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Теперь я понимаю, почему он такой.

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Happy bIRDTHDAY BIRD BOYYYY 🕊✨

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OMG FYOSANO there's only like 1 fic for them on the whole ao3 and I've been dying for more for ages, if you'd like to share anything about your idea for them then I am all ears 👀

There's a fic for them???? I am definitely looking that up, I know I've talked about this ship with other people on here but I had no idea there were any fics 👀👀

SO the premise of my fic is that Ranpo is called onto a case, and he brings Yosano along - they get to the crime scene, and guess who's already there! One Fyodor Dostoevsky! Cue belligerent tension between Fyodor and Ranpo and a whole lotta sexual tension between Fyodor and Yosano.

Several months ago, after the dust had settled from the Decay of Angels incident, Mori demanded (well, politely requested) that Yosano join the Mafia, just as she knew he would. Fukuzawa refused. The uneasy alliance of the Mafia and the ADA had already been unsettled by the fact that Fyodor Dostoevsky is still around, and appears to be allied with the Agency now, somehow. Things escalated. With war between the Mafia and the Agency potentially imminent, Dazai asked Fyodor to hide Yosano outside the city. One thing led to another...then one thing led to another again...

This is the first time Yosano has seen Fyodor since things returned to normal.

The fic is a lot of Fyodor and Yosano with a little of Ranpo having an existential crisis in the background sdfghfgh. It's also one of two fics I'm working on that have Fyodor helping the ADA solve a case, the other one being fyosig. I just really like the idea, haha.

A couple excerpts under the cut :3

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“Not quite,” Fyodor said. He turned to Ranpo. His smile was pleasant, but there was a distinctly unpleasant gleam in his eyes. “But perhaps the World’s Greatest Detective would care to reveal the truth to us all?”

Ranpo stared back sullenly. “You’ve already figured it out,” he grumbled. “Why should I waste my time?”

“Ah, but surely my intellect is nothing compared to your Ability,” Fyodor replied with a humility that felt about as genuine as the knock-off handbag Yosano had noticed hanging in the hall. “Surely there are details I have missed that you will not, great detective.”

Ranpo pressed his lips together and said nothing.

Yosano huffed out an exasperated sigh. “Ranpo,” she said, trying to match the stern tones the President was able to wield like a weapon. Alas, she had neither his deep, gruff voice nor his intimidating presence, and the effect was somewhat lost. “Remember what you’re here for.”

“And you,” she dropped her voice to a hiss, sidling to Fyodor’s side, “stop instigating.”

“Me?” he returned, all wide-eyed innocence. She shot him a warning glare.    

Ranpo watched them, silent. Beneath his messy bangs, his visage was dark, watchful. Presently, he stirred, and when he pulled his glasses out of his pocket his more characteristic arrogant smirk had returned.

“Fine, then. Stand back and watch.”

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He looked up as she approached, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly in the beginnings of a smile. Shades of sunset burned with the dull glow of banked embers across his face. His eyes were shadows.

“Babochka,” he said.

“You still haven’t told me what that means, you know.” She folded her arms and leaned against the railing, looking down at him from the top of the stairs.

Fyodor tilted his head to the side a little. A familiar gesture by now, like the way his fingers sometimes moved as if playing an instrument when he was deep in thought. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? You are supposed to be a detective, you know.”

“I’m a doctor, actually, you know.” Yosano gave him a glare that would have cowed any member of the Agency—including Dazai, and especially Ranpo—but Fyodor just smirked back at her, unmoved. Yosano was unaccustomed to being the one who had to back down first, but she had learned by now that Fyodor Dostoevsky was not nearly as much like Dazai and Ranpo as she had assumed, and she was simply no match for him.

She had never been one to accept defeat that easily, though.

She walked down the steps, stopping on the first step, just above where he stood on the sidewalk. Dark violet eyes regarded her. She looked up at him, one hand braced on the rail. She tried for her usual aloofness, but it was like trying to hide behind a glass door. She knew he was could sense the way her heartbeat had picked up and the way her blood thrummed with the sheer awareness of him, his presence.

Sometimes, she found him frightening; sometimes she could see in his pale face and dark, dark eyes the demon that had haunted them all. But when she was this close the shadows fell away and she could see him clearer, a man who was sickly but was starting to look a little healthier these days, a man who was tall and graceful and had an aura of mystery and ethereality about him, with a secretive smile full of furtive promises. A man who fascinated her in every way that he should frighten her.  

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an insult (with rizz)

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The biggest question I still have: does Fyodor not age? His physical characteristics appear to replace that of the person he morphs with, but he hasn't changed at all in hundreds of years. Is he actually immortal, in both the sense that he cannot (permanently) be killed and in the sense that he doesn't age and won't ever die naturally?

That would explain why he is so determined to erase Abilities, thereby erasing himself. It wouldn't simply be a matter of not getting himself murdered, he literally wouldn't be able to die regardless.

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how did I forget to post this beauty

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bsd wan 185: sightseeing as a trio? no problem!

translated by me | do not repost outside of tumblr | << 184

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Fyodor's motivation seems to change every five minutes and any consistency in his character has been thrown out the window at this point, but this is the first chapter in a while where I've thought what he's saying felt at least mostly authentic.

He looks so tired here. This one panel really shows the weariness of how many years he's lived (and how many times he's probably died, only to be reborn) and how much of humanity's never-ending cycle of violence he's seen.

It's not just that the world won't know peace unless all Abilities are erased. It's that he won't know peace unless all Abilities are erased.

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What's your favorite Fedya headcanon? I must know

My favorite Fedya headcanon? What a good question!

I think my favorite headcanon is that he has a very old Bible, in Russian, that is the only possession that has any meaning for him and the only thing he's kept for most of his long life (lives?). It was given to him by someone special to him (his Sonia, if you will), and it's the one thing he treasures. It's come up in a couple of my fics.

Some of my other favorite headcanons (that occasionally come up in my fics):

He's an amazing cook.

He can play any string instrument masterfully.

He's not an artist but he likes to doodle when he's bored and that's how he made his laughing rat avatar for Rats in the House of the Dead. Just random doodling, lol.

He has an entire room full of Fukuchi Ouchi "The Samurai" merch in Fukuchi's apartment and keeps collecting more because it drives Fukuchi up the wall and also he (not so) secretly likes Fukuchi's movies.

He often makes vague references to being very old and tired that no one gets because of course no one knows the truth of his Ability 😆

He literally just forgets to eat and sleep sometimes, until he finally just passes out.

He doesn't actually want to cause harm; he's well aware that his own sins are terrible, and he believes that these sins are the reason why he's been damned to an eternal life, but he believes that erasing all Abilities and Ability-users from existence - including himself - will ultimately cleanse his soul.

Ironically enough, he's very fond of cats.

Thank you for asking! Share with me some of your Fedya headcanons, if you'd like 😊 I'd love to hear some! 💖💖

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snow and lamb

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Cowboys Nikolai and Fyodor

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made these a while ago but didn't post them (I don't like them.)

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my god, my universe.

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these two

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I’m desperately trying to find this scrapped scene from Inglorious Basterds

I’m actually going insane over the fact that I can’t find it😭

edit: a kind person put the video with the clip in the comments (it’s just a few seconds long behind the scenes footage)