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[wiwiuraikawa]

The full comic is finally over!!! Thank you for following it ~

#lwj #wangxian #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wwx #lxc #nhs #jc #jiang cheng #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #nie huaisang #lan xichen #the untamed #cql #lan wangji #wei wuxian #mdzs fanart #mdzs comic

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Fukuzawa: you ever gaslight your son into having a God complex?

Mori: uh no....mine came with one

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd mori #bsd fukuzawa

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"Oh, the abuse cycle in bsd–"

Yes, let's talk about the abuse cycle in Bsd. Let's talk about what people don't seem to mention, ever.

Mori. Dazai. Akutagawa. Kyouka.

Though nothing is certain about what the relationship between Mori and Dazai was really like, there is a clear difference between these relationships.

Mori is appreciative of Dazai. Much as he is scared of him, Mori would take Dazai back to the Mafia in a heartbeat. From the flashbacks, we could see that Dazai and Mori had relatively easy talks, Mori confided in him, was always honest, and 15 year old Dazai seemed to talk freely with him. The abuse is, far as we know, emotional manipulation on a great scale.

Akutagawa was probably violent with Kyouka, just as Dazai was with him, though I suppose at a lesser scale (i don't think he ever shot bullets at her, for example). One thing that we do notice, though, is that Akutagawa never talks down to her? He acknowledged her strength and gave her the same reason to live that he believed in himself. Then, he also acknowledges her growth, is actually happy for her happiness, and in Dead Apple, even suggests for her to kill him when he's at his weakest. There's also a lack of emotional dependence— unlike his own case, Akutagawa did not mold her to depend on his approval. And when she sees him, she has a less severe reaction than she did when she saw Mori, for example.

And then, you have Akutagawa and Dazai. And this is what really pisses me off. Because not only is Dazai both emotionally and physically abusive to Akutagawa, he continues to keep his hold on Akutagawa even after he has become a "good guy." He keeps Akutagawa tethered to him, manipulates him in dangerous situations Akutagawa has no business being in, and purposely plays into the boy's trauma bond to him to use him. All while giving everything to a random orphan he met on the streets that - objectively speaking - is no better than Akutagawa?

This is my personal view on their relationships, and I haven't read any light novels but Beast, so there might be information I'm missing.

But no amount of context can change the fact - and I mean fact - that Dazai had absolutely zero excuse to do what he did to Akutagawa. While in the Mafia or after it. Because the guy with an IQ of a billion, who was himself saved and shown kindness by another in his darkest times should have fucking known better.

#bsd #bsd dazai #bsd abuse cycle #bsd akutagawa #bsd kyouka #bsd mori #bongou stray dogs #anti dazai #bsd analysis

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inspired by this post by @drwcn... all the Jin bastards canonically see Stab as their way of solving a problem when the situation gets dire, which I think in a universe where the sibs get a chance to get to know each other, might give poor JZX a bit of a complex

#qin su #jin guangyao #jin zixuan #mo xuanyu #the untamed #mdzs fanart #mdzs #Jin siblings

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why do you think dazai, according to mori, was a miscalculation?

I think it's because Dazai is extremely emotional and ends up being controlled by his emotions instead of leaving them far away like Mori does

We can see that in Beast, where Dazai is basically "I don't give a shit for the PM, I don't care what happens to them, I don't care at all what happens to the world, I just want Odasaku"— There's not even balance between his emotions and job, he's just acting like the old boss (no using logic and rational thinking, and by this I mean Osamu Is extremely focused in his selfish desires)

In Ougai's perspective, having someone like the old boss in that aspect is a miscalculation. A calculation that went wrong. Mori cares for the city and PM, in his situation, Dazai would never be as careful as him

Or at least that's what I think 🤣

#bsd dazai #bsd analysis #bsd mori #bsd #boungou stray dogs

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ranpo: poe took me to this super expensive cafe and we got to eat a lot of cake :>

atsushi: akutagawa bought me a car :D

kunikida: uhhh dazai did half of one of his reports the other day….

atsushi:

ranpo:

atsushi: well i mean its not things that matter its the emotion..

kunikida: oh but his ex bought me a new computer for work and another one for home /and/ a new suit

#chuya thoght that kunikida deserved something nice for dealing with dazai bullshit #kunikidazai #sskk #ranpoe #shin soukoku #skk #soukoku #bsd chuuya #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd atsushi #boungou stray dogs #bsd kunikida #bsd ranpo

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wrote this quickly in class os it may not make sense fajkfj but i had the thought and needed to share:

Dazai hadn’t really meant to do it. He hadn’t meant for it to escalate this way. 

