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viviennewestwooddoll · 12 days ago

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I Hope You Had The Time Of Your Life Ch. 1

BSD High School AU

title stole from Green Day

wc: 3k

dt to hannah for proofreading and helping me make the character sheets for this

don't take anything i write serious this was purely made for comedy lol

Tags: crack fic, high school au, slowburn kinda?, minors using substances (weed and alcohol), brain rot, american hs experience, me projecting

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Summer had passed by, memories of the season drifting afar. Which in turn, means the students of Yokohama high school were set to return on the first of September. Obviously, nobody was excited.

Atsushi Nakajima had spent his summer slaving away at Chick Fil A. The pay was terrible, but he wasn't in it for the money. Moreso, on the last day, Kunikida Doppo, his upperclassman, ranted to him about the importance of staying busy over the summer for colleges to see, and how good it would look on his transcript.

“Atsushi, you cannot fall into lazy patterns over the summer. You don't want to be unemployed like Dazai,” he said, sneering at the man who lazily laid in the courtyard during their lunch break.

“Kunikida, not everyone wants to spend their life working for someone, I have the rest of my life to want to kill myself from working a 9-5, so let me be a bum a bit until then, mkay?” Dazai said smugly without even bothering to look up

Before Kunikida could even respond to Dazai by yelling, Atsushi interrupted.

“Okay fine, I need extra cash anyways,” he said, thinking of all the Chazuke he could buy that summer.

Atsushi's first mistake was believing Kunikida when he said it was a good job. The amount of times he worked longer than minors were even allowed to, waking up at 6 AM on a saturday to get to work by 7, and standing under the scorching sun with a stupid smile plastered on his face made him want to just throw off his namepin and quit. But, he enjoyed the routine in a way. Despite the annoyances of rude customers and such, he enjoyed having a purpose and working towards something, in this case his $7/hour pay (money is money) and did not want to be rotting his summer away.

Unfortunately for him, when Dazai found out his schedule, he would never know peace again.

“Hey Atsushi,” Dazai once slurred.

It was almost 10 PM on a Friday, and Dazai appeared beside Chuuya Nakahara in his red camry, who seemed aggravated.

“Im high as fuck” Dazai said slowly, grinning.

Atsushi stood there, petrified, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't just yell at Dazai for bothering him at work, especially since he was under the influence, because his boss will definitely see and fire him for “not putting the customer first”, then call the cops on Dazais since he was a minor and reeking of weed.

“I'm sorry Atsushi,” Chuuya said, giving him a sympathetic look. “He was pissing me off and said he said he would shut up once he had Chick-Fil-A, never thought you worked here or I wouldn't have taken him here. Probably McDonalds or Cookout.”

“Are you..” Atusshi asked, confused if Chuuya was driving while stoned.

Chuuya smirked, “Fuck yeah, but my tolerance is better than this motherfucker,” he said, pointing to Dazai staring straight and laughing at nothing.

Atsushi stood meekly with the tablet, unsure how to handle this.

“Um okay, what do you want?” He sighed.

“I'll get the grilled sandwich and a diet lemonade, coach is making us cut since the season is about to start,” Chuuya said flatly as he rolled his eyes.

“Yo Dazai, what do you want? Don’t drain my wallet–the auto shop doesn't pay me as much as you think,” Chuuya said as he turned to Dazai, who Atsushi was now concerned for if he was greening out or not.

“Atsushi, what's the cheapest thing you have here?” Dazai said, suddenly focused.

“Probably a kids meal,” Atsushi said, as he added a 5 ct nugget with a toy.

“Okay, get me that. And then get me 20 more of those.” Dazai said, giggling like a little school girl.

“WHAT THE-” Chuuya angrily turned, screaming at the man.

Atsushi stood awkwardly, watching the scene of Chuuya strangling Dazai. They argued whether or not Dazai would get 20 kids' meals, then if Dazai would get to keep all 20 toys. Before they could kill each other, he butted in.

“You do realize we close in five? If you both want food, its a yes or no-”

“YES,” Dazai screamed as he leaned over Chuuyas seat to submit the order through Atushi’s tablet.

“THERES NO FUCKING WAY YOU DID THAT– DUMBASS BITCH YOU’RE PAYING FOR YOUR SHIT”

Atushsi rolled his eyes, submitting the order as he swiped Chuuyas card, going to warn his co workers or the 100 nuggets they would prepare in 5 minutes (he would be outcast for weeks because of this incident).

School was on the cusp of starting, leaving Atsushi dreading balancing work and his academics as well as lacrosse.

As he watched the mindless tiktoks Dazai sent him which rotted his attention span and brain capacity, he saw that Tanizaki had texted him through Snap.

heluvsnaomi: hey atsushi

beastbeneaththesheets: yea?

heluvsnaomi: you got your schedule yet? Mine is so bad bro

beastbeneaththesheets: damn i didnt even check

beastbeneaththesheets: shit mines bad, i have foods, math 2, biology but then journalism so W

heluvsnaomi: ok we have our last two together at least lets go

heluvsnaomi: is akutagawa in any of your classes?

Atsushi scoffed, remembering whose name that belonged to.

Akutagawa was the most miserable person he knew. He has stupid headphones on at all times; Atsushi once peeked over to see who was playing and Akutagawa glared at him, then showed up the next day with a privacy screen. That really pissed Atsushi off. It's not like he's asking him his deepest secret, he was just curious to what bands someone as moody as Akutgawa would like. He’s very antisocial and uncomfortable to talk to. Atsushi had tried to get to know him, and was rudely ignored by him. After that, Atsushi had a grudge towards him, to which Junichiro agreed was valid. When he brought up his name in a rant to Dazai as they did their daily Fortnite grind, Dazai laughed, saying he used to “bully the shit out of him” in middle school. Even though Akutagawa was rude, Atsushi couldn't help but feel bad. To which extent, Dazai admitted calling him emo and teasing him for his hobbies, which Atushsi disapproved of making someone feel ashamed for being passionate in their interests.

beastbeneaththesheets: fuck let me check

Atsushi logged onto canvas, praying he would never interact with Akutagawa again. But to his dismay, he wouldn't achieve this dream.

Foods 2: Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Math 2: Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Biology Honors: Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Of course he's in every one of my classes, the white haired boy thought to himself. He sighed, screenshotting and sending it to both Dazai and Tanizaki. This better be a filler year I swear. Unfortunately for Atsushi, he never did quite get what he wanted.

At 6:30 AM, Atsushi Nakajimas alarm went off. He got ready with his new clothes he had gotten for his back to school shopping, and prepared his bag with his charged chromebook. He waited at the bus stop, getting ready to close his eyes for a bit before he saw Tanizaki.

“Yo Atsushi!” the orange haired man waved to him. Atsushi smiled, taking a seat with him.

“Hey man, how’ve you been? Haven't seen you since that party Yosano threw for the fourth of July,” Atsushi said as he threw his bag on the floor.

“You know the usual,” he said with a shrug, as if it was a cue, his weird sister Naomi came to hug him from behind. They were very close, and Tanizaki pushed her off. Atsushi smiled awkwardly, nodding towards her.

I need off this bus, he thought to himself.

As the bus approached his school, Atsushi walked with Tanizaki, Naomi now chatting with their fellow classmate Haruno.

“I don't know what I'm gonna do, Akutagawa is in every single class except journalism, but usually journalism will only ever be us,” Atsushi sighed.

“That sucks, I'd actually fight my counselor,” Tanizaki laughed.

“Right ugh, I guess I’ll see you at lunch though right? Kunikida has lunch with us too, so that's good at least.” Atsushi asked.

“The courtyard right?” Tanizxaki asked as he approached his class.

Atusshi nodded, parting ways with him. He just had to thug out this semester, and he would be fine. It's not like he would be interacting with Akutagawa at every given moment of the day, right?

Atsushi walked in, recognizing everyone that he hadn't seen since last year. Being a student council officer (another role that was forced upon him) had its perks, he had to interact with everyone and learned a bit of each student. He had class, of course with Yosano and Ranpo. Both were the most unserious duo he knew. Ranpo often offended teachers with his backtalk, and would always go to the office but of course, since he had fostered a close relationship with Fukuzawa, he was able to talk him out of any trouble with the principal Natsume; he never got in any actual trouble. His fat ass was always eating in the back of classes, at least Atsushi assumed he was. Ranpo was super smart, having taken all AP classes the school provided, never interacting with Atsushi last year because of that, as well as for the former being a freshman while the latter being a junior. He had met him in journalism, which Dazai convinced him to join when he came to represent the class as a promoter, prompting the incoming freshman to join, successfully persuading Atsushi. The class was nothing like Dazai said it was, being more grueling and on a time crunch rather than the “filler block” Dazai promised (maybe for him it was, since all he did was sleep in the room that contained the computers to edit and archives of the newspaper spanning to the 70s). Despite that, he loved the class, meeting his closest friends, as well as gaining a new sense of confidence from being forced to interact with all types of students, making him sure of himself. Ranpo was the opinion editor, a filling role for him since he always had something to say. In fact, Atsushi's first day of journalism in which he pitched his ideas for the paper had Ranpo telling him “his idea was shit” without a stutter. Atsushi almost quit right there. He could contribute the least, yet always have the most popular page. That was Ranpo for you, being naturally talented in creating eye-catching visuals and attention-grabbing headlines. Then there was Yosano, his partner in crime. She was one of the most blunt people Atsushi knew, circling such minor mistakes such as expletives on a paper, and making Atsushi feel self conscious of his writing. Outside the class though, she was a raging party girl, in which her private spam “yosanoandranpolovealcohol” had fostered a series of (mainly) Yosano drunkenly singing or doing insane things that cannot be mentioned. She was never one to back down from someone picking on the underclassmen, having argued with their classmates for being rude to Atsushi when he was more shy. For that, Atsushi respected her.

“Hey Atsushi,” Yosano called out to him. “Haven't seen you since Fourth of July!”

Atushsi smiled, approaching their station.

“How do you even remember that? Me and Poe had to drag you upstairs before you barfed and embarrassed yourself,” Ranpo snickered, eating their materials to cook for the day.

Yosano glared at him. “Its called high toleranc-” this time Atsushi laughed.

“Sorry Yosano, I didn't take you to have a high alc tolerance,” Atsushi snorted.

“Just wait until I get your first draft, Atsushi,” she said, staring at him with a straight face.

Atsushi’s eyes widened, now walking towards his own station fearing for his safety.

He continued scoping the room, seeing randoms, as well as Tachihara and Motojiro Kaji, the latter his upperclassman Yosano swore to murder, in which she retold a story from freshman year of him saying they failed a lab because Yosano “was a stupid girl who couldn't follow instructions”. Needless to say, Kaji and Yosano were both sent to the office that day from broken beakers and spilled chemicals. Tachihara, on the other hand, was in his grade. He was always stoned, being the epitome of the word stoner. He was always in the stalls, his fryd bar masking any smell in the bathroom, but Atsushi didn't think it smelt any better than that. Everyone knew that if you wanted a smoke, all you had to do was slide up in his DMS and you could get high faster than Kaji exploded that lab. He was loud, often hanging around Chuuya, so it didn't take one too long to consider what Nakahara did in his free time. Despite that, he was rather chill, but Atsushi didn't really care much for him.

