#ooc bsd

[voiddwelling]

bsd as textposts/tweets because, unfortunately, i am still alive :3

[fyodordostoevskeys]

Different body, different universe , same soul.

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[purple-executive]

Hello! This is just a quick check-in to see if you're still interested in being listed as part of the Port Mafia.

If I don't receive a reply to this message by April 26th, 2025, I will remove your blog from the Port Mafia page to keep the list active and up to date.

Of course, if you become active again after that date, you're always welcome to message me and rejoin. :)

Thank you!

@join-the-pm

OOC// Yes, sorry! I have just been busy this past weekend and haven't done much interacting with this blog.

[fyodordostoevskeys]

Ooc// fixed.

when you “hate him” but there’s official art posted on Valentine’s Day of you reluctantly giving him a gift at a popular date spot in Japan

kinda gay if u ask me

[fynori]

im coping (poorly)

[6goist]

pining dazai who sees you as those divine beings they talk about in fantasies, as a angel who fell out of the heavenly skies. Pining dazai who gets ever so nervous around you, unknowingly fidgeting with his sleeves or fingers. Pining dazai in shock of how much benevolence you have. Pining dazai, despite his self-hatred, lets himself enjoy you.

[rose-tinted-wool]

In the depths of Suribachi city, the day goes on as usual. People go to and fro, working, despairing, or just passing through. Though somethings off. In a little corner, not too far off from where the sheep tend to hang out, there's an odd flickering in a dark, damp corner. Green flickers, much like that of a glitching computer screen, blink in and out of sight, flashes of red peeking through every once and a while.

That, and a pair of eyes.

@snowflakes-falling

Among the hundreds of shacks and makeshift shelters located in the impoverished city, a small, pink-haired girl wandered the narrow paths and alleys, searching for who-knows-what. A sour oder clung to the heavy air, mixing with the dizzyingly saccharine smell that followed Yuan, creating something nauseating. 

White sneakers scuffed against the cracked pavement as she slipped into a lonely corner. She loved the Sheep, really! With her whole heart, in fact. But, dear God, she was tired.

So, she searched for a temporary sanctuary— a place where she could simply rest and recharge. Not a big ask, right?

As Yuan turned the bend, specs of green and red flashed across her eyes. Beautiful flakes of ruby and emerald dancing in her vision, lighting up the area like twinkling Christmas lights, sparking nostalgia deep within her as memories of her suburban home flooded her mind. And for a fleeting moment, she felt peace amongst the poverty and violence, the outcasted wreckage that she now called her home.

That is, until she saw the eyes. 

She blinked once, twice, frozen still as they stared back at her. Maybe it’s time to head back to the group…

[frost-eyed-autumn]

Saw this post which was extra funny to me because I literally just had an RP that went almost exactly like this a week ago except it wasn't Fukuzawa and Kunikida... so I got inspired lmfao.

Not super polished but it was nice to just draw rough and loose without fussing over quality.

Bonus:

[bloody-storm]

*Sneezes*

"People talked behind my back again, didn't they?"

[voiddwelling]

GO FETCH *throws these at you before running into upcoming traffic*

[fyodordostoevskeys]

OOC;

What—?

[butter-tart-art]

A Not So Conventional Family…

A) Angst

B) Vent

C) All of the above

NOTE:

this isn’t about ODing because of chronic illness, more a vent and awareness on chronic pain causing such severe nausea that you can’t keep down anything including pain medication to STOP the nausea… istg it’s a loop of agonizing existence and if I have to deal with it so does he

[justsigma-bsd]

"Sig. Wife. I'm so so sorry I forgot your birthday-"

Very sad kicked puppy-like Chuuya holding a gift bag.

- @my-taintedsorrow (ahhh rping as sigchuu... haven't heard that in a while)

"... how did you even-"

*Most deer in headlights stare ever.*

[the-real-chuuya]

//listen you all I am so fucking tired of hearing about how Chuuya is abusive or some shit like that. My chuuya treats Whoreanon with annoyance, not hate. I feel he isn’t trusting of anyone much that’s why he’s like that in anything. If you have a problem with that then ignore me, everyone has different views on characters I’ll let you have yours but let me have mine. I know the rp is all in fun but it comes to a point where it lowkey makes me feel horrible every time I answer something.

[6goist]

supa lazy drabble w/dazai. cw mild ooc (ㅅꈍᴗꈍ)ᰔ

DAZAI softly whines your name with pleaded eyes “my sweet dear, ‘m soooo cold” a lie, of course, with that tone. he stuffs his face on your neck, feeling the soft fabric of your velvet-colored sweater at his chin.

he already feels the warmth radiating from you and his racing heart. he earns a breathy chuckle, catering his words—you grab the thick, fluffy blanket on the left edge of the bed with your feet, diagonally your leg up before grabbing it with your hands and drift it to cover the both of you “that better ‘samu?” humming, he snuggles impossibly closer to you.

your smile widens. your fingers wander his brown, messy hair in a waving motion, massaging his scalp in a snail pace. you can smell the fresh vanilla shampoo he uses, only faintly. a smell that feels so home to you.

dazai has a tight feeling in his chest, a delicate, gentle feeling he thought he could never experience truly; love. the saki feeling that he could just indulge in this, live like this, with you.

[14yo-dazai]

Kunikida was working before noticing Dazai nearby and waving over at the other boy.

“Hey!”

@14kunikida

*when he turned his head, their eyes met*

oh hi kunikida-kun!!