#but I originally wrote them with Dazai in mind ;)

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Valentine’s Day prompt 💝

For Dazai x Reader 🔞: it’s Valentine’s Day & Dazai tells Reader how romantic it would be to die together today & Reader replies “how about we fuck instead?”

A Little Death (Dark Era; aged up/18+; NSFW) Mafia!Dazai x Reader  1706 words Tw: sui ideation, choking

It was a secluded scene, shrouded in silence. No one dared to cross the boundary of the hotel’s grounds; to do so was a privilege only afforded to a select few. Its air of secrecy was such that it rendered the half a dozen armed guards who brooded over the tower like ravens, quite superfluous. Port Mafia territory. For a scarce number, its walls knew their secrets but whispered none. For the rest, it was simply impenetrable. 

The hotel room was neither luxurious nor homely. Thin gauze blinds let in little moonlight. Outside, the starless sky was streaked with storm clouds. Even the fluorescence which defined Yokohama’s horizon and kept the city in artificial daylight did not reach this dark corner of the prefecture. Rain pattered relentlessly, the deluge so intense that entire waves were dashed at the rattling windows. Thin branches scraped against glass. You glanced above your head, half-expecting the flaked plaster to cave in at any moment. 

Quieter than the storm came the clicking of the heating unit. A stale smell lingered about the plain, whitewashed walls. A black suit jacket thrown over a chair. Unfinished business. Sake bottles cluttered the side table. A low electric light. Crumpled bed sheets and the scent of sex. 

You felt too cold to remain in the doorway. Shrugging your coat off, you hung it on a wall-mounted hook beside his. Its belt dripped rainwater onto the matting beside your discarded Louboutins. As you crossed into the room his silhouette came into view. Dazai sat cross legged on the floor, arms in his lap, his back against the end of a double, Western-style bed. He made no sign at your approach. His gestures, or lack of, were as inscrutable as ever. No one had ever sifted the murky depths which submerged his heart. You only knew that he played games. And, if his intention was to set you on edge, then you would just have to make yourself comfortable.

“I know I kept you waiting…”

The bed gave a small creak as you knelt upon it. Removing the tie from your hair, you allowed it to tumble down, sodden and tangled, past your waist. Then, with a sound of relative contentment, you flung yourself on your back and stretched out your legs luxuriously upon the pillows. Dazai was motionless; the back of his head remained against the foot of the bed. Dark, brown tufts stood up, unruly. You let your head hang down beside his so that your rain-flecked skin brushed against his face. His cotton bandage wrapping grazed your cheek. You felt his jaw tighten. Upside down, the cracks in the floor appeared more fragile than the ceiling. Either one could give way at any moment.

A hand reached into your hair. 

“If you remember, you did promise me romance…” Dazai’s tone was as soft as silk. With a turn of his head, the tip of his nose brushed your own. His breath, sweet with sake, clouded you. Threatened to pull you under. Only the initiating thread of conversation and he was already reeling you in.

Slowly his fingers stroked loose strands from your face, until he was cradling the back of your head. There was something so gentle, so loving in the subtle press of his fingertips that you closed your eyes. 

“I know…” Your words bore the weight of remorse, even if you didn’t feel it.

Rain lashed violently at the window. Dazai gathered your damp hair around his fingers, weaving a braid like a coil of rope. Playful. If his patience was worn then the lithe movements of his hands did not suggest it. 

“How beautiful…” he mused to himself, wrapping the twisted knots like a noose around his knuckles. Watchful, you lay still. In the gloom the pale skin of your neck shone silver.

“What is?”

Wet hair tickled your throat.

“...why, the thought of dying with you tonight. What else?”

Dazai’s voice was thick with desire, quite at odds with such a fatalistic notion. The weight of your corded braid was draped across your neck. With a rustling movement, he had risen to his knees.

“...that’s why you came here, after all.” Dazai poured his whisper into your ear. Liquid black. 

Unkempt hair brushed your skin. A pale face; his scars half-hidden beneath wrappings. Dazai’s exposed eye gazed down at you with lust. Its colour was as dark as earth whilst the iris gleamed like molten gold at its centre. His words, his gestures, his games; who could look beyond the endless depths into Dazai’s heart? No; to meet his eye was to stare down into the core of the world itself.

A pull upon the end of your hair; the vine wound itself tighter. You smiled up at him, despite the pink blotches forming on your skin. 

“Actually -” you managed, your breath stuttering, “- what I proposed - was a little death.” 

Your scalp burned where strands were almost yanked from the roots. Ignoring your hold upon his sleeve, Dazai twisted your hair around his fingers. As ever, he wove his little designs only for you to fall, ensnared in his trap. Not that you minded. If you had any intention of survival, then you would never have accepted his invitation here tonight. Easy prey. What was the point in the struggle when Dazai could so easily devour you whole?

Then the twisted cord collapsed. Your chest heaved in the quiet room. The long ribbon of your hair was still gathered in Dazai’s grip. Fiercely, he jerked your head backwards. 

“Is that all you can manage?” Warm breath curled over the shell of your ear. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your lobe. Bloodlust rose to the surface.

You let out a shiver of breath, rolling your head back against the covers. Dazai’s shadow fell; rippled down your chest as he leaned over the edge of the bed. His black tie swung loose; draped over your ribcage. With a brush of cool air he drew your collar away. Languorous in his movements, he enjoyed the sight of you like this. His nose grazed your bare shoulder, breath ghosting over your skin. Then - a gentle drop of his lips.

“Find out for yourself, Osamu…” 

Dazai pressed his kiss to the base of your throat like a knife. 

Hands gathered in his hair, you sighed as Dazai trailed slow, hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your jawline. Your legs writhed against the pillows. Purple wounds nicked into your skin; each mark counted and tossed on the mound of his sins. They said that only darkness flowed through his veins. Mafia black. Doomed to love as dangerously as he lived.

Dazai tasted your jaw; lingered over your cheek, his breath coming quicker. Threading his fingers through your own, he drew your arms beneath him. A feather-light touch to the pale skin of your wrists, his fingertips wandered your limbs. A tuft of dark fringe swept your chin as Dazai kissed your lower lip. Thighs clenched together, you gave another airless sigh. Your mouth chased his, body arching beneath his caress. Head turning against his own, you felt his tongue glide over the back of your teeth. 

With a creak of mattress springs, the weight upon the bed shifted. Dazai’s knee sank into the covers beside your head. Bandaged hands smoothed the hem of your dress as his mouth nipped languidly at your bottom lip.  The material was bunched together in his fist, and then he slowly drew it up over your hips. 

You gasped as Dazai broke away from your mouth. Fingertips stroked your upper leg. A thumb dipped into the waistline of your underwear. 

“La petite mort… the brief state of unconsciousness.” Dazai’s breath warmed the inside of your leg. “Only those consumed by death or desire know it…”

With one hook of his finger he had drawn the lace down around your ankles. Teeth grazed your thigh. Your chest rose and fell as he pressed a kiss to your soft, warm skin. Inching closer, closer… until he was right above where you wanted him. Your hands slipped down Dazai’s lower back. Then, the first brush of his tongue. A low moan bled from your throat. His crumpled shirt almost tore under your nails.

Dazai teased, tasted your clit; his subtle toying sent heat flaring. But one taste had provoked a deeper craving within him. Tongue flattened against you, Dazai indulged himself. His grasp upon your legs tightened until his knuckles blanched. The swill of his tongue set your tender flesh aflame. Your mouth dropped open, back curved away from the bed. Beads of sweat broke out over your forehead as you gripped the bedsheets in your fists. All you wanted was to feel his movements inside you.

As Dazai leaned over you, the fabric of his suit brushed your ear. Self-serving, of course he never gave without taking. All that mattered was the price you paid. In this position, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Reaching out, your hand brushed the rigid pleat in his trousers. Hastily, you unclasped his belt; slung down the material; drew him out. With a firm grasp you guided his rock hard cock down to your open mouth. 

Lips closed around him. Tight. With a shudder, his hips thrust forward. Dazai’s bandaged hands lifted your legs, splayed you open to swallow you whole. Fingertips buried themselves in your skin. Oh how he longed to grip them in your hair whilst he rubbed himself against your lips. Your nerves were humming; shivers shot through your limbs like electricity. The first syllable of his name collapsed into a moan which sent vibrations down his cock. He scraped the roof of your mouth over and over, until his rhythm began to stutter.

“Fuck…” you heard him choke. “...fuck… no one else can take me like you do.”

He gripped your legs higher, pulled you to him, drank you down. Insatiable. You were burning alive. Helpless, your body melted on his tongue. With a choked gasp, you clenched your thighs around his neck. 

“...wanna die happy…” Dazai’s voice was weak as he wiped his mouth on the inside of your thigh. “...so let me die between these legs, Beautiful...”

#thanks for your prompt Val! #I wanted to take a break from Levihan #but I'll be back on my bullshit soon dw #some of these lines were used in my Levi drabble #but I originally wrote them with Dazai in mind ;) #so had to honour them here. They were always meant for him <3 #mafia!dazai #bsd dark era #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x fem!reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #tw choking #tw sui ideation #n.sfw #my writing

[ethereal-blossom]

Giving BSD boys a blowjob for the first time

ft. dazai, kunikida

warnings: blowjobs (surprise!) MDNI

a/n: kinda wrote these in mind thinking it was also giving them a handjob for the first time so I guess that's double the fun!

Dazai Osamu ♡

Your eyes looked up to find Dazai's face, searching for a sign of approval. In response, Dazai let out a validating, soft moan and closed his eyes as he nodded. "You're doing excellent, belladonna."

It wasn't unexpected. Dazai, sharp and observant as a hawk, had seen the way your eyes lingered over every small change in his facial expressions. While you were dating, both of you had agreed to take things slow. Even small milestones like holding hands was a huge thing for the man that was wrapped in bandages. The slow burn of deepening your relationship into each other's hearts until it left a permanent mark that even time couldn't erase, was wonderful.

But with time grows desire. Dazai teased you to the point of dilated pupils, hitching breaths, and a blush that cups your cheeks. Exactly like planned, the detective thought, smirking behind the mask of crafted innocence. Except, the plan had been for you to beg him to touch you; not that you would beg to make him feel good as your fingers pushed his hips onto the couch. Dazai is highly aware of his intelligence that makes him read people as if they are a children's book, but sometimes, he thinks he doesn't always grab your nature. The type of nature that has you on your knees in front of him, getting high off of his pleasure.

When you wanted to focus your attention back on the twitching cock in your hand, the sight of Dazai's fingers grabbed your attention. You knew Dazai better than any living soul. Although still a mystery novel that hides behind words of deceive and avoidance to keep parts of itself hidden until the time of reveal is there, this mystery novel was slowly showing you its pages that brought you closer to the truth.

One of the mysteries revealed was Dazai's massive self-control over his external reactions. Emotions were another vulnerable aspect of what it meant to be human, and Dazai hid them masterfully. A part of that was because it functioned as a tactic to reach his goals and stay in control, but a part of you wondered if it was because Dazai feared vulnerability more than a bullet. Emotional suffering is torture for the ones with a sensitive heart.

While Dazai's face was decorated in controlled bliss and his moans playing like a soft lullaby, the slender fingers around the sheets were clinging for dear life. You see... could you make another crack in that composed facade?

Your thumb starts drawing circles over Dazai's tip and with that, you witnessed the twitching of both his cock and fingers. A soft groan escaped Dazai's clenched jaw. "Ah, that's my belladonna. You're soo good to me, hm? Working hard for that reward." That controlled tone...