He didn’t know why he did it. 

Things had been tense recently. Abstractilly Dazai knew it was not anyone’s fault but his own. He didn’t know why. Everything had been going so well and suddenly Dazai couldn’t breathe. Being near Kunikida made his stomach churn. 

They hadn’t had a real fight in months. THey went to work together and came back together. Dazai had his own apartment but most of his things (as few as they were) had moved into Kunikida’s. When Kunikida bought new things for his apartment he asked Dazai’s opinion. Dazai himself could buy things and place them on the bookshelf or the coffee table and Kunikida wouldn’t mind. They woke up together. Had breakfast together. Kunikida knew how he liked his coffee (he didn’t) and he knew how Kunikida liked his. If Kunikida stayed back at work, Dazai usually came to his apartment anyway to wait. It was all very domestic. It was all so very nice. 

Dazai had clung to that nice-ness of domesticity with all his might. Anytime his thoughts turned dark he was able to redirect them. And if he couldn’t he’d find his way to Kunikida and take in the gentleness he looked at him with and focus on the now, the present. 

There hadn’t been a trigger – not really. He’d just walked into the office one day, a little after Kunikida who had an early meeting and let him sleep in. He’d looked at the wooden desks, at Atsushi humming to himself as he typed, at Ranpo munching on his candy, at Junichiro and Naomi setting up, at Kyouka and Kenji conversing and suddenly he felt as if he could not fit in his skin. When Kunikida came into the office, he’d been too frenzied from the bad meeting to do more than nod at Dazai. 

And then suddenly Dazai had to get out, he had to leave. He didn’t though, not wanting the unneeded attention it would draw. Instead he scratched at his arms and tried to focus on his work.

He left before Kunikida. He stopped in front of Kunikida’s apartment. THen he walked past it on his own.

He didn’t know why.

Kunikida called him when he got home and Dazai told him he’d just missed his own futon, his own space. There had been a heavy silence and Dazai knew that Kunikida could see through it, but Kunikida didn’t comment. 

Dazai appreciated the space for all of an hour before his thoughts spiraled further.

How often could he do this? How often could he leave Kunikida and expect him to stay unbothered – to welcome him back with open arms?

Gradually Kunikida’s worry would turn into a heavy sort of irritation that would fade into tired anger. Gradually, Kunikida would not acknowledge him coming back with more than a glance. WOuld take out the minutes he’d saved into his schedule wherever he could for Dazai to focus on his work. Gradually, Dazai would wear him down.

And when that thought hit, it wouldn’t leave. He smiled and laughed as normally as he could, but he knew Kunikida noticed the distance that had come in between them. Dazai only came over when Kunikida asked, only stayed when Kunikida said to and even then tried his best to leave. He thought it was logical at the time. TO create the distance himself before he could ruin Kunikida, before he could take everything Kunikida had and keep asking for more, more, more.

He ignored and dodged all of Kunikida’s attempts to talk.

It had gone on for a week.

Being near Kunikida made his stomach churn with anxiety, waiting for him to look at him with nothing but a vague disinterest. Kunikida continued to try and pull him towards him and Dazai continued to pull away.

Today, though, he’d come into Kunikida’s apartment. He hadn’t meant to. But he felt terribly lonely and bitter and he wanted to be selfish for a bit more. He knew he was the worst, taking more of Kunikida and then wrenching away again, but he could not stop himself. Could not humanize himself.

