#Ikemen dazai

[shatcey]

Vampires. Side stories (Shuji)

You're being a bit sly here, my love. The color of the flowers doesn't depend on their mood, but on the acidity of the soil. You obviously know this, but you decided to explain it in a more colorful and poetic way… You're such a sweet romantic.

I really like how beautifully Shuji speaks… It sways pleasantly in my mouth when I repeat after him. I don't like so many things in Vampires, but Shuji is a masterpiece. He is absolutely unique and truly unforgettable.

Let's kiss and make up (there are voiced lines in this story)

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[wackyweirdwriter]

[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 🥲😂💜)

[sadcacao]

[yandere-romanticaa]

No matter the version, Dazai is still Dazai.

[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?”

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[misty-moth]

Dazai my queen (🌸ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)🫴👑*.ﾟ

[bicayaya]

“trick or…”

“…treat?”

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

[iphigeniainaulis]

Moon of the Sleeping

@flash-exchange is probably one of the best things that ever happened to me. I’ve met so many talented people who proceed to go above and beyond with their passion for art, writing and beauty.  @ikemendood, I know how much you love Dazai, and I hope that this work captures his spirit even a little bit 💜 I’ve put the references I used under the cut. The sea divider belongs to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

Character: Dazai

Promt: Midnight sun

That night the moon was as bright as the midnight sun. Somewhere  close behind you the ship was cracking in the agony, sinking in the dark foam of the furious ocean. Black waters stretched their ugly tentacles, and your lungs were burning from the lack of air. Cold star flames merged into Phoenix, the night sky was on fire.  

There was no art, no poetry in the endless fabric of black silk. Melanydros. That’s how Greeks called it. The ocean roar had  deafened you, yet when your tired body found peace in the abyss,  your heart’s beat was loud and clear. The requiem of the soul. 

How unfair. 

Life was cruel to you, but that was the reason why you cherished it so much. The light of other days flushed in your head, but its rays were too powerless to warm you*. Deep waters catched your last breath, as well as laughter, pain and will.  

Somebody’s strong arms tightened around your waist, but the complete darkness of the mad ocean did not allow you to see whether it was the Angel of Life or Death. Amber stars broke into flames, their melancholy reflected in the eyes in front of you.

And then you woke up. 

Ocean waves, those waves that had resembled merciless snakes in Medusa’s hair only a few hours ago, now were softly caressing your toes. The sun was white at its Zenith, and the sand felt so very real with its salty smell. Hydrangea petals in your palm were whispering secrets, but the ocean wind swallowed those sounds.

My soul is blessed with your presence.

But also

I wish I could forget these feelings.   

From that time you acquired a habit of coming to the shore every single day. Perhaps, that night was a dream, but then you strove for the dream to be night. Because that was the only way you could meet your savior with a hydrangea flower blooming in his chest.  

At some point, anger conquered your mind. Why should kindness  always exist in secret? Your helplessness was irritating, and it was irritation that made you kick that tiny seashell. Instead of a loud bump, however, you heard soft chuckles.  

“Where are you?” you cried while shaking like a sail in the storm.

The laughter repeated, although there was no joy in it. Putting your ear to the seashell, you could hardly sense a wave splash, and then there was that voice that held all the sadness of the world. 

“My soul is empty, and my life carries no hope. You’d better leave me.” 

“If your soul is empty, then take what my soul is full of. If your life carries no hope, then find it in me.”

“...when the moon turns as bright as the sun.”

Withered hydrangea in your pocket turned into a golden dash. 

That night the moon was as bright as the midnight sun. The sand crunched under somebody’s feet. Counting your heart’s every beat, you turned around only to sink into the cerise glare of the setting sun. The man in front of you smiled, and it felt cruel. 

“My name is Charles-Henry. Are you waiting for me? ” 

His POV

Legend has it that nobody in the world can be more beautiful than mermaids. Their voices are sweet as honey, their gaze reflects the wisdom of eternity. And yet among all creations of the Heavens it is hard to find a creature more horrible and hideous than a mermaid. Sea runs through their veins, flowers bloom in their chests. With the last petal a mermaid’s soul leaves its body, turning into snow foam.