... It wasn't enough.

Dazai could tell something changed. Even though he had his eyes closed in concentration, clinging to the tiny bit of control he had, he noticed how your stroking became irregular. "What's filling your mind that isn't my- argh, shit." Dazai's eyes shot open as he bolted his hips deeper into your mouth, leaving you gagged for a good second.

That face of pure shock and arousal, the one you rarely got to see on your lover, revealed itself to you as you had taken Dazai's tip into your mouth. "Y/N, that's-"

Another lick and Dazai's original sentence was replaced by a moan, and the detective felt like all control slipped between his fingers when you placed your hands around the rest of his cock.

Dazai grabbed your hair, hissing you to go slower because oh God, he was about to cum faster than he ever did in his twenty-two years of living, and God knows he did not want this euphoria to end this soon. Oh, he really wasn't used to feeling this good-

"Belladonna, y/n, please-" Dazai didn't know what he was begging you for. For you to go slower? Faster? What it was, you hummed in approval. That little vibration was all it needed for Dazai to throw his head in his neck. His toes curled as high-pitched whines fell over lips that had become swollen in a miserable attempt to hide his moans.

When you looked up after swallowing, you were met with Dazai's bangs hanging over his eyes. "Osamu, are you okay?" Worried, you push the chocolate colored bangs aside and... oh.

He was so pretty with scarlet painted cheeks. Dazai couldn't even look you in the eyes, giving up after one second of eye-contact before shyly facing another side with his head. "That was... good. For a first attempt."

You chuckled as your hand caresses the cheek that faced your way and with a slightly hoarse voice you respond: "Good. I'll make you even feel better next time."

Dazai's hands twitch one last time before he closes his eyes and mentally picks up every string that he lost along the way. As the detective opens his eyes, you can see the control and seduction in those dark eyes that you love so much.

Dazai leans closer until you feel his breath on your ear. His lips tickle and a shiver runs down your spine as he whispers: "Someone has earned that reward, hasn't she? Let's see how long I can make you last."

Kunikida Doppo ♡

Rubies could not compete with the radiant red glow of Kunikida's face as he realized what you were about to do. The detective should have known you were up to something when he was preparing today's schedule and you had popped up behind him, placing your arms around his waist as you kissed his neck and whispered: "Keep a spot open at 8 PM, love."

Even when the blond had asked for details, your lips stayed sealed. The only hint Kunikida got out of you was "Dazai has made you work over-hours; I want to treat you."

Naively, innocently, Kunikida thought you might have a dinner or massage in mind. Not that he was wrong! It was just a... different type of massage. With your tender fingers wrapped around his cock, Kunikida clenched his jaw to not make a sound, but the moan slipped away as he sighed your name: "Y/n... I, we-"

"Does it feel good, Doppo?" You made sure to rub his tip with your thumb right then, making the detective's cock drop with pre-cum.

"It- yes... yes, it feels good."

Looking up blessed you with the sight of an orderly man turned into a mess under the tip of your fingers. A wave of arousal rushed through your body, seeing the man unravel in front of you. You figured he would be vocal, but oh-

Kunikida was sensitive. The smallest movement had him throwing his head back and trusting his hip as tiny moans calling your name filled the room. Not only were his cheeks the color of fire due to the heat of your touch, but the intimacy of it all left him flustered as well.

You felt a hand rest on your head, lightly gripping a bit of hair. "Y/n... we, you- I have to make you feel good, too."

Oh. "That has to wait."

"But- ah!" The hand around your hair tightened in response to your mouth taking his cock.

Kunikida's thoughts were twirled up in the storm that was you. Your name rolled off his tongue like worshipping prayers as you brought Heaven to earth for him.

The bliss of touching Heaven became too much, and with one closing word, Kunikida fell apart. He arched his back, forgetting to bite his lip to soften the groans that might slip through the walls where his colleagues live. His grip around you tightens, never wanting to let you go, never wanting to let this feeling go. But then Kunikida realizes he's still on earth and lessens his grip on the fear he's hurting you.

The detective looked into your eyes, but they were filled with lust directed at him and God, it felt so sinful that he had to deflect his gaze. Yet, you grabbed his chin and made your boyfriend face you.

"Do you feel better?"

Kunikida stammered, trying to get out a word. "Yes, that was," an embarrassed cough, "excellent." 

Your thumb caressed his lip. "Good."

And then, the world flipped around as Kunikida lay your back on the bed. "I have done a deep-dive research on how to please you when the time was there. Now, let me return the favor." 

#dazai x reader #kunikida x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd smut #dazai x you #kunikida x you #bsd scenario #bsd dazai #bsd kunikida #dazai x y/n #kunikida x y/n #dazai smut #kunikida smut

[chuuyascumsock]

Okay soooo i kindaa had a silly idea and ran with it…. Fem!dazai who’s a monsterfucker with an AFAB!reader who is ALSO monsterfucker?

-Imagine fem!dazai finding out her s/o is a monsterfucker~

Imagine the two of them on Dazais bed just rambling on to eachother and then reader just says “honestly sometimes id just love to be fucked dumb by a tentacle y’know?”

And dazai just nods like “yass girll me too~” but she has this sneaky look in her eye.

-“Zai?whats up??oh no…what did you just think of🤨”

-“Oh no just…hold on”

She goes over to her closet and picks up a box and brings it back to the bed and opens it.

And lo and behold its fuckin filled with an assortment of monster-dicks.

Reader then looks up at dazai like 😳

And all she says is “ive got way better than a tentacle babe~ take your pick”

And when reader can’t pick on,she just covers their eyes and makes em pick one.

Imagine the rest of the night she just uses them all on you so you can find your absolute favorite…

Well at least that’s the excuse she made to get you on board.

Imagine dazai just goin to townn on you with each and ever one in the box,trying some of her favorite ones twice(just to make sure you get a proper feel for it ofc! she definitely doesnt love seeing your face scrunch up and relax as each one enters your pretty little cunt,each one a different shape,size,length and girth.)

Imagine her going so deep,it rubs against your cervix…imagine cumming so many times that at this point neither of you have kept count accurately.

Imagine her stimulating your clit with a little bullet vibrator as she thrusts the foreign shapes into you revelling in the way you moan out her name and grip the sheets,your toes curling and your back arching.

Imagine her using a vibrating one and just keeping it inside you,buried to the hilt and making u beg to have it pulled out.

Imagine her running her finger along the edge of your cunt,gathering some of your slick and demanding that you clean the mess off her fingers in exchange for taking it out of you.

Imagine by the time your done you feel so sore and exhausted that you can barely even get up to go have a post-coital shower.

Imagine waking up the next day to see that each and every one of the little gadgets had been haphazardly thrown back into their box. Only your decided favorites lying nicely cleaned and dry on your night stand.

Imagine getting just a little sweet revenge on her and buying her one she doesnt have just to use it on her until she cant walk. Honestly I doubt she’d mind~ I mean she gets to skip work the next day, AND she gets to be your little pillow princess~ It was a win win situation!

I hope its okie and not too much😭

ALSO IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW U WERE LACTOSE INTOLERANT!!!!

Lets just imagine my icon is um lactose free cheese?(is that a thing?)

Anywho! OMG GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR EXAMS!!!! Ive got exams on monday too #A Levels🥲 I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!! YOUVE GOT THIS!!!!

Stay safe! Study well and i believe in you!

-🧀

DEAR LORD 🧀, WANT SOME WORD COUNT LIMIT WITH THAT ESSAY 😭⁉️

I love how dedicated you are lol.

But you’re missing the part where Fem!Dazai would get a double sided monster dildo just to share with you so you could fuck yourselves stupid on it. And she only gets more enthusiastic about it when your pussies meet in the middle and your clits rub against each other 🤭

OOOO ALSO BONUS BUT UHM, I HAVE A FEM! CHUUYA x READER x FEM! DAZAI SMUT DRAFT SITTING IN MY DOCS THAT WAS ORIGINALLY GOING TO BE WHAT I POSTED INSTEAD OF JUST THE FEM! CHUUYA SMUT 😶 I had the idea written down but I never wrote it. (I want to though.)

#casual asks #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai smut #fem dazai

[wildflowerteas]

hella got through chapter 6 everyone cheer!

i don't know how to respond to this coherently so i'm just going to scroll down and let the word vomit happen:

the choice of emoji reacts to some of these . . . i'm surprised hella hasn't killed you guys. keeping gin away from this mess is the last thing on my mind, unfortunately *stares at the BEAST tag*

ARRGHHHFGHHH IM SO GLAD YOU GUYS LIKE SSKK. they're such a breath of fresh air, and writing them comes so easily to me. while i like writing skk ( fucked up as they are--even at this point in the story ) and the fast-paced nature of their relationship, this is romance writing work coming from the guy whose only other fic had a first kiss at uhhh...160k words.

yesenina did serve too hard. i imagine her as similair to the others, but with a Rita Hayworth-like air of ambition about her, and that's a serve. and it's what gets her killed.

Chuuya Yuan history coming in SOON. actually. Next chapter. seeing hella lose it over Chuuya's internal monologue here has been absolutely hilarious and kind of rewarding. I Knew All That because I'm the author ( duh ) so i never really grasped how strange the shift to Chuuya's thoughts about the relationship would be. I mean there's snippets of it, like the diner scene, but you're right, it's fanfic and so that is a lot easier to sweep under the rug.

ACAB. I considered putting a line from Doc Riedenschneider in The Asphalt Jungle ( 1950 ) "Experience has taught me to never trust a policeman. Just when you think one's alright, he turns legit." in a divider chapter between part I and part II, but I thought was too on the nose following 7 ( and a bit pretentious considering this is just ao3 fanfic and not a published work or anything ) so i grabbed myself by the metaphorical monkey backpack and didn't. Mafia Nepo Baby 😭 I love Hella HUGE WIN FOR ME. I was so nervous because i needed to balance Chuuya being observant but also quite literally *out of the loop.* He's not from the same world as Dazai--he's not involved with the murders or the politics or the mess going on yet. He comes across as oblivious at times because Dazai's POV is purposefully designed to make you see him that way. Dazai's so sure he's in control of what Chuuya knows that he doesn't realize he might have met his match.

ZSKK are uhm. yeah. all im gonna say there.

the "PARDON." IM CACKLING

argh. the switch up with this chapter...why the hell am i getting nostalgic for something i wrote less than two months ago ( ican't believe i've been grinding through this fic so fast jesus ).

i love unhealthy dynamics, truly. this fic was really a test to see if i could write soukoku making each other worse. which is a pretty stark contrast to my other stuff.

HELLA. OH MY GOD. that bit about their careers . . . i can't believe she noticed that. Chuuya started the fic genuinely ambitious, wanting the spotlight, wanting to defy expectations set upon him by his looks, his race, and his past. Dazai's a cop, sworn to uphold the law, but he doesn't feel like a good person. He can't ( interlude chapter . . . stares out the window ), but he can use everything about who he is to give Chuuya the life he wants. like a guardian ange--*gets taken out by a sniper chapter 8 style* Their original goals aren't gone, per se, they've simply been reoriented.

can't wait for chapter 7

i know it'll make Hella want to hunt me down for sport, so i'll sleep with both eyes open for the forseeable future.

#ask

[valenteal]

I’ve been posting a lot about my thoughts on Dazai’s characterization and motivations but honestly I’ve been dedicating a lot more energy to trying to understand Oda. Dazai is an amazingly complex character but he’s a constant in the story and we know quite a lot about him, comparatively. Oda is incredibly mysterious and much harder to understand. My breakthrough earlier figuring out that Oda had the book has really helped me open my mind to another side of Oda I hadn’t yet considered.

