#Ikemen dazai

[ike-garden2024]

The pain on his face… 🥺

I know I’ve read his route but I’m blanking on a lot of details right now. So for now I have mixed feelings about Dazai 🤔

I definitely like his hair though 😅

[haruhar-u]

Hear me out

[badass-at-fandoming]

Do you think Arthur feels left out during weekly writers' night because Shakespeare and Dazai are Known for hating to make up their own plots, while the mystery genre is 80-90% plot? Like,

Shakespeare, who stole every plot he ever wrote: Fates, why must I be a slave to the 5 Acts! It serves well, but I despise it so much!

Dazai, who used life, fairy tales, and Hamlet as writing material because he couldn't plot for shit: It's true, why can't readers be satisfied with a series of emotions? The character's emotional arc is most important, in my humble opinion.

Arthur:

Arthur: you are like little babies. Watch this. [writes 300th plot-heavy mystery]

[yandere-romanticaa]

No matter the version, Dazai is still Dazai.

[thedivinetarot-2]

Credit to Cybired

[xxsycamore]

Heyy girlyy ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

I Hope you’re okay <3

can I have 🙏 with Dazai pleaasee?

Thank you 🤭

Heyyy! I am, hbu? <3 Hope you like it!

cw: slight angst

[🙏] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚊�� 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚞𝚙…

DAZAI:

During the cold months, and given that the one you're looking for isn't Leonardo or any of the other smokers, you have no reason to check the mansion's terrace for your target... and surely not that late at night. Luckily, you spot the outline of your lover outside the tall windows just as you're about to give up the search and go wait for him snuggled up in bed instead...

Stepping outside, you instantly hug your arms around yourself in a poor attempt to somewhat protect yourself from the bite of the cold. How long has Dazai been out here? He's leaning against the railing unmoving like a statue, eyes fixed on something non-existent in the distance...

"Oh, hello there. I was just about to go inside."

You've seen him with more sincere smiles on his face for sure. But the cold concerns you no less than whatever's on his mind right now. Coming to his side, you place a hand on his, to find it freezing.

"It is a quite chilly evening. But don't worry, I got myself a nice hot cup of tea for the occasion- oh my, I suppose it's gotten cold."

You now notice the cup of tea he's got his hands wrapped around... Carefully, you remove it from his grasp and leave it on the railing, only to change the item for your own hands instead. Wanting to cover as much area as possible, you shift the position of your hands, lastly sandwiching his between yours for optimal warming up.

Dazai lets out a pleasant sigh and it comes out of his lips with a visible huff of air. Surely there are faster and more effective ways to warm up, all of which include going inside where it's warm before anything else, but you have a feeling this particular method warms up more than just his hands - so you silently indulge him.

You're not going to ask. When he's ready, he'll tell you on his own.

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[shatcey]

Shuji's lesson

In one of the side stories (one of anniversaries) Shuji mentioned

I got curious and asked Google.

from here

That's not exactly what Shuji said, but it's still an interesting point. Different cultures use different expressions, and sometimes direct translation doesn't make sense. You need to understand the meaning of the original text and give it the same meaning when you translate it into another language. Local jokes and aphorisms, which are easy for a native speaker to understand, would seem complete nonsense to a person from a country with a completely different culture.

Thank you Shuji… for another delicious piece of food for thought.

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[lichtluv]

.・✫・゜・。.・✫・゜・。.

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?

.・✫・゜・。.・✫・゜・。.

☇ ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ.

[arthurs-puppygirl]

My sleep paralysis demons watching me sleep:

[misty-moth]

Dazai my queen (🌸ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)🫴👑*.ﾟ

[ike-garden2024]

Tofu for thought 🧐

One man’s plain tofu …

… Is another man’s Michelin Star meal 😂

Dazai never fails to make me laugh whenever he appears on screen 😂 (except for sometimes in his route 🥲😂💜)

[weird-profiterole]

Dazai in his overalls for @yanderepuck

Don't repost, only reblog

[yarnnerdally]

Aaaaaand here's my second contribution for the @flash-exchange! and this was written for the darling @spoopy-fish-writes. I had the idea for this pretty early and I can't stop giggling at it, honestly.

