#bsd orphans with nice parents

[sshushuu]

fancy ranpo and fancy yosano

bald ranpo forehead lmao-

i didnt draw this its from google. creds to the owner who made this

cr : google, pinterest & bsdtotl/Bungou stray dogs : tales of the lost?

[iridescentdove]

If it is not too much trouble, may I please request a Yandere? Platonic! BSD x Arlecchino! Reader, let's say that the reader has played an important role in almost everybody's life.

For example, she took Kouyou under her wing when she failed to escape the Mafia, advised and convinced Fukuzawa to save Yosano, treated and viewed (15) Dazai as only a child and not the demon prodigy, never once used or placed Chuuya as the second choice, etc. Things like that, but the reader is still in the Fatui and does run the House of the Hearth and looks after orphans while also training them to be enlisted in the Fatui. So, they probably view reader as a parent figure and someone dear to their hearts and don’t want anything bad to happen to them.

A LIFE OF OUR OWN.

Yandere!Platonic!BSD x Arlecchino!Reader

A/N: I immediately worked on this request on seeing it omg anon you guys do not know how much I love Arlecchino ... also for here I use "Father", but that's only because in the game Lyney & Lynette call Arlecchino that. Feel free to pretend it's mother or something else!

You're the second whole of their hearts.

They'll do anything for you ...

Father.

It's not a coincidence. To take one for an example. KOUYOU, that poor little girl who did nothing wrong. She was such a sweet kid, someone nice ... and yet she was there in the Port Mafia. Taken away and unable to live her life like a child should.

In an attempt to leave the mafia with a man she liked, it was rather unfornature enough – both were caught red handed.

And that man? He was killed.

KOUYOU was desperately holding on, wanting him to open his eyes, to survive and still find a way. And yet deep down, she knew that it would be impossible.

Good things never last.

She began to see the light as something meaningless. That the moment a flower born in darkness is exposed to light, it will wilt and burn away to nothingness. She can't escape. Not anymore. But that also wishful thinking.

That was until you came along and helped her up.

It was like a moment's heartbeat, the moment she looked up. You were right there – holding your hand out.

Even if you weren't expressive as to be expected out of sympathy for what happened, she can tell that you were no ill-intentioned person. So what did she do? She took it. Your hand. And gave you a smile ... one that faintly shined of hope.

Of course, she never left the mafia. But she had you to take care of her ... and treat her like a true daughter.

She was ecstatic to have family of her own.

You even gifted her a little plushie. Of course, of the the most fine and exquisite type of material. Your rich ass is flexing without even saying it out loud. slay

And you never treated her as a second choice.

Just like CHUUYA. As the time passed, he too joined the Port Mafia by boss orders. Honestly – you probably didn't give much of a shit, but that obviously changed.

Even now, your fatherish figure still remains after years. And that may as well never change.

He takes some great pride on his abilities, and he's rather smug about it himself. Although – sometimes he does question himself, and his humanity. Due to basically being merged and being Arahabaki's vessel.

But no, fuck that. You treated him as your own child, and although had more better things to do in the Fatui – this kid was insecure as hell and needed a parental figure.

CHUUYA adores you from the bottom of his heart. You showed him what it was to be human. To be alive. You gave him good reason and even let him visit the orphanage you looked after. Since he was merged with basically a God, you found it curious as well.

Well Arahabaki doesn't have a Gnosis so he's luckily safe

And then also, boom. Your attention extended towards his partner! DAZAI himself, of his young age. And from that time on, you already knew something was up with him.

Honestly – it can't be doubted. He was destined to live in the darkness forever. Nothing in the world can compel that deep etched loneliness in his heart; and even his late friend ODASAKU had acknowledged that.

Even after their unfortunate deaths, you were right there.

He was almost weirded the fuck out at first. You're not treating him like a monster. Or a demon. Not even his position and affiliation. You straight out threw those ourt the trash and instead? You treated him like your son.

It comforted him a little. To know he finally had someone to call his own. At first – just like anyone, he thought he'd lose you.

But you proved him wrong in various ways.

No matter how hard he tried, you kept him his side. Trained with him and succeeded in his defeat (much to his surprise), and gave him a few fatherly hugs and gifts that he would need and like. And DAZAI couldn't help it either.

He wanted you to be his real father quite badly. You were always there, and his eternal loneliness?

What's that again?