The things is, authors have to be a bit cruel. Oda’s reasoning for not killing because he wanted to be a writer doesn’t make sense, we kill our own characters all the time. We put them through hell over and over for entertainment/to convey a deeper meaning. I think maybe one of the conditions of having the book is not killing directly, or maybe a certain level of removal from the storyline. Like, if you control reality and others lives with the book you’re giving up a certain amount of control physically in the moment.

Oda is a killer. He is friends with killers. And if I’m right about him being the author of the Dark Era he wrote the deaths of the kids. I think his reaction was genuine, I think he really felt like he shouldn’t have the book, that he didn’t deserve to be its author anymore, but I really think that he wrote the story to give Dazai the opportunity and the motivation to get a better life. I mean, I’ve made myself cry with my writing. The most compelling stories are full of tragedy.

Oda was a child assassin. He was a writer. He was a mafioso. But most of all he was Dazai’s friend.

Wait! Holy shit idea!

Okay so Natsume had the book before Oda, but he was definitely following Dazai around before he got the book so we know there’s already a connection there. I’ve been wondering why Oda was so attached to Dazai. But Natsume wrote the story he adored, the third installment which Oda finished was The Book. But what did Natsume write about? What exactly were the books Oda loved? What if it was Dazai’s story? What if Oda knows Dazai so well because he read his life story over and over and yearned to give him a happy ending? What if his whole motivation was to finish the story in a satisfying way? And everything from the orphan’s existence to Ango’s betrayal was to create an open ended story in which Dazai could potentially have have a better life?

Oda is such an incredible character. He’s full of contradictions until you actually start thinking of him as an author. We authors have strange minds, we love our characters but we put them through so much. Because we wouldn’t love them if we didn’t make them struggle, make them realistic and deep and meaningful. Oda knew the kids were going to die, he wrote it. But he got attached like anyone would. But he was done writing the story, all that was left was for it to play out. So he passed ownership of the book to Dazai and went to play his role.

Fuck I’m getting emotional omg Odasaku is wonderful. I don’t even care if the entire theory is wrong, I’ve figured Oda out with the information I was given and filled in the blanks. Asagiri himself wouldn’t be able to make me give this theory up.

Oda isn’t a good person with strong morals the way he presents himself. He does that to fill the mentor roll for Dazai and to get Dazai to make the desired decisions. He just a fan who was given control of the story by the original author and basically used all the writing tools ever to create a story in which the character he loved but who was tragically doomed and seeped in darkness could find some happiness. Just like anyone writing a fix-it fic. Accept his fix is canon.

Holy shit I’m a genius.

Don’t come at me you have no idea how proud I am of this! Either I figured out the most confusing character ever written or I have created a genius explanation that nothing will ever top (for me anyway).

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd theories #oda sakunosuke #bsd odasaku #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #analysis #writer rambles #im so proud of this rn #im either a great detective or a great writer or both #the book bsd #bsd natsume #author odasaku #author dazai #but also #main character dazai #fan odasaku #imagine becoming the new author of your fav unfinished series #but its real and to tell the story you actually need to kill real people #holy shit

[the-demon-prodigy]

The True Genius of Bungo Stray Dogs (As Seen in the Portrayal of Osamu Dazai)

oh boy heres another formal-sounding one!! i wrote this to follow an essay formula and under the assumption that it would be shown to someone who is less well-versed in bsd (i kinda just explained what it was and what bungo meant in the introductory paragraphs) so just skim those parts if u already know those things :ppp

in this one i mostly cover some of the biggest similarities between yozo of nlh and dazai of bsd! i dont rlly cover bsd dazai versus irl dazai so keep that in mind. its not super in-depth and ive only read nlh once so far, so anybody who's got thoughts feel free to add!

without further ado, lets get into it :> (the whole thing will be under the cut)

TW: Su1c1de, add1ction (specifically alcoho1ism), s3xual abus3, emotional abus3

Bungo Stray Dogs is a manga, anime, and light novel series that takes place in a semi-fictional version of Yokohama, Japan. 

The Japanese word “bungo” translates to “literary”; and almost every significant character is named after a classic author and has a supernatural ability named after one of their works. However, the influence of literature upon each of the characters runs deeper than just their name and ability.

Today, we will be covering the true ingenuity of Bungo Stray Dogs through its unique method of drawing parallels between real-life and fiction, and fiction and other fiction, using the character and author Osamu Dazai as an example. (All uses of the name Dazai will refer to his fictional version unless specified otherwise.)

Dazai is one of the most beloved characters of the series, and his popularity as a fictional character brought the book that his character and ability are in reference to, No Longer Human, to many more sales despite it being over 60 years since the book’s original publication.

Dazai’s character is commonly praised for his remarkable representation of those who experience mental illness, and this theme is a very prominent one in the book that his character is based upon.

No Longer Human is a semi-autobiographical work created by the real-life Osamu Dazai, following the life of a man named Oba Yozo in the formula of three notebooks. Among its themes are isolation, alienation, suicidality, addiction, and much more.

Yozo experiences immense alienation from society, carrying a far deeper melancholy than any others seem to. In order to combat the evident unpalatability of his true nature, he takes on the facade of a bumbling fool before others in order to avoid their wrath and perhaps also sate his desire to be loved (Pg. 26 of NLH [No Longer Human]). 

(One of, if not the, biggest similarity between Bungo Stray Dogs’ Dazai and Yozo, is the alienation that came as a result of their unique nature and philosophy, which surrounded them in a profound despair simply through the act of living.)

Sexually abused as a young child (Pg. 35 of NLH), Yozo believes human beings to harbor an intrinsic cruelty, and wishes to avoid bearing witness to their intimidating true nature at all costs. Yozo feels immense fear of human beings due to his inability to understand them (Pg. 28 of NLH), unable to understand what they think about when they walk the streets, what they wish for, and why they engage in simple acts such as eating. (Pgs. 23 & 26 of NLH) 

Dazai as a Bungo Stray Dogs character diverges from Yozo in many ways, but they have a similarity in the existence of a public facade created in order to hide from pain and hurt, and a deep alienation from society that leads them to dehumanize themselves.

Both Dazai and Yozo believe themselves incapable of integrating their true selves into society so profoundly that they give up on it entirely, Dazai through a lack of taking proper action to take himself out of a toxic environment to live as a normal human being, and Yozo in his complete withdrawal of who he truly is from society to the point that it’s nearly impossible for an outsider to graze his true self. 

Bungo Stray Dogs’ Dazai is so hyper-intelligent that he sees the world in a far more nihilistic way than the common person (Pg. 159 of BSD:ODDE [Bungo Stray Dogs: Osamu Dazai and the Dark Era]). This isolates him completely from society because he believes nothing in life to hold any actual value due to the inevitability of death (Pg. 13 of BSD:DC15 [Bungo Stray Dogs: Dazai, Chuuya, Age Fifteen]). Throughout No Longer Human, it’s possible to infer that Yozo is also an exceptionally intelligent person due to the uniqueness of his philosophy and worldview, drawing yet another parallel between them.

Additionally, Dazai has thought this way since he was 14, which led him to a suicide attempt, and has possibly contemplated such action even before then (Pg. 8 of BSD:DC15). Although not fully confirmed, it’s likely that he was shunned by those around him for seeing things in a way that they could not come close to understanding, similar to how Yozo could not understand that which was commonly seen as an intrinsic human trait. Neither Dazai or Yozo view themselves as properly human, although they seek love in such a way that suggests that they wish that they were.

For example, Dazai is a romantic young man who views falling in love as an intrinsic part of the human experience, and yet believes himself to be unlovable, further separating himself from his own definition of humanity. And Yozo, only a child when he begins displaying his facade of air-headedness, wished to be liked by humans so as to not be harmed.

Dazai and Yozo also both have a likely/possible fear of being idolized, respected figures. Yozo views being respected by others as being the peak of successful deceit of others which eventually brought great consequence upon the respected (Pg. 33 of NLH), and Dazai intentionally lazes around and doesn’t do his best during his adult life in the Armed Detective Agency, which, although not confirmed, may hint towards the existence of a fear of being respected the way that he was in his previous profession as a mafioso, in which many expectations were placed upon him that left him drained. 

Yozo and the Dazai of Bungo Stray Dogs share an idolization of that which they have forbidden themselves from becoming. For Yozo, this was human, and for Dazai, this was also human. However, their definitions are different. You may ask, “but didn’t Yozo fear human beings? Why would he want to be one?” and the answer to that question is, yes, Yozo fears human beings. However, it’s more complicated than that. Yozo also sought out love and affection from human beings, who seemed able to give it to each other, and he wished to understand human beings so that he could be with them and not fear them (Pg. 26 of NLH). You see, Yozo wished to have someone by his side to understand him, seeing as his fear left him when he felt understood and a sense of camaraderie (Pg. 80 of NLH), but at the same time feared a connection such as this and mostly thought it impossible, just as he feared human beings but also wished to integrate himself with them so that he could be loved and spared from suffering. 

Yozo is a mess of self-contradictory ideals, as is Dazai, who wished to be human in the sense that he wished to understand what other human beings saw in being alive: what inherent value they saw in it that caused them to be so opposed to death that they would fight (Pg. 132 of BSD:ODDE). Dazai believed that if he were to understand what made humans happy and what made them want to live, he could become one, and henceforth become happy and cease to seek death. Dazai also wished to be lovable, as did Yozo. Dazai saw being capable of being loved and loving others as being an inherent part of the human experience (Pg. 103 of BSD:DC15), but felt himself incapable of such behaviour and treatment. Dazai also sought to be a good person, which he believed humans to lean towards inherently, but thought himself to be incapable of until he was pushed towards it by a person who understood him fully (Pg. 161 of BSD:ODDE).

There also exists a parallel between Yozo and Dazai in the form of the organizations that they were entangled with. Yozo was involved with a communist group by an acquaintance of his (Pg. 65 of NLH), where he was eventually trusted by the organization with jobs that caused him increasing hassle and tiredness, similar to how Dazai was saddled with the responsibilities and title of the youngest executive of the mafia when he was only a teenager (Pg. 3 of BSD:ODDE), although Yozo was already college-age when he was involved with the communists. 

One of the most obvious, although surface-level similarities between Dazai and Yozo is that of their suicidal ideation. They both have contemplated suicide and attempted it multiple times (Pgs. 1, 4, & 49 of BSD:ODDE and Pgs. 86, 87, & 154 of NLH), out of a deep despair found in the reality that they find themselves unable to escape. Although Dazai doesn’t truly wish for death, and it’s possible that neither does Yozo, they both engage commonly in this behaviour. 

Another minor similarity between them is their alcoholism. Yozo spends such a large majority of the book talking about drinking away his sorrows that it would prove quite the task to try to cite them all here (although he displays alcoholic behaviours from Pg. 63 and onward of NLH), and Dazai often experiences hangovers, goes to pubs and bars (even when he’s only 18) (Pg. 1 of BSD:ODDE), and his room as a 22-year old is seen to be riddled with bottles of alcohol.

Although primarily due to their public facades, many people who come and go in the lives of Dazai and Yozo seem to love them and believe that they are good people who, under different circumstances, could become very happy (Pg. 160 of BSD:ODDE and Pg. 177 of NLH).

 It seems to only be Dazai and Yozo who demonize themselves so heavily that their sense of self becomes mangled beyond their own recognition; all others around them seem to feel that they have potential for good within them. Dazai and Yozo share in self-hatred, in certain ways. 

