#fyodor dostoesky

[paintedgrilledcheese]

The DOA/RITHOTD preschool au!!!

(Writing this because I feel inspired ✨️)

These are the "rules"/"world building" of this au and fun facts about it. I might write an actual story story of this one day. Anyways, the setup:

Ivan is the teacher.

Members of the DOA & RITHOTD are the students/children (ages 3 to 5). This includes Fyodor (5), Nikolai (5), Sigma (3), Bram (???), Nathaniel (5), Mushitaro (4), & Pushkin (4). Expect Fukuchi because of bias.

Surprisingly, most days at the preschool aren't too chaotic. Though wildness is bound to happen.

Sigma is the youngest. He's a little shy, but he is PASSIONATE about playing pretend. If they were playing pretend restaurant, he would be the manager dashing around the room and making sure that the customers in his pretend restaurant are satisfied with the service.

Sigma also likes story time and snack time.

Fyodor is more mature. He likes to read by himself a lot, but he will still interact with the other kids. He is the intelligence of the group, so doing stupid stuff is less likely to happen.

When playing pretend castle or kingdoms, just like Sigma, Fyodor will become passionate about the game. Make him king of this pretend kingdom, and he will become a dictating ruler.

Nikolai is more silly and hyperactive. He can't sit still for long, always making jokes or messing around with his classmates. He's outgoing, and chaos is more likely to happen from him.

Nikolai hates nap time, but after being given a second snack from Ivan, he might go down.

Bram, on the other hand, loves nap time. The moment Ivan pulls out those nap time mats from the closet, he's already knocked out. (Feel free to add some suggestions for Bram because I don't know his character well)

Pushkin is sorta chaotic like Nikolai. He will mess with the others by chasing them around with bugs (Sigma doesn't like it). During recess, he has a fascination with collecting bugs.

Nathaniel, he's sorta of the same as Fyodor, mostly likes to read, and he's on the more quieter side.

Nathaniel likes the swings because he gets to swing with Margaret, who is in a different class.

Mushitaro is either very well-behaved or very mischievous, depending on the mood of the day. Sometimes, when Ivan has his backed turn, Mushitaro will probably do something he isn't supposed to do before acting all innocent and well-behaved when Ivan turns back around.

Mushitaro also loves story time. It can be Ivan reading to the classroom or his friend Yokomizo during recess since they're in separate classes as well.

[zeraaachan]

to rhyme my name with yours

summary: bsd! characters as arabic poetry and lines i read in the internet. character(s): dazai osamu, chuuya nakahara, fyodor dostoevsky, ryuunosuke akutagawa content warning(s): religious themes, blood, yandere-ish behaviors; you pronouns are used for reader

dazai osamu "i'll dip my hands in holy water if it means touching you."

dazai osamu's hands are stained with blood, and he knows. he knows just how many fallen bodies it took to fully coat his two palms with red. enemies' blood, the last red ink written by his pals, all is but another layer of the skin on dazai osamu's palm. his hands are bloody with fingers that only know nothing but to take. give dazai osamu another pair of hands and watch how it becomes soaked in blood. give him another pair and witness how the fingers are not enough to count the lives he took. since dazai osamu is a bloody wreck with bloodier hands. all his hands ever knew is how to sin, how to anger the gods, how to be an irony in churches.

that is until he found you. until his hands, with its blood and gore, ached to reach for something. until his fingers, dripping with red,  started to cross themselves to wish for your well-being… for the devil to not take you away from him, a devil himself. dazai osamu is cursed with bloody hands but his palms learned how to kiss for a prayer when he found you.

his hands, sinner they are more than him, became a bloody paradox. it learned how to pray for a blessing undeserved by his sinful hands. dazai osamu is not a religious man, daring life and death with his suicidal attempts. but when he found you bathed in colors from the church's stained glasses, dazai osamu learned that angels do exist. that god took the longest in one of his creations.