Pathetic creatures.

Meeting with you was written in the stars, but dear Gods, oh how he prayed to never see your face. You, weak little human who fought against ancient nature. Silly, brave, beautiful creature. There was more honor in your defeat than in his entire being.  

Dazai, that’s how the creature called himself, pressed your tiny body to his chest, knowing full well that the blooming flower in it was already shedding its petals. 

Your stubbornness touched Dazai but at the same time worried him. His efforts to push you back were all in vain. Warm ocean waves  that drenched your clothes. Baby jellyfish, they didn't even know how to sting properly. Slimy water plants. Nothing worked.

One day you almost fell into the ocean, slipping on the slippery pier. He had to let it happen. To make you give up on him. But Dazai raised his arm, forcing waves to catch you and push to the shore. 

What if you were still afraid of the ocean?

Creatures like him deserved neither love nor compassion. They were Gods’ first Galatea, only a mere resemblance of the true perfection. That was the law he thought he was ready to defend. 

“If your soul is empty, then take what my soul is full of. If your life carries no hope, then find it in me.”

Bade farewell to any roots of hope within your sorrow. For as it is the sibling of the grief. 

Evening clouds locked the sky in the gray cell, hiding the moonlight from the shore. Watching you from the boulder, Dazai was ready to join you in the anxious dance of walking back and forth, counting seconds before his revelation. Amber stars in his eyes were wavering with unspoken emotions, too deep to describe, too personal to share.  

Soon he would show himself to you. Leaving fears behind, bathing in your kindness and beauty. Maybe, even a creature like him was worth the chance? The clouds began to move. He was getting closer to the shore, holding in his hands a treasure. Splash of water. You signed. Dazai raised his hands, palms open. The treasure in them turned silver with the moon finally reining the night. 

“My name is Charles-Henry. Are you waiting for me? ” 

You didn't notice him, and your leaving shadow darkened Dazai’s soul**. The Hydrangea flower in his hand dropped its last petal, and the void in the creature’s chest suddenly was hurting. The ocean waves screamed, covering the silence of the lonely clown’s heart***.

“Wait, a clown?”

“My, but this is another story, right? Toshiko-chan…”

You raised your head, watching fire from the mansion’s fireplace throwing shadows on the writer’s face. Amber stars broke into flames, their melancholy reflected in the eyes in front of you.

*“So gleams the past, the light of other days,

Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays”

(Lord Byron Sun of the Sleepless!)

**“For quickly comes such knowledge — that his heart

Was darkened with her shadow, and she saw

That he was wretched, but. she saw not all.”

(Lord Byron The Dream)

***“But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart

The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.”

(Lord Byron I Speak Not)

[thedivinetarot-2]

10 Reasons You're Dazai Osamu

1) You mask pain behind jokes.

2) You don't know how to open up.

3) You love entering houses from the window.

4) You love confusing others including yourself.

5) You have a chicken pet.

6) You enjoy the traditions of your country.

7) You search for deeper meanings in life.

8) You love writing short stories.

9) You hate sweet food.

10) You forget people's names and making up other names for them instead.

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Post date:26th/May/2023

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[badass-at-fandoming]

"Can you make a story about us?"

[aquagirl1978]

[xxsycamore]

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 . . . DAZAI X MC

► "Shuji, don't tell me you didn't know! Java finches are meant to be housed with a companion bird! Bunta must be awfully lonely on his own…"

• rating: G • wordcount: 700 • masterlist • Written for mine and @voltage-vixen’s ‘Tis The Season For Love challenge PROMPT: Surprising their partner in the morning with a new pet underneath the Christmas tree

"You know, MC…" Dazai says in his calm tone, despite being made to practically run down the halls, hand clasped tightly by MC as she leads the way. "I would've appreciated my Christmas morning starting with cuddles in bed."