So he’d walked in. The apartment looked different. It was vague, barely noticeable - probably why Dazai hadn’t noticed in his view visits. But it was different. A few things weren’t in their place, a few things were lopsided. Kunikida did not make mistakes like that. And Dazai knew that this was because of him. He was what was bothering Kunikida. He’d probably led Kunikida to think that Kunikida was the one who did something wrong. 

He couldn’t breathe. In his attempt to fix this, he’d made it worse – there was no justifying it to himself anymore, he made everything worse. Kunikdai had been nothing but loving, but kind, but gentle, in a wya Dazia didn’t deserve, but he had gone and fucked it all up. Why hadn’t he led Kunikida to the realization that Dazai was taking too much? Why did he ruin everything?

His gaze ended on the picture on the side table next to the couch. It was a picture of them. It was moved slightly to the left and Dazai could picture Kunikida picking it up and putting it back. Picking it up and trying to think of why Dazai was pulling away – what he had done. OR perhaps he was looking at his past foolish self who thought someone likeDaza was worth loving.

Dazai hadn’t meant to do it. He hadn’t even realized he had until the sudden rush of self disgust had wavered at the sound of the frame breaking where he’d thrown it. He’d started at it. Then he grabbed another photograph, and another, and before he knew it he was throwing everything he could get his hands on, an uncontrollable rage, a deep deep sense of misery. He heard someone screaming and it took him a while to realize it was him.

When he could breathe again, when he dug his nails into his skin and watched them bleed and could finally breathe, he looked around at the destroyed living room – at Kunikida’s living room. Dazai felt helpless. He reached shaky hands to the first photograph he’d broken, cutting his hands on the glass as he tried to put the broken pieces of glass together again, as he tried to fix it. But the pieces were too split and he could do nothing. He clutched at his shirt, at his arms, at his hair and pulled and pulled and sobbed and screamed again but none of the pictures would fix themselves up. He didn’t know how long he sat there. Kunikida hadn’t come back yet.

He wished he could peel off his skin. He wished he could scrub off the dirt but no matter how much he could scratch at his skin, he’d still feel dirty.

Eventually he stood up and dragged himself to the bathroom. He filled up the bathtub, and sat in the water. HE closed his eyes – he could see Kunikida’s face when he came in. He didn’t move. Time slipped him.

//

A door opened. It closed after a long time. Or maybe it closed after a second. Or maybe it didn’t close or open at all and Dazai had imagined it – he had thought Kunikida had come home a few times, but he hadn’t. 

He heard soft steps but nothing more and he sighed thinking it was another trick his brian was playing. He was sure it wasn’t kunikida until the bathroom door opened and Kunikida stood there. Dazai gazed at him. He couldn't tell what he was thinking – he could always tell.

Kunikida stared at him. Dazai looked away, shame filling every inch of his body. 

“Come on,” Kunikida said, voice too quiet and too loud and nothing like Kunikida, “let’s get you out of there.” 

When Dazai blinked again, Kunikida was draining the water from the tub. He was sitting on the edge, leaning against Kunikida’s arm. Kunikida ran a hand through his hair, pushing back the wet locks and said something as he walked out. Dazai stood there, letting Kunikida take off his clothes and pat a towel onto him and then dress him in sweats and a sweatshirt. Then, Kunikida pulled him out of the bathroom. He tried to look at the living room, but found that he couldn’t. Anytime he turned, Kunikida was there or was pulling his gaze away.

Then they were in Kunikida’s bedroom. Dazai was sitting on the bed, Kunikida was kneeling behind him, drying his hair with a towel.

“Do you want to order tonight?” Kunikida asked. Dazai shrugged. 

“‘m sorry” he mumbled after a long pause, looking at Kunikida through the mirror, but dropping his gaze.

“Okay,” Kunikida replied. He pulled Dazai back and let Dazai rest against his chest. “You’re okay.”

He wasn’t. Kunikida knew it too. He let himself melt against him, anyway.