Then he spotted that messy black hair, with a case of a badly cut fringe. Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Atsushi sighed, glaring at him as he walked in. He can't forget the time he offered him a bracelet for student council and Akutagwa said no, purposely bumping into him to spill the entire basket of dozens of bracelets

Sitting at a random table by himself, Atushsi smirked, seeing that he had no friends. Serves him right for being so moody. As the teacher walked in, she saw that everyone was sitting in whatever seat. Sighing, she clapped her hands, grumbling how nobody paid attention to the name tags she had placed on each table. Looking around, he saw Tachihara nodding at Yosano, trading with her so she didn't have to sit next to Kaji since her assigned seat would have been there, fearing for an incident that would leave his friend in the office again, as well as just wanting to have a familiar face rather than listen to Ranpo be a know-it-all.

So whos sitting next to m-

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, 10th Grade

Atusushi groaned, seeing Akutagawa approach him, refusing to make eye contact. As the teacher began her introduction, she moved onto actually instructing them to cook.

Atsushi nudged Akutagawa. “So you going to listen, or am I gonna cook for both of us,” he said solemnly.

“I can figure it out myself, how hard is cooking anyways?”

Well apparently impossible.

Akutagawa managed to make something that crossed a biohazard and chemical waste, how? Atsushi couldn't tell you.

“Dude! You used all our materials! We’re so cooked we couldn't even redo it because class is over. I told you to let me help you, I actually listened to her instructions unlike you!” He practically yelled, garnering everyone's attention.

“Like I would trust any food you make. You wouldn't do any better than me anyways,” Akutagawa said, rolling his eyes.

“Aight bet, tomorrow I'm going to make the best food you've had–hell I make nuggets for Chick Fil A! I definitely know how to cook more than you. Pissing me off, got an F on the first day,” Atushsi said angrily, purposely bumping into his headphones to knock him off the table.

Before Akutagawa could yell at him, he leaves class, power walking to English.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. He had English with Akutagawa– Gin that is. She was much more tolerable than her brother, being concerned with Higuchi on whatever superficial thing was relevant to them, gossiping while typing furiously on their phones. He had some acquaintances that he had in classes before sitting with them. Biology with Tanizaki was boring. They received an “All About Me” packet, filling it out as they discussed meaningless topics to pass time. Then came journalism.

Atsushi walked in to see Yosano sitting with Ranpo, both drinking an energy drink. Just by their energy, Atsushi could tell they had senioritis and were checked out. Walking in with Atsushi was Edgar Allen Poe. He was a strange one, hair covering his eyes. If you told anyone he was the editor in chief last year they would be shocked. He had a vision for the paper that always executed well, and was one of the best writers Atsushi knew, but his confidence didn't match his skill set. He seemed as if he was worried what everyone thought of him at all times, staying quiet and leaving 0 presence in a room. Despite Atsushi being his junior by two years, he always seemed anxious when Atsushi read his work. Which Atsushi didn't understand, he could make an article of redoing the parking lot the best written on the page. He sat with Ranpo and Yosano, both loudly greeting him and showing him some TikTok they were giggling over.

In the corner sitting on a hightop table was Kunikida, furiously typing away at a schedule to release each article. “Boy, hurry. We're behind schedule already. If we want to stay on track, brainstorming needs to be done by tomorrow.”

Dazai, sitting on the couches centered in the room, snorted. “Kunikida, when have we ever printed on time?”

Atsushi sat next to the tall brunette, relaxing into the seat. Atsushi always loved how this class mimicked a family, everyone being comfortable enough to be themselves. The classroom was set up differently than the standard sterile class, having the big lights off with fairy lights, a candle burning, and couches alongside posters. The teacher, Fukuzawa, had invested towards his students feeling like this could be their safe space. He obviously succeeded, having a dozen or so students in this class that refused to drop the class even if it messed up their schedule.

Fukuzawa welcomed the class back, which usually never changed its lineup since it was just returners. “I'm glad to have you all back, I’m sure we can guarantee that we will outdo the yearbook in popularity again,” he announced.

Everyone cheered, determined to outdo their rivals. Mori Ougai had advised the class, taking it up after working at the school long enough as the nurse. Atsushi had a personal vendetta against them, trying to force an interview on him for Fitzgerald’s finance class he took last year, finding out the former had bribed the yearbook with donations if they got a whole spread towards students hyping the class to encourage more to join. And who was forcing said interview on him? Akutagawa, of course.

“I'm sure I can expect great things from you all,” Fukuzawa continued. “But for today, we will just get to the standard ‘welcome back’ nonsense despite the fact we all know each other,” he said smiling lightly. “For the sake of an easy first day—but don't expect to slack again after today,” he said, eyeing Dazai, making Atsushi snicker.

For the rest of class, Atsushi just caught up with his friends. Atsushi discussed his work schedule with Kunikida, and picked up on conversations of Ranpo and Poe discussing a new mystery novel, while Yosano harassed Tanizaki with videos of him at the party she hosted. Dazai did his usual: napping in the backroom, before Kunikida could drag him out for making a bed out of previous papers they had worked on.

Atsushi thought to himself that he wouldn't trade this class for the world, smiling as he imagined how this school year could go. Unfortunately for him, this is as peaceful as it will get.

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sad-emo-dip-dye · 29 days ago

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ao3 wrapped 2024 (Author’s Version)

Hi ela!!!! Thanks for tagging me <3!! ( @ryuvnosuke ) I only started posting for the very first time this year so this should be quick and easy!

Fics posted in chronological order

Jun 17 - a feeling so peculiar | Dazai birthday fic

July 7 - you keep his shirt, he keeps his word | Shin Soukoku airport reunion

July 20 - soft to the touch, feels like love | kunichuu, for bsd disability week

Sept 28 - but if I had to perish twice | ch 88 aku pov with emphasis on 55 minutes

Dec 25 - where every wish comes true | sigmas first Christmas at the agency

Dec 26 - don’t say opposites attract | SSKK + things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

Stats

📚Works published: 6

✅Works subscriptions: 4

💖Kudos: 322

📣Comments threads: 27

🔖Bookmarks: 85

📝Word count: 20,516

Top 3 fics by kudos

🥇You keep his shirt, he keeps his word: 167

🥈don’t say opposites attract: 73

🥉Soft to the touch, feels like love: 48

Top 3 fics by word count

🥇You keep his shirt, he keeps his word: 5,859

🥈But if I had to perish twice: 5,510

🥉Soft to the touch, feels like love: 3,285

Top 3 ships

🥇Sskk | 3 fics total

🥈Kunichuu | 1 fic total

🥉Kunidazai | technically 2 but they were untagged/not ship centered

Top 3 tags

- Fluff

- Kunidazai if you squint

- Found family

Here’s to 2025🎉🎉🎉

#one of my resolutions is to write more now that I actually started posting it #so yay yippee for me starting !#ask game #tag game #bsd #bungo stray dogs

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madraleen · 8 months ago

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Bungo Stray Dogs - Kafka Asagiri/Sango Harukawa Vol. 20 - The Usual Capslock Insanity (*anime spoilers and manga spoilers up to ch.115)

-aku-kun and atsushi, what a beautiful cover. LOOK AT THEM ON THE SPREAD TOO, THEY'RE SO-

-i really do want dazai to play nice with aku-kun. i want that for aku-kun. because aku-kun wants that. hey ho, was he always that pretty and i've missed him, or did he get prettier

-i want everyone to remember that the age difference between dazai and aku-kun is TWO YEARS. just two years. it's hilarious and terrifying.

-"and i would never deign to save the man-tiger" akutagawa says, as if he's not doing just that on reflex by now

-"just the two of us?" "do we need any more?" every time this exchange happens, it's a very IT'S THEM heart-eyes moment, and the answer is always YES BOYS YES, DAMN YOU NEED MORE!

-"the twin dark of the new generation" YOU ARE THE SAME GENERATION, DAZAI, FFS

-"young men... take the path that leaves no regret in your soul." in an alternate universe, aku-kun and atsushi heed fukuchi's advice, turn and kiss each other.

-this is something i get in the volumes and something i get with recent chapters - every chapter is SO. MUCH, it's such an experience, that no matter the page count, it feels like i've read a mini-arc. i legit cannot binge-read even though i know the plot. i say this as a good thing.

-my boy so strong :') akutagawa is so strong :')

-akutagawa thinks "i can't go on by myself" and atsushi sweeps in and saves him, WE GET IT, YOU NEED IT EACH OTHER, and we love you for it

-the panel of akutagawa's arm over atsushi's shoulder as atsushi supports him, my heart

-yeah see aku-kun, last time it was "just the two of us" you kinda died. so. given our current circumstances and the singularity and all - NO YOU CAN'T "JUST THE TWO OF US" YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS, PLEASE!

-"if you can land a hit, it can even kill god" oh?! oh?! foreshadowing? maybe?!

-OKAY YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK SO AGONIZED WHEN YOU CALL OUT "MAN-TIGER" AFTER ATSUSHI GETS YEETED, AKU-KUN, YOU REALLY DON'T

-dazai should have ramped up his goddamn team-building drills for aku-kun and atsushi, look where we are now -.- DAZAI-SAN, WHY DIDN'T YOU FORESEE THIS FUCKERY (you know i've been bsd-brainwashed when i've gone from "dazai predicted this TOO?! preposterous!" to "WHY DIDN'T YOU PREDICT THIS, DAZAI, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!")

-if i catch you babbling about dazai-san accepting you when you're up against the singularity, aku-kun, honest-to-god. don't you dare.

-"there isn't a man on earth who can replace dazai-san" i mean, agreed. BUT IF I CATCH YOU BEING RECKLESS FOR DAZAI-SAN WHEN FIGHTING THE SINGULARITY, AKU-KUN! we lost you once. it was enough. also the tragedy of aku-kun considering dazai his master. he works for mori, chuuya and the others are right there, dazai isn't in the mafia, he's literally in the enemy organization and they often have conflicting interests, yet when a master is mentioned, he instantly understands that to be dazai.

-aku-kun's expressions as he negotiates with fukuchi are such a mood

-fukuchi says he's grown weary of taking the lives of children for his mission, and guess who the singularity kills first -.- FYODOR, WHEN WE CATCH YOU FYODOR!

-BUT IS THAT UNNAMED LUNG DISEASE CURED NOW THAT AKU-KUN HAS LITERALLY DIED AND BEEN RESURRECTED AS A VAMPIRE AND WILL BECOME HUMAN AGAIN?! IF NOT, CAN YOSANO FIX IT?! AKU-KUN, fuck it, just come to the agency, we're open to anyone. atsushi will vouch for you if push comes to shove.

-lil atsushi's fighting stance, i love him so much.

-what beautiful action panels. so beautiful.

-I HATE TIME TRAVEL, IT'S SO UNFAIR! THEY BEAT FUKUCHI, THEY BEAT HIM FAIR AND SQUARE, IT'S UNFAIR

-not to be a fukuchi defender or anything, but imagine how wretched he must be feeling, needing to kill these two after all this effort and tenacity, after learning and adapting under pressure, after they legit beat him

-the end of the tripolar singularity could be "everyone dies, only fyodor and aya survive, end of the manga" and i'd be like "yep, can't argue with that, can't fault you for that, you couldn't write yourself out of that one."