No. Even with that in mind, you never stopped to pursue and keep going with the mafioso. You'd go as much as to take him and meet with the rest of the harbingers, maybe taking CHUUYA and other executives from time to time.

Of course, avoiding The Doctor because it might as well just give back DAZAI his trauma.

And when he keft the mafia? You came along with him. Words cannot express how happy and relieved he was. He didn't want to loose his only comfort, his family. And if any9ne ever tries to threaten your familial bond?

He's gonna pull out the fucking demon prodigy card and show them how demonic he can be

In any case, same is due to everyone else. Like the fact you just always seemed to be there in the right place, at the right time. Like when YOSANO was being forced into healing soldier after soldier in the war.

The poor girl. Safe to assume the Fatui didn't really care about such and didn't participate in the war.

Much unless the Tsaritsa commands them to stop it, they may as well do that. But as of now they didn't really care. But that was only an 11 year old child ...

A child. You just had to take her in, didn't you?

And if not – in any case, you went ahead and got FUKUZAWA to save her. You reasoned with him, quite the good convincer yourself. You were a woman of a hundred, if not a thousand faces that could easily fool others.

So he took her in to the agency.

Although YOSANO was never told about what had happened in the sidelines, the moment she saw you walking away from the both of them – she just had that feeling.

She wants to thank you, if it's the last thing she did.

From the time that came on, you continued to do what you did and appeared, woving yourself into the hearts of everyone. At first, it was obviously never easy. But that wasn't a reason to give up. And you're you, would you seriously give up from that?

Many of them expresses gratitude in multiple ways, sometimes a bit unhinged – which you were yourself. There's not a sane bone in your body.

At least, that's what people like to think.

You've come this far into giving others a new life, being a father figure that everyone cherishes dearly and adores. Oh, and if anyone try to tear away that dream or hurt you – even a single scratch on that body of yours ...

There will be hell to pay.

You'd think they got very protective of their father. They can all quite collectively agree that they need no other familial figure in their lives other than you. Dearest you, who saved them from their shameful lives and gave them a future.

Even one who isn't supposedly a kid like SIGMA – he came from a book. He doesn't have a family. But correction, he does.

And it's you.

Or anyone else from multiple affiliations across. The Decay of the Angels, the Hunting Dogs, supposedly those that caught your eye in these several factions.

Suppose the easily jealous ones of seeing you paying attention to kids more in the orphanage, or giving a certain triplets more of time can get them boiling with anger quite enough. Even if it was wrong, it just seemed so right.

And so? They try to steal more of your attention away. This is one of the time they truly act like children once more.

CHUUYA would most likely not want anyone even gazing at your direction. Must they make things worse? You're around kids almost 24/7 and taking care of them yes, but you should only be taking care of him!

DAZAI acts like a child throwing a tantrum. No! No! No one can be with his father other than himself! How dare those kids call you their father?! He's livid, and tries to hide his anger and jealousy, yet he was visibly so eerie and tense.

KOUYOU can bet it was saddening to see you paying attention to work at the Fatui. Come on now, can you blame her? If you took her under your wing, you better be responsible. So she tries to invite you to her own missions and do fun together, just like when she was little. She wants your care.

YOSANO can tolerate it mostly, although at some point she comes with a breaking point as well. She's normally kind and likes hang around you and feel protected and loved, but oh, when you're not looking? Let's see ... pulls out chainsaw

So if a child or two goes missing in the orphanage?

Let's just say it wasn't anyone's fault, dear father :)

[asher-agere]

Ooh Ashh i dreamed about little dazai and cg oda /gen. Now i can't stop thinking about them...

Also i woke up inspired? Maybe i'll try to continue writing my fic :>

Recently i've been thinking about creating a blog more personal to me, tho i'd only use it when using the computer, for some reasons. Then i'd feel comfortable not being on anon all the time hahahha (im shy and anxious all the time </3) what do ya think? I have sooo many headcannons about bsd, i think the blog would be just for them...