#kunikidazai #bsd fanfic #bsd #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #bsd kunikida #fanfic #kunikidazai fanfic

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A lone figure crept through the front door of the small apartment. Despite its size, the apartment was decorated in apt preciseness to maximize the space to create an open environment, as best as it could. There really was no better word for it other than “practical” though the owner would call it “ideal”. Still, though, there were hints of “mistakes'', little flaws that ruined the overall ideal nature of the apartment. The gray sweater thrown across the back of the couch, the forgotten watch on the side table, the bandages stored in a basket on one of the shelves rather than with the first aid kit in the bathroom. And of course, the body creeping its way towards the bedroom door.

Dazai didn’t bother turning the light on, knowing that it would piss off Kunikida and not in the fun way where he huffed but ultimately moved on at the next distraction. He hadn’t really planned on bothering Kunikida tonight. He’d gone to work like a good little boy, walked himself back to his dorm, done all the things he was supposed to and then he’d gotten ready for bed. Sleep didn’t come to him.

It often didn’t. But he’d been spoiled at the Agency, getting to take mid-shift naps, getting invited to sleepovers. Company helped him – not always, not in the past. But the agency had a strange way of making him feel… comfortable. 

So the nights that sleep didn’t come became more and more bothersome. Back in the mafia, he could go days on end without sleep and be relatively functional. But now he’d become soft. He couldn’t go to long, it made him miserable and miserable to be around. 

The agency noticed.

Of course, they noticed.

And now his sleepless nights were filled with invitations for movie nights, or hot chocolate, or whatever other thing whoever it was could think of to help him. It was sweet. It was too much. Ironically, he’d found a solution in an effort to avoid the kind, earnest faces that made him want to melt and claw off his skin at the same time. 

The solution being, of course, Kunikida.

Something about his presence just made the noise in Dazai’s head quiet. He couldn’t afford to lose that by irritating him at this moment. 

So, instead, he opened the door quietly, taking care to not make too much noise. And then, slowly stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

Kunikida liked to sleep in the dark. Dazai liked a little light if he was ever honest with himself – which meant he usually slept in the dark too. But tonight, it wasn’t just the moonlight seeping through the curtained windows that illuminated Kunikida’s sleeping body. Instead, on one of the sockets, a small night light was plugged. Kunikida’s tall body wasn’t visible under his blanket, just the curves and edges of his silhouette. 

Dazai crept closer. 

Kunikida’s face wasn’t visible, but Dazai could see the top of his head, blond hair peeking out. 

He crept closer.

“Kunikida-kun,” he whispered. Kunikida didn’t stir. Dazai leaned forward and whispered again.

Kunikida’s body tensed, years of partnership meant that Dazai was attuned to him and his reactions. 

“It’s me,” Dazai whispered.

KUnikida’s head peeked out from under the blanket. He blinked a few times, face scrunched up in annoyance and sleepiness. Then he squinted at Dazai, unable to see him clearly in the dark and without his glasses. Then after a second, he groaned. Despite that, though, he shuffled to the other side of the bed, leaving space between himself and where Dazai was leaning. Dazai waited.

Kunikida lifted his blanket up from the side he’d vacated. Dazai grinned, quickly climbing into bed before he changed his mind. He grinned at Kunikida, but he merely huffed and closed his eyes again. 

Dazai scooted closer until they were a hair’s width away.

He always slept better with Kunikida there.

#kunikidazai #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd #bsd kunikida #fluff #bsd fanfic #fanfic #kunikidazai fanfic

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Dazai: For a billion dollars would you-

Atsushi: Yes!

Dazai: I didn't even say the thing.

Atsushi: Dick, murder, anything!

Dazai: Atsushi!

Atsushi: It's a billion dollars, Dazai!

Dazai: I know but damn.

#bsd incorrect quotes #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd atsushi #bungou stray dogs #bilion dolars is bilion dolars! #he would

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I love that the unspoken 1st rule of Yokohama is not to piss off the Agency. Not the Port Mafia, not the government.

But the Agency.

"Are you out of your mind?! Rule number one in Yokohama, don't piss off the Armed Detective Agency."