-it's okay. it's OKAY, AKU-KUN WILL COME BACK, it's o- i hate it here.

-HHHRRRRR "away with you, you fool" and aku-kun smiles?!?! ARGH

-oh wait, atsushi doesn't know that akutagawa is alive in the manga timeline, right?! wait, do we see dazai's reaction to akutagawa's first death? omg i've forgotten so much from the anime.

-BRAAAAAAM

-WHAT ARE THE OTHER NINE CALAMITIES? MARY SHELLEY ANYONE?!

-and what happened to aku-kun's coat? atsushi left wearing it, but on the shore with ango he doesn't have it, and vampire!akutawaga doesn't have it either.

-so did killing bram cancel the skill so there's no more vampires, or is the skill still active through the echoes in his body? i vote for the first option 'cause the latter would complicate things too much, right? RIGHT?!

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs manga #manga commentary

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fyodcrs · 1 year ago

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#bsd#i am like this is it?#what about the secrets of his ability you can't kill me line his 'agelessness'#his own separate goals from doa#bones sure took the easy way out but let's see what the manga does 🤞#i think i have read this same ending in 20 diff skk fics post ch 101-ish#so many loose plot holes plot threads??#bones just gave a happy hapoy ending to all characters/ships i am sure this isn't the end @fivekrystalpetals YEAH EXACTLY. This definitely felt like an ending from a skk fanfic SDFGHGFGHJ

If the manga goes like this, too, well that's just incredibly anticlimactic and disappointing.

#bsd spoilers

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akutagawa-daily · 2 years ago

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Akutagawa daily 20/★

#20 #ryuunosuke akutagawa #bsd #bungou stray dogs #wan wednesday #ch 91w #ft. atsushi

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nikadoesanart · 4 years ago

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Answering Ranpo’s “How many bullets?”

On pages 20-21 of chapter 91, Ranpo asks the Agency members a question before explaining the answer to his question and how “One Order” works. Atsushi, Kunikida, and Yosano each share their responses to it, and I believe that how they each exactly respond speaks a lot for their past experiences and how those experiences have shaped them to be today.

The question being “How many bullets do you think it takes on average for a soldier to kill one enemy?”

For exact phrasing, I am using @buraihatranslations translation of ch 91. Read the full translation here

Atsushi says “maybe 5 or 10” which fits his more pacifist approach. If he’s able to relate to his opponents, he’ll try to reason with them first and foremost, as we’ve seen numerous times. He knows what it’s like to be weak and oppressed and has little to no fundamental understanding of the side of the oppressor (such as why they would do such a thing). It’s why he struggles to understand Akutagawa, because neither of them have ever talked and realized the similarities in their upbringing. He sees Dazai as a good person because he has not witnessed or experienced his past cruelty. He tried reasoning with Fukuchi, even trying to relate to how horrible torture must have been, until he heard that Fukuchi was on the giving end and not the receiving end of it. He can’t properly comprehend the mental toll of being on the giving end or what leads people to it, as we see with his struggle to sort out his feelings after learning of the director’s past in ch 39, Portrait of a Father. In short, for Atsushi its “talk first, shoot last only if necessary.”

Kunikida answered “Including coercion and control, at least one magazine or more. Wouldn’t you require 30-60?” As an idealist, it makes sense that Kunikida tries to aim for the best outcome, with the least casualties. We’ve seen him use his gun for non injuring purposes multiple times (breaking Sasaki out of the tank, bursting the pipe behind Akutagawa, etc). He’d rather use his words but is well aware of the other uses for the bullets that would cause little to no harm (intimidating enemies and nonconventional uses such as breaking someone out or stalling someone). His number likely accounts for most of the bullets being used on coercion and intimidation, with the bullets actually used to target a person with serious intent being a similar number to Atsushi’s. The key difference being that he’s more prepared to use violence, but in unconventional ways that would cause minimal harm or damage and is aware that weapons can be used in non harmful ways.

Yosano, who was very close to and witnessed the front lines of the Great War, said “...Probably, more.” It’s unclear as to who said “fifty thousand” and explained why on the next page (either Ranpo or Yosano, but likely Ranpo), but it seems that she was likely thinking of a similar number. She’s witnessed the effects of the mental strain of being told to shoot another person, especially repeatedly for a long time with no end in sight. The hesitation in her answer shows that she very well knows that it’s true but wishes that it wasn’t. She’s likely heard many stories from Tachihara’s brother and the other soldiers of what the battlefield is like. She hates to admit that this is the reality of the statistic but knows that the numbers can’t be denied. Also, as a doctor and someone with a healing ability, she’s indirectly on the receiving end of the statistic because she has to heal people that do get hit by the bullets and therefore is also on the receiving end of the mental strain of the whole thing. In fact because of her ability causing soldiers to be unable to return home altogether, I wouldn’t be surprised if she feels at fault for the statistic being so high because she essentially created a near immortal army. Being on the battlefield longer because you’re repeatedly in fighting condition would of course mean more bullets used in total, and with that a prolonged fear of actually hitting someone with the bullets yet being unable to go against commanding orders and not shoot.

I feel like this analysis may seem a bit obvious if you’ve been paying attention to Atsushi, Kunikida, and Yosano (at the very least) as characters throughout bsd and how the theme of one’s past affecting who you are today plays into bsd as a whole, but I just wanted to highlight this moment because I think Asagiri did a wonderful job as a writer with it, as well as Harukawa with illustrating it (I am forever in awe at how Harukawa draws facial expressions). Also thank you to @buraihatranslations for letting me use your translations in this post!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd analysis #bsd spoilers #bsd atsushi #bsd yosano #bsd kunikida #bsd 91 #bungo stray dogs #bsd chapter 91

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kit-scrolls · 3 years ago

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a lil late, and i completely forgot to post something about chapter 19, but here it is!! BEAST chp 20!! as always, jellowroad on twt has my infinite gratitiude.

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs beast #bsd beast #beast chapter 20 #beast manga #kit bsd

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patchwork-panda · 4 years ago

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“I won’t tell a soul.” (BSD Nakahara Chuuya x Reader #1)

AO3 link: HERE

“Title: “I won’t tell anybody”/“誰にも言わない” Genre: Romance Rating: PG-13 for alcohol usage (eventual language/physical violence/kiss scene) Reader-insert is written as a civilian, femme and 20+ Plot: You meet Chuuya at a wine bar and over time, you become close. Your regular meetings become something you both enjoy so when Chuuya stops visiting for several weeks, you begin to worry... When you meet again, you learn the truth... But do you care? Mini Fic is written in 2nd person. title is reference to new Utada Hikaru single

“You have good taste.”

You lower your wineglass slightly and glance over the round rim, across the bar at the man who just spoke. You’ve never seen him before but he speaks as though he already knows you and something about that catches your interest.

You study him.

He’s well-dressed. Better dressed than most of the other patrons, with his gray vest, half-jacket with the sleeves rolled up and fancy black hat worn low on his head. There’s an expensive-looking black coat lined in rose-colored satin draped on the chair behind him and a belt-buckle choker gleams at his throat.

Beneath the brim of his stylish, black hat, the man’s hair is bright orange and curls just so about his face, with a single lock, kept long, draped casually over one shoulder. And his eyes... his eyes are the deep blue of the ocean on a wintry day. His lips pull back into a confident smile as he sees you looking and he briefly tips his hat in greeting.

You smile.

You know that even if you didn’t already have a glass and a half of your favorite cabernet flowing through your veins, you would still find him attractive.

The man across the bar raises his glass to you and as the dark garnet-red liquid inside catches the light, you see that he has selected the exact same wine as you.

“Thank you,” you reply, raising your glass as well. “Same to you.”

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And that was how you’d met “Chuuya.”

He never gave his last name, so you chose not to either, but that didn’t stop the two of you from getting to know each other.

Like you, Chuuya had been coming to this particular wine bar for some time now, but he tended to come by very late, usually just before closing. The only reason you’d caught him on that first night was that you’d stopped by a little later than usual, having had a particularly long day at the office and that he’d come a little early. But you’d really hit it off that first night, and so, as if by some secret, unspoken agreement, you kept meeting here, at this nondescript wine bar a stone’s throw away from the five large black towers that dominated the Yokohama skyline.

Every Friday night at eleven, you would come here, sit at the bar, order a glass of wine (whatever the special was that night) and wait for Chuuya to come.

And he always did come, usually never arriving more than five minutes after you, and always greeting you with his usual lift of the hat and half-smirk of a smile. Then, you would gesture to the free seat beside you and he would take it.

Chuuya wouldn’t tell you what he did for a living, nor did he ever ask you much about your personal life, but other than that, it seemed like the two of you could talk about just about anything.

Tonight, you find out that he likes hats, fine wine (especially bold reds), and surprisingly, rock music. Specifically certain types of alternative rock.

“No way,” you sputter, nearly choking on your drink when he tells you, “You like Visual Kei? That doesn’t seem like you!”

“Oh, really?” Chuuya’s tone is challenging, albeit a little playful thanks to the glass of port he’d just downed.

He leans in a little, a subtle glint in his blue eyes.

“What do I seem like?” he whispers, just low enough for you and only you to hear.

You take a slow sip of your Cabernet and think carefully before you answer.

Chuuya is fascinating to you.

There was something about him, about the way he carries himself, that makes him seem taller than his one-hundred-sixty-centimeter frame. Sure, the hat might be a part of it, but Chuuya is suave. Unlike other men you’d met or dated who were around his height, Chuuya doesn’t seem to be insecure about it. Out of habit, you’d made sure not to bring it up but you secretly suspected that if you did, he’d just laugh and point out that you were still just a tiny bit shorter.

“Well?” he asks again.

“You seem... sophisticated,” you decide at last, setting down your glass.

Slapping one black-gloved hand against the counter, Chuuya throws his head back and laughs.

“And Visual Kei is not sophisticated?”

You shrug.

“Honestly? With the hat and the whole...” you gesture to his outfit, “get-up, you seem more like a jazz kind of person. You know, something cool and refined--”

“Oi, Master,” Chuuya demands, his cheeks tinged with pink (he might’ve had a little too much today) as he addresses the bartender, a stately gentleman with a well-groomed mustache.

Chuuya points at you, looking very much amused and yet very flattered.

“Get a load of this! She thinks I’d be into jazz--!”

“I believe the young miss is calling you cool and refined, Chuuya-san,” the bartender states, with just a hint of a smile.

Chuuya stops laughing immediately. When he turns to look at you, you simply pick up your glass of wine and bring it back to your nose. You insist that you are only smiling because you are enjoying the aroma of the drink.

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Weeks pass and you continue to meet.

You start dressing up more for your outings to the bar and your friends and coworkers have taken notice.

“Oh?” another lady in your department comments brightly when she sees you strolling out in a pair of new, black heels. “Going on a date?”

“Not quite,” you say, but your chest warms at the idea of Chuuya seeing your weekly outings as “dates.”

“I’m just meeting a friend for drinks.”