Love ya! -🦭

(Talking about anon stuff, if this isn't in anon mode, please ignore it... i say this because recently i had an ask of mine answered (not from you!) and it wasn't on anon mode and ot kinda freaked me out a bit hahahah)

I’VE BEEN WANTING TO RESPOND TO THIS ONE FOR SO LONG. FOR SO MANY REASONS? For starters baby Dazai and caregiver Odasaku is one of my favorites. They’re one of the few cases I actually view as a solid parental bond rather than the caregiver just being a vague role. Plus you should absolutely make a personal blog! Cause that means I can support you and interact with you more! Plus we always need more BSD agere content. Also an ask not in anon mode must’ve been so scary… Hopefully nothing bad came from it? (That’s also another reason supporting personal blog :^)

Little Dazai + Caregiver Odasaku

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₊ ⊹ These two have known each other since Dazai was 14, Odasaku has seen first hand that Dazai was forced to grow up way too fast. And well. He’s always had a soft spot for kids. Dazai is no different. Dazai regresses to 2-5, which is just a bit younger than the orphans Odasaku takes care of! I don’t remember exactly what age he took the orphans in at but surely he dealt with them when they were at least somewhat in that age range, so he’d got experience! With Dazai’s age range specifically! This makes him even better at taking care of Dazai!

₊ ⊹ Odasaku is a writer! You know what that means? All the bedtime stories ever! He writes his own bedtime stories to read to Dazai, he’ll turn Dazai’s babbling tales into a story, Dazai can even help him write! A lot of the time Dazai just wants to hear his caregivers voice, he doesn’t care what’s being said, so Odasaku will just talk about some writing ideas he’s had! Dazai is happy to supply his ideas! Odasaku tones them down a bit of course, and doesn’t always use them (Cats with laser eyes don’t really fit into a story about pirates… But maybe a pirate ship can have a cat aboard)

₊ ⊹ I think Odasaku has tried before to let Dazai play with his orphans, he thought it would be a good idea! But… Dazai gets overwhelmed really easily, especially while he’s regressed. Not to mention jealousy and all those other yucky emotions! Odasaku is his. Just his. Plus what if these kids think he’s weird? They wouldn’t of course, Odasaku didn’t raise them to be judgmental. But still… And he’ll lash out with bites or hitting if he gets to overwhelmed! Needless to say that’s a play date that only happens once

₊ ⊹ Lashing out is a common thing with Dazai. Most babies have the instinctive reaction to cry when things go wrong, Dazai learned very young that crying doesn’t help you. Fighting does. He feels bad after of course! He never wants to hurt Odasaku! But Odasaku reassures him that it’s ok! He never uses a harsh tone, always just gently reminds Dazai “We don’t hurt” If Dazai is so overwhelmed he won’t listen to reason though a swaddle is the solution! Wrap him up nice and tight in a blanket so he can’t move much, a pacifier in his mouth so he can’t bite or scream, then they stay like that until Dazai wears himself out! He never got a chance to show his true emotions. So if a tantrum is how he chooses to express those emotions of course Odasaku allows him to get it all out

₊ ⊹ Nicknames!! Odasaku uses the sweetest pet names for his baby, and everything sounds so poetic when he says it! “Sweetheart” is definitely a big one, but he can’t be to sweet with pet names or Dazai gets defensive, so he’ll also use more casual ones like “Buddy”! There’s also “Little One” but that has to be used carefully! Only when Dazai is right on the edge of regressing, usually when he’s a little worn out and less likely to fight it. And then of course! What does Dazai call Odasaku? I view them as a father son relationship because. Even regression aside I view them that way. Regression just makes it feel even cozier. So I think Dazai calls him “Da”. He’s trying to say “Oda” But to many syllables… Odasaku points out that it sounds like “Dada” and Dazai denies it if course! But… That’s his “Da” he stops even trying to say “Oda”

₊ ⊹ I think that when Dazai’s in more of a toddler headspace they play a lot of card games! It’s very nostalgic for them considering they played a lot of card games when they first met. Like a lot a lot. It was how they bonded! Of course Dazai always calls Odasaku out on cheating, in response Odasaku calls out Dazai’s clumsy attempts at hiding cards up his sleeve. Dazai of course denies this, and Odasaku denies his own cheating. This usually leads to Dazai pouting, but nothing on tantrum level! Just upset he isn’t getting his way. Odasaku tried betting with candy before but the Dazai takes it to serious and it does ends in a tantrum

₊ ⊹ Dazai is weird with food, he’s noted to be underweight, especially in Mafia Era (The only time Odasaku was alive) Baby Dazai only drinks milk or formula. No solid foods. He’s a baby through and through. However toddler Dazai plays a silly game with Odasaku! He requests specific ways for all his food to be poisoned and Odasaku says he does it! For example if Dazai requests a poisonous flower, Odasaku takes a harmless flower and puts it in the dish in front of Dazai! Odasaku has to make his own food separate though to keep up the illusion. Dazai refuses to let Odasaku eat the ‘poisoned’ food

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This was supposed to be up way earlier, but where I live there’s no power. Anywhere- On the entire island- So that’s fun. So posting might be slow the next couple of days. But I finished this while my parents were using the generator! So yay! Also I keep bring inbox notifications but then there’s nothing there… Kinda weirded out

[darkleysgarden]

The Girl Who Bought Flowers

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Fluff

Bsd, Kyoukenji

Kenji loved his job more than he could express.

