Tomogachi
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With their shared love of literature, Atsushi and Sigma start a literature club together, after spreading around some flyers they end up with some new members and everything is happy and good!Until things start going south very very quickly.
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boy u just like yo daddy (laughing emoji) by Pr3ludet04gony
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
26 Mar 2026
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Its fyover
lots of talking and investigations into dazai's secret affairs (kissing fyodor) also hes really depressedBookmarked by Tomogachi
21 Mar 2026
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When Jouno’s blade closed in at the Sky Casino, Dazai Osamu smiled—and chose not to be arrested.
In that single moment, Yokohama changed forever.
The Armed Detective Agency is being hunted. The Port Mafia is collapsing under unseen pressure. Fyodor has gone rogue, his Decay of Angels splintered and dangerous. And in the middle of it all stands Dazai, manipulating every side—Hunting Dogs, Mafia, Agency, and Decay alike—in a ruthless, calculated game no one else can see.
To the world, it looks like he’s betrayed them all.
To Chuuya, it feels like the past repeating itself.
And to Ranpo, it’s a puzzle with too many missing pieces.But behind the lies and shifting alliances, Dazai’s final gambit is simple: destroy Fyodor Dostoevsky, no matter what it costs.
Because if saving the world means becoming its villain again…
then that’s a role he’s willing to play.Bookmarked by Tomogachi
06 Jan 2026
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It is on nights like these – lying awake in the sweaty tangle of her bedsheets – that Fyodora finds herself thinking about the taste of flesh.
Her God, she knows, is real.
Flesh, however, is realer.
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Or, genderbent Fyozai. They're nuns.
Fyodora is not as holy as she fancies herself to be.Bookmarked by Tomogachi
30 Dec 2025
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They have a routine, for the days Fyodor is eaten.
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14 Dec 2025
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Fyodor wants to write scripture about the way Dazai’s hair falls into his eyes. Compose a sonata inspired by the hue of Dazai’s eyes under the streetlights. He wants to rip away Dazai’s mask of false purity with his teeth and feast on the sickness inside the wretched man’s soul.
He is snapped out of his reverie by laughter. The streetlights paint Dazai’s features sweetly, like honey drizzled over freshly-baked shortcake. He’s still leaning into Fyodor’s personal bubble as though it is nothing, as if the walls that have stood for over two thousand years were simply never built. The man tilts his head, amused. “Fyodor, are you feeling well? You can’t stop staring, this isn’t like you. You look a little more flushed than usual. This is odd, even for a freak like you.”
Fyodor blinks, runs sixteen simulations of the most feasibly possible outcomes for his next question in his mind, tilts his head, smiles, and—
“Osamu, would you like to come home with me tonight?”
—takes a leap of faith, for once.
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05 Dec 2025