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FyoLai
Based off from the painting Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan
Instead of the father killing his son out of wrath, Nikolai kills Fyodor out of his desire for freedom and later on regrets it. I have nothing else to say here except that I love FyoLai angst <3
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loz-tearsofahomo · 2 months
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He was looking into my essence, Dos-kun was the one person in my life who understood.
(Click for better quality) for @nakaharaswife bday!!
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thegayestwiener · 2 months
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If only loving you wasn't a sin :(
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justcallmesakira · 2 months
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WAIT WAIT
BSD FANDOM YOU GUYS ARE MISSING OUT SOMETHING OML
NOTICE HOW NIKOLAI ISNT THERE? NO BECAUSE WHERE DA FACK IS NIKOLAI DID HE LIKE use his ability to fly away? the mersault prison is very VERY high so he cant just like fly away or jump yknow
THIS MAKES THE POSSIBLITY OF FYODOR EXCHANGING HIS SOUL WITH NIKOLAI VERY MUCH OMG
FYODOR FUCKING DOSTOEVSKY IF THIS IS TRUE...I AM GOING TO FUCKING JOIN @rusmii NO JOKE U MOTHERFUCKER
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thataaabattery · 8 months
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Fyolai
(Ok, but the first one is kind of funny to me, lol. )
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kannellaspenta · 3 months
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link to my new fyolai fic! please mind the TWs as it's about much darker stuff than the last. it's loosy based on irl Dostoyevsky's "The Meek One"!
anyways i'm so excited to finally have it published!!!
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Aftermath...
So Fyodor and Nikolai successfully freed themselves! Here's Sigma's reactionnnn
TW: Blood
Knock-knock-knock
“Gogol? Dostoyevsky?”
Knocking on the door, Sigma paced worriedly. He’d heard a sound like someone falling and came back to investigate. “Nikolai, you better not have done something…” He knocked on the door again, this time a little harder. “Guys?!”
No response. At this point, Nikolai would have jumped out from the door and spoken quickly with a flurry of apologies. And Fyodor would have calmly walked out and softly said an apology for taking so long.
But neither of them answered the door, and all was silent in the room. Dammit, what’s happening?! Sigma ran down the hall to his office. Looking around, he saw the keys on his desk. He picked them up and ran back to the room. A strong smell of blood hit him as he ran back.
Oh no… No, nonono…! Sigma covered his nose as the smell hit him. He hastily opened the door. “Guys?!” The room was silent, but the smell lingered more. Sigma looked around, seeing no one, yet he knew that something wasn’t quite right. The window’s curtains were opened, and the moonlight shone in. A bench sat in front of the window, which was usually by the door. He walked over to it.
The bench was still warm in two spots. Inspecting the bench more, Sigma found dried drops of blood on it. Looking at the floor, there was blood leading to the right of the bench. He followed the trail. At the end of the trail was something that Sigma never thought he would see.
Fyodor and Nikolai lay on the floor beside the bed,  blood pooling around them. Fyodor was holding Nikolai, who lay on top of him in a position that seemed like a hug. Both of them had small smiles on their faces, as if they had enjoyed their last moments together to the fullest. For once, Nikolai seemed calm and Fyodor showed emotion.
Sigma walked over to them, careful not to smudge his shoes in the blood. They’re already gone… He thought. Sigma sat on the bed and looked out the window, the wind was tugging lightly at the curtains. “Were they admiring the stars? That’s unexpectedly sweet of them…” He wondered. The sky was still dark, and the stars shone brightly.
“I wonder, what did these two think of each other?” Sigma walked to the door and closed it, locking it as well. “I always thought that Nikolai annoyed Fyodor too, but now? It doesn’t seem to be the case…”
Sigma looked back at the two of them when he sat on the bed after pushing the bench back to its place by the door. He smiled softly. “I hope they’re together, wherever they are.”
Hm, that turned out better than expected.
Well, I hope you enjoyed .
I’ve had Fyolai brainrot for a while.
Enjoy the rest of your day/night and maybe go look at some other topics.
Angst isn’t really the best way to start/end your day.