he signs the cross with his bloody fingers and dip his hands in holy water before kneeling, not to the altar but before your figure, as his trembling hand finds a place on your cheek.

and when dazai osamu's palm lovingly carress your cheek, he can see the blood from his hand tainting your skin.

chuuya nakahara "on the train, we swapped seats. you wanted the window and i wanted to look at you."

it's laughable how chuuya nakahara is always there for someone who will never choose him first. it's hilarious how the skilled mafioso keeps choosing people who cannot even pick him as the first option. an option, a mere one, is all chuuya ever knew. to dazai osamu who never actually chose him, to mori who rather have dazai, to the red-haired hag who'd rather choose the kid. chuuya nakahara is only seen if the first option is nowhere to be found.

but not to one. not to you.

it's funny how chuuya nakahara's ability is gravity manipulation when all that stabilizes him to the ground is your words. when you told him that you want him even if he hesitantly asked if you are sure that you really want him. chuuya can never forget the day that you got offended when he asked if he's the one you really want, not dazai or akutagawa or practically anyone else. since it is strange to be finally found after being invisible for so long.

and as he stare at you, drawn to that window view you so much craved, chuuya nakahara can't but feel grateful that finally… finally someone saw him. not as a third or second option. you chose him.

and if you'll tear your eyes away from the view outside the window to face him, you'll see it plainly in his eyes: you're the cure to his tainted sorrow.

fyodor dostoevsky “and if the devil was ever to see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent,"

fyodor is not the devil, he is a religious man. the white clothes that wrap his body are not a paradox but a symbolism of the purity he seeks to achieve. the way he plays the violin, so soothingly yet eerily perfect, is but an imitation of the melody he aims to give the world. since fyodor dostoesky is a religious man. and as all men of faith, he wishes nothing but greatness for the world. fyodor dostoevsky is on a mission to save every sinful souls.

so why are you running, little mouse? why call him the devil when all he wants is to save you? come, come, little mouse. take his gloved hands and you shall be saved. shh… hush, little mouse. you shan't call him the devil, he's here to save you from them. little mouse, stop running. stop sinning. oh, poor little mouse. he told you— it's a dead end there.

"stop! stop…! don't come near me you… you… devil!"

fyodor is not the devil. he is a religious man. "i am but a man of faith. together we shall repent, dear"

fyodor is not the devil, he is a religious man who'll lovingly kiss your closed eyes as his thumbs wipe the tears on the corner of your eyes. who'll whisper to you in hushed tones that now you will be saved, now you'll be away from this impure world. shh, little mouse. your tears will tempt any devil from the fiery pits of hell, your pitiful sobs will just stir something from the abyss. shh, little mouse, stop crying or the devil will kiss your eyes.

and as fyodor dostoevsky kiss the sorrow from your eyes, tears leaving the taste of salt and fear on his lips, the religious man wondered whether he's indeed the devil who'll kiss your eyes… and find salvation from it.

ryuunosuke akutagawa "because my love for you is higher than words, i have decided to fall silent."

ryuunosuke akutagawa is a silent lover. he love with his actions and not with his words. his love is tainted in black, with the darkness seemingly always behind his back. but with all the darkness and color of the abyss present in his being… he can't seem to find the ink that will pen words that you deserve. since akutagawa loves with his actions and not his words. he'll shield you from bullets instead of telling you he'll protect you. he'll slaughter his own allies to save you instead of saying that you're the only one that matters. he'll take a claw to his heart instead of saying that you're his heart anyway.

since ryuunosuke akutagawa's love is too steep, too high. that even mere words can no longer reach it. that his vocal chords cannot contain it. ryuunosuke akutagawa decided to fall silent since no words can express what he feels anyway. his love, cannot be expressed with mere words. but perhaps the hand behind your nape and the bloody lips on yours is an indication. perhaps the claw that ripped his heart can express what his words cannot.

ryuunosuke akutagawa is a silent lover. for his love is higher than words that he decided to fall eternally silent for you.

author’s note(s): shit format and shittier content. will fix it when idk. send me some asks T T

[gothmikasagf]

Hello! I’d like a Hazbin Hotel match up if it’s possible.