Overall, Dazai and Yozo have many similarities in how they think, the life they lived, and the coping mechanisms they use, and these many similarities exist too in the other characters of Bungo Stray Dogs, their real-life counterparts, and the fictional characters they are based upon. 

It is this deep-running, subtle aspect of Bungo Stray Dogs which makes it an immensely respectable work of art and causes me to admire the cleverness and literacy of its writer, Kafka Asagiri. The story is more than enjoyable without understanding each reference that makes an appearance, but it adds a special and unique touch to an already-wonderful series. And that is exactly why I consider all of these literary tie-ins to be the true genius of Bungo Stray Dogs, which hides beneath the surface yet makes the experience feel much more special.

#tw sex abuse #tw sex assault #tw suicide #tw addiction #☆analysis☆ #☆thoughts☆ #bsd dazai #bsd analysis #bungou stray dogs #bsd #no longer human #oba yozo #osamu dazai #☆scheduled☆

[koco-coko]

Mea Culpa - Vincent x Jean - Ikemen Vampire

-> The entire mansion was invited to a summer gala! Jean and Vincent sneak off for some alone time… Except- Oh no! They didn’t hear the footsteps behind them!!

Tags/Warnings <--> Slight crack, Humorous, Slightly fluffy, Supportive Family, Being Outed, Slight spice (is making out considered spice?), More kissing than I originally planned, Theo loses his mind, "Comte loves all his sons equally" (the mansion knows Jean the favorite- Jean does not), Arthur bullies indiscriminately

Word Count: 3203 (about 6 pages)

A/N <--> I had too much fun writing this. I genuinely don't know how I wrote this so fast. Also I recommend reading https://www.tumblr.com/koco-coko/737240114777948160/when-the-world-exploded-vincent-x-jean?source=share this if you want more context if not that'a fine

i think they might like this: @azulashengrottospiano @natimiles @weirdwriter69 (if anyone wants to be removed or added lemme know)

A summer night’s gala… What a romantic scene. The heat and humidity of evening air, the faint glow of candlelight, the soft melodies of a piano and violin…

It was a beautiful event, really. A friend of Le Comte’s invited him and the residents of his mansion to celebrate the summer solstice. It was the first summer after Jean and Vincent started their relationship. It wasn’t public, considering the era, but nobody in the mansion knew either. Maybe one day, but Jean was not ready for the amount of teasing comments he’d receive after this. Besides, only Sebastian and Mitsuki came from an ‘accepting’ era… How would the rest feel about something like this?

So, for the gala, Vincent and Jean stayed trapped in their own bubbles. Vincent hung around the food with his brother while Jean was a wallflower by Mozart’s piano. Jean would’ve approached Vincent by now, but unfortunately, the light of an angel attracted many people. Mostly women. All in their nice summer dresses with their fans, all swooning over the innocence and purity of the man before them. Theo seemed to fight them off fairly well by just… being Theo… but Jean felt something rising in him as he watched the crowd, tipsy and carefree, flirting with Vincent so openly. A green-eyed monster in Jean’s heart made his jaw tighten, only made worse by Vincent’s cluelessness and occasional discomfort when a lady in red mentioned the idea of courting him.

Jean tried to stay next to Mozart as long as possible. Except… the people really did love Wolfram, flocking around his piano to listen to his songs more intently. Jean’s discomfort then brought him to linger around Napoleon, but then Napoleon chatted with Isaac, who was being stalked by Dazai, and no way was he going anywhere close to Comte and that bundle of nerve and nobility…

Jean found himself at a loss in the corner. Why did he even agree to come to this place? He really wasn’t the type for fancy events. Even his suit felt stifling, though maybe that was the humidity getting to him. Jean pulled at his collar and wiped his forehead with his arm, scanning the area for any type of escape. The balcony already had lovers on it, enjoying the idyllic starry night. A single glimpse to the upper levels gave him the sight of an older man and woman clinking their glasses together. A young pair behind them was making their way to the balcony, whispering and blushing as they did.

His eyes traveled to a sandy-blonde without any command. The thought of passionate and amorous nights made his thoughts turn to Vincent in mere seconds. 

Vincent was rubbing Theo’s shoulder while Arthur laughed about something, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of Jean staring at him. He waved, but his grin faded as he saw the anxious look on his partner’s face. Theodorus was starting to chide Arthur for something, not even realizing his older brother’s hand had left him. Vincent pointed to the open door, the only thing that caught the venue from being too stuffy to handle.

When Jean nodded shyly, Vincent made a beeline outside. Of course, the garden was filled with groups of people as well. The fairy lights and lanterns were just too nice to miss. Wine and lovey-dovey nobles littered the area. When Jean joined his side, that’s when he caught sight of a small place beyond the bushes. None of the fine ladies in their bouncy dresses would want to go through thorny bushes to somewhere so dark and secluded to flirt with their lovers (Well, there were a few unseemly sounds coming from behind the banquet hall… B-But they weren’t going in that direction! Vincent was actively trying to avoid places with sound, anyways…).

There weren’t many lights in the clearing beyond trimmed bushes, leaving Jean and Vincent alone in the dark. Still, by how close they were put together, there was no need for it. Jean grabbed Vincent’s hands and held them to his face, peppering both of his knuckles in kisses before he could even get a word in..

Vincent hadn’t even gotten a word in! He chuckled lightly. “What spurred this on?” Vincent asked, naive to the expression on Jean’s face. He looked desperate and helpless, as if being away from Vincent that long was torture for him.

Jean glanced to the side. “I do not know… I believe envy has claimed me tonight.” How embarrassing it was to admit such a deadly sin to his lover… He’d likely never live it down. “Seeing you with those women, I believe it has stirred something in me. Forgive me, monsieur.” Jean hid his pink face behind Vincent’s hand. They vaguely smelled of oil and lead. From here, Jean could even observe the dried paint behind his lover’s fingernails. It was cute, sort of.

When Jean looked back at Vincent, he had the most romantic expression, his smile almost reaching his ears. “Aw, Jeanie…” Vincent whispered. His hands moved from Jean’s grasp and onto his cheeks, causing the soldier to straighten himself into the proper standing position. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize they were trying to court me,” he said. Unconsciously, his finger rubbed Jean’s eyepatch as he spoke. It had become so natural at this point. “I’m not the best when it comes to that kind of stuff. But next time–”

“I will be there next time. To protect you,” Jean cut him off, although unintentionally. Neither had great social cues, it seemed. 

The possessive tone in Jean’s voice made Vincent’s heart flutter quite a bit. He couldn’t tell if he was heated from the summer’s humidity or something else anymore. In all truth, Vincent had a possessive streak in him as well, but he had always pushed his jealous thoughts to the back of his mind. Despite everything, his habit of trying not to feel still had quite the hold on him. 

Jean cleared his throat once he realized how long he’d been staring at Vincen’t face. “Apologies,” he mumbled, “That is only if you wish.”

A moment of silence dragged on between them, but the painter’s palms on Jean’s cheeks made him all too aware of the time that elapsed. Seconds felt like hours when he couldn’t hear his lover's sweet and soothing voice.

“I don’t mind,” he started softly, his hands slowly lowering. A distant sadness was behind his sky blue eyes, one Jean had come to learn all too well. His arms wrapped around his lover’s waist on instinct. “It’s just…” Vincent sighed and grimaced as the words struggled to leave his lips. “It’s times like these I wish they’d see us as real lovers.”

Jean’s heart had struck a chord. Vincent could tell from the tightening of his grip.

“It’s not that we aren’t,” Vincent explained, laying his head on Jean’s shoulder comfortably. “I know this–” he placed his hand on Jean’s heart and almost laughed when he felt it suddenly speed up, “–is real. But others are going to say it’s not, and I think that hurts a bit.”

Jean, despite a bit of stiffness, began to rub Vincent’s back as best he could. It wasn’t very soothing, but the gesture was appreciated. “I didn’t believe it either, at first,” Jean responded slowly, picking his words with care and precision, “But I do now. Maybe others just need time like I did.”

“And a lot of persistence,” Vincent teased. He couldn’t help it– not when Jean’s flustered pout was so cute!

Jean and Vincent always had a struggle with words and pinning down their true emotions into tangible sentences. It’s why Vincent had his art to escape to. Jean’s coping mechanisms were a little (a lot) less healthy (fencing his feelings out until he forgot about them), but both were actively trying to get better at this whole thing. A relationship meant communication and communication meant a lot of scary things.

Communication didn’t have to be just words, though. Vincent’s paintings revealed much broader ideas than even he realized, and Jean’s actions were much better at showing his true intent as well. So, with a short smile and one last scan for safety, Jean tightened his grip on Vincent and pushed their lips together.

Vincent loved kissing Jean, and vice-versa. It was much more personal and loving than they could ever voice. Jean, in all his shyness, was surprisingly passionate with every kiss and put his entire heart and soul into every minute of it. It was only exaggerated by his jealousy tonight. He pulled Vincent closer and closer, until their bodies were up against each other completely. He was also a die-hard fan of French kisses (I wonder why). Almost every session like this devolved into those. Not that Vincent was complaining.

Vincent smiled when their lips touched, nothing but accepting the moment. There were so few times they could display their love, and they both barely had any idea how to do that either. But here? For just a minute or so, they could pretend that they were your average, head-over-heels couple, unable to keep down their passions any longer. They could pretend that they didn’t have to hide and completely soak into the other with no pesky inhibitions to get in the way. Vincent wrapped his arms around Jean’s shoulders just as their tongues started to meet, his hand running up his neck and into the lower strands of his slate blue hair.

Oh, it was utter bliss. They could stay like this forever, if time let them.

“I KNEW IT!” A voice yelled beyond the bushes. They ignored it at first. Then, the stomping got closer–

“I TOLD YOU, I KNEW IT!!” Wait, was that Theo’s–!?

The bushes parted with a big swoosh just before the lovers could retreat their faces from the other, revealing Theodorus’s red face and gritted teeth.  “YOU ARE STEALING MY BROTHER FROM–” 

His eyes opened wide when he saw the scene before him. It was as if his whole world shattered right then and there. “... me.” Theo’s angry stance fell to one of complete disbelief.

Jean and Vincent… like two peas in a pod… Jean’s arms around his waist…. Vincent’s on his shoulders… their faces, red and flushed… inches apart…

“Um… Hallo, Broer!” Vincent laughed awkwardly, trying his best to put on a welcoming smile. No point in trying to move away from each other now. It was bound to happen eventually, right? Oh, why’d it have to be Theo? Even Arthur would’ve been better…

Jean, unlike his partner, was as still as stone, staring dumbstruck at Theo with wide eyes rivaling the little brother’s look of shock. He couldn’t even move. It was as if Jean had been completely frozen in time.

“Pal, what in the brother complex are you going on about?” Arthur was quick to join the scene. The partners in crime never seemed far apart, so it was only a natural development. He just had to glimpse at Jean’s tomato-red face once to burst out into laughter, holding onto Theodorus’s shoulder for support. Thankfully, Arthur was pointing at Theo and not the two currently in a tense embrace.

Suddenly, Jean shoved Vincent off of him. Vincent didn’t seem all too upset at that, quickly patting down his suit. Actually, he was thankful he did. With Arthur’s bellowing laughter, the real chaos soon began.

Mozart, then Sebastian, then Comte, then William, then Leonardo, then Napoleon– in that order. There were more, but the bushes were too dense for Vincent to see the others through.

“Is there something I should worry about happening here?” Comte asked gently, clearly confused by the combination of residents. 