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gherkin-saute · 5 months
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to all the cannibals out there, are open caskets funerals like buffets to you? /genq
+ more fyolai fluff/angst ♥︎♥︎ i love them sm they're so cuticle
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vypridae · 9 months
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'i don't see how you survived, but i'm so, so glad you did'
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kitty-thinks-stuff · 2 months
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uhm hot take I GUESS but i think the next chapter of bsd should just be multiple pages of skk and fyolai making out sloppy style🫶🫶🫶
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The Cost of Freedom 🃏
Inspired by @creantzy‘s fyolai work! But I wanted to illustrate more of Nikolai’s emotions showing through (please notice the tear on his cheek lol).
Please don’t hyperfixate on the picture frame. I know it looks a little out of place but I physically couldn’t draw the frame myself so I had to cheat my way through this piece.
Anyway, expect a Sigma or Tsukasa piece next!
(Commissions are still open! Just hmu on my DMs)
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etrevil · 7 months
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Chuuya next chapter? Skk in one panel together (without shooting the other) next chapter?? NIKOLAI HOLDING FYODOR'S DISMEMBERED HAND???
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chrxnicdaydream · 4 months
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to lose the one person who knew you best…
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“Looking back, there were tender moments we shared as well.”
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“And now… look what’s happened…”
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neonganymede · 4 months
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Fyolai with 6 or 17 maybe? Perhaps? Please? Pretty please? 🥺👉👈
Aahh, thank you for the request, dear anon! And you even said please <3 for such a polite anon, how could I not use both prompts~? Hope you enjoy!
6. A Kiss that was Regretted
17. A Kiss on the Cheek
“It’s quiz time!” Nikolai exclaimed as he burst into Fyodor’s office. He twirled on the spot, braid and cape fluttering behind him like a set of misshapen wings, and came to a stop right in front of his dear Fedya. With a grand flourish of his hat, he peered close to his darling and posed today’s riveting question.
“Can you guess what I’m thinking? No? Boo-hoo! But never fear, dear Fedya, for I will tell you the correct answer! I think I deserve a special reward!”
“Oh?” Fyodor didn’t even glance at him, his voice distant and dismissive as he looked over the report in his hand.
Nikolai didn’t care, didn’t let the lack of enthusiasm deter him one bit! He merely returned his hat to the top of his head and then swayed back and forth, carrying on the conversation as if he had Fyodor’s undivided attention.
He knew that his Fedya was merciful, understanding. As soon as he heard Nikolai’s clear and concise reasoning, he would certainly agree that this most valuable of rewards belonged to him!
“Absolutely! Don’t you think I deserve the most special reward for a job well done?”
“A job that you have not done yet,” Fyodor reminded, sounding both fond and annoyed at Nikolai’s persistence. “Why should you get a reward beforehand?”
Oh, and wasn’t Fyodor so smart? So cunning? Nikolai couldn’t slip anything by him, and wasn’t that just fantastic? A burst of glee bubbled its way through Nikolai’s veins, and were his wings not so sufficiently snipped by the very man sitting before him, Nikolai was certain he would have shot through the roof like a misfired bullet.
Of course, Fyodor had to know the perfect reason why Nikolai should have his reward now. If all went according to plan, then Nikolai’s very important task would result in his delightfully gruesome demise! Obviously he should get his reward now!
But Nikolai couldn’t give Fyodor an obvious answer! No, no, Fyodor deserved to hear a different reason! One that Nikolai had come up with all by himself without taking his supposedly imminent death into consideration.
“Why, as an incentive, of course! I’ll work so much better after I’ve been given my very special reward!”
“Is that so?” Fyodor finally set down his papers to fully regard Nikolai, his amethyst eyes glittering with deadly interest. “I would think that this very special reward would only cause you to slack off, and that would leave me very disappointed. Do you swear to still complete the job you have been assigned if I agree to pay you in advance?”
“I do, I do!” Nikolai promised with a rapid nod. He shuffled in place excitedly, his coat dangling from between his clasped hands. “I promise I’ll do such a good job in exchange for my super special, super secret reward!”
“Very well,” Fyodor agreed, far too calm for the way his words made Nikolai’s heart soar. It beat against his chest, trapped inside by his ribcage, and Nikolai thought that was such a shame! He would have died to see Fyodor’s face had his heart exploded out of him to present itself to the only person who would ever truly understand it.
“Would you now like to tell me exactly what it is you are expecting as a super special reward?”
Snickering, Nikolai kept wiggling, unable to stop moving now that he had Fyodor’s agreement. “A kiss!”
Fyodor lifted an eyebrow, his surprise almost hidden well behind carefully crafted indifference. “A kiss?”