“But you’ve been meeting this ‘friend’ for drinks for a while now, haven’t you?” your coworker presses, studying you closely. “What kind of person is he?”

She grins.

“Is he cute?”

You smile back, your expression giving nothing away.

“Since when did I say my friend was a ‘he?’“

“You didn’t have to,” your coworker responds, her grin widening.

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“Yeah?”

Chuuya laughs, the sound bright and clear, like music to your ears.

His voice is more pleasant than the actual music (something jazzy and old-timey sounding) softly playing throughout the bar.

You smile.

“And then what happened?” he asked, propping his head up on the counter with one hand. His vibrant blue eyes are fully focused on you and they seem to sparkle in the soft light around the bar.

As you finish telling him the rest of your story (about an unfortunate incident that happened at work), Chuuya smile grows wider and he lets out another peal of laughter.

“Was it that funny?” you ask but Chuuya is too busy laughing to hear you.

His laughter is infectious and soon, you find yourself laughing too.

And then Chuuya lets out an actual snort. A loud one.

At once, his eyes widen and he rushes to cover up his face with one hand. His cheeks flood with pink. He looks so uncharacteristically flustered (and adorable) that you can’t help but laugh even harder.

"H-hey, stop that,” Chuuya snaps, but he’s still smiling.

You shake your head and try to apologize but it doesn’t come out quite the way you want it to because you’re still giggling a little.

“Well if you’re gonna keep going on like that...”

Chuuya leans in. His lips curl upwards in a devilish grin. There’s a glint of mischief in his deep blue eyes and your heartbeat quickens as his voice drops low.

“How ‘bout I give you something to really laugh about?”

You grin, take a small sip of your wine and lean in to mirror him.

“Yeah?” you challenge.

“Yeah.”

Chuuya’s grin widens. He looks into your eyes, at the way you refuse to back down and leans in even closer.

“What are you gonna do?” you ask, drawing closer to him.

“The sort of thing,” Chuuya says, “that gets cheeky girls like you to stop laughing.”

You’re only inches apart now.

“Then do it,” you whisper.

You’re staring into each others’ eyes. Neither of you seems willing to back down. The other patrons and even the bar itself seems to disappear...

And then, a slow and subtle flush creeps across Chuuya’s face. His blue eyes flick down towards your mouth and suddenly his grin falters.

Quick as a flash, his fingers wrap around your wineglass and he steals your drink.

“Hey!”

You reach forward to stop him but he’s chugged down the last sip in your glass before you could get it back.

“Ha!”

He slams the glass down on the table, nearly shattering it and looks up at you, his grin triumphant but not quite as self-assured as it usually is. His face is still very red.

“That’s what you get for laughing at me!”

But your eyes are on the wineglass in his hand, at the place where your lipstick had left a mark on the glass. That lipstick mark was now smudged and you could even see traces of the rouge on Chuuya’s lips.

“Ch-Chuuya-san...”

“What?” Chuuya asks, completely unaware of what he did.

He wipes his mouth carelessly with the back of one hand, orders you both a second round and you decide to let it slide.

You can’t bring yourself to tell him that what he just did was known as “an indirect kiss.”

Click here for Part #2

Click here for Part #3

#nakahara chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya nakahara #chuuya #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #bsd nakahara chuuya #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x y/n #fanfiction #bungou sd #bsd #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader

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kyouka-supremacy · 8 months ago

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Placing my bets now in the next chapter Akutagawa is just going to have another one of his epic last chapter page entrances™

#He's just dramatic like that #ryūnosuke akutagawa #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd ch 20 #bsd ch 83 #bsd ch 102 #bsd ch 115 #mine #04/06/24

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 5 years ago

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Aniplex Fugou Keiji Livestream | Fugou Keiji 2 | Kitsutsuki 2 - 4 | Arte 3 - 12 (FINAL) | Fruits Basket 27 - 32

During the Millionaire Detective: Unmissable livestream (part of FunimationCon and Aniplex Online Fest), I watched and took notes, so you might find these handy upon retrospect. To be honest, this is how I do the posts for magicalgirlsandcerulean’s livestreams as well, but there hasn’t been one of those in a while...

Otherwise, these are all normal notes.

Aniplex Fugou Keiji Livestream

Look out for the dancer from the OP

Onuki was the model for the dancing for the anime – he was told to do it out of the blue

Episode 11 might have one of these^ be relevant

Daisuke’s cup ramen has shark fin in it and he made the packaging from scratch – that’s why it’s so expensive!

The director Tomohiko Ito omits important information, allowing people to decide for themselves what happened. (Miyano) – This might be why the series is stylish. (MC)

Attractiveness of character design is important! (for adapting Fugou Keiji to modern day)

I’ve never watched a livestream where the stars were so conscious of their English and Chinese audiences! This was interesting, especially because Onuki is not normally known as a VA!

“We still have a little bit of recording to do.”

Fugou Keiji 2

I keep misunderstanding my own instructions…this starts again in July after ep 2.

Todai = Tokyo Daigaku (Uni).

I believe this is the 2nd time I’ve seen a rich person like commoner’s instant noodles, although I forget where I saw the 1stinstance.

Kambe switched to the back seat now, huh?

Ah! Now I remember! The first time was seeing spoilers for this episode on Twitter! (LOL)

I see Suzue has a sensible naming scheme for her data.

Hmm…judging by the Google hits, the name visible in the background (Betbeto bin Abura) is the Arabic prince from last time.

SYN-ACK. I see these guys did their work – that’s the final stage of the 3 stage handshake required for things like internet sockets (used to send “packets” of data).

Way to crash a party, Kambe siblings…(LOL)

I really wanna see someone draw Kato slapping (Daisuke) Kambe in the face with a wad of cash…or a “shut up and take my money” meme with Kambe in it.

I like how “special cup ramen” is on the purchases list and it costs 100000 yen. I also like how the reporter Mita was bought out for 5000000 yen (bigger than all the other individual costs except for buying out the Tower)…that’s how he showed up.

Kitsutsuki 2

I gotta finish this show and then pause it…3 shows in my normal lineup are safe.

Did Kindaichi take the bones of the fish out for Ishikawa…? Like a child would have had done for them?

Why is Ishikawa being referred to as “Hajime”…?

Draw this prostitute like one of your French girls…(LOL?)

Ishikawa clearly dropped those coins into that book earlier.

Way to diss the potential asexuality/celibacy in the house. I mean, it’s the 1800s – early 1900s, so there was less LGBTIQ+ stuff then and certainly the further back you go, the more sexual prowess becomes a sign of masculinity, but still, if the guy doesn’t want to go through with it, don’t force him.

Notice how the borders were pink for Ishikawa’s version and blue for Kindaichi’s.

Notably, Otaki didn’t seem to have that hairpin…but maybe that’s because we saw things from Ishikawa’s perspective.

Ooh…who are these bois? Also, crab.

Kitsutsuki 3

…cat? Now there’s a new perspective. That’s like saying the butler did it.

Yay! Hagiwara is Ume!

Notice Hagiwara’s version has a purple frame, while Yoshii (?) has yellow and another person has dark blue.

I think “consumption” was tuberculosis, once upon a time.

I love how the crowd is fed up with Ishikawa’s bulls***.

Ooh, chuuni Akutagawa…

In a Grove is the Rashomon story.

Tarou Hirai = Rampo Edogawa.

You stalker, future Rampo!

I kinda suspected Otaki when I thought through the possibilities…Ishikawa, Kindaichi, an outsider, Otaki (and as of this ep, Rampo too).

Gaiheikan? Is that Ishikawa and co.’s lodging?

Did they have pencils back in that day?

Kitsutsuki 4

Humouresques.

Kabayaki.

I think it was in Detective Conan that I learnt (one of) the only way(s) a man can get his nails done is by his wife doing it for him, possibly as a prank or to indicate he’s “taken”. Note this was early Detective Conan, so it’s very much a 90s attitude…considering the widespread acceptance of drag queens and the LGBTIQ+ movement these days.

Kozukata.

Lace flower.

Maichou seems to be a hybrid of Asahi Shinbun and Mainichi Shinbun.

[Monkfish/dictionary/going home] - Is this how Ishikawa shows consideration…?

The purple letterrboxing is back but this time with Ishikawa…meaning that’s just an aesthetic thing for all flashbacks after all.

Just from vaguely hearing it (I’ve got the volume on low), the words are nodo tsuki/nodo zuki. “Throat moon/throat wound” works just as well, if not better.

Balsam flower.

Update: Since enough anime fulfilled the special COVID-19 criteria, Kitsutsuki was put on hold after this.

Fruits Basket 2 2 (27)

I’ve read Another, remember?…so I kind of know what happens.

Uo’s got purple nails…that’s surprisingly cute of her.

Aw, Kureno! Another Ume role!

Why is “shisho” (master) not translated…? A weird Tokyopop-era translation quirk?

Aw, Shisho cut his hair…? Bummer.

Who was that? Shigure…?(!) Update: We find out his name later in this ep.

“If you continue to change, I’ll continue to protect you.” – Another quote for the archive.

Great…I feel personally called out by this ep.

Fruits Basket 2 3 (28)

It seems all male designers wear their designs if they have no one else to wear them…at least, that’s what I’ve gathered from Hajime (Runway de Waratte) and Ayame.

I remember Ayame stood in for Yuki’s parents in the manga at one point. This must be it.

(Spoilers for later!) I also remember Mine and Ayame get married at the end…This is the prelude to that.

Dang, Ayame, you moment-ruiner!

Fruits Basket 2 4 (29)

Did anyone in the doorway hear about Hatsuharu turning into an ox?

To quote Sailor Mercury, “Douse yourself in water and repent!”

Ooh, window splitting Yuki and Haru. Nice cinematography going on here.

I bet all people think they only think about themselves, in one way or another.

Arashiyama tofu.

Yatsuhashi are great. They’re these sweet triangle things like samosas that come in various flavours. Mitarashi dango are sticky brown skewered balls of glutinous rice…which I’ve never had, but I’ve seen them in enough anime to know what they are.

I only just realised this, but Yuki’s hairstyle isn’t even on both sides, like Atsushi from BSD’s.

Huh…you can see a copy of Mogeta and Ari (as it turns out, “Ari” is the name of a character and not “ant” at all in this case) on Haru’s bed. There’s also an article in one of the magazines discussing how denim is the popular thing now and which types are in right now.

Fruits Basket 2 5 (30)

I realised Yuki isn’t calling Tohru by her first name – he’s going against Haru’s advice.

Hmm? Why should anyone ask a rabbit to hold their horses…? (LOL)

CGI cars…*sigh*

Tororo is grated yam, IIRC.

I learnt recently that nanban means “savage” or “uncivilised”…for a potato and chicken dish, the name and the contents don’t really match…Update: Nanban means “savage” (noun) or “barbarian”. Close enough.

17-26…age gap 9 years…yikes…

The words “(a happy, yet) caged bird” come to mind when Kureno describes himself. Also, Kureno is an Ume role! Yippee!

Ahh…young love…even if it has a bit of an awkward edge to it. Mind the (age) gap!

Me being the Ume stan, of course I want to hear those sweet nothings in his voice, even if it has to be via a proxy like Uotani…I wouldn’t be an Ume stan if I didn’t.