The playboy was doubled-over, clutching his stomach and wiping his face of tears. He could barely look at Theo’s traumatized face without wheezing. “Oh, nothing wrong, dear old dad! Just Theo walking in on his older brother’s love session!” Arthur barely had the breath to force those words out as he fell onto the grass. “Dear Gods, I’m about to piss myself!!” he snorted.

Mozart’s face was utterly disgusted as he tried to avoid the foliage, only to gaze at Jean and Vincent with mild disinterest. “That’s it? Here you had me thinking it was somewhat important. But…” Mozart’s expression softened when he saw Jean’s red face. The soldier still wasn’t completely in reality. Mozart snapped his fingers in front of his face, but it did nothing. “Vincent, huh?” he leaned over to observe the painter currently biting his lip and rubbing the back of his neck. “I did not expect blondes to be your type.”

“He’s not the worst choice in the mansion,” Napoleon added on, smirking broadly. This was currently… amusing. “Though, I thought Jean would be more into you, if anything.”

“I was going to tell you Theo– we were going to tell you all, really!” Vincent desperately tried to control the situation, stepping in front of the flustered Jean. “Just… Not now. But eventually! We didn’t know how everyone would react, and we’re just trying to take it slow and–”

William laughed heartily, approaching his friend with glee written all over him. “Th're is nothing to beest dainty about! i has't did kiss many a sir in mine own lifetimes!”

Vincent blinked and his expression dropped. “What?”

Shakespeare smiled lightly. “Actresses didst not exist  in mine time. Juliet wast just a knave in a dress. Or I, if 't be true nobody else could fill in at rehearsals that day.”

“Oh… I see,” Vincent replied. Will pat his shoulder reassuringly, joined by a slap on the back from Leonardo. Jean and Vincent both recieved one as Leonardo came from behind them. Jean let out a soft ‘oof’ as he caught himself, finally waking from his humiliated trance.

“Welcome to the club, you two,” he said, grinning. “Man, I remember the day… I was almost arrested for something just like this when I was younger!” Leonardo gripped Jean’s shoulder and shook it. “Ah, memories.”

Jean glanced at Vincent, then at Will and Leonardo. “How many residents of the mansion are… like us?”

“More than you think!” Sebastian chimed in, grinning madly as his pen went all over the pages of his notebook. He slammed it closed quickly and hid it behind his back. “But that’s just a hunch. Take Napoleon, for example! He’s likely kissed almost every resident here!”

To that, Napoleon smirked and shrugged. He couldn’t really deny it…

“I can’t believe it,” Comte sighed, a hand over his chest as he gazed fondly at Jean. Jean’s face instantly scrunched up and he turned out. “I never thought I’d see the day Jean found happiness in another!” Comte’s face lit up as he made his way to Jean’s side and wrapped his arms around him for a quick, tight squeeze. “I’m incredibly proud. Maybe one day you’ll even open up to the rest of us.” 

Jean looked as if he wanted to crawl out of his own skin. Mozart, Leonardo, and Napoleon all gave each other an exasperated, knowing glance. Comte wasn’t even trying to hide his favoritism anymore.

Vincent sighed, half-relieved and half-worried for the future ahead of them. He caught sight of Theo, still standing there with complete shock. At least, unlike Jean, he was blinking and looking around.

The brothers stared at each other for a bit. It was tense, at least on Vincent’s end. “Broer, I’m sorry–” Before Vincent could finish, Theo had closed the gap between them and embraced his older brother tightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered shyly, just as Vincent’s arms made their way around his younger brother. “I wouldn’t judge you for something as simple as this! I could’ve helped you! You didn’t have to hide all by yourself. How long have you had to bear this alone!? A month? A year??”

“Oh, Broer…” Vincent held his brother just as tightly, only moving back so he could pinch his cheek. Theo, although embarrassed, let it happen. “You really are a sweetheart sometimes. And I wasn’t alone, Theo. Jean was there with me!” Vincent looked over at Jean, only recently free from Comte’s smothering. By the look on his face, he was going to wash himself the moment they got home. Theo squinted at Jean. “He’s good to me, Broer. With Jean… I’m really happy with him. I promise.”

Theo’s glare didn’t stop just because of that. Jean met eyes with the little brother. It only added to the soldier’s nerves about such a sudden outing. If looks could kill, Jean was already a goner. Stabbed 29 times, shot 46, and probably a few broken bones.

Theo left Vincent’s arms and examined Jean in excruciating detail, head-to-toe. Once he had been thoroughly checked at all angles, despite Jean’s squirming, Theo leaned in close. Too close for comfort. Jean tried to lean back, only for Theo’s deadly glare and infuriated expression to come closer.

Theo pointed at Vincent. “You even think about breaking his heart, and I will hunt you down until the end of time and cut your dick off. You got that?”

“Broer!” Vincent exclaimed, “Language!”

Jean heeded Theo's warning, nodding his head quickly.

“Oh, old pal,” Arthur said, finally able to stand and dust himself off. He quickly went to his long-time friend and leaned on him. “That look on your face… Whoo, I’m never letting you live that down!”

The night continued on fairly normally, with only a few residents who weren’t present at the scene asking for clarification (Mostly Isaac, considering his era). The residents were surprisingly welcome to the idea, though maybe the whole vampire thing put the small stuff like this into perspective. 

Things were a lot different back home, though. 

For one, Theo was always giving the death-glare to Jean when he was around. He was checking in on Vincent a lot more often, always making sure his Broer was always happy and satisfied. It was only after a few talks with Arthur and Comte that he started to lay off (Comte and Arthur? Teamed up? It had to be serious).

Arthur and Dazai would often have teasing remarks, to Jean’s displeasure, but it was really only in the first few weeks that they were bad. Isaac nodded to them anytime they said a word, considering they were now fodder for jokes.

Comte was… more than proud, to say the least. If Jean ever mentioned that he wanted to take Vincent to a show, tickets would magically appear on his bedside the next day. Sebastian joined Comte, hiding around the corners near them a lot more often to take notes. This need for information (Comte was more on the: making sure his sons’ were always content side of things) led to a truce about the notebooks between the master and butler.

Despite all the changes, or lack thereof, there was one change that the lovers were the most fond of.

Finally, finally… Vincent could leave a peck on Jean’s cheek anywhere he’d like. Right in front of the dining table, after a sparring match with Napoleon… and nobody would bat an eye. 

It was the simple things that meant the world to those two.

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[the-bloody-sadist]

Hello... Do you mind if I ask your top favorite fanfics that you've written or top favorite arts that you've drawn? Why are they're special to you? Do you have specific inspiration when you wrote or drew them? Thanks if you want to answer.....

Ah!! It's so nice of you to ask! I'll list my favorite fanfics I've done (there aren't many) since the artworks are a bit harder to define as a favorite or as something I just enjoyed working on that didn't give me much trouble.

Sinner (Bungou Stray Dogs | Fyodor x Dazai) : I'm sure it comes as NO surprise that my most popular fanfic is the top favorite I've ever written, but I'm glad it turned out that way. Whenever I finish turning it into an original work, I hope it rings just as true to all the fans who read it for Fyodor and Dazai as a standalone fiction. This one is special to me because it's based very closely on my real-life experience with an abuser who was my first partner. There's a handful of other influences on the story as well, including some Killing Stalking and Nitro + Chiral games (Togainu no Chi, Shiki route, if you're curious), but I explain this in far more detail in my author's note at the end of the fanfic! I won't beat a dead horse!

The Unpredictable Structure of Control (Bungou Stray Dogs | Fyodor x Dazai) : Fyozai is my top favorite ship for self-reflection, and since all of my writings are clearly about me (help) and the things I've felt or have wanted to feel over the course of my life, this one centered on my thoughts about asexuality and the hatred of pain along with the need to self-destruct. It's overly flowery and poetic, but the alien nature of the way I get to write when in Fyodor's perspective is one of my FAVORITE styles to play with. I'm very happy with how it came out! I don't believe there was a specific inspiration for this one other than myself and probably whatever fanfics I was reading at the time. Usually when I write, I have a basic theme in mind to build off of, and the one for this work was "second-hand self-harm".

Worth, as Determined by a Lover (Trigun Stampede | Wolfwood x Vash) : This one was inspired by one of my favorite Vashwood fics I've read multiple times by intimatopia called careful fear and dead devotion . I adore the fic and was left with a craving to do something of the same vein ever since I'd first read it! It felt so accurate to their characters and relationship, and I felt like I'd done a good job at what I wanted to do when I finished mine! There's always a little bit of me in every work, but there was definitely a LOT of current events and friends who'd inspired that one, particularly, and I still hold dear what it meant to me and them at the time. Even though one or two relationships have soured since then (not because of it LMAO), I hope if I update this work, that person will see and possibly read and feel heard. I don't know if I'm capable of that, but we'll just have to see! (Sorry for the cryptic talk on this one, it's late.)

There you go! I didn't want to do more than a top 3, otherwise I'd ramble about several others even though they're not exactly my favorites to this day. These are the few that even I'll go back and read when I'm feeling lonely, and they've somehow managed to avoid my self-disgust reaction.

Thanks again for asking! <3

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[anti-dazai-blog]

Hi, recently discovered your blog, love it <3

I started reading the manga around the Kamui Reveal, and back then already worried about the entire arc. Personally, the Dazai-vs-Fyodor-Setup felt undirected and predictable (back then and yet again at its end).

To me, it’s been already pointed out how Asagiri might have a hard time deleting the original cast from the story, which I don’t fault him for. (He likes creating and writing characters and you can tell, I actually love it.) My problem would just be that he needs to change stakes to the plot, it’s getting in the way of immersive storytelling (because he seldomly pulls through with the stakes long-term regarding the original character cast.)

You can actually write a story with good stakes that are consequential to actions without killing characters off; if you do it well, not having death threats hanging over every characters heads won’t take away from the story. (However, with a setting and worldbuilding like bsd it’s a little unrealistic to not have death as side effect/consequence or characters die.)

Back to the arc that’s been going on for years, it feels weird (unplanned), because that’s opposite to how the previous arcs (and especially the light novels) felt and it’s one of the longest arcs; I would have assumed Asagiri had something in mind for a proper (plot)conclusion (it’s a personal opinion that this arc is not properly concluded (currently)).

When we had chuuya drowns and dazai gets shot scenes, I wasn’t for one second thinking they actually died, I was thinking, how is Asagiri gonna write himself out of these scenes (because to me it felt like he didn’t have a solution, reviving the characters, prior to their death scenes), which is a pretty non immersive experience as a reader.

And it’s really weird to me, because I can’t think of a good reason of how all this happened.

Asagiri is not a bad writer, that’s established and the (i think) last „side“ project Stormbringer was exceptional (personal opinion (and I was still baffled(slight negative connotation) at Verlaine being kept alive (who knows wether he will play a role in the future)), it’s really weird thinking about Stormbringer and this arc being written out at a similar time. (I personally have a theory as to why the light novels are so good: He likes writing snd creating characters, but having them interact in this huge cast and series is understandably difficult, whereas the light novels can be seen as a backstory/part of a character, something he is incredibly good at constructing.(He also doesn’t really struggle killing off people here, because the consequences don’t affect the main story.))

He doesn’t „pander“ to people either I think, or at least it wouldn’t make sense. Bsd might possibly have attracted a shounen audience, but it got popular because of seinen themes and characters (which affects the plot) in the first place, so changing things towards to a shounen lane would be dumb, and also not something like Asagiri would do.

