A Guide To Worship Of Nike - Cheat Sheets

Anyflip links to complete bsd light novels

dazai’s entrance exam - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/vpeu/

dark era - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/pcxl/

untold origins - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/ghzd/

55 minutes - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/ppxc/

dead apple - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/wvkq/

beast - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/vaqg/

fifteen - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/msym/

stormbringer - https://anyflip.com/gxcnw/gbxf/

i got a hold of these while z library was still in it’s full glory and thought i’d share! the translation on these is by yen press, if you want a site where you can download them dm me, send any complaints to my ask box :3 i also recommend checking out @/bsd-bibliophile’s website for fan translations 

Dazai sees a white tiger: oh atsushi, do you need me to deactivate your ability?

*Dazai touches the white tiger*

*Nothing happens*

*Dazai repeatedly touching the tiger*

Dazai: ........... Oh my god my ability isn't working!!!!!!!!!!

Atsushi walks in: Dazai-san I heard shouting, is everything ok?

Dazai: *confused noises*

Inspired by @inamagicalhallucination

Souheki having entire convos in their minds

AITA for trying to bag the new kid at my school? PART 3.

Due to the continued lack of progress, I am back, seeking help from the vagrant scum of this subreddit.

Dear basement dwellers and unwashed perverts: If even I, Tom Riddle, cannot get a date, then there truly is no hope for the rest of you.

Time to freshen up your cleaning charms and “lock in”.

For those of you whining about how I ought to just ‘approach him like a normal person’- I am not a normal person. I am a God, baptized in the blood of my enemies. Stop giving me meaningless platitudes, and start helping me smell his hair!

His little sycophant has been following him around everywhere, which has only made approaching him harder. Orion calls himself Harry’s ‘best friend’, but everyone knows Harry only hangs out with him because he feels so sorry for him. (Generations of inbreeding made one ugly baby lol!)

Harry’s very charitable like that. All the more reason to indoctrinate him into my cult, but he’s being weirdly stubborn about the whole thing?

“I don’t wanna learn dark magic, Tom.”

“I don’t believe in blood surpremacy, Tom.”

“Stop trying to take me into your murder dungeon, Tom.”

Isn’t that ridiculous? Anyone with half a brain would love to be invited into my murder dungeon the esteemed chamber built by my lineage!

Harry is very lucky to have so many muscles, as no one expects much brilliance from him. Still, I know he’s cleverer than he lets on. Just the other day, he noticed me cursing Grace Bell for lingering too long outside of the Quidditch changing rooms.

I was just looking out for him. And clearly I was right to do so, since I caught her creeping around while I was waiting for him to emerge, shirtless and damp, from his post game shower. Imagine the kind of obsessed weirdos he’d have to deal with if I wasn’t there to curse them all!

Still, other people would have been totally fooled- but not Harry. He gets me.

Clearly, he’s paying a lot of attention to me, so how can I capitalize on that? I tried spilling a bit of my potion on him in class the other day, so I could remove my shirt sensually and dry the liquid off of him. Only, then he started shouting at me about how I “wasn’t going to get away with this like I did with Myrtle.”

See- another example of how well he knows me! (That’s a girl I killed near my murder dungeon lol)

As you can see, this is a dire situation. Hurry up and provide me with some useful information before he kisses the incest baby.

Harry is very handsome, and I cannot afford to waste time. I have enclosed a photograph of him so that you wastes of genetic material understand the stakes.

[Harry_Potter_Riddle.Jpeg]

suziehiggins: oh, i get it. that guy is adorable

| OP: Stay away from my man, Susan.

Orion.Black: @harryjamespotterr

| OP: You will rue this day, you incestuous hellspawn.

harryjamespotter: Tom, is this some kind of prank?

| OP: Who is Tom I’ve never heard that name in my life.

| harryjamespotter: you literally posted a picture of yourself in the last update…

| ed_hardy: It’s okay, he was just catfishing

| OP: NO I WAS NOT

goonermachine: did you doodle Tom + Harry = Soulmates all over his picture?

| OP: I know you have eyes so I don’t see why you’re asking me such a stupid question. Yes

i will give my full thoughts on the chapter later but you all must understand how exhilarated i am to see dazai this morning. this week is going to be amazing, nothing will bring me down ever

TW: kinda gory??

Watched Pet Sementary (1989) and decided to bring back my Zombiezai concept and give him a zombie cat :P

Bsd except Chuuya doesn't join the Port Mafia.

The Sheep notice Chuuya moping about the base. And they know it's because he misses Dazai.

And so they divise a plan to get Dazai to come over. Chuuya's too stubborn to do it himself so they've got to take matters into their own hands.

So naturally they stage a kidnapping.

Dazai: sat in Port Mafia headquarters What are you guys doing?

Shirase: holding a large sack Kidnapping you, obviously.

Dazai: Uh huh, and why are you trying to kidnapp me?

Yuan: Chuuya's upset.

Dazai:... Dramatic Oh no! I'm being kidnapped, by these strangers! crawls into the sack Don't even try to rescue me, it's too dangerous!

...........

