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There was one rule! ONE!

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If ShinSoukoku was not already named so, I would like to propose the name Ryushi as a replacement. Any other ideas?

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…just finished the sixth book of Heaven Official’s Blessing…what the actual fuck

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(This is a part from story a friend and I are collaborating on, we wanted to see how people actually react before we go through with writing it)

Screams had echoed throughout the night, people running in droves, blood splattered walls painting the city a bright red.

Now I frowned, wiping the edges of my mouth of the red liquid. I gazed around at the once busy streets, now turned silent. Everything was silent. I had gone too far, killed too many, and now hashira would be on their way soon.

I should leave before they catch up…probably.

“why…” A small noise from beside me caused me to turn, holding my wooden mask in my hand which allowed my multicolored eyes to find the source of the noise.

Its the girl from earlier.

“Why…did you do this?” She whispered, blood spilling out the side of her mouth. She was splayed out on her stomach, bleeding profusely from a wound in her side.

I crouched down, taking her chin in my fingers and gently lifting her face to meet my eyes.

“Because i had to.”

…

“Can you teach me?” He seemed excited, his eyes glowing.

“I need to get going, I apologize. It was nice to meet you though.” I bowed slightly, then turned to leave.

“Wait…” He seemed hesitant. “Can…you maybe come back, and help me train some more?”

This could be beneficial to me, and the master.

I turned, the smile bright on my face filling into my voice. “I’ll make it my top priority.”

As i finally reached the tree line, i heard the boy yell out once again.

“Wait! I dont know your name!”

When i looked back at him, his face was so pure, so innocent, it was impossible to lie. “Kurome, and you?”

“Im Tanjiro.” He yelled back. “Tanjiro Kamado.”

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“People are like leaves, they show their true colors before they die.”

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Fyodor and Dazai might be brothers! Now hear me out. Dazai, background unknown before the age of fourteen, literally nothing except the fact that something most likely happened to make his suicidal. Fyodor, fucking nothing about his backstory, all we know is that he is most likely from Russia but who fucking knows anymore! What they share in common though, is that it has been confirmed that they both knew each other quite well before Dazai joined the mafia. That leaves thirteen fucking years of who knows what! Then again there could be alternate possibilities such as them being raised together but not brothers? Idk we’ll see

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IT WAS REAL!!!!!!! I was recently forcing-*cough cough* showing my friend the show when we got to season two episode 1, where Dazai clearly states to Ango that he “fuzzed” up the job(I don’t remember the exact quote), my life is now complete with the knowledge that the Osamu Dazai, my love, my life, most likely my death if he were real, once said “fuzzed”. Thank you Asagiri!!!!!!!

Ok so I don’t know if I dreamed this or it actually happened in the anime, but for some reason I vividly remember Dazai saying “what the fluff” while sitting at the bar with Odasaku and Ango.

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My friend and I came up for an idea for what Fyodor’s ability could be, basically he would have needed to commit a crime and then he could inflict the punishment of that crime onto others when they come in contact with him. The buildup of crimes leads to more severe punishments.

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Listen, I’m JUST saying…Dazai only continued being suicidal after he left the Port Mafia…which INCLUDES a certain red-head with anger issues…im just saying

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My Opinion on Goku vs Saitama

So I’m always hearing people say “Goku would definitely win!” “No Saitama would! He’s One Punch Man!” ITS RYUK! RYUK WOULD WIN!!!

(This is my personal opinion, I’m happy to go to war in the comments though ;))

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Soukoku: Bandages

Warnings: death, depression, character death, implied self harm, suicide, gore, blood, cursing, the most heart wrenching angst I could think of so read at your own risk

“Chuuya!”

All he could do was scream, scream the name of the person he loved most in the world, the name that had changed his life, the name that had kept him alive. And so he did.

“Chuuya!”

His breath came in ragged gasps, his legs ached, and yet he continued running, ignoring the flames that continued to grow out of the toppling buildings around him.

He sped around the corner of what was once a busy intersection, only to be met with the worst sight possible. Maroon symbols covered Chuuya’s arms and face, and his eyes were blank, but he wasn't fighting, in fact he wasn't moving at all.

“Chuuya!!” Dazai cried, rushing over to the boy's body as it twitched and writhed on the concrete. “Chuuya.”