"I want to give you your gift now! The cuddles can wait!"

Dazai hums, taking a mental note to remind her of her promise later. He also now takes notice of the way MC seemed a little cool to the touch when he attempted to pull her into his embrace earlier, as if she hasn't been under the warm covers up until a few minutes ago… Whatever the cause, Dazai gives himself to the anticipation of receiving her Christmas gift, and quietly waits to see what the hustle is about.

The mansion's big Christmas tree is shining its brightest this morning, and luckily they're first here and can enjoy this moment uninterrupted. There a lot of boxes wrapped in colorful paper under the tree, but the one MC stops and crouches down in front of, is not a box at all. Dazai follows suit, then watches MC take off the veil, uncovering a cage beneath. And in the cage…

"Oh, my." Dazai's chartreuse yellow eyes widen to show their pretty color, even if he's not aware of MC savoring the sight that very second. "Hello there, little buddy. You look just like Bunta."

MC giggles meekly, nervous about his reaction, even if he seems pleasantly surprised by what was presented to him. She clears her throat and hurries to add something very important that is going to end up sounding like a scolding, but rightfully so.

"Shuji, don't tell me you didn't know! Java finches are meant to be housed with a companion bird! Bunta must be awfully lonely on his own…"

Much like MC, even in the seriousness of their talk, Dazai can't take his eyes off the cage and the little finch hopping inside and greeting them with its melodic chirping.

"Let's introduce them to each other, then."

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The pair watches with interest as Bunta shares his water dish with his new female friend to bath into. Either because the water drops are flying to all directions beyond the metal bars of the aviary, or because he wants to give the birds some space without staring at them up close, Dazai walks to the window. But to MC, it feels like he wants to talk, so she follows there.

"Soo," She starts, giving Dazai a hug, meaning for it to be short and sweet, but giving in the way Dazai rests his arms comfortably on her sides, reluctant to let her go. "Did you like your gift?"

"I did." He smiles widely at her, eyes closing in apparent content. There is something melancholic in his smile the very second he picks up his speech again.

"Thank you for bringing him a friend. Some birds truly cannot survive without a companion, but I think it's the same for some humans, as well."

Still in his embrace, MC gazes somewhere beyond the window pane, at nothing in particular. Now, what would've happened if she didn't come in Dazai's life, given that as much of a strange bird he is, he could as well be one of those who are unable to survive without their other half? She doesn't want to think about it, nor is the time suitable for such gloomy talk. Gazing away from the window and noticing that Dazai never took off his little smile, she just leans in and kisses it off from him. Their kiss begins gentle, as if it's her way of saying 'I understand', yet finishes off playful, with a lip bite from one and giggle from the other. Now that's better.

"Oh, Bunta is singing a song I haven't heard before…"

MC giggles, turning in Dazai's arms so that they're both throwing a secret look at the couple. She's familiarized herself with the usual chirping of Bunta, so it's easy to note that the new clicking-like sounds he produces might be his way of courting the new female bird.

"I think we're going to be hearing that a lot from now on."

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[comtesjacket]

Isaac: This is such a bad idea.

Dazai: Then why are you coming along?

Isaac: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

[moomi-na]

everyone: MC, this is Dazai, he always climbs inside the house through the windows… MC: Well, someone gets in through the windows, someone get out. Dazai: … everyone: …oh no… MC: even funnier knowing that i live on the 11th floor. everyone: no MC and Dazai: hayhahahsanah

[yarnnerdally]

If it's not too late to send in a character

D a z a i

Huehuehue he's such a menace I love him

He will talk with Sebastian in Japanese even if others are involved in the conversation. He then talks to the others in Japanese as well, not bothering to translate. Mostly because he knows Sebastian will and he gets Sebastian to say off-the-wall shit.

Believes in Irish Whiskey Supremacy.

Isaac witnessed him eating bamboo. And chewing. And swallowing it. Dazai looked him in the eye as he did it and said afterwards: "No one will ever believe you." And then left.

(No one believed Isaac)