…Ah, I see. Uotani reminds me of Minare from Wave and vice versa.

Oh, I just remembered Akito is 20 or thereabouts. Kureno/Akito is only a bit more legal than Uotani and Kureno.

Arte 3

Notice Leo never once uses Arte’s name in the lady’s presence. Her name does have some infamy to it, after all.

“She’s got some guts.” – You say that at a live dissection…LOL.

Is this love~? What’s the age gap between Leo and Arte, anyway? Update: We know for sure Arte is older than 13…that’s it.

Make the things you want prominent with perspective and such. I thought that much was obvious, but for someone straightforward like Arte, I guess it ain’t so. (Maybe it’s because I’m self-taught to some degree when it comes to art.)

*sketching by candlelight* - You’re gonna ruin your eyes, Arte!

Arte, ma girl! You’re getting’ a raise! Good job!

Arte 4

Anime makes this courtesan stuff sound like a host club…(?)

I thought Leo was saying “Aria” for a second instead of Arte, LOL. I’m getting too used to that being my alias…

Arte 5

The speech bubble said “so annoying I could die”.

Arte 6

The video’s gone all pixelated…at least, the subs have…

I bet she’s going to fall over…Update: Nup, she didn’t.

Arte 7

I thought Yuri was a Russian name…or a Japanese one.

This is basically Oushitsu Kyoushi Heine all over again! (LOL)

I thought Yuri would be pushy…like, “Here’s an offer you can’t refuse.” That kind of thing. Likewise, I didn’t think Arte would refuse.

Leo? *dun-dun-DUN!*

Siena is apparently in Tuscany. Also, I did see the Silent Manga Audition page had a chapter on a pregnant woman, so this is ch. 17 or thereabouts.

Is Ruthanna not getting the money because she’s pregnant…?

Epidemic? The Black Death?...Speaking of which, Arte is very much of that ganbaru spirit. By being progressive for her time, she becomes ordinary in our time.

Ohhhhhhh! It’s a reverse harem in progress here!...This would be a good otome game, come to think of it. It’s framed the same way.

Leo can be surprisingly childish at times, don’t you think?

Arte 8

…Really? She fell overboard? *raises eyebrow*

Ooh, china (with and without capitalisation).

Is this another sarcastic child…? Oh, bother. Still, I can see why Hamefura crossed over with Arte now…Katarina vs. Catarina!

Arte 9

Bigoli is a type of pasta, as can be guessed from context.

The kanji for the episode title literally translate to “bad child”! Like the Tones and I song, LOL!

Mikata (ally).

Arte 10

This episode is giving off a Katarina x Gimo ship vibe…but with how young they are, I’m not sure I should ship it. They’re 6, aren’t they…?

Oh, you can see Katarina and Sofia’s hug in one of the ED frames.

Arte 11

Arte’s let her hair grow out…

An Italian man…bowed. In Renaissance Italy. Now I understand what all the ANN complaints are for.

What’s up with that kid’s face…? *grumbles*

Leo’s just being Leo, I see.

That’s right, Angelo and Leo never met.

Instead of a father or a brother overly cherishing his daughter, it’s the uncle…I never thought I’d see the day I saw something like that.

Arte 12 (FINAL)

Is this like Orientalism, but with gender…? (What would you call that?)

Lemme guess…Leo is working on the church mural and so he’s away?

Was that Leo, in the middle of the mural somewhere…?

Another Japanese bow in this anime, which is set in Italy.

But where is Arte herself in that mural?

Fine = end.

Fruits Basket 31

The word Momiji is using is “hisso” or something like that. Hissho is secretary, so the translator made it “secret getaway” to make it work.

That hat! *laser stare*

*one of the textbooks has “high school chemistry” on it* Tohru can do chemistry?! I suck at chemistry!

The episode title is translated as “Are you really this stupid?” It seems the real line for that was “Are you an idiot?”

Something about high school girls appeared in my head when Haru mentioned Shigure wanting to see Tohru in her tight swimsuit…*mumbles grumpily about pervs*

Kyo’s not wet, even though he got in the water! Amazing!

I think it’s sad that Tohru responds to “stupid girl” like it’s her own name.

“…that makes you suspect me?” seems better.

The Akito and Shigure age gap is somewhere between 6 and 8 years, IIRC.

Fruits Basket 32

Tohru switched from okaasan (mother) to okattekita (a formal past tense verb meaning either ��bought”, “lent” or “won” based on the characters…which I don’t have a reference for). I assume because it was so off the mark, the subbers chose a similarly off the mark word.

“When I was a kid, I thought watermelons would sprout in my stomach if I ate the seeds.”

We only know about Kyo’s dad so far…hmm…what about the mother? Update: (TW: suicide) I think it was at this point we already knew that Kyo’s mother didn’t love him and committed suicide, but it’s not certain until later.

Why do doctors always use scalpels and syringes as weapons…? I mean, even Jakurai’s symbol in ARB is a syringe!

I’ve been wondering…how big is the Sohma family? Is it diluted enough that Haru and Rin can love each other without genetic problems for their child/ren? (From Another, I would say the answer is “yes”, but shoujo normally doesn’t care about this sort of thing, which is why I ask in the first place.)

Shigure seems like the type to say, “U mad, bro?”

The mansion looks like the one in Haruhi Suzumiya, if I remember the appearance of that one correctly.

#simulcast commentary #fugou keiji: balance:unlimited #Millionaire Detective: Balance: Unlimited #Fruits Basket #arte #Kitsutsuki Tantei Dokoro #Woodpecker Detective's Office #Chesarka watches Arte #Chesarka watches Fugou Keiji #Chesarka watches Furuba

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viviennewestwooddoll · 8 days ago

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I Hope You Had The Time Of Your Life Ch. 2

BSD High School AU

title stolen from green day

wc: 4k

dt to hannah for leaving comments on the google doc for this LMFAO

Master List: Ch 1

don’t take anything i write serious this was made purely for comedy lol

Tags: crack fic, high school au, slow burn kinda? minors using substances (weed nic and alc), brain rot, american hs experience, dazai is rich, soccer chuuya, atsushi is so tired of ts, shirase cameo, verlaine is here, dazai is oblivious, dazai fell first and harder, enemies to lovers, musician dazai, musician chuuya

(if the formatting is weird it’s bc i’m posting from my phone whoops)

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Atsushi Nakajima had work that day, annoyed he wouldn't be able to catch a bite after school with his friends, rather he would be taking orders at Chick Fil A in 85° weather for 6 hours.

And slave away he did, that is until a certain red camry pulled up.

“Oh god is that the 100 nugget camry...” his coworker Lucy said in the lane next to his. She gave Atsushi a look of sympathy, then put on her customer service voice as she took her current order.

Atsushi groaned, seeing Chuuya pull down his window with Dazai and Shirase, the vice-captain of the soccer team alongside Chuuya, in which the latter had notoriously led the boys soccer team to nationals every year since he joined.

Rumor has it that every D1 soccer team from all state colleges across the country had contacted him by the time he turned 16.

“Yo Atsushi, whats up?” he grinned, knowing the last time he ordered food with the boy he caused him to become a social outcast and disliked by all, only winning them back when he surprised them all by washing their cars during his break (Chuuya felt bad, volunteering to help him since he was the indirect cause of this) (He blamed Dazai more, but of course that asshole would never help or own up to it so he took the fall).

“Hey, try not to break the system this time, okay?” the white haired man said nervously, eyeing Dazai.

Dazai laughed, Shirase shuddering imagining what he could possibly do this time to outdo his last stunt.

“Don't worry, I'm only getting a single kids meal! I got too many toys last time, I had so many cows that I eventually dumped them all in Chuuyas glove compartment–” Dazai said, cutting himself off, realizing he spoke too much.

Chuuya slowly turned to him, eyes wide.

“Do not tell me you fucking put 20 stuffed cows in my fucking glove compartment.”

What did I do to make myself the witness of their crashouts, Atsushi thought to himself.

Shirase glanced, side-eying Atsushi, both sharing a wary look.

Dazai remained silent, staring straight into Chuuyas eyes, not even showing a hint of expression.

“If I open this shit and see 20 cows fall out, I'm kicking you out my car and you're going inside to order your own food,” Chuuya warned.

Chuuya slowly leaned over, looking at Dazai as if he was giving him a chance to redeem himself and fess up, but he knew not to leave high hopes on the man, shaking his head as he opened his glove compartment.

The entire floor quickly filled with cows, leaving Dazai with no room to even move his feet.

“Should I moo-ve them?” Dazai said, smiling softly.

Chuuya remained silent, taking a deep breath in.

“Well technically,” Dazai said, putting an index finger up like he was some condescending nerd.

Chuuya turned his head swiftly, warning him to drop it.

Shirase had known Chuuya since he was 7, playing soccer with him since their rec days, and everyone knew that if you managed to piss Chuuya off enough, it's better to drop it and even apologize. Nobody had ever dared to see how far they could go, that is except for Dazai, of course.

At this point, even Lucy was looking over.

“Only 19 cows fell out, Chuuya,” he said, smirking.

Chuuya turned to Atsushi, “Sorry, just get me two grilled chicken sandwiches-”

“I left a cow hidden in your room—where? You’ll never know,” the brunette giggled.

“Get the FUCK out my car,” Chuuya shouted. “Last time I bring you here, fucking bastard,” he said quickly reversing, definitely breaking at least 3 traffick laws. Parking in the nearest available spot, he unlocked the door, prompting him to get out.

Dazai groaned, obliging. “I predict you will be back in half an hour? Maybe shorter depending how fast you speed to drop off Shirase.”

“Fuck no, Im not coming back. Find a new ride, Kunikida, an Uber—better yet, get your license so I never have to drive you again,” he said, pulling back to Atsushi, aggressively swiping his card.

He smiled at Atsushi, as Shirase jumped from the back seat to the front.

“Have a nice day, okay?” he said, seeming genuine. Atsushi thought to himself how different Nakahara was from interacting with Dazai to literally anyone else.

That was Chuuya for you; short tempered, yes, but one of the most kind people Atsushi had interacted with, the only person to ever piss him off being Dazai, and while Atsushi had enjoyed being friends with the latter, he couldn't help but wonder: who didn't he piss off?

I should put in my two weeks, Atsushi thought to himself.

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Shortly after, Atsushi had decided to take his break.

After going to the bathroom, he ordered a lemonade and relaxed in a booth.

He laughed, opening a video of a cat Ranpo had sent him.

“That's so me core,” a familiar voice said.

Atsushi choked on his lemonade, coughing as he looked up, making eye contact with Dazai, now leaning over to look at Atsushi's phone.

“What the–”

“Hey I was watching that! Go back!” Dazai whined.

“Dazai what? I'm in the middle of my shift,” he sighed.

“No,” the brunette pointed. “You're on your break,” he said superficially.

“Yeah but—look.” Atsushi said, with a slightly annoyed tone.

Dazai looked curious, usually not ever going so far to annoy him. That was only reserved for two people, both of whom had the worst temper Dazai knew.