Dazai’s heart beat violently as he knelt down and took one of the hands he had carefully committed to memory, every scar, every crease, in his own. The markings faded away from the touch, leaving only trails of crimson blood to decorate his pale skin.

“Dazai?” Chuuya said weakly, his voice breaking as if he was about to cry. “You…you made it?”

“Why?” Dazai asked, lifting Chuuya’s head onto his lap. “Why would you use corruption? When you knew I wouldn't be able to get here in time?” Salty water dripped from dark brown eyes, falling down to land on a face that he had fallen in love with.

Chuuya was silent for a moment, as he stared up at the young mafioso.

“I hate…” He began in a raspy voice, lifting a hand to touch Dazai’s neck. “...these damn bandages.” The sentence took Dazai off guard. He had been expecting something like ‘your stupid face’ or ‘your shitty hair’, something that assured him that the Chuuya he loved was still there, and that everything would be ok. Oh god why did it have to be that?! “I dont want…you to need…them anymore.”

“Fuck!” Dazai sobbed now, cupping Chuuya’s cheek in his hand. “Chibi! This is all my fault!”

“Stop crying…you wuss…or i'll kick your ass.”

Despite himself, Dazai smiled through the streams of tears running uncontrollably down his face. “You're too short to reach it.” He sniffed in a shaky voice.

Chuuya’s face contorted as if about to give a sarcastic retort, but then shifted, as if his attention had been drawn to something completely different.

“Hey…Osamu?”

He hesitated for a second, taken off guard by the use of the name. “Yeah Chibi?”

“Can we…go to the bar tonight?” He asked, as if it was just another day, just an ordinary request. His voice was growing softer, so unlike the Chuuya who was always yelling at the top of his lungs and would never stay still.

Dazai smiled, even though his throat was tightening, holding back his sobs and cries. “Sure, but you're paying.”

“Fine…just…this once.” The words were barely audible as the last syllable slipped past his lips, and the heat of his last breath escaped. The beautiful sapphire eyes Dazai was so fond of, stared blankly up at him, as Chuuya Nakahara’s body went still.

Dazai clenched his teeth, then, as if a cord snapped in his mind, and all the sadness overtook him in a single tidal wave, crushing him all at once with the unbearable pain and grief.

“Chuuya!” He wailed, cradling the boy's body close to his. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! This is all my fault! It should have been me and not you! I should have been able to save you! We can go drinking every night, and I'll pay! I’ll even get you the most expensive hats I can find!” He begged and pleaded, but still no sign of life could be found in the blank expression. “Come and yell at me for playing music too loud, or for calling you short! Just please don't leave me!” He bent down, pressing his forehead to what was once his last lifeline. “Please. I love you.”

…

“You're gonna make me go bankrupt by the end of the month with all these trips to the bar.” Dazai said, flopping down on the couch in their shared apartment.

“This is just payback for every time you’ve annoyed me.” Chuuya explained, hanging his coat and hat on the rack, then walking over and sitting down right on top of his partner's stomach. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table, ignoring the complaints from the brunette beneath him. “Hmm, I wonder what I should watch.”

“Get off of me shrimp!”

“Man, I had no idea our couch was so loud.” He said mockingly.

Dazai suddenly sat up and grabbed the smaller boy by the shoulders, pinning him down below him and assuming his previous spot atop the writhing ball of fury.

“GET OFF OF ME ASSHOLE!”

“Man, your right Chibi, this couch really is loud!” He said, grinning contentedly.

Chuuya huffed, but after a few moments Dazai felt hands on his back, pulling him closer and warm air on the crook of his neck. He took this as a signal to shift to the side so that Chuuya’s back was pinned up against the pillows behind them. He wrapped his arms around his torso, rubbing circles into the tense muscles beneath the black t-shirt.

“Osamu.” He heard his given name spoken from below his ear, a name Chuuya only used on rare occasions, the first time he said ‘i love you’ for instance.

“Hm?”

There was a pause. “Stop trying to kill yourself.”

The words rang out through the empty apartment, reverberating inside of Dazai’s head like an alarm. He was completely surprised by the request, startled into freezing for the briefest moment.

“Awww, does Chibi actually care about me?” He said in a mocking tone, trying to bypass the situation.