#so real #ada #armed detective agency #bsd #bungou stray dogs #port mafia #bunch of feral orphans with license to kill #op summarised the entire plot

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The most romantic thing couple can do in a story is dancing or dueling. I don't make rules.

#Dancing to the music only they can hear ♡~~~ #Or dueling in a way that more feels like dance☆~~~ #When they forgot about everyone else in the room #I need more of it #♡~~~ #Ao3 #mdzs #svsss #bungou stray dogs #grishaverse #bsd

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Dazai "everyone's project" Osamu

(Plz don't @ me with any suggestions or "corrections", thank you.)

Edit: holy shit this blew up way more than I ever imagined lol. Thank you to all who reblog, your tags are everything ❤️

#in character #bsd dazai #bsd fyodor #bsd natsume #bsd ranpo #bsd atsushi #bungo stray dogs #bsd ango #bsd odasaku #bsd kunikida #bsd mori

[wiwiuraikawa]

ayyyyyy I forgot to say ranged weapons. sorry for misunderstunding. You have great takes.

But I have a questien, do you think that ranged weapons for 2army would be also made of grisha steel? If I reamember corectly grisha steel is laigter and more durable then averege material. So it could be a great improvment for ravka. I get that it's probaly slower and harder to make but it's still interesting posibillity.

Siege and Storm- Chapter 15 (Leigh Bardugo)

Were weapons taken from them during their home imprisonment, or was it normal to give Second Army older, worse weaponry?

#grishaverse #second army

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I thought they taken their wepons away after failed coup. You know grisha are seen as a threat so the royality wanted to ensour they want atak them. + i can see royality just thinking, that sinsce grisha are weapons, they don't need to waste their suplise. Aside from (Eu)genya in S&S do we even see anyone from the 2army even using weapons? ( I only read s&b and i given up)

+ it would be in character for royal family to think sinse grisha can use *magic* then it means they don't need weapons. (They already have magic! Why would they need more?! They should be thakful to live underground our roof! They are so ungretful!)

Siege and Storm- Chapter 15 (Leigh Bardugo)

Were weapons taken from them during their home imprisonment, or was it normal to give Second Army older, worse weaponry?

#grishaverse #s&s #anti lantsovs #(Eu)genya Safina #Second army

[wiwiuraikawa]

Rare ships are great. You have like only six fics and you eat that up. The most you can have in rare ships are 10 pages on ao3 and you are considering yourself happy. Occasionally you have 1 fanart.

#Rare ships #Ao3 #ships #Bsd #grishaverse #darkolai #Fyobram #Jurisander #Darkolai is popular compered to fyobram and jurisander #But it deserve more popularity so i tag it there

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I think they would've been friends

#toph beifong #princess yue #atla #avatar the last airbender #art #yue and toph would beat everyone

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didn't okatz'ya soldiers killed grisha even in little palace?

not only she nearly killed him for speaking up concerns but she seated him next to a okatz'ya soldier who is a reminder of their opresors and killers of their peers

Siege and Storm- Chapter 15 (Leigh Bardugo)

First of all, let us observe a minute of silence for the only truly promising (and equally unappreciated) member of Alina's Second pseudoArmy.

Sergei Beznikov, you deserved better than dismissal of your trauma and brutal execution.

He's the true hero of these chapters. Not only he understands principles upon which should (military) organization work, he took it upon himself to keep Little Palace running, while their kind's actively hunted once again, hostile soldiers are patrolling grounds of their home and several older soldiers of Second Army were slaughtered in the city itself.

He'd deserve a raise at this point.

Instead he gets this:

*whispers*

Who ~would~ be?

You're an officer-in-training, trying to keep your world from falling apart, and utterly unqualified girl waltzes in to take over from you, almost kills you, then sits you next to a fucking deserter!

(That didn't occur to you, Alina, did it? That perhaps "otkazat'sya" isn't such an issue as "disgraced soldier"...)

It's nice Alina takes over signing papers once she arrives, but who prepares them?

#Sergei Beznikov #S&S Chapter 15 #grishaverse #anti Mal #anti alina #sergei deserved better #poor guy #he needs a break #or a hug