Everyone can call me by different pronouns, it means little to me. Preferences in a partner: everything is even, I love many and appearance or character does not matter much.

Personality: I can be either energetic or passive. Often silent, but if we find a common topic, I can become a good conversationalist and listener. I see both the light and dark sides of things, which allows me to make decisions. I am not shy about making mistakes (meaning swearing, etc.) I can approach everyone, but I don't try to make friends. You could say that I am mostly immersed in my thoughts. I often help in any way I can in a good way. I'm often busy and busy, but I don't mind taking a break and listening to music.

Hobbies: reading (especially Lovecraft, Mark Twain, Fyodor Dostoesky, Nikolai Gogol, Agatha Christie), Write (especially about something that is instructive and easy to understand for all ages) Drawing and crafts from papers and other materials. Listening to music (I love all genres except rap.)

I match you with...

Husk!

Sometimes you just keep him company at the bar and he enjoys it!

If you lend him some of your books you can discuss them together.

Down for a good conversation/lending a ear.

Likes to see your creations and whatever you come up with.

Hope you enjoyed it!

[blueberry-writer]

Hello there 👋, hopefully you’re having a great life and a great day.

May I request a fluff with a little comedy oneshot/scenario for Fyodor Dostoevsky from Bungo Stray Dogs.

In a story where Fyodor being jealous, because his S/O only giving their attention to their pet, as for the pet it’s a Hamster or maybe a Guinea Pig (Bigger size of Hamster).

That is all, Thank You 😊.

Notes: Heyyy!! I took the liberty to give a name to the hamster, I hope it does not create problems😥  (I mentioned the name only once, if it bothers you) Thank you and i hope you’re having a great life too!! This request is so particular, i love that! 💙

TW/CONTENT: Fyodor being jealous of a Hamster, fem!reader

You and Fyodor were sitting on the couch talking about your day.

Fyodor was happy about this situation, because of his work he couldn’t be with you for a while, and that made him a little sad.

While listening to you, he was even having a cup of his favourite tea.

Nothing could ruin the moment, right?

Well wrong, because suddenly you heard a little metal creak

And who could it be but your hamster trying to get out of the cage?

"You’re right, Whiskers, you haven’t been out of the cage in a while! I’m sorry, my bad" You said as you got up from the couch to go free your hamster and left Fyodor alone on the couch looking at you with a resigned and slightly irritated air

As soon as you released the hamster from the cage, he came to you, like he wanted to play.

"Oh do you want to play a little? Aww you are so adorable!!" You said while cuddling your hamster

"hem- dear, let it be a little bit, You were talking to me remember? why not-" Fyodor tried to tell you without having your least attention.

Your attention was all turned to your hamster, only after a few seconds you realized that Fyodor was talking to you.

"Sorry Fedya, what were you saying?" you said, taking your attention away from the hamster.

"I was saying that you and I-"

"AWW look at it! my adorable hamster is always so close to me!! kyaaaaa! I think I might die of diabetes one day"  I think I might die of diabetes one day"  You cut him off his words as soon as you saw your hamster trying in it own way to stick to you in a funny and adorable way.

"Yeah, it’s so close to you, maybe too much," Fyodor replied like in a whispered.    

"Ah? What did you say, Fedya?" You asked him even if you understood perfectly what he said, you may not have an ability, but your hearing was not bad at all.

"Oh nothing my dear, nothing important..Now go back and give all your attention to the hamster, since it is more important than your boyfriend, right?" he said as he sipped his tea

At those words a little laugh ran out of your mouth.