“Don't change the subject.” The accuser removed his face from where it had been tucked beneath the accused’s chin, and looked at him with such an expression of concern and love that it made Dazai’s heart skip a beat. A gloved hand came up to cup his cheek. “Please Osamu, promise me you’ll stop trying to commit suicide.”

Blue eyes glittered in the dim lamplight, staring into opposing dark orbs. It was a silent plea, emotions reflected in the surface of a world Dazai was completely void of.

He smirked. “I promise.”

He tilted his head, then leaned forward and captured Chuuya’s lips with his.

“Chuuya?!” Dazai sat up, scanning the dark room around him for any sign of the boy who had been in his arms just seconds ago. The feeling of the kiss still lingered, warm and comforting. He quickly moved to feel the other side of the bed, praying that the boy's slumbering form could be found where it always had been. All his hands touched were the cold sheets that had remained empty, void of the person Dazai most longed for.

Tears began flooding his eyes as he curled up into a ball for the fifth night in a row. He sobbed into his knees, just wishing Chuuya were there to hold him.

Chibi, it's already been a whole week, but my world has crumbled around me without you here.

Why did it have to be that memory? Every night, over and over again, he was reminded of the promise he would do anything to take back.

“Asshole! Stop stealing my hat!”

“Quit laughing, wouldya! I'm still growing!”

“Shut up, if you're sad you're sad, so just tell me and I'll be here for you.”

Old words kept running through his head, old memories, old emotions, only causing shivers to run through his haggard body.

It's like I'm being pulled, day by day, dragged closer and closer to the edge. It's getting so hard to fight back, so hard not to let go. I don't have your power anymore Chibi, don't have the courage and strength you gave me.

“Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya, Chuuya.” He whispered his name over and over again, with no real purpose except being close to the only part of him he still had.

“Please Osamu, promise me.”

Chibi, I'm so sorry.

His feet slipped off the side of the bed.

“Stop hiding things from me, we're partners, so let me help you.”

A cool breeze blew through the barren apartment as double doors were opened.

“I promise, I won't leave, ok? So just cry for as long as you want, I'll be right here.”

A tear dripped from his chin and fell into the black oblivion of night outside the balcony, landing far below on the street.

“Sorry Chibi, looks like we both broke our promises.” Dazai smiled to himself as the railing slipped away, and he was consumed by the darkness.

In an instant, the bandages on his arms and neck unraveled as he fell, and for a moment, he could have sworn he saw a hand reaching past them, held out in a forsaken and final plea.

Don't worry, I'll see you soon…Chibi.

(I wanted to see if I could make myself cry with my own writing...)

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(I’m so sorry I don’t know who the original artist is, so if the artist does happen to find this post please forgive me!!)

Spoilers warning for Bungo Stray Dogs manga

Ok so hear me out…these three are literally one of the most powerful trios in all of anime! Like seriously, they could go up against fucking Fukuchi without barely a scratch!! Just five minutes later and Chuuya would be walking away, dusting his hands off and scoffing!! Seriously, with Dazai and Fyodor’s intellect combined with Chuuya’s strength and topped off with all of their gifts!!! I swear they’re practically unbeatable!! I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN!!!

Thank you for your time

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Heyyyy, just a little sneak peak into a fan fiction i was writing a while ago, if this gets enough I’ll post the next chapter. Basically it’s supposed to be a Todoroki X Reader but you don’t see that in the first chapter. Anyway enjoy!

Light. Light filtered through the car windows. Light shone down on the pavement. Light reflected colors off my mother, her clothes, her hair. If only it could have shown me her voice, so I could have seen the words coming at me. Maybe I could have dodged them, gotten back in the car and pretended none of this had happened.

“y/n, stay here. Don't follow me, or you will regret it.” Her tone had finality in it. I sat down on the sidewalk as everything I had known in my life drove away.

Why why why?! I internally screamed. Why wasn't I good enough to keep? What did I do wrong?

I watched the world continue to move around me, all while being in a state of limbo. Sun glinted against my golden hair, and the tears ran down my cheeks, filling me with unnecessary energy. I thought that that would be the rest of my life, that I would be stuck next to that road forever, that there was nothing left for me. What the hell! I was three and already contemplating my end! Why did I deserve that!? What sin had I committed!?