Chuuya: suspicious Where have you all been? And what's in the sack?

Shirase: Oh trust me your gonna love this.

Dazai: pops his head out Tada!

Chuuya: Dazai?! brightens up Idiot get out of that thing.

All the Sheep just highfiving each other as Chuuya ceases his moping.

And happily bickers with his not boyfriend, who looks equally as happy to see him.

It never occurs to any of them they could've just stole Chuuya's phone to call Dazai over.

And it won't be the last time they kidnapp him either.

#28 - how did he let this happen

Un coeur en demi-teinte (part 1?) Yandere x F!reader

Yandere Priest character and art by @meo-eiru. I love that man despite any logic or survival instincts.

There will probably be 2 or 3 chapters total (maybe idk), this chapter is more to set the scene.

Warning : none... For now

Father Micah walks peacefully among the stalls of the market, politely smiling at the passersby greeting him with respect, sometimes even bowing their heads to him a bit. 

“Hello, Father.” They say. 

Micah pursues his groceries, occasionally caressing the heads of some children running to him in awe, following him around like a celebrity. 

He is a celebrity here, and Micah is deeply respected in this town. People come to him for his blessing, for his forgiveness, and advice. They come lost and destroyed but after a discussion with him, they leave the monastery rebuilt, new, serene... 

People look up to him each time they are in trouble and follows blindly his opinion. 

People were skeptical about this new technology called Phone Marty and some protested the installation of one in the town hall, descending the streets with signs, screaming that this object would bring decadence and destruction to the town. Micah intervened in favor of it and even agreed to put on a show to call the Bishop of the region in front of a public with a smile. He had a small speech arguing that this was the future and the town should follow, that he saw no ill in this piece of technology and the townies had nothing to fear about it. 

Micah was not in the least surprised of the townies reaction. He chosed this city for a very specific reason after all. 

The city is isolated between steep mountains and the first train station of the town is very difficult to access and was built 80 years later compared to the rest of the country. This city is like a bubble, blocked in the past and Micah saw an opportunity here. 

To rule unquestioned on a small bastion. 

With careful planning and politics, the young Priest carved himself a place in the town and gained immense popularity and influence over the population ruled by old rigid traditions. 

Micah calculates his move carefully, even going against the Church’s wishes sometimes to base his power over the entire town. He fought for mandatory vaccines for children, getting vaccinated himself as an example, and helped eradicate the smallpox from the town that took so many lives before.  

He fought for a mixed school for adolescents, choosing to trust them while their parents thought it would pervert an entire generation and the nation was distrustful of the process. He held the class in an isolated room of the Monastery, welcoming for free any young who trusted the project, allowing the young girls and boys to meet organically while the town slowly lost population due to low birth rates. 

His project was fruitful.  

A larger range of young earned their diploma and married soon after with their school sweetheart, bringing new babies to the town. The Mayor who did not believe in his idea and fought against him had to come personally to present his excuses and ask to work together for the betterment of the town 

Micah accepted as he won what he wanted. 

Power. 

Power to reign supreme over the town. 

Any new decision needed the young Father’s approval, any new Mayor needed his support to win. Micah decided what to do with the town, whom to accept and whom to ban from the town, which new law to install, and which one to repel. 

Micah could model the town at his will, making it his personal kingdom and Eden’s garden for his personal enjoyment. People believed any word he said and he earned that power. People followed his lead like a dog obeys its Master and he used this power wisely. 

Micah had everything to be happy. 

Or what he thought he needed to have to be happy... 

But as the years passed by, a growing hole appeared in his soul, devouring any sentiment he had in his heart. He felt dissatisfied and like something crucial was missing in his life. 

Until recently, that is! 

Until... 

“Father Micah?” A young woman’s voice pulls him out of his reverie before a stall. 

“Yes young Lady?” He politely smiles at her. 

She blushes hard and searches for something in her pockets, taking out an envelope that she hands him, the face bright red. He considers it for a second before taking it gently. The envelope smells like rose and lavender. 

Perfume cost a fortune in this day and age but this young woman still used it on her letter for him. 

She bows to him, still red, and runs away to a circle of other young women waiting for her in the distance. Surely her group of friends. 

Micah observes the envelope of a delicate pinkish color. 

A love letter. 

Another one. 

He turns away from the girls and crumples it in his fist, throwing it away as he leaves the Market for the Monastery. 

He has no use for this love or any love that came before it. 

Micah crosses the town until a paper pinned on a pole catches his attention. On it, the portrait of a young woman he knows very well is drawn, offering a large sum of money for her capture. 

“We still did not catch that witch?” Someone asks behind him. 

He turns to an old man, taking support on a cane to stand still. 

“The sheriff did not warn me that they did at least.” Micah explains, taking the paper in his delicate hand “So young... Who could have known such a monster was acting among us...” 

“That angel of death! I hope she burns in hell!” The old man spit on the ground. 

“This is a terrible thought, sir. Such desire could bring you down with her, be careful.” He warns. 

The old man sniffs, but ultimately nods. 

“Did we find new victims?” He asks. 