The great and fearsome Fyodor Dostoevsky, whose mind is free from all deceit and sin, was jealous of a hamster. Funny isn’t it?

His manipulation tactics to make you feel guilty were exceptional, but you didn’t think he’d use them to keep you away from a hamster.

“Fedya, are you jealous of my hamster?”

This question of yours stopped every action or thought he was doing / thinking.

"I’m sorry, what?" he asked, looking straight into your eyes

"Oh I know you heard me Fedya."

"I’m not jealous of you and Nikolai going to eat together, so do you really think I’m jealous of a hamster? Darling you disappoint me "

He answered you by taking away his eyes as he took another sip of his tea.

“yeah, i think you’re jealous of our hamster” you said finally bringing back the eyes on the hamster.

Fyodor improvised got up from the sofa, putting the cup of tea on the coffee table and approaching you

He took the hamster in his hand and as he put it back in the cage without too much trouble with the fact that you looked at it with disapproving eyes, he said, "So, first, it’s not our hamster, it’s yours. Adorable as it is I don’t need pets

second: I will never be jealous of a hamster

and third: First I was saying that you were cuddling me, not a hamster, so now finish what you were doing"

He took your wrist and took you back to the couch.

Then he took your hand and put it on his cold cheek

"Now, eyes on me, allright my dear?"

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I hope you enjoyed the one shot!💙

[talesofpassingtime]

“What do your fifty-three years matter! Fifty is the middle of life, not the end of it. You are a handsome man and you know it yourself.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Possessed

[ajalenw]

On voit le soleil

"Brother, I'm not depressed and haven't lost spirit. Life everywhere is life, life is in ourselves and not in the external. There will be people near me, and to be a human being among human beings, and remain one forever, no matter what misfortunes befall, not to become depressed, and not to falter--this is what life is, herein lies its task. I have come to recognize this. This idea has entered into my flesh and blood. Yes, it's true! That head which created, lived by the highest life of art, which acknowledged and had come to know the highest demands of the spirit, that head has been cut from my shoulders. Memory remains, and the images I have created and still not molded in flesh. They will leave their harsh marks on me, it is true! But my heart is left me, and the same flesh and blood which likewise can love and suffer and desire and remember, and this is, after all, life. On voit le soleil! Well, good-bye, my brother! Do not grieve for me....Never until now have such rich and healthy stores of spiritual life throbbed in me."

[paintedgrilledcheese]

Random Fyodor Dostoesky bsd headcanons

Fyodor barely sleeps, we all know this. This man can pull 3 all nighters all in one sitting. (Watch out Ango, this man is trying to break your record)

Due to Fyodor's refusal of sleep, there would be times that Ivan would try to sing him to sleep. Surprisingly, it has worked in the past before. Which always leaves Fyodor confused in the morning.

This one is random, but I think he enjoys eating French toast.

Fyodor has his ways to de-stress. Mostly by reading books or ranting in Russian to poor Nikolai or Ivan. But sometimes he plays chess on his computer.

HE IS THE ONLY MAN WHO CAN BEAT A ROBOT IN CHESS, ON HARD MODE!

Fyodor is amused by innocent naive people. Especially the friendly, bubbly type of innocent people. He just go, "Aww, they're so clueless and innocent. Totally wouldn't manipulate them into doing my bidding, which will eventually traumatized them in the end."

He bites his nails, and when his nails are short, he bites his fingers/skin of this finger.

He is very picky about how warm his food is. If his meals aren't fresh and warm, straight done from cooking, he will not eat it.

Even though he doesn't like cold foods, he still eats ice cream. Though he bites his ice cream.

[talesofpassingtime]

Oh, my friend, marriage is the moral death of every proud soul, of all independence.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Possessed

[talesofpassingtime]

When the officer on duty ran with a detachment of men and the keys and ordered the cell to be opened that they might rush in and bind the maniac, it appeared that he was suffering from acute brain fever. He was taken home to his mother.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Possessed