“O-oh my! Hey! Hey kid! Are you ok?” I hadn't heard the shoes running towards me, and I hadn't really listened to what the woman was saying, I just felt her hand on my shoulder as she questioned me. “What happened to you sweety? Where are you parents?”

“M-mommy and d-daddy l-left, a-and told me to stay here.” I said in between sobs.

The woman put her hands over her mouth as she gasped in horror. “That's it dear, I'm taking you home with me.” She grabbed my hand and gently pulled me up to standing, then picked me up and began carrying me.

Her shoulder pumped against my face slightly as she walked, rhythmic and soothing for me.

“What's you name dear?” she asked, her voice sweet and caring. Had my parents' voices ever sounded like that?

“y-y/n.” I sniffled into her shirt.

The woman chuckled. “Nice to meet you y/n, I'm Himari, and the man you are about to meet is my husband, Akio.” She said, while opening a door.

Timeskip: two years later

Tears were rolling down my face again as sirens blared around me.

Mom? Dad? Why is this happening again?

“Excuse me miss but are you the daughter of Himari and Akio Kame?”

All I could do was nod, barely even breathe.

The officer shook his head sadly, looking at the ground. “I'm so sorry kid, but your parents have died in an accident caused by villains.”

Why the hell did he look sad? He shouldn't be sad! He should've been hunting down the person who killed them! Why was he just standing there with a defeated look on his face?! For god's sake he was supposed to be an officer!

I fell to the ground and cried, water soaking the cloth around my eyes.

Why is everyone so useless?! Why am I so useless?!

After that I was brought to an orphanage, and I stayed there until I was nine when it was burnt down by mysterious causes. Yeah, those causes were me. I had been experimenting with my quirk when I accidentally set the side of the building on fire. The guilt tore me up inside, and I began to believe that I was cursed.

I was taken in by another couple, and brought to a nice home somewhere in the city. They seemed like nice people, giving me good food and a warm bed. How wrong could I get?

A few months after my new parents had adopted me, they discovered my quirk. Everything went downhill from there. I had gone crying to them that I was cursed and that they should stay away from me, and every time they would comfort me, but everytime they seemed more hesitant, and they began to distance themselves from me. When I unintentionally set a bot of flowers on fire, well i guess that was the last straw. They started pretending i didnt exist. They wouldn't feed me, and took everything out of my room, not even leaving me a blanket. If I tried talking to them, they would throw me back in my room and lock the door until I stopped crying. They called me a cursed child, drilling the thought into my brain.

When I was thirteen, I discovered they were connected to an organization dedicated to the destruction of all heroes, and that's when I had had enough. I escaped that night and fled into the alleyways and backroads of the city. I began living off of scraps and fighting for my food, picking up change thrown by strangers. I guess you could say I was a beggar. It wasnt until about a year or so later that i discovered that the family had been murdered by the very orginization they had been working for. And that's when he found me.

“Get back here!”

I ran through the back alleys that i knew oh so well, cutting corners on upcoming paths.

What did i do?!

All i really knew was that a man was chasing me, and he seemed dangerous.

Something flew by my head, only inches away.

Is that a frickin tranquilizer dart?!

Ok, kind of the last straw. I felt my legs begin to move faster, until they were only a blur, moving at the speed of light. I dodged into a building, running up the stairs until i made it to the roof. Even then i could hear his feet crashing up the stairs.

But how?

I didnt waste any time, launching myself off the edge while still at my top speed. I was aiming for a building parallel to the one i just jumped off of, a good twenty feet.

So close, so close!

When i was not five feet away, i felt something crash into me, knocking me off course and sending me flying into the side of the building. My head bashed the wall, and i think i heard some of my bones cracking.

I fell limp to the ground, the world quickly going black.

Hawks pov

I was out on patrol, flying through the more urban parts of the city at my top speed because…why not? Something flashed in front of me, something faster than even I could stop for. I made a hard impact, being sent flying backwards before steadying myself.

What the hell was that?

I looked down to see a girl limp on the ground, a pool of blood slowly surrounding her head. People had already started crowding her.

Shit!

I landed next to her, carefully rolling her over on her back. I pressed two fingers to her neck, relieved to feel a pulse.

“Someone call an ambulance!” I instructed, urgency flooding my voice.

I turned my attention back to the girl, quickly looking over her body to check for any other injuries. Lets just say she really didnt look to be in good shape. Something caught my eye. I whirled around to catch a figure standing atop a nearby building, before disappearing. I furrowed my eyebrows.