I’ve also skimmed across my rant here and I sound like I hate the arc or his writing, but I actually don’t haha, I actually liked a lot of this arc, themes and characters and still have faith in him as an author and this series, it’s just these particular things that kinda hugely scratch my opinion on this arc and how what’s currently happening feels like a non-answer to everything that came before it.

I’m interested in hearing your opinion on this, if you want to take the time for this huge complaint rant (I’m not mad if you don’t haha), in which ways you agree/disagree/could possibly educate me further.

You blog overall is really cool, love your analyses; lots of love <33

Thank you for the ask, I’m so glad you’re enjoying this blog!!!

You’ve summed up the current arc’s issues perfectly— it seems to be out of place when compared to everything else Asagiri wrote in both the previous arcs and the light novels. It came across as aimless— as if Asagiri himself wasn’t sure where he was going with it and was as taking it chapter by chapter.

That being said, I do believe that it might just be a matter of personal taste—maybe Asagiri’s tastes in storytelling has changed over the years, and the current arc is the type of stuff he’d be more interested to write about going forward. I’d be a bit disappointed if that’s the case (and as far as I could tell, I won’t be the only one), but he might form a new fanbase that this current type of story is more catered to.

Either way, I still have hope that future bsd arcs might revert back to how bsd used to be four years ago.

#anti dazai asks #I started watching bsd in 2021 and back then the manga arc didnt feel so different from the overall tone of the beginning anime arcs #It started getting weird in 2022 I think

[canmom]

Animation Night 139: Hiroyuki Okiura

Hi friends, running late so please accept a brief writeup today - on a subject that deserves a lot more, but probably best done after the film. I'm also planning a followup film night for the rest of the 'Kerberos Saga'.

So remember those 'realists' of the 1990s? I speak about them now and again here, leaning hard on the writing of Matteo Watzky and, now and again, Animation Obsessive. It's the latter who gave me the material for this night, in their article The Anime Realism of Run, Melos!.

'Realism' is a subject that demands endless examination. For there to be a 'realism', you need something that is not real, and then to bring it 'closer to' realism in some respect. I've talked in the past about Matteo Watzky's The Purpose of Realism in Animation, where he looks at the three realisms of Takahata, Kon and Yamada, which each go to different purposes. To these we could add many more takes on the idea in animation: the Disney 'realism' derided by the Zagreb School, the HDR hyperrealism of Shinkai.

And we can tie that to a discussion of 'realism' in literature. Psychological realism, sci-fi/fantasy verisimilitude, magical realism... or in art, socialist realism and all that. It's a term that is polyvalent as fuck.

My mum recently asked me what sort of animation I'd want to create, and oddly enough it turned out the examples that sprang to mind often weren't the realists. Alongside clips from Tokyo Godfathers and Ghost in the Shell, and James Baxter's scenes in The Prince of Egypt, I pulled up much more stylised bits like the transformation sequence from PMMM: Rebellion, the chase from Tekkonkinkreet, a fight scene from Fog Hill of Five Elements... I didn't show her Aeon Flux because lmao but it would have been fitting too. There's many dimensions beyond realism, e.g. the choreographed and theatrical.

So why realism then?

The easy and not very helpful answer is that 'realism' in its many forms is a device that can be used (well or badly) to different purposes. 'Realism' in animation is especially challenging, and thus by default prestigious, or perceived as such - a sentiment that's evident in the recent 'chainsaw man vs bocchi' discourses lol. Yet there's a certain intrinsic, intuitive appeal in realist animation - it's one of the first things people move to praise.

The longer answer, to try to go beyond what Watzky wrote... I'm still thinking about.

All that said, let's go visit Hiroyuki Okiura! Alongside Toshiyuki Inoue, he's among the best known realist animators, with a list of amazing credits including the spotlight chase scene in Akira, the spider tank scene in Ghost in the Shell as well as (nsfw) some astonishingly 3D-like animation in the opening sequence, the 'everyday life on Mars' opening credits of Cowboy Bebop: The Movie, the running scenes at the climax of Your Name, the lotus eater scene in Magnetic Rose, a groundbreaking fight scene in The Hakkenden... I could easily keep going. It's a very traditional sense of realism, reliant on extraordinary solid drawing and carefully observed movement more than fancy compositing effects.

He's worked as a director as such twice, but he's also worked as animation director in a few other cases. One of these is Run, Melos! (1992), a relatively obscure work which I'd never have heard about if not for AniObsessive's article. As such, I'll let them introduce it:

Run, Melos! adapts a short story by Osamu Dazai, a Japanese author from the 20th century. By the time this film premiered, Dazai’s original was already a near-universal reference point in Japan — the kind of thing that everyone had read in school.

The gist: a rural peasant named Melos is sentenced to death by the ruler of Syracuse. Melos begs to be allowed to attend his younger sister’s wedding back home before his execution. As collateral, his friend Selinuntius (shortened to Seline in the film) gets put in his place. If Melos doesn’t return in time to be executed, Seline will die.

It’s a classic. But Masaaki Ōsumi, who wrote the screenplay as well as directed it, took liberties with the original short story. He wondered, “Why did Seline become a hostage so easily?” In Dazai’s version, it’s unexplained. Ōsumi wanted more realism.

And thus he brought in Okiura, who had just previously worked as animation director on Record of Lodoss War (1990) and animated on Roujin Z (Animation Night 118). They took scouting trips to the Mediterranean and made a point of trying to draw their characters looking Greek rather than Japanese. A young Satoshi Kon followed Okiura, and anecdote has it that he would drink until the early morning, ranting about the anime and manga business. Mitsuo Iso, not yet the star he would become after Eva, animated a very carefully grounded horseback fight scene. The result is sometimes animation by figures like Inoue that feels 'more real than live action film'.

We can compare the 'realism' demanded of the animation with the story. Although Ōsumi hoped to expand on and flesh out the characters and motivations, it's adapting quite a brief parable, and this tends to be the sticking point. I want to see what purpose the realism serves though, and regardless, I'm sure we're going to see something beautiful.

At the end of the decade, Okiura got the chance to direct his own film, courtesy of Mamoru Oshii. As well you know, Oshii is well known for his near-future scifi animated films like Ghost in the Shell and the Patlabor series, and of course he's come up on canmom.gov before, e.g. Animation Night 38 (which currently mistakenly credits Jinroh to Oshii) and 39 and 115, and Toku Tuesday 39. Back then I talked briefly about his 'Kerberos Saga', which is as best I can understand, about an alternate future Japan ruled by the Nazis. The first two films in the franchise are The Red Spectacles ('87) and StrayDogs: Kerberos Panzer Cop ('91), both tokusatsu; there's also about a million spinoffs.

Anyway, despite all appearances at first glance, Jin-Roh was directed not by Oshii but Okiura. Oshii had hoped to do a sequel for a while, and the success of GitS made it possible, but conflicts with scheduling his other works forced him to give up directing the film to someone else.

That someone else ended up being 'allergic to computers' Okiura, judged the most promising of the studio's younger generation and eager to direct a serious drama film. Okiura made many decisions that Oshii wouldn't; his take on the story put a bit more emphasis on the romantic relationship, and he ambitiously decided to do a film with no CGI whatsoever at a sprawling 80,000 cels.

By all accounts, he succeeded. His film is heavily in an Oshii idiom: very slow and contemplative, morally ambiguous, set in the near future, about cops. Its story tells of a member of a counter-terrorism unit in the context of widespread protests, who decides not to gun a girl who turns out to be a suicide bomber, and later encounters someone who claims to be her sister. There's infighting among the security arms of the fascist regime and its main character Fuse performs increasingly inhuman acts for the sake of preserving his unit, all framed through a metaphor of Little Red Riding Hood.

It became a well-regarded classic (at least among the small segment of people who have heard of it), and now if you introduce Okiura it's usually as 'director of Jin-roh'.

I've long aspired to watch Jin-Roh in the context of the other two Kerberos films, to finally come up with my own answer on the whole 'what is it doing with all that fashy imagery' question. There certainly isn't time for that tonight, but I think it might be possible over the weekend. So for this reason, we'll save further discussion of Jin-Roh for now...

Okiura returned to key animation - I'm not sure why! maybe he just liked it more - and it would be another 12 years until he'd direct another film. That film is A Letter to Momo (2011), about a grieving girl who encounters three yōkai who have been transformed by divine punishment, who are tasked with protecting her as she comes to accept the death of her dad.

Although the premise is fantastical, visually it has a lot of the feeling of one of Takahata's very grounded films like Only Yesterday, with astonishingly naturalistic movements drawn by the hands you might expect - Okiura himself, Inoue, Shinya Ohira, Takeshi Honda and Masashi Ando. In a way it's kind of the realists reuniting to make a 90-style film once again, but there's also shades of the experiments we'd see the next year in the Animator Expo. It sounds like it's gonna punch me right in the heart in terms of 'anime about grief', but maybe it's going to be exactly the film I need to see.

So here's the plan for this week's Animation Night entertainment: tonight we'll visit Run, Melos and A Letter to Momo. On Tuesday I'll follow that up with a one-off special Toko Tuesday in which we'll watch the two live-action Kerberos films and Jin-Roh. And at some point I'll try and write something a lot more substantial than this brief intro.

It's 10pm now, but at least Run, Melos! is very short, so we won't be too late. Animation Night will be going live now at twitch.tv/canmom, hope to see you there!

#animation night #animation #anime #hiroyuki okiura

[1bringthesun]

(2/2)

And since Ayatsuji's still being haunted by Kyougoku, maybe he has some insider information on the mechanics of the Book, which only gives more incentive to the Special Division to keep him around. This is a spontaneous thing I literally just came up with but oughhhhh it makes so much sense to me already. What if he had contact with Fyodor too? They seem like they'd get along. I don't know if you've read the Mayoi original story (Prologue: Happy Birthday), but that one seems to be set ~2 years before the start of Gaiden (assuming that when Tsujimura says in Gaiden that she's been "on this job" for 2 years she's referring to the Ayatsuji case, not her time in the Special Division as a whole, because the latter doesn't seem like nearly enough time to fit in training and stuff, and also it would make perfect sense for her to get recruited shortly after her mother's "death" at age 19 and then start the Ayatsuji case around 3 years later, when she's 21 and about to turn 22), and in it Kyougoku is working with the Architect to set an elaborate trap. And the Architect was a terrorist that was deemed a global threat because he figured out how to destroy just about any structure through sound waves, and he seems like someone who'd make a perfect DOA member. He even has an androgynous appearance (I thought he was a girl at first) and long white-ish hair in a braid, that's like perfect for the DOA's whole schtick. But the Architect is dead (if I remember correctly, Kyougoku killed him or something like that), so what if the DOA then made Kyougoku create Sigma as a replacement? But Kyougoku is really extra so he wrote something absurdly elaborate to force Sigma to develop in a completely unexpected direction before "stumbling" across Fyodor? God the whole symbolism of Sigma's birth is just so specific, it seems perfect for Kyougoku's brand. This is a crack theory I'm coming up with as I write this, but please tell me it makes sense, because it makes sense To Me. Oh also Kyougoku's thing was turning people evil, and the DOA are omens and love symbolism, and they're also almost all younger than Kyougoku, so maybe he turned them evil? Maybe they were his original familiars or something? But then he decided to be more subtle with his meme plans but it was too late and they got out of his control, but he decided to just let them be because he's just Like That and doesn't mind witnessing global terrorism in his retirement age. I don't know