“I cannot reveal such information, sir. The Sheriff trusts me with it.” Micah retorts gently  

“You are the light of this town, Father. You should not let us in the dark like that, if even you start having secrets we are done for. Surely you know something!” The old man begs. 

Micah pretends to look around them before leaning to the ear of the old man and starts whipsering. 

“We think a recent death in the Monastery hospital might be due to poisoning...” 

“Hell! She found her way in the Monastery hopsital?! This witch has no limits! She deconsecrates the church and the souls of the victims!” The old man rages. 

Micah presses his finger on his lips. 

“Of course, this info is strictly confidential for the investigation. I would not want it to spread in the town and cause a mass hysteria, can I trust you?” 

The old man’s eyes start glimming mischeviously. 

“I will be as mute as a tomb, Father.” 

“Good. Go now, I must prepare for the Mass tonight.” Micah politely enjoins. 

“Of course father. Another mass to pray for her victims’ souls?” 

“I will hold as much as it is needed. Until we capture and judge her for her deed.” 

The old man nod and walk away. 

Micah smiles to himself. 

The old man lost three grandkids to that woman and his hate for her is deep. 

His hate for you... 

Of course, he is going to spread the word to the town, enraging the spirits even more, starting a new witch hunt in the Mountains and the forests nearby. 

Micah tears your poster off the pole and walks to the Monastery. He crosses it to gain his apartment, a small house in the garden of the Monastery, isolated and peaceful. 

His castle in his kingdom. 

He opens the door and locks it behind him immediately. 

“Rosebud? (Y/n)? I am home.” He announces. 

You open a door and come running into his arms, pressing you against his taller frame. 

“Father Micah...!” 

“Did anyone see you?” He investigate. 

“No! I remained hidden like you ordered me to.” 

“Good. You must not leave this house under any pretenses, you are not safe outside.” 

You part from him, sighing. 

“I know Father, I know... Did you talk to the Sheriff?” 

“He is busy with a new case, unfortunately.” He explains, putting down the groceries on the table, “I will plead your case do not worry. But the spirits are boiling and vengeful, a new victim has been discovered.” 

“I did not kill them! I did not kill anyone! You know that, Micah, don’t you?!” You beg with eyes wet with tears threatening to spill. 

“I believe you, (Y/n). I do. But you know how the town is, you know how they think. It will be hard to clear your name of any suspicion.” 

You lower your head defeated. 

“I see...” 

“I am with you in this trial, my child.” He takes your shoulder in his hand to squeeze it gently, a reassuring smile on his face. 

“I know... Thank God at least you believe me... If you did not, I do not know what I would have done...” You sob, “I would be lost forever...” 

“Dry your tears, my darling. I am working on it, do not fret.” He promises, pulling you to him to die his nose in your hair. 

You smell delectable, just as he loves. 

You press your feminine curves against his body in a desperate search for support, wiping a tear away. 

Micah smiles to himself again. 

Poor little lamb... So lost and fragile. 

So adorable 

So intoxicating 

His darling 

His rosebud. 

His... 

He cups your cheek to make you look at him. 

“Come on now. I must prepare for the evening Mass, do you need anything?” 

“Will you be gone for long?” You grab his hand desperately. 

“No. 2 hours at most, as always.” 

“Come back to me soon...” You beg, “I feel so alone in here.” 

“I promise, my darling.” And he kisses your forehead tenderly. 

Not your lips. 

Not yet... 

This is for later 

For when you will totally be at his mercy, under his power. 

Then he will break his vows and delight himself of your soul and body. 

He will eat you up 

Devour you until you beg for his mercy 

And maybe he will stop 

Or maybe not 

He is a capricious man and he is demanding. 

You did not know what kind of hell you entered when you got down that wagon train, when you entered that secluded town as an outsider... 

But you are Micah’s hell 

His obsession 

His rosebud 

His darling 

He will have you, wether you like it or not 

After all he reigns supreme. 

And unquestioned. 

What if fyodor was the one to meet waterloo!reader? What would there dynamic be like

OMGGGGGG nonnie .. if we’re going to be real, i do think that fyodor and reader would get along quite well if they met before dazai and her met. like, in badlands, she met fyodor at a tea house & spoke to him for a while, played a game of chess with him and she really enjoyed the time she spent talking to him until, yk, dazai showed up bleeding out on her doorstep. our girl is an intellectual 🤞 she enjoys talking with people who can keep up with her and fyodor would definitely fit that bill.

fyodor would obviously never be able to tell her about his plans - or if he does, he’d have to go about it in a warped/convoluted way to try to retain her support but it would very unlikely. they’re very opposite in that regards.

but on the other hand, fyodor and reader do meet in almost every universe, and in every universe, he’s always very intrigued by her, enjoys talking to her. she’s obviously not on the level of him and dazai, not even close, but she keeps him on his toes & challenges him and his ideals in ways he doesn’t expect. he was very much not lying in uu when he said he’d have liked to have a woman like her by his side.

oh nonnieeee ur stirring trouble because now you’re making me want to write an au where she meets fyodor before dazai.