Title: Mischief

Characters: Will/Fem!reader, Sebastian, Dazai

Prompt: Kabedon

Tags: fluff, kabedon, Dazai being a lil shit, Sebastian isn't helping

     You had just finished making that evening's coffee with Sebastian, making light conversation with him. You reminisced about some things from your original time, lightly complaining that so many of the romance books you tried to read could use a little more… impact.      “Honestly, there are so many scenes that could be amplified with a kabedon, but that didn't even come about in our time until the 1980's,” you sighed. You were glad you hadn't picked up the whole tray as a voice from behind made you jump.      “Kabe-don?” Turning quickly you saw Dazai leaning in the doorway, a lazy smile on his face and a contrasting mischief in his eyes.      “Good evening, Dazai. Yes, a kabedon. She's referring to a moment in modern Japanese manga and animation in which one character essentially somewhat traps another character against a wall.” Sebastian moved to the wall and displayed the position. “Now, imagine there's another person between me and the wall with them facing me. My flat hand hits the wall beside the other person's head. Kabe for wall, don for the sound the impact makes. Usually there is romantic tension between the two characters.” You felt yourself blushing as Sebastian explained. You swore you saw a spark in Dazai's gaze as he acted unphased with the new information.      “I see. It dramatically raises tension between two characters. The sudden proximity, an air of dominance. Hm. Thanks for the tip.” He smiled coyly before leaving you and Sebastian in the kitchen. A heavy sigh left your lips and you pinched the bridge of your nose.      “Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” -      The night was getting long and as much as you and Will loved to visit the mansion for dinner occasionally, you were both ready to go home. The interaction earlier with Dazai had all but left your mind as the two of you walked from the carriage stop back home. That was until you both reached the house and Will lingered instead of unlocking the door. You looked at him curiously.      “Will?” You prompted him softly with his name, his playful and heated gaze making you shiver.      “Apologies, dear heart. Mine mind hath wandered,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple before proceeding to unlock the door. You knew him well enough to know there was something on his mind but there would be a time and place for bringing it up. Thankfully the wait was short because as soon as you were both inside…      *don*      Your back was suddenly against the wall, heart racing as you looked wide-eyed up at Will. Your stomach fluttered excitedly as he crowded your space. His hand had landed firmly on the wall by your head and his smirk made you blush. He couldn’t help but chuckle as your cheeks turned a brilliant shade of pink and he brought his hand up to caress one with his thumb. “My, my. Curiouser and curiouser,” he murmured.      “W-Will…” you stuttered softly, beginning to pout as the pieces slowly came together in your mind. “Did you speak with Dazai tonight by chance?” He laughed and leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.      “I know not of what you speak,” he grinned as your pout deepened. “Though… I suppose thanks is owed to him for this most… gratifying reaction. I’ll have to employ this guileful tactic more often, no?”

Taglist: @violettduchess , @strawberry-scum , @writingwhimsey , @ikememesengoku , @kissmetwicekissmedeadly , @jozhenji

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

[violettduchess]

A/N: I know he has been requested several times by different people and now that I am reading his route, I felt I could do this properly 💜

Dazai x reader

WC: 425

He reaches for you when midnight cradles the world, when darkness paints the land in shadow by the light of the lambent moon. Dazai has his own shadows, dark creatures that roost in the hollows of his heart, and sometimes, take flight, dragging him into wakefulness. Their dark wings beat the air from his lungs, their curved talons sink into the tenderness of his bruised soul. Their cries fill his mind, louder than thunder, more insistent than the waves that break ceaselessly upon the shore.

And so he reaches, through the darkness, through the shadows, for a lifeline.

He reaches for you.

You’re there, gathering him into your arms, pulling him against the shelter of your body. He breathes in, a stuttering inhale that shakes his shoulders, echoes the clamor of his heartbeat.

But the next one is steadier.

As is the next one.

Dazai rests his cheek against the swell of your heart while you stroke his hair, that soft expanse the color of morning fog, gently running your fingernails over his scalp. Touch says what voices can't. After several minutes he shifts, tilting his head to look at you. Your hand goes still as you meet his gaze, drowning in the depths of his whiskey-colored eyes. He pushes himself up, expression soft yet determined. The shadows have vanished into the night, blending in with the dark pieces of sky not touched by celestial light. They are never truly gone. But they will leave him in peace now.

Gentle fingers take hold of your chin and you're still as he captures your lips in a kiss warm with devotion. Only the slight pressure of his touch is enough to keep you from moving. His fingertips are warm, trembling with the force of his tenderness. He presses kiss after kiss to your lips, writing you a novel of his love without saying a word. His hand slides away from your face, down the slope of your neck. He shifts, painting your skin with the poetry of his gentle caresses, the stanzas of his thankfulness dust your collarbones, verses of his heartsong are pressed against the soft skin below your ear. He tells you the legacy of how much he needs you, adores you, wants you, a master writer using his lips and tongue and teeth wordlessly. 

You lift your hips, bend your leg, encouraging him to let go, to allow the weight of his body to bend into yours. He complies, elegant fingers plunging into the curtain of your hair as he collapses into the kiss. You gasp. Words, his trade and talent, are unnecessary here. Not when you can taste his yearning on the tip of his tongue. Feel his affection with every breath. 

The night shifts, no longer the setting of his turbulent nightmares but rather the milieu of his every waking dream.

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @aria-chikage @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @tele86 @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @rhodoliteschaos @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @bubblexly

[bicayaya]

“trick or…”

“…treat?”

★ osamu dazai moodboard - 9 days of halloween (6/9)