His parents ran a small flower shop in Yokohama. Kenji always tried to help out as he loved the job.

His favorite part was learning about the people who came into the store.

Would he be making a bouquet to celebrate a wedding or to commemorate the dead? It was always different.

Would a man come in with a shiny new ring, or would a woman come in dressed in all black, tears fresh in her eyes.

He loved the people. And he also loved the flowers.

Nature was a beautiful thing. Different colors bloomed naturally. Different colors, shapes, and sizes.

Plants were like people, in a way. They were always different. That's what Kenji loved most about living here. The variety and the beauty that was nature.

Kenji sat at the front desk, ready to help out for the day. He wrote down the flowers that needed arranged and passed the orders to his mother for her to make.

He would get a request, and Kenji would find a way to translate the words into flowers.

The door opened for the first time that day, the bell ringing.

He had orders through the phone but hadn't met a fresh face yet.

A girl his age stepped in. She had long black hair tied into pigtails. She was wearing a gorgeous red kimono. She was beautiful.

"Hello," He greeted happily. "What can I get you today?"

"My brother has been upset lately," She explained. Her voice was delicate with a certain rasp to it. He loved it. "I was trying to find something to cheer him up. I walked past this shop and figured that flowers may help."

Kenji nodded, a wide smile on his face. "Of course! We are here to assist with any sort of flowers."

In his mind, he started running through different flowers and their meanings, trying to think of the best one for the situation.

"Could you tell me more about your brother?"

She nodded. "His name is Atsushi. Technically, he isn't really my brother. We're both only orphans. But, we've stuck together. Lately, he's been feeling really upset. I think he feels guilty that I don't have a 'real' family. He keeps going on about it."

Kenji nods. "I'll help your brother with our flowers."

He smiled gently, "I'm Kenji, by the way."

She nodded. "Kyouka."

Kyouka. A pretty name.

"Does he have a favorite color or type of flower you are aware of? That may help me decide."

"I'm not really sure."

"That's okay."

He pulled out his catalog of flowers they had in stock.

Kenji wanted to give Kyouka the perfect flowers to help her brother.

"I think gladiolus may work nice."

He turned the page around to show her the flower under the assumption that she didn't know the names of many flowers.

She had the same blank look on her face as she has had since she walked through the door, but she nodded in agreement. "I think he will like those."

Kenji's smile widened. "Good! If you wait right there, I can pull some out for you!"

He went into the back and started to put together the gladiolus for Kyouka. Once it was tied together and looking pretty, he pulled a small vial of glitter out of his front overall pocket and sprinkled it on. It added an extra sparkle of life to the flowers.

Then, Kenji rushed back to the front and handed them to Kyouka. "Do these look good?"

She grabbed them from him. "Yeah. I'm sure he will like them."

Kenji nodded rapidly.

"How much are they?"

"Huh?" He blurted. "Oh. Uhm. They're on the house. Don't worry about it!"

She stayed quiet for a moment. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" He rushed out. "I'm positive!"

"Okay. Thank you."

"Of course! I hope your brother feels better soon!"

They both stood there for a moment.

Kyouka smiled for the first time since she got there. His heart started to beat extremely fast. His face felt hot. Was it getting hot out today?

"I guess I'll be off then," Kyouka announced.

"Alright!" He shouted. "You're welcome back anytime! Have a good day!"

She nodded again. Not a woman of much words.

Then she left. The bell on the door rang as she stepped outside.

He was dying. He felt on fire. He needed advice. Was he sick?

Kenji rushed to the back of the store where a small garden was. Junichiro, an older worker Kenji became friends with, was carefully planting flowers.

"I think I'm sick," Kenji admitted.

"Sick?" Junichiro questioned. Then he looked him up or down. "You do look really red. Do you have any symptoms?"

"Well- this girl walked in and when I was talking to her I just felt all panicked and then my face got all hot and my heart felt like it was gonna explode."