So anyway uh. What if in the next few chapters, Tsujimura appears at the airport to retrieve Bram, Tsujimura's mother is mentioned as being the acting director, Dazai is also somehow retrieved and brought in to nullify Bram's ability, and Ayatsuji appears as the Special Division's captive detective to ruin the DOA's plans, except uh oh! Kyougoku wouldn't reveal information THAT easily (and he also loves seeing the world burn), so he has to go on some side quest to get that out of him. And then maybe like 50 chapters later Ayatsuji finally solves the case, but the DOA just. Doesn't die. Maybe there's a special clause in the Page about not letting Ayatsuji's 100% accurate ability activate, and then there's singularity tomfoolery and 50 more chapters of who knows what. And I'd be there for the entire ride because I'm desperate for Gaiden content

--Gaiden Anon (if you've ever seen Tumblr user spixi respond to asks from a certain Gaiden Anon, that was me. Hi. Gaiden is genuinely a brain parasite for me at this point and I think about it a little Too much, and am always frothing at the mouth to ramble to someone about it)

oh ok so the architect is in fact dead yes, and the first time i saw Gogol i genuinely thought that he and Architect were related, and then when i saw Architect again like a year later, i was like, god he looks like the nikosig lovechild..

would be interesting for sure, also i need more Architect content PLEASE you’re more obscure than Ayatsuji :(((

oh also in the japanese of the gaiden event (not the prologue, the one where Architect’s ghost invites Tsuji x2 to the manor to have some sort of intellectual battle), i’m pretty sure they enforced the androgynous Architect thing by never using gendered pronouns to talk about ‘em, but then the english came and was like “yes this is a he this is a him” THATS IRRELEVANT i just wanted to talk about it um moving on

honestly, it would be really funny if Sigma’s father were some gay old man with dimples who stalks detectives and based on that alone i love your theory, and it’s also totally a convoluted thing i could see Kyougoku doing. the whole thing with memories too; he’s already screwed with Kubo’s sense of self so badly Kubo genuinely thought he was Asukai, so making Sigma unable to remember anything with the book should be a piece of cake.

that begs the question, though, why? why support the DOA when part of their plan hinged on making other people the ‘terrorists’ and operating instead in silence, when his whole deal is wanting to become a known yokai? although the “DOA are his familiars” is interesting, i’m still more convinced they have something to do with an unmentioned Mishima Yukio. i also haven’t done enough research about Kyougoku’s novels to come to any theories about how they could be woven into the bsdverse.

iirc there were a few mentioned loopholes to Ayatsuji’s ability, like how it couldn’t recognize murder even even it was obviously someone’s fault as long as their actions were to save people (like how Kyougoku told the couple if they killed each other he’d pay for their other daughter’s surgery and Ayatsuji got pissed because his ability wouldn’t work on that) or something of the s-

damn it now i’m imagining Fyodor paying for a little girl’s surgery

anyway you’re so cool thanks for brainrotting with me

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd gaiden #theories theories they never end

[vveirdnobdy]

20 questions !!! I was tagged by both @fanfiction-artist-prototype and @salaapaoo so here you go !!!

how many works do you have on ao3? Currently 6 works, technically have had 8 previously but i've deleted two of them. One will probably come back, but I want to rewrite and rework it before then.

what's your total ao3 word count? Currently 32,948

What fandoms do you write for? Actively I'm only writing for Trash of the Count's Family, previously I have written for BNHA but I've long sense left the fandom. I am working on a fic for Scum Villian Self Saving System right now, but thats going to be awhile before it gets released. In addittion! I also write my original works, none published yet but one day! perhaps.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Heya Eruberry, Presents, Baking Treats, Autumn Leaves/Warm Drinks, and then Your Beauty Coming in a Flood

Do you respond to comments? why/why not? Yes I do!! I make a point to try and respond to every comment, mostly because happy chemical go brrr, ofc I dont always respond because sometimes im just hmmm how to?

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Baking Treats, with Autumn Drinks a close second, both fics have an angstier and suspenseful endings, both were also intended to get even angstier follow ups that are just... not happening.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Your Beauty Coming in a Flood Defitnetly !! It's the ending that has gotten me kicking my feet the most. Though it is the first part in a series that have both many fluffy and angsty momments planned for, so it might not be the best to say ending for it. If not that defitnetly Presents, as that is very much my silly goofy lil crack fic.

Do you get hate on fics? Not Actively I have gotten comments in the past relating to disagreeing with ship choice, as well as awakward dialouge at times, but thats cause me and dialouge are of two minds, its silly goofy's or just a lil awakward at times, I think I am improving thought from then hopedully.

Do you write smut? if so, what kind? No... I do plan to... we will see how that ship goes, but as of this moment the most i've written is a kiss and I am heheuheuheuh over it, let along the smut i plan on writing later on dear lord.

Do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one? No I do think of them actively though, people who do KHR crossovers I love you keep doing that its so good its my favorite thing I love them. I do have an idea for TCF and KHR crossover, however the likelyhood of it being written anytime soon let alone at all is not looking good.

have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my awareness yet, if anyone finds one of my fics on something that isn't ao3 its def not me, ao3 is the only fic platform I use.

have you ever had a fic translated? No I have not, however if anyone ever approached me about it I 100% agree, my only request is that it's onn ao3

have you ever co-written a fic? Yes I have, its deleted now, but it was for a coffee shop BNHA au my friend created that I helped with

what's your all-time fave ship? Im very much a multi-shipper so I don't really have one thats like this this is the one, I am very much a shipper though, If I had to pick a favorite though, it would either be AlCale or Dazai and Chuuya from BSD, because im so insane over them I cant-

what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will? A MDZS fic i have thats an AU centerlized on Meng Yao, I do plan to get back to it one day and write it out, as i genuinely really like the idea, but its not on my list of priorities.

what are your writing strengths? Idea's I'm very good at coming up with ideas and silly goofy moments, and overall I think im a good writer. Another thing is when I want to explore something let that be a character dynamic, or a specfic thought process, you bet your ass you can get an essay out of me over whatever I have concluded, and that will be reflected in my fic.

writing weaknesses? Dialouge is probably my weakness, its always where I find myself in a writers block. Partially i think its because i have a very silly way of thinking and talking, and my writing can reflect that, which makes writing more immature characters specfically harder for me if its not in a joke moment. It's defitnetly where I sturggle the most, however I do think I've been actively imporving in it, which I'm very happy over.

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? Unless its a commonly used phrase, I would just put in italics and specify 'hey this is a different langauge' However things like nicknames, and phrases I'm relatively confident most people should know, I'd probably write out in the actual langauge.

first fandom you wrote for? It's been a very long time, but I wanna say Young Justice, and it was self inscert, I do know its somewhere on the internet, however I will not share, so good luck finding it!

fave fic you've ever written? Currently Your Beauty Coming in a Flood, I spent months on that bitch I'm genuinely so proud of how it turned out, and I'm really excited to continue the series. A close second is My King which I just posted the second chapter for, and will be working on the 3rd right after i finish this. Both I have a lot of ideas and plans for that I'm so excited to get to and share!

Now I'm ment to tag people, but the only mutuals I have that I'm aware also write fics are who tagged me, so if you see this and want do it, just say I tagged you I love to see! Have a lovely day <333

[dazaichuuyaloveee]

"Their eyes were what one depicts as ocean eyes, deep blue with secrets buried deep inside. One could easily get lost in them, but stood still of how much danger they held."

so I wrote a poem once (a bit ago but i don't exactly remember when) and i was re-reading my original poem collection when I came accross this one and noticed that one of the paragraphs describes Satoru Gojo oh so perfectly. I was a bit shocked myself at first too because I was nowhere thinking about him or any anime character while writing it. and so I realised how much I love him, no no I'm not exaggerating but really it's like my subconscious mind always thinks of him. He is my first ever Anime love and was the one who brought me to anime literally and then i realised something else too which was that my other favourite characters too are somewhat similar to him...(in a way or so) for ex - from demon Slayer i absolutely love zenitsu, from BSD I love Dazai, from OHHC i kin tamaki, from TR I love Mickey.....see the pattern? the insanely strong side character who covers his intelligence and struggles with humour...kind of...?

but yea this is just a rant because I love and absolutely adore Satoru <3.

And I'm trying very hard to cope after ch236.

(and I can't post the full poem here because it's in a process of officially getting published in an anthology book, but if someone does wants to read it, DM me!)

#satoru gojo #jjk gojo #poems on tumblr #satoru my love #i will love you forever #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #jjk ch236 #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Hello! I just found your profile and I love your stories (they are just 😫😫🤌🤌) so I thought I could request something. Could you please do the ikevamp husbandos with a slavic fem!reader? If you don't want to it's perfectly fine! ^^

Thank you so much for the request! 😘 Sorry I took so long to get this done. I'm trying but there is just so much I have to do. Now this was pretty interesting. I have a bit of slavic blood in me and I live surrounded by those countries (Slovakia, Serbia, Ukraine, Bulgaria and Poland is fairly close too). Unfortunately I have no experience with Slavic culture, only with the food😅😅😅. So i did a bit of research and I hope it is ok. Please feel free to correct me if I got something wrong. Alright let's do this!

Warnings: None

Note: I just focused on the following areas: Slovakia, Serbia, Ukraine, Bulgaria and Poland. I know that the Slavic culture is also present in Russia, Croatia, Belarus, Montenegro and a bunch of other countries, but this was a bit easier for me so I hope you don't mind

Ikemen vampire x Slavic reader

Comte and Leonardo

They picked up on your accent

Given the fact Vlad (who I assume is Vlad the impaler or Vlad Țepeș, for my fellow Romanian speakers) is also from that area (Romania, Sighișoara) they recognized the similarity in your and his accent

Not that it means you necessarily speak the Romanian language like him

But since the two areas are pretty close, you have a similar English accent

They honestly live for your little slip ups. Find it quite endearing actually.

Now Slavic culture is very vast, and by what I understood, there are a lot of dialects, for example Bulgarians speak a Slavic, that has mixed origins, like Hungarian.

It would be very funny actually, because you would sometimes forget and just start speaking in this very thick English accent and everyone would be :

👀👀👀🤔?????

Like what did she sayyyyyy?

But then Leo would be like :

😶😏😏😏

And Comte would be like :

🥰

They just like the challenge of trying to understand you.

They'd 100000% would want to know about your culture

Arthur and Isaac apple boi

What did she saaayyyy? Nr. 2

Think accent and they are lost ok

And now this is very awkward

Bc both Isaac and Arthur have thick accents

Not the typical English accent, after all Isaac was born in 1643 in Lincolnshire, and Arthur in Edinburgh. They can't have the smooth English accent we hear today

So now everyone is very confused

And Arthur is a little turned on but that's besides the point

But anyway you do end up getting used to each other's accents and if it's fine

Fr they are actually really curious about your way of life

They would love to know everything you are willing to share

Dazai and Sebastian

Ok so

Hear me out

They'd either be very confused

Or they'd understand the struggle

Also if you like to cook pls make them Sarma, and potato pancakes

I feel like they'd like them

Of topic but. SARMA ok it's so good like pls. Where I live they are called Sarmale or Töltöttkáposzta, but it's the same thing and it's so good

Ok so unfortunately that's alm I could fit in. School is a lot and it's very hard to keep up the pase. Like I wrote this on the bus bc I know when I get home there will be no time.