“You really can't be bothering me while I’m working,” Atsushi explained. “It bothers the customers, and as much as I seem as I hate working here, the money’s addicting,” he said passionately.

“So I can't risk it, whether you show up,” Atsushi looked around, “high,” he whispered, a hand cupping his mouth.

That made Dazai crack a smile.

“Or just holding up the line and arguing with Chuuya, I can't risk getting in trouble again. The nugget incident was so bad, I only recently got on everyone's good side—actually Chuuya was the one who cleaned up your mess!” Atsushi said suddenly, singling the man out.

Dazais face changed to a grotesque one, rolling his eyes.

“Ugh I can't stand that slug, he's so slimy and gross in everything he does. Why did he even clean the cars in his free time? I can't understand doing something for someone he barely knew–no offense Atsushi” the white haired man shrugged, “for free,” he continued.

“I mean it's called being a good person,” Atsushi said sarcastically, smiling at him slightly confused.

“Whatever, I refuse to talk about Chuuya Nakahara after he abandoned me here,” he said dramatically, sulking in his seat.

After taking a sip from his lemonade, Atsushi sighed. So much for a peaceful break.

“So what is it?” Atsushi asked suddenly.

Dazai opened his eyes. “Hm? What is what?”

“What is it that makes you hate Chuuya?”

Dazais eyes widened, as if he had been waiting for this moment, suddenly perking up, quickly fixing his posture.

“Don't tell me I'm going to be here for a while, you do realize I'm still working, right?” Atsushi shrunk in his seat.

“I'm going to give you two answers, one short and one long–”

“One short answer will do, thank you–”

“It was a dark and stormy night–”

“Real answer, please”

Dazia laughed, loving to mess with Atsushi.

“Ok fine, we're going back to freshman year,” he said, suddenly souring his face towards Atsushi.

“When I met him”, softening his face as he looked past Atsushi. Atsushi couldn't quite see what Dazai was looking at, but whatever it was, he knew that it was not present in the room, rather a memory of the past.

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2 years ago, freshman year

Dazai Osamu hated school.

It wasn't like he was bad at it, in fact he had always been one of the top students, receiving perfect test scores without even bothering to show up. He always loved the look on the principal's face after he had sent him a letter threatening to take him to court for his insane amount of absences, just to receive the highest score on the state tests and maintain his straight As all year round.

Fortunately for that principal, Dazai was in high school now.

Yokohama High was the county school, having over 2000 students. The population was attributed towards the board's decision to combine Yokohama Middle with Suribachi Middle.

Having enrolled in AP and honor classes, to the dismay of his counselor, warning him that he cannot miss as much as he did in middle school since “high school didn't let this slide”, he was dreading the workload. Not that he couldn't do it, he would have to put in slightly more effort than he did in middle school, and he knew he would maintain straight As for the next four years.

Locking his door, he began his walk to school, already dreading the icebreakers he would do with people he knew his whole life, with the addition of those from Suribachi.

Hopefully nobody was too weird from there, Dazai thought to himself. He knew the school was below average, compared to Yokohama High, and had a reputation for having the most fights in the county.

The school was big, way bigger than he remembered. Being two stories and having a football field, soccer field, as well as a field for every sport imaginable, and a theatre inside for those interested in the art, it mimicked the standard American high school, having not been updated since the 70s.

The student parking was flooded with people chatting in their cars before the bell rang, which was a minute away. Normally, he wouldn't bother even showing up this early (literally a minute before the bell rang), and would show up halfway through first. But, Dazai wanted to see what the student life looked like in the morning, just this once before he never bothered to set his alarm for 6:45 again.

Dazai heard the bell rang, and everyone scurried to make it on time, yet he didn't even bother to speed up.

As we walked in, he tried to remember where his class even was. He had psychology first, so it was in the history hall, conveniently at the second floor all the way in the back, making it the last hall.

Groaning, he went up the stairs and walked until he reached it. The school must have had mercy on the students, since not a single teacher bothered to force them down to the tardy station.

Knocking on the door, he stood awkwardly, feeling like he should have altogether skipped at this point if he had to feel his peers watch him walk in in silence.

“Ah welcome..?” his teacher, Mr. Gide, had asked him, unsure of who he was.

“Dazai Osamu,” he said smiling, hoping to charm his teacher, budding a relationship for his recommendation letters in his college application (it was four years away, but Dazai was ready to play the long game to get his cards right to attend his desired university).

Sitting at an empty desk, he quickly was bored by the time it was 8:45.

He had already read on the subject in his free time, and knew until a second course college level on psychology. This was child's play.

Groaning, he quickly reached for his pencil case, finding his cart. Maybe being high will make this more enjoyable.

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Dazai got into smoking on a whim, finding no benefits of vaping itself, but liked using carts or smoking a joint, since he got high— always a fun experience. (most of the time, unless he greened out then he really regretted it).

Trying to ghost with his disposable, he heard someone walk in. Freezing, he considers that maybe he took too long and his teacher had come in, ruining the “budding” friendship he formed.

But this was no Andre Gide, Dazai blinked to himself.

His hair was the first thing he noticed, copper waves framing his face and tousled, messily reaching to his ears. And those eyes, god they were awful. Dazai had never seen anything worse, intense blue eyes as vast as the ocean. Gross. His outfit wasn't any better, wearing some ratty hoodie that read Suribachi-Sheep King Cup , with shorts and busted up Air Forces. And of course, a geek bar that marched the color of his horrid eyes. Oh and he was short—how could Dazai fail to mention? He looked like he just left seventh grade. Dazai was annoyed that those stupid eyes bothered him so much. He had to make his complaint known.

“Damn Suribachi really does have the weirdest people,” Dazai snickered.

The boy, totally caught off guard, almost dropped his vape.

“The fuck?” he said, his face retorting to an angry expression.

“Last thing I expected while hitting my shit was seeing some kid walk in with fluorescent eyes and hair,” he sighed, continuing to hit his cart. Maybe his cart was laced. That's why he felt his heart rate rising. He was going to need a new plug.

“Aw hell nah,” the boy said, suddenly approaching Dazai.

Oh?

“I got in a fight every week for the first semester of eighth grade, and never lost a single one,” he said, eyes shining with ill-intent.

“That's not really something to be proud o-”

“Youre a fucking twig and look like a twink with that fit. Who do you think you are with an Alex G shirt, really? Go cry to Elliott Smith and find a poor girl to manipulate, I know your type too well…?” the boy said, sneering at him.

“Osamu Dazai,” the brunette said, raising a brow.

“Whatever, I'm not about to start shit on the first day,” he said, hitting his vape.

Dazai rolled his eyes, “Suribachi brought the ghettos here, loud as fuck at 9 am for no reason,” he sneered.

Before the boy could respond, they heard walkie talkies.

Make sure nobody is skipping, and don't forget the history hall bathroom.

“Aw fuck-” before Dazai could finish his sentence, he interrupted, with the boy dragging him in the stall.

The boys were now standing on the toilet, ensuring that it looked as if the stall was empty.

As if it was perfectly timed, the door opened, heavy footsteps and keys jangling.

Both boys stopped breathing, Dazai gripping onto his cart, he was caught smoking last year and was suspended. His mother and father were livid, to say the least. He can't let that happen again. The boys were silent, staring at each other with a knowing look. Maybe they weren't so different after all.

“History Bathroom cleared,” a voice said into the walkie talkie. “It does smell like one of those weed pens though, and artificially sweet”.

As soon as the person left, Dazai sighed, stepping off the toilet.

“Listen, you're annoying and loud and snobby,” the boy began.

Turning to Dazai, he continued, “But I'm no narc. So I don’t fuck with people getting caught for their shit, and wouldn’t leave anyone so they get in trouble,” he said.

“I just made varsity soccer, and worked really hard to get into it,” he said proudly. “And even though I’m from Suribachi Middle,” he eyed Dazai suspiciously. “It doesn't mean shit for who I am, where I come from does not qualify for who I'll become. I'm going D1, and everyone will know the name Chuuya Nakahara as they do Messi or Mbappe. And anyone who disagrees can suck it,” he smirked, bumping into Dazai on purpose as he walked out.

Dazai thinks he stopped breathing halfway through his speech. God he has to stop smoking.

Dazai didn't make it back to class that day.

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Afterschool Dazai was replaying that conversation, now intrigued by this Chuuya kid. He'd never seen someone so contradicting; rude and loud, yet empathetic and honest. Hell, Dazai would've left Chuuya to explain himself if the roles were reversed

Yet, he somewhat enjoyed talking to him. That fire in his eyes and the passion he spoke with was unlike anything Dazai had seen before. When Dazai pondered what his future was, it was what his parents drilled in his head: Go to School, Get his Degree, Be a Lawyer like his father, Take over his firm, Get Married, Die. (He personally fantasized giving his parents the finger, getting his law degree for himself and himself only, and cutting everyone off the second he got into his undergrad, moving to a faraway city, then dying)

Maybe he would end up liking Yokohama High.

Dazai had been forced into piano lessons since he was younger, standard for the son of one the biggest CEOs in the tri-state. His fathers firm was regarded highly, and his family lived in a gated home with a pool and 10 bedrooms, maids and all, unbeknownst to Dazai how this wasn't really the norm. It was just his life, one that he simply viewed mundane.

His family had high hopes for him, being tested as a genius as a child, leaving his parents excited. They weren’t so excited, however, as they realized their son didn’t give two shits, and saw their fortune with little care. All Dazai wanted to do was play guitar, hit his cart, date women that unfortunately fell into the trap of his affliction and chrome hearts, and die before he got too old for his liking.

So by now they were used to his laziness.

Mother: Please go to the piano this time, Natalia isn't cheap. We don't hire the best for nothing Osamu.

Read.

He skipped last week and the week prior, napping after listening to vinyl that he found in his father’s dormitory from his own youth.

Maybe he should go today, if his dad asked he definitely wouldn't have, but he has a soft spot for her, convincing his father all those years ago to let him go to a normal school instead of those stuffy private schools with literally 5 people in a class. He begged her to let him meet actual real people, and she agreed, seeing the benefits from Dazais argument.

Before Dazai could respond to her text, he felt something hit his face. And hard.

Dazai fell on his bottom, analyzing his medical knowledge from that book he read if he showed early symptoms of a concussion.

“Sorry, I–” a voice ran up to him, retrieving what he realized was now a soccer ball.

“Oh it's you, nevermind. I'm not sorry then.”

Dazau looked up, seeing double. Of course Chuuya of all people possibly may have concussed him. Chuuya was now changed into a black uniform shirt, reading YOKOHAMA VARSITY SOCCER

“Chuuya!” he cried out dramatically, rubbing his forehead.

Chuuya rolled his eyes, yet looked slightly concerned, helping Dazai up.

“It didn’t hit the top of your head, which is how people get concussions in soccer by the way. It hit here,” he said, touching the top of his forehead. “That's where we normally do headers from. So you're fine, probably,” he said.

“Yeah but I think I have a concussion–no wait. That triggered a brain aneurysm. I saw not one but two of you. For all I know I can die by the end of the night,” he gasped, staring at Chuuya with wide eyes.

“And I hope you do. Cut that shit out, that's not how that works. I play soccer, and also know some medical shit for my own benefit,” he sighed. He turned back, “I got to head back to practice before coach makes me do suicides for being late—”

Dazais face brightened.

