enemy terrority and putting way to much sugar in his coffee because it's the only joy he can get right now.

Unfortunately for everyone unlike his bsd counterpart, this one can lie. But both of them can act so if he believes he's in control maybe he is.

... Just don't look at the bleeding visage of his mentor in the corner.