#ikemen vampire #cybird ikemen #lovely anon #answered #ikevamp #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire leonardo x reader #ikemen vampire isaac #ikemen vampire dazai #ikemen vampire headcanons #ikemen vampire le comte #ikemen vampire sebastian

[crowbird]

| I'LL CALL YOU MINE ; c. nakahara

| WORD COUNT ; 1.4k | RELATIONSHIP ; chuuya nakahara x gn!reader | CROW'S NOTE ; this oneshot is a rewrite of a oneshot I originally wrote in early 2019, although it didn't see the light of tumblr until 2020. That blog is no longer up but it was originally posted under the url fyowyn-writes. if you remember me hi, i'm not dead, but i am still using the purple aesthetic, we don't talk about fyodor (in the tune to we don't talk about bruno). i plan to go through majority of my old works and slowly rework and rewrite them if anything just to have the satisfaction to show that i've grown as a writer, the masterlist of all of these works will be up later today (date of posting) and i will update the list as I go. anyways thank you so much to the lovely @mag-writes for aiding with grammar and proofreading!

The cafe smelled like coffee and sugar, hints of chocolate and cream swirled underneath as a dose of cinnamon was dusted on top; overall, perfect. It was an incredibly welcome contrast to the smells that flavoured the air of the rest of the harbour. He honestly wasn’t sure why it was located on the port to begin with. A part of Chuuya suspected that maybe Mori had set up the place as a front for drug or weapons trafficking, he honestly wouldn’t have been in the least surprised had that been the case.

But by all accounts it was an ordinary, completely normal cafe that was in no way connected to the mafia or any other form of gang or group that dealt in less than legal activities. Just a nice small break from the smell of salt fish and iron that seemed perpetually underlined with something like rust (but there was the chance even that was just the rotting stench of human flesh, he did his best not to think on it to hard) that practically haunted Yokohama’s port these days.

But the cafe remained static, the smell warm and soft, the atmosphere light and gentle. It was perfectly and utterly relaxing. Then again, perhaps Chuuya had become a little too accustomed to the smell of blood and scorched skin, gunpowder and broken bones for someone of his age. He was still a kid after all. Or teenager at least. However you wanted to put it, he was not an adult, and even if he was, the violence that was second nature to his surroundings had become almost hauntingly mundane to him.

Either way, it was perfect now wasn’t it? Sunlight painted the scenery golden. There were no bullets, or battles. Simply blissful peace away from everything his life demanded of him. Even better, the place was completely free of mackerels. It’d taken an almost concerningly long time to find a place Dazai couldn’t follow him to, to annoy him and taint his small haven with his presence. But by god it was worth it.

And then of course, there was you.

Chuuya would be lying if he said he didn’t also enjoy this little slice of heaven because of your mere presence. The pretty barista with kind eyes and rough hands. You were taller than him, not that it mattered in any way that is. But he would be lying if he said there wasn’t something about how you’d wear those neat platforms on occasions, raising your height a further inch or more from the ground. Something about it, same with the confidence that you held, a soft sort of thing. It wasn’t loud or brash, but it was very much present; it made his heart swell and something giddy turned in the back of his mind.

It wasn’t a love at first sight sort of situation. You two hadn’t spoken nearly enough for him to confidently say he was in love with you. But your presence was comfortable, immensely so. On the few occasions he’d spoken to you, you’d treated him like he was any other kid your age. And maybe it was his own trauma speaking, but that small action made his heart burst with appreciation and the adamant and seemingly unrelenting urge to befriend you rise from the ashes.

There was the small part of him that wondered what it would be like to take you on a date, hold hands, maybe go to the arcade with you. Not to mention he wondered what it would feel with your arms wrapped around his, an embrace that was based in safety and love first and foremost. But it would be weird to ask someone out if you barely knew them, right? That would be totally weird. Then again, it wasn’t like he had much reference for what actual romance was like.

Dazai was Dazai and Chuuya did his best not to think about Mori. Though he was fairly certain Koyo had a lover at some point and he knew Hirotsu had a husband. Still, the day he asked either of them for romantic advice would be the same day that he ate his hat. And given that Chuuya was not particular on the taste of the item that was swiftly becoming his signature look; that would not be happening anytime soon.

Yes, that definitely all made sense. He totally wasn’t sitting in his usual seat as he waited for the drink he ordered, mentally stalling in order to delay the inevitable. No, definitely not.

“Here’s your coffee.” Your words cut across his thoughts, as the gentle clink of the coaster and cup met the surface of the table. You weren’t wearing platforms today. Instead your shoes were a pair of worn sneakers, the stitching on the side and come ever so slightly loose from time and the soles had been worn through so thoroughly that the pattern beneath them was almost entirely indistinguishable.

Chuuya tried and failed to swallow, his throat going dry.

“I know it’s not your usual and I’ll be honest I’m not super used to making this kind of drink, but I hope it’s not terrible,” you added sheepishly.

“You, you remembered my order?” The words felt clunky and impractical and gods above the urge to crawl into a hole and allow the earth to swallow him suddenly seemed intensely strong. His words had obviously been too harsh! He’d come off far too abrasive and aggressive! Now you probably think he’s an ass; or worse, some slimy mackerel.

“I mean,” you fighted nervously, the neat hanafuda earrings you always wore swinging gently as you did so, “You’re literally our only regular. And even if you weren’t, you’re still are a regular, so I probably wouldn’t be a very decent barista if I couldn’t remember that.” You smiled, before instantly backtracking, “not that I’m incompitent or anything like that, I know how to make this drink well I just, uh. I think I’m going to stop talking now…” you trailed off, feeling your face burn as the pretty boy in front of you just stared.

Snapping out of his daze of sorts, he blinked owlishly. Before hurriedly turning back to his drink. He did his best to withhold his own blush from how his heart seemed to miss several beats from your flustered nature. It was absolutely adorable.

The thought barely crossed his mind before he found himself flushing furiously, setting down the drink and muttering a response. He mentally slapped himself at the realisation you obviously didn’t hear him.

“It’s really good,” he said, managing to meet your eyes with what felt like more difficulty than it should be.

“I’m glad you think so!” You grinned, nerves seeming to dissipate. “Say um, my break’s in like, five minutes, if you’re still around, would it be alright if I joined you? Maybe we could talk some more? I mean as long as that’s cool with you; I don’t want to intrude or anything,” You said, slapping on your little clarification to avoid any perception that you were pushing yourself onto him.

But Chuuya just grinned, unable to stop his smile from adorning his features. “That sounds nice,” he breathed, “I’d really like that actually.”

“Great!” You opened your mouth to continue, only for the bell above the shop to cut off your next words. Switching paces, you smiled at him, sheepish. “I’ll see you then, in like five minutes. Um, please don’t leave? Cool, cool, cool-cool, cool.”you rambled, half out of nerves half out of glee, before quickly turning back to the counter.

He couldn't tell if it was the warmth the drink emitted or if it was you. He could practically feel the heat settling in his belly; calming any butterflies that remained. It was as though someone had stolen a chunk of the sun, or maybe simply a few stars and placed them within your heart, that warmth illuminating everything around you. And perhaps Chuuya would find he was made of wax and it would end in tragedy, or perhaps he would find that he was the sun all along and you were his moon. Maybe he would discover that the both of you were simply two travellers following the same star. Either way, it wouldn’t matter because in that moment, all thoughts of hesitation seemed to flee from his mind. No longer did the (honestly rather rational) anxiety of the small detail that he was not only part of the mafia, but a murderer, taint his wishes of seeking solance in another. It was beautiful and poetic and by god was it so fucking warm.

Now all Chuuya had to do was learn your name.

| SONG ; i'll call you mine by girl in red

| TAGLIST ; @yashi-desu @mag-writes

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im not the original anon but i read both ur dazai / younger sibling relationship posts (did you like my pretty lies & the first part) and you wrote the dynamic so well im OBSESSED.

could you write something about them meeting again after dazai joins the ada? 💕💕

You're so sweet and I'm happy you like it so much! I've said it before but I adore this dynamic so this was a pleasure. I also feel like you're reading my mind anon- I was debating doing this and u pushed me over the edge. Love ya for it lmao

Please do be mindful, this ended up dealing with themes of suicidality, so if this is triggering for you, watch for that. All love, <33

It was quite the odd feeling, knowing you should be dead. And you knew in your very core, that there was no way you were supposed to be alive.

Against the backdrop of every past life and memory you'd lived and let die, you'd watched the rolling waves of the bay slip into deeper shades of blue and blackened violet, the color rich as spilled ink. You imagined then, dipping your fingers into those icy black waters, staining yourself clean with that ink, and tracing words over the skyline that belonged to you. Your scars across the cement, the city breathing with your beating heart; you imagined the bubbling, bruising life of Yokohama inside you, and you in it. You hung between the edge of the bridge, coat billowing in the wind around you while the last silvers of sun began to slip under the horizon. Checking your watch, you felt an odd, restless calm flood you. You'd made peace with yourself. With the things you'd done.

You were ready.

You'd wondered then, if Dazai would be somewhere after it all. If you'd finally find him again.

One.

Breathe in slowly. Savor it, clenching and unfurling your fist like the fragile wing of a butterfly.

Two.

Exhale. Relax and let your eyes close. Somewhere, aware of your hand reaching out before your body; wanting, yearning; a piece of the horizon to hold in your butterfly grasp.

Three.

The world was so tight, so small, so infinite as it pressed in on you, the weight of everything so great and small on your chest until you could barely breathe.

"Y/n?"

And just like a star falling; Just like a glass shattering; Like a world changing forever;

You breathed in again.

The voice wasn't sure by any means. In fact it was afraid, uncertain, wary, as though the man had stumbled onto something frightened and afraid

It was the voice of someone who wanted to help and had too many scars from being clawed at before.

It was the voice of a ghost.

Two ghosts stood there that evening, hearts breaking as their eyes opened to the person before them as every detail of the past came into focus.

Dazai remembered, seeing you lit like an angel and your wind stung cheeks glistening with tears, how you'd used to throw your head back when you laughed at his stupid jokes; how your eyes had ended in fractures, fissures running over glass with a smile sweet as honeysuckle breaking your icy exterior with the warmth of summer.

You recalled how you'd wander through the mammoth complexes together in the dead of night, feet warm on the cool floors as you made your way up and up and up, laying beside each other facing the sky to paint dreams and stories for each other with words until the sun rose.

You remembered the countless nights you'd found solace in each other; every time when there felt like there was no one. When both of you felt like there was no one because there never had been anyone who cared and suddenly-

there had been someone.

There had been a person with secrets, scars, and monsters; someone who shared your sleepless nights until you felt safe again. You quieted his mind with the gentle rumble of an ocean tide, cool and insistent, welcoming as it is all encompassing. He soothed your stormy heart in his way, soothed the raging fires of your sorrows with the balm of gentle rain.

You remembered it all down to the day he'd vanished.

You still felt the sting of every day after, when all you saw was the gaping hole in your life and nothing beyond. You remembered the times you'd felt your heart ache for him; ache for the person who'd loved you first.

In a moment, everything fell apart; in the life of an inhale, they fell together as you fell into his arms, his nose buried in your hair, trying to take you in again. The sharp scents of smoke and whiskey on you both blended with the wind, the spell of chance reunion mingling with a tear or two. You stood there forever; for every moment and for a single second with your touches shocking each other back to life.

Every graze of skin on skin was another whispered word, every shaky exhale a forgivness.

I'm sorry.

I missed you.

I wanted to come back.

I waited.

You shouldn't be alive. You had no plans of ever walking back off the bridge again that night.

But the ghost who had gone and left you with your own deceptions had saved you from those plans. He was real again; flesh and bone and blood, and even if it wasn't your own blood, you shared a love that was so much deeper.

From the beginning, you had saved each other.

Perhaps now was a chance to live for each other.

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