“Suicides? That sounds morgue, I'm so in.”

Chuuya looked at Dazai, and suddenly broke into a laugh. He smiled towards Dazai, dimples revealed. That same feeling he had earlier when he was smoking was back. He so was quitting smoking, his mother would be proud.

Chuuya wiped a tear away, “You couldn’t possibly handle it, a suicide isnt some thing you just casually do. You sprint an entire football field, but the catch is that there's checkmarks. When you reach the first checkmark, a couple yards or so down, you sprint back to the start, and sprint back to the next checkmark, which is even further down, and this cycle continues until you reach every checkmark and can finally sprint the field down. If you wanna kill yourself for fun, be my guest”.

“Okay well, I’m busy anyways,” Dazai huffed, as Chuuya rolled his eyes.

“I'm not just casually a national certified youth pianist for the hell of it,” he sneered.

Now it was Chuuyas turn to be perplexed. “You're that good?”

“Why yes, and why is that so surprising?”

“You don't seem like you could commit to anything,” Chuuya said straightly.

Dazai gasped, stepping back and placing his hands on his heart.

“Maybe you're right, but that's not true for everything. If only you knew how good at guitar I am–”

“You play guitar?!” Chuuyas eyes lit up at that word.

“Also yes, and I'm going to ask again the same question: why is that so surprising?” he said, pointing to his outfit, and waving his cart carelessly.

Chuuya shook his head.

“Put that shit away before my coach sees,” he hissed.

Dazai shrugged, shoving it back in his massive baggy-jeans pocket.

“I just…I was trying to find someone to play with that's all, Shirase,” (who’s Shirase? Dazai thought to himself) “and the others couldn't care about it, so I’ve been looking for someone to play with—but I wouldn’t with you that's for sure!” Chuuya snorted.

Dazai’s ears perked.

“You play guitar?”

Chuuya’s ears turned slightly red.

“Yeah, I do. And I’m one hell of a guitarist,” he stated, now looking Dazai directly in the eyes, daring him to poke fun at him again.

“Not that I'm doubting your abilities, but how good?” Dazai eyed him cautiously.

Chuuya takes a step forward, smirking.

“Better than you could ever be,” he states.

“Holy fucking shit Chuuya,” a thrid voice intrudes.

Both boys nearly jump, turning to face a white Mercedes with a blonde man who looked like he just loved to talk about French films from the 60s.

“Verlaine?!” Chuuya shouted.

“The hell you doing here I have like half an hour left–”

“Kouyou said that you forgot your water when she drove you today, so I came to drop it off,” the blonde man smirked, throwing a large jug at him.

“Oh thanks,” Chuuya muttered.

“Yeah so are you going to explain to me when you got a boyfriend?”

Both Dazai and Chuuya’s faces paled, the former's mouth dropping to an ‘O’, while Chuuya began shouting a series of curse words that were enough to make a child cry.

“I'm not– what? How did you even–with him?!”

“Hey I'm not one to judge,” he snickered.

“Later loser, I'm getting food before I come back, and maybe or maybe I won't get you some,” the man said, speeding off leaving the boys in a cloud of smoke.

Dazai turned to Chuuya.

“I am so going to need to hear you play guitar now,” he grinned.

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“And that, Atsushi,” Dazai concluded.

“Is how I had the displeasure of meeting Chuuya,” he sighed dreamily. “Seems like only yesterday we almost got suspended for our delinquent behaviour–”

“The last time you showed up here you were literally high—”

“Ah ah ah!” He shushed the white haired man, “I'm not done. I actually didn't go to piano that day, my poor mother, maybe I'll buy her food from here, she's never had Chick-Fil-A,” he muttered.

“And going back to the start, I told you I have two answers: a long one and a short one. That was the long answer. The short one is because he is loud, aggressive, and maybe as good at guitar as me,” he laughed.

Atsushi stared at his senior with a look of pure… shock to say the least. He truly has no words to say to his story.

“Thanks for the story, Dazai, I got to get back to work though,” he sighed.

Dazai nodded, seeing the man walk stiffly, smirking as he returned to his post.

It's been half an hour, he should be here right about��

slug: ill give you five fucking seconds before I leave you

mackerel: i knew you'd come back!

Read.

“If it isn't my favorite chauffeur,” Dazai laughed, as he entered the passenger seat.

Chuuya shook his head, “I really don't know why I put up with you, you make me sick,” he scoffed

“It's all because of that geek bar and cart!” Dazai gleamed.

“What the fuck are you talking about,” Chuuya stared, confused with the absolute lack of context.

“I'll explain later, we have some guitars to attend to,” Dazai said, relaxing in the seat as Chuuya recklessly pulled out.

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guys can you tell i played soccer for ten years 🤓

anyways thanks for reading! i need to make a schedule bc i love writing this. also here is a silly doodle i made based off this chapter

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lovingnikiforov · 6 years ago

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2018 Fic Writing Round-Up

Total year-long word count: 632,603+ words…..that’s about double what I wrote for 2017 omfg

Word count by fandom: ~ Bungou Stray Dogs: 461,813+ ~ Yuri on Ice: 166,925 ~ Kuroshitsuji: 3,865

Fics completed: 33

♥ Drabbles: ~ 5 twitter prompt fills - bsd

♥ Oneshots: ~ All Dolled Up - bsd, soukoku, pwp, wyll companion ~ Workaholic - bsd, ranpoe, canon -compliant ~ Kids Again - bsd, soukoku, bartender au ~ like a moth - bsd, soukoku, mafia boss chuuya ~ Five Steps - bsd, soukoku, royalty au ~ Writer’s Block - bsd, soukoku, sugar daddy Chuuya ~ What About Trust? - bsd, soukoku, dark era ~ On the Clock - bsd, soukoku, secret relationship, au ~ A Warlord’s Conscience - bsd, kousano, feudal era au ~ No-Show - bsd, soukoku, canon-compliant ~ Sorely Missed - bsd, soukoku, hogwarts au ~ what a pair - bsd, soukoku, sugar daddy Chuuya, Writer’s Block sequel ~ Propriety - bsd, soukoku, royalty au, Five Steps sequel ~ Something to Lose - bsd, soukoku, wyll companion ~ Perfectly Pleasant - bsd, soukoku, college au ~ Shattered Glass - kuroshitsuji, gen, canon-compliant ~ A Phone Call Away - bsd, higugin, canon-compliant, manga spoilers ~ hide the truth - bsd, soukoku, amnesiac Chuuya au, canon-compliant ~ Playing Human - bsd, soukoku, pwp, incubus Chuuya, vampire Dazai ~ Unplottable - bsd, soukoku, hogwarts au, Sorely Missed sequel ~ Closer to Home - bsd, soukoku, established relationship, canon-compliant ~ A Stupid Question - bsd, soukoku, dark era (patreon exclusive) ~ Private Lessons - bsd, soukoku, pwp, like a moth sequel (patreon exclusive) ~ New Normal - bsd, soukoku, secret relationship (patreon early-release/coming soon!)

♥ Chapter Fics: ~ Shared Gravity - bsd, soukoku, college au, joint fic with ZODIACHUUYA ~ Equivalent Exchange - yoi, viktuuri, magic/fantasy au ~ where your loyalties lie - bsd, soukoku, arranged marriage/yakuza au ~ Rent a (boy)Friend - yoi, phichuuri, fake dating au

Works-in-progress: ~ even on the darkest night - bsd, gen/kyouka-centric, dystopia au, dyetyd sequel

This year I wrote and posted: 34 fics in total: 4 completed multi-chapter fics, 1 wip multi-chapter fic, 24 oneshots, 5 drabbles.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted? So, so much more. I almost can’t believe how much I managed to write this year.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Kuroshitsuji. It’s not a fandom I’ve ever written for and the fic I did write was a gift fic and a prompt fill.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest? Ahhh that’s hard, there are a handful of stories I am really happy with. I suppose I’ll have to go with hide the truth it was a beast of a story to write and I had a lot of fun working through soukoku’s dynamic in it.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Big time! I’ve been using my fic writing to really challenge myself in terms of my stories. My biggest risk was just in terms of quantity, I spent much of the year juggling four wips and a patreon with additional content. Getting through everything month-to-month was hard but it really helped my efficiency and increased my writing speed.

Your best story of this year: Hmm, this is a hard one. Honestly, I’d have to say Equivalent Exchange. It was a massive undertaking with a lot of characters and plot lines to keep track of. As a fantasy piece, the worldbuilding was extremely intensive.

Your most popular story of this year: By a slim margin with EE, my most popular story this year was where your loyalties lie.

Story of yours most under-appreciated by the universe, in your opinion: Any rare-pair story is going to have a hard time getting views, but I honestly think A Warlord’s Conscience is one of my best stories of the year and it was my third least popular fic.

Most fun story to write: The Hogwarts AU verse (Sorely Missed and Unplottable) was a lot of fun! I was a big HP nerd growing up so it was enjoyable to dive back into the universe.

Story with the single sexiest moment: Playing Human. By a long mile. Easily one of the most explicit stories I’ve written for bsd. Honorable mention goes to All Dolled Up.

Most “Holy crap, that’s wrong, even for you” story: This honor also goes to Playing Human. I grew up really religious and they’re in a church and I did not back away from any form of sacrilege.

Story that shifted your own perceptions of the characters: Hmmm, I can’t say I had any real shift in character perceptions this year.

Hardest story to write: where your loyalties lie. There was a lot going on in that story and the character development/journeys were really delicate, especially for Chuuya.

Biggest disappointment: tbh...I don’t think I feel disappointed with any of my stories this year. Progress!

Biggest surprise: Writer’s Block, I wasn’t expecting people to like it as much as they did, much less to the degree of requesting a sequel.

Most unintentionally telling story: where your loyalties lie. Anyone who read the Author’s Commentary of the fic probably has a good grasp of how many of my personal struggles over the course of the year got projected into the fic. There were also a few other personal things from years past that also get referenced.

Favorite opening line(s): ~ There was something that came alive when the sun went down. - Playing Human ~ Sometimes Dazai finds it hard not to think that the person responsible for making text cursors blink just had a sick sense of humor rather than any practical reasoning for the programming decision. - Writer’s Block

Favorite closing line(s): ~ It felt like a dagger in the gut to know that he’d already made his choice. - What About Trust? ~ And if Viktor is imagining the way the moonlight seems to shine brighter when they pull back from their embrace, well, he can’t quite see a problem with that. - Equivalent Exchange

Favorite 5 line(s) from anywhere: ~ He can trace the features of the figures depicted, all wholly inaccurate but it’s not as if the religious painters would bother to consult a vampire on matters like the faces of the figures they exalted to sainthood. - Playing Human ~ The very idea is absurd but it is the only explanation that explains both his pain and the fact that he is holding a building in his hands, lifting through dense fog to float in mid-air and stare at…at…Is that a fucking dragon? - hide the truth ~ It takes a bigger effort to get to his feet than it ever has, and for a moment Chuuya wonders if his ability is working against him, if gravity has decided to press down on him in retribution for every time Chuuya has ever felt weightless - wyll, ch. 13 ~ A dependency on alcohol is gradually self-destructive, a dependency on a person is instantly debilitating. - wyll, ch. 11 ~ Just as Viktor said, it's nothing like a duel, but Yuri wishes someone had told him that a real battle was as close to hell as a living human could get. - EE, ch. 18

Top 5 scenes from anywhere you would choose to have illustrated: ~ Yuuri showing up on the battlefield - Equivalent Exchange (ch. 18) ~ Chuuya’s tattoo - wyll (ch. 20) ~ Kouyou standing in the garden - A Warlord’s Conscience ~ Drunk Phichit and Yuuri dancing salsa - Rent a (boy)Friend (ch. 8) ~ tbh any bit from All Dolled Up

Fic-writing goals for next year: Hmm, I’ve been toying with trying my hand with a new fandom. It’s been a while since I’ve taken that jump with new characters so I’d like to do that in 2019!