“Yes!” Nikolai cheered, practically squirming with glee. “I want a kiss! Riiight here!”
Fyodor’s eyes followed him as he pointed to the side of his face. For emphasis, he gave his cheek a few pokes, the skin tight around his unbidden smile. He watched Fyodor for a reaction, waiting, and when he didn’t receive one, Nikolai feared that he had asked for too much.
A kiss on the cheek? What had Nikolai been thinking? He should have sooner asked for the world than something so dear, so precious!
But then Fyodor’s expression shifted, some of its sharpness softening into graceful amusement. He stood up to eliminate the scant space between them, and Nikolai struggled to hold himself still, to behave while Fedya calmly approached. One pale hand reached upward to catch Nikolai’s chin, his slim fingers littered with healing bites that tickled Nikolai’s skin.
“For what I am asking you to do,” Fyodor began as he rose up to place a firm kiss to Nikolai’s left cheek, “I believe you deserve two kisses.” Then he angled Nikolai’s face to kiss his right cheek as well, lingering there long enough for Nikolai to miss the heat of his breath once he’d stepped away.
“There. Is this reward sufficient enough?” Fyodor asked, sounding pleased with himself. He smiled, hair sweeping along his shoulder as he tilted his head to regard Nikolai with something akin to nonchalance. As if he hadn’t offered more than Nikolai would have ever dreamed of requesting.
As if he hadn’t pulled the chains around Nikolai’s wings tighter.
Nikolai could hardly move, hardly breathe. His chest ached, his heart still desperately trying to claw its way to freedom while the remarkable man in front of him pocketed the key to his enclosure with nothing more than an easy smile and a couple of kisses. He loathed this cage, longed to be free from the shackles of this unholy obsession, but…
Why peck so eagerly at this gracious hand? Why not bid his time, rest his wings until the perfect moment to shatter the shell of his attachment and be born anew?
“It is.”
And he meant it, for a moment. Those two kisses would be enough.
He meant it when he bid his Fedya farewell for what should have been the last time. He meant it when he stepped up to play his role in the Decay of Angels’ grandest scheme of all. He meant it when he deviated from the plan, when his devastating death scene ended in a thrilling plot twist that not even Fedya would have expected.
Those kisses would be enough for him.
And yet—
Standing in front of the burning wreckage that should have been Fyodor’s getaway, Nikolai wished. He lifted Fyodor’s hand to his cheek, pressed lifeless fingers to the same spot where he’d once been kissed, and he wished. His lips parted to sing a song of agony and confusion, the regretful cry of a caged bird unable to free itself from its metal prison, and he wished—
Wished that he’d been selfish enough to ask for a proper kiss.
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woklaza · 3 months
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To the people that I made (force) to become moots with and haven’t even message, or to that one person that likes and reblogs stuff I post and added my discord that didn’t message me who I can tell you kinda want to, I’m free rn and I’m so sorry i didn’t talk to y’all :((
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bee-writes-n-spins · 2 months
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a/n- something random to hold y’all over til baby girl chuuya
marina and the decay of angels (and dazai)
dazai-
“wish i’d been a prom queen fighting for the title instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible, feeling super super super suicidal.”
dazai osamu was stuck being thrown into bad situations left and right through his childhood and adolescence
he had to learn to survive, as did everyone
he was in the mafia, running around and murdering, torturing, among other crimes
perhaps he just wanted normal teen tears that those things didn’t happen. just highschool, friends, relationships.
nikolai-
“instead of love, and trust, and laughter, all you get is happy never after.”
nikolai wanted to be with fyodor, which has always been clear.
he wanted to feel things, but felt it only made him weak. so he tried to give them all up and work with fyodor.
in attempting that, fyodor lost his life and left nikolai with sadness.
fyodor-
“need to purge the poison from our system until human beings listen. tell me, who do you think you are?”
fyodor’s goal from the beginning is to rid the world of sin. killing in the name of his god.
and which, he would let no one get in the way of his goals.
thus, he must punish those for their crimes. for their sin. for their poison.
sigma -
“i know exactly what i want and who i want to be. i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine”
sigma isn’t human. that he knows.
normal human things don’t come naturally to him. he has to fake it.
and with faking it, one seems less human than ever. machine like, even. sigma became exactly like that.
a machine who, with just a push of a button, could be so easily altered and manipulated.
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