Was he the reason she jumped? She had come from that direction, so he could have been chasing her. How did she move faster than me? Who is this girl?

And thats when i noticed it. The blind fold around her face. My eyes widened in shock.

But that-no, that’s impossible. There’s no way!

Sirens began filling the street as the lights moved toward us. Quickly I ripped off my necklace and strung it around her neck, bringing her hand up to clasp the red feather tightly.

(yes i know that he doesnt wear a necklace but WORK WITH ME HERE I NEED PLOT!)

I leaned down, my voice barley a whisper. “Never take that off. Make sure you always have it with you.”

She was put onto a stretcher, then carried into the vehicle. The doctors nodded at me in thanks, before closing the doors and driving off.

Good, i managed to get it to her.

I stood up, looking back at where the mysterious figure had been.

Now, lets go investigate a bit.

y/n pov

I woke up in a hospital gown panting, my head throbbing, legs aching, and dont even get me started on my back.

Ok, i died.

I sighed, my grip loosening around the soft fibers tickling my palm. Wait…what the hell was i holding?

I looked down to see a small red feather clutched in my hand, attached to a leather chord around my neck.

Make sure you always have that with you.

The words flashed through my brain, the voice erased.

I didnt know how i got there, i didnt really remember anything, but i knew that whoever gave that to me had been the one to save me. I studied the pendant, running my fingers across the intricate structure.

“I promise.”

3rd pov

Off in the city, red wings shivered as they soared above the buildings. A smile spread across his face.

“Good.”

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Ok so I don’t know if I dreamed this or it actually happened in the anime, but for some reason I vividly remember Dazai saying “what the fluff” while sitting at the bar with Odasaku and Ango.

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Am I the only person who dreams while their awake? Like I’m dreaming, but at the same time I’m sitting up in bed with my eyes open. Like I can actually see the things around me in the real world, but also other people. It’s not like I can go back to sleep because there are people around and I’m afraid to embarrass myself, but at the same time I feel really tired. Idk it’s just really weird and annoying. Does this happen to anyone else?

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If I could tell them. If they could know. All the guilt, self loathing, fear, love, determination, anxiety, lay bare at their feet. Could we be happy together? Could we ever be together? Could they ever love me? What the hell am I talking about! Of course not! Do I even know what love is? Am I good enough for them? To be able to drag them into my hectic life? To have them associated with me? To have other kids whispering about us? About them? All because of me? Am I even good enough to know them? If I am willing to drag them into this torrent of hell scape society, do I truly deserve to even breathe the same air as them? If they could see what I see, would they still want to be my friend? Of course not! Then why do they tempt me? Letting me hold their hand, holding mine, wrapping their arms around me. Am I just overthinking this all? Am I so desperate for them to love me that I am making this all up? Why did they put their arm around my shoulder, let me rest my head against theirs, twine our fingers so that I felt safe? This is a form of pure hatred isn’t it? Of torture for the crimes I have committed in the past? What would they do if they knew what I’m going through? The fear and joy that passes through me even when I see them in the halls. And every time after we’re together, all I can remember is everything I’ve done wrong, until I’m mentally screaming myself to sleep. I can never appear weak or fragile in front of them, I won’t let that be how they see me. Could they ever understand what I’m going through? How hard it is to be this close to someone who haunts my dreams with beautiful visions of what my future could hold, and then to have been ripped away by the person themself. How every hour of my day, they are always whispering in my mind. They don't even know how much pain I’m going through day by day because of the weight of my life, slowly crushing me. It is the one thing that is louder in the back of my head. What would they do if they knew? I know they would try to comfort me, but what then? Maybe they would feel guilty, or try to get my mind off it, but would it help? How would they think to make it better? There is nothing they could do anyway. Once it had been said they would see past my outer layer, which I cannot let happen. Please just let me run away from all this, belonging to nature and nature alone. Please let my memories of them fade away, but at the same time please let them continuously circle in my brain like a planet on a never ending orbit. Please just let my mind be at rest, once and for all.

If you enjoyed please leave a like, I don’t do much stuff like this but if I get enough requests I would be happy to write more (here I am assuming that this is going to get more then 5 views lol). Thanks for reading :)

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