#dessa.txt #fic tag #t: my fic #t: fic review #long posts

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xaracosmia · 2 years ago

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, NOE ARCHIVISTE. 🌑

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: vivian

age: 31

pronouns: she/they

ooc contact: StarryOtterVi @ twt ; melodychanges @ tumblr (for apps only)

other characters in xc: atsushi @ bsd, kaminari denki @ mha, ace trappola @ twst, agatsuma zenitsu @ kny

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: noé archiviste

age: 20

pronouns: he/it

series: the case study of vanitas / vanitas no carte

canon point: ch. 50 ish!!

app triggers: blood mentions, death, family loss, mentions of depression, child death, child endangerment (his wiki is trigger heavy, proceed with caution!)

personality: Firstly, he’s a stubborn guy. Like, really, annoyingly, enough to annoy even Vanitas, stubborn. He will push forward with his objective, or any sort of goal he really has on his mind. He’s straight-forward with his words, and honest. He’s so honest, to the point it becomes a little jarring, leading to apologies. Though he doesn’t apologize as much as Zenitsu, he still says sorry often enough, in a sincere way.

He finds everything fascinating! “Woah, what’s that?” “Who is that?” “What did that person do?!” “Was that really what happened just now?!” …you get my point! Anything new to him is a new amazement! A wonderful glint to the eye! He’s like those birds attracted to the first shiny thing they see. He will even compliment his enemies that are fighting stupendously. Seriously.

But because of his fascination with things, he also has a tendency to “get lost”. It’s not that he doesn’t know where he’s going… erm. Supposedly. It’s the fact he is mesmerized by one thing, and once following that one thing, he suddenly… is somewhere else. Astonishing, it’s a wonder how he does it. This will happen very often. Sorry for anyone trying to find him.

He gets agitated. Surely, even a polite guy like him has his moments. When something sways him the wrong way, depending on what was said, he will retort back. He’s not afraid of talking back to someone, especially if he’s been around you for a while. You’ll hear his annoyance right away. But he doesn't do this as often. He’s another expressive character of mine. He’s not afraid to smack or punch if he needs to, depending on the situation.

Erm, it’s dense. It’s very dense. You thought Kaminari was dense? This guy is similar. It has trouble understanding certain situations. Please help it.

It’s also a little hypocritical. It will do one thing, then suddenly, it’s judging you for doing that thing and correcting you. Then, it will realize it also did that said thing. What just happened? He will notice his hypocrisy.

He will protect you. He will want to be your friend if you’re kind back to him. He’s a curious guy. He’ll stick to your side and listen to what you have to say. That doesn’t mean he’ll always listen if you tell him to do something– he is the type to share his own opinions, straight up. If you’re dishonorable to him, he will oppose you.

He’s instinctive, and impulsive. Sometimes, he forgets the time and place, and just goes for it. His gut feeling helps him constantly.

He has a strong, caring heart.

Even though he’s got a strong heart, he does have his own fears, his own guilt. His own doubts, the resolutions that he can’t resolve. He needs that push, that light shove, to break him out of his shackles. He shouldn’t be left alone too long.

something your muse struggles with: Holding back/faltering his own strength in certain situations. Uncertainty. He’s also dense with a lot of things. Guilt.

your muse’s greatest strength: Giving others the push they need to move forward. His honesty.

history / background: As an Archiviste, he’s able to read memories. He’s the only one left of the Archiviste Clan. An elderly couple adopted him, and they watched over him for years, knowing that he’s a vampire. Though humans and vampires don’t get along, Noe sees both as equal. When both his grandparents died, he was mistaken as a human, and taken in.

That’s when his teacher took him in as a disciple.

He became friends with his teacher’s two youngest grandchildren. Louis and Dominique were his childhood friends. They taught him things he didn’t really know, and sometimes he’d be called strange for his personality. Dominique would be with her parents a lot, but Louis stayed with Noe and his teacher often. Noe would hangout with Louis much as he could, but over time, Louis grew distant.

Noe found out that Louis stayed behind due to an “illness”. This illness later turned out to be because of the fact he’s a curse bearer, and Louis knew he didn’t have long to live. He kept making stakes for Noe to find later on. Louis ended up dying, right in front of Noe, and Noe has a tremendous amount of guilt for not saving another child from being killed due to a curse.

Later on, as he grows older, his teacher told him to search for The Book of Vanitas. That’s where, on the way to Paris on the airship, he finds Vanitas himself.

His teacher didn’t tell him to steal the book or destroy it, just to research and find out much as he can about it. Now, Noe has made it his goal to travel with Vanitas wherever he goes, no matter how irritating that might be for the other. He will not go against his teacher’s words.

He helps Vanitas free curse-bearers and gain their True Name’s, while trying to figure out the secrets of the book and Naenia, the one stealing True Names.

powers / abilities:

World Formula Interference — He’s capable of interfering with the world around him by altering it. He’s learned to defy gravity, thanks to the help of his teacher. It’s only for a short period of time, as it makes him nauseous. He can also reinforce his body, but he has trouble extending far out. He’s also able to enhance his strength x10 more.

inherent abilities:

Enhanced Physical Abilities — The World Formula also helps with this in some way, but he’s got extra strength, speed, and endurance as a vampire.

Memory Reading — The ability to, once he drinks someone’s blood, he’s capable of looking into someone’s memories. It depends on how strong the person is, but he’s able to look through the cracks of certain memories, or even something he might want to look for. Otherwise, without prompted, it’s a series of emotions of a memory hitting him all at once. It will be stretched out and nonsensical.

items / weapons:

Murr’s Carrier — A cute lil cat carrier he has for Murr. It’s pretty fancy, he spoils this cat.

starting ability: oh man he has so few things to give back… none if that’s ok!!

starting item: none for now!

extra:

> for the time being i’m keeping murr out until we get further canon info… for now he’ll miss murr.

> he’s 6’1 why is this man so tall.

> he’s born sept 28th! A libra.

> don’t put him in the kitchen please.

> he also can’t sew.

> and he can’t clean either so sorry to his roommates.

> he sleeps weirdly and always needs to hug something or someone nearby.

> sometimes he calls himself Gilbert, if he isn’t sure if the person he’s around trusts vampires. But for my own sanity, I’m not doing this in the chats nksdfnskfnksjfa.

> He can read emotions well.

discord id: memoire.#4854

passcode: sweet lil vampire guy who likes apple pie i adore you

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U.S Army tests transportation methods to deliver blood plasma onto the battlefield

The U. S. Army recently began testing new transportation methods to deliver freeze dried plasma, or FDP, onto the battlefield, according to a recent service news release.

The U.S. Army Medical Materiel Development Activity, along with a partner company, are testing transportation methods to deliver blood plasma to address this issue and increase the survival rate of wounded Soldiers.

In terms of capability, the new FDP transportation methods are able to save thousands of Soldiers onto the battlefield.

The U.S. Army Medical Research and Materiel Command reported that bleeding is the leading case of death on the battlefield. When service members receive serious wounds, they are often transported to a surgical team for treatment. These casualties often suffer from severe blood loss due to the inability of their blood to clot normally, which represent approximately 40 percent of combat casualties.

According to an Army news release, New Roads, Louisiana native Cpt. Robert Crochet, a primary medical test officer, and an Army Medical Department Board – alongside medical personnel assigned to the 432nd Blood Support Detachment, 44th Med. Brigade at Fort Bragg – are testing FDP’s ability to be transported safely and quickly using means that were previously dismissed due to risk of breakage.

Currently used is French frozen plasma, which is contained inside glass tubes, unlike the new FDP, which is sealed inside a ready-to-use bag along with a 250ml bag of sterile water for injection and rehydrating. These are then stored inside a hard plastic sheath designed to protect the product during transport.

For the test mission, Soldiers of the 432nd BSD rehydrated the FDP and packaged it, then waited for transportation by a CH-47 Chinook helicopter. The airborne Soldiers from Fort Bragg then jumped out of the Chinook with the plasma packed in their bags. Upon landing, Crochet and his team inspected the containers and the FDP for signs of damage. They reported their findings to members of the research and development teams for on-sight data collection.

“Tourniquets helped in enhancing survivability for our war fighters, but it’s blood that keeps them alive,” said Col. Roberto E. Marin, material systems branch chief, AMEDD Board.

According to USAMRMC, there is no current method to supply troops in the battlefield with FFB; it has to be maintained by role 2 medical facilities, advanced trauma management and emergency medical treatment, with the ability to freeze and store the blood at constant temperatures. Medical teams operating in a Role 1, unit-level medical care, do not have the ability to store FFB, thus limiting treatment available for wounded Soldiers, according to USAMRMC officials.

Another disadvantage with FFB is the amount of time required to prepare the blood for use on wounded soldiers.

“Currently FFB takes roughly thirty minutes to thaw for surgical use,” Crochet. “With freeze dried plasma, it takes roughly 1-6 minutes to rehydrate and become ready to administer to the casualty. Those minutes can be the difference in life or death.”　

Currently FDP and it’s airborne delivery method is still in the testing phase.

Pfc. Jaritt Louthan, a medical lab technician with 432nd Blood Support Detachment, 28th Combat Support Hospital, 44th Medical Brigade, and a native of Cleveland, re-hydrates freeze dried plasma during an airdrop test Sept. 19, 2019 at Fort Bragg, N.C. Photo by Sgt. Brian Micheliche

Freeze dried plasma in the original package is placed on a table for medical personnel to open and re-hydrate at Fort Bragg, N.C., Sept. 20, 2019. Photo by Sgt. Brian Micheliche

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The U. S. Army recently began testing new transportation methods to deliver freeze dried plasma, or FDP, onto the battlefield, according to a recent service news release.

In terms of capability, the new FDP transportation methods are able to save thousands of Soldiers onto the battlefield.

“Tourniquets helped in enhancing survivability for our war fighters, but it’s blood that keeps them alive,” said Col. Roberto E. Marin, material systems branch chief, AMEDD Board.

Another disadvantage with FFB is the amount of time required to prepare the blood for use on wounded soldiers.

Currently FDP and it’s airborne delivery method is still in the testing phase.

Freeze dried plasma in the original package is placed on a table for medical personnel to open and re-hydrate at Fort Bragg, N.C., Sept. 20, 2019. Photo by Sgt. Brian Micheliche

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