"Dude, I think you have a crush," Junichiro laughed. "Have you never had a crush on anyone before?"

"I'm only 14!" Kenji yelled.

"I had my first crush before then!"

"Okay. So, what do I do about this crush?"

"I don't know. Are you even gonna see her again?"

Fair point. He told her to return eventually.

"I gave her free flowers," He admitted. "It's a great deal. Maybe she'll come back?"

"Wow," Junichiro breathed. "I never expected you to be so hopeless."

Kenji blushed harder at that. "You're no help."

He then walked back inside, ignoring anything else Junichiro had to say.

Maybe he did have a crush on the girl who came to buy flowers. Was that a crime?

He would figure it out! And maybe if she returns, they could become friends! And then maybe more. And maybe they could even kiss!

....

Okay, maybe Junichiro was right. Maybe he was a bit hopeless.

It wasn't his fault that Kyouka was so pretty.

He sighed and then groaned.

He plopped back into his seat and put his hands over his face.

His first crush, huh?

His mind was full of images of her.

How was he so bad even after interacting with her for five minutes max?

The bell rang on the door. He looked up.

There Kyouka was.

"I feel kind of bad for taking these without paying. Even though you said it was alright."

"It is alright!" He confirmed.

"Well," She started. "How about I have you over for dinner as a way to repay you for your generosity?"

He stared at her in shock.

Then, he smiled. "I would love to."

"Okay," She said quietly.

Kyouka handed him a piece of paper.

"That's our address," She explained. "We're eating at six. We'd love it if you joined."

"I'll be there."

Shortly after, she left again.

Was it really that easy? Everyone made romance seem so difficult.

Or maybe Kenji was just lucky.

Lucky to have met the girl who bought flowers for her brother to make him happy.

[daz4i]

ooooooh nikolai clearly has trauma related to freedom. not just his whole Thing with it, but the fact his ability gives him a quick and easy escape and especially a way to go around rules - even the rules of physics! and going by the assumption that your ability manifests in relation to past trauma, i really wonder what made him this way.

my first thought would be imprisonment of some sort. being chained somewhere, unable to leave. perhaps in a cold place, thus his idea of escape is also tied to an overcoat? it seems a bit too on the nose doesn't it?? esp with the bird in a cage metaphor

@/creantzy's fyolai comic made me think of brainwashing of some sort. definitely works with how terrified he is by it

i think a spicy take would be. that he was just a normal guy. just kind of Off, brain wise. so the monotony of a normal life drove him insane. or maybe his parents(/some other guardian bc everyone in bsd is an orphan fr) had great expectations of him that he failed to meet, and he felt metaphorically chained by that. maybe they were very protective of him and didn't let him out or do things he wants, so he felt caged by that

actually the more i think about it the more i like this idea, of a very grounded, realistic, common trauma for this character that's anything but normal in a series where everyone has these tragic larger than life sob stories. it can be a very nice subversion of expectations and imo make him even more interesting - because a backstory like that is so common even for us real life people, if he became That, there must be something wrong with him. and i think that's really poggers

[luvblack1207]

BSD characters meeting your parents

Dazai Osamu

-He is actually pretty nervous.

-He wore a suit and everything, if you minus the part that his suit is disheveled, you can tell he tried his best.

-Has a bouquet of flowers for everyone. Including your siblings and your parents. You two both thought it was hilarious.

-Gives out compliments of your parents and tries to communicate with your sibling/siblings if you have one.

-He also tries his hardest to not mention any suicidal stuff. You might hear him mentioning a tiny little joke like once an hour. He's trying hard. You have to give him credits for that.

-Eats whatever he gets. He doesn't have any dislikes when he eats food and that gets high points from your mom.

-One of your parents was a little shocked to hear that he didn't graduate College, but you told them that it was because he was offered a high paying job when he graduated high school. (An obvious lie. He entered high school for a month before graduating by answering every single test correctly within a matter of two weeks.)

-Gets multiple points from your (maybe non-existant) sibling/siblings by winning them over with gifts.

-In the end, everyone likes him. Your stricter parent accepts him too! That's a very good sign. Just don't let anyone eat his cooking!

Kunikida Doppo

-Oh you know damn well this guy will arrive an hour before the planned time just to make sure.

-Dressed more fancier. Wore the gifts that you got him, an expensive watch, with a very tidy suit.

-Brought a bouquet of roses as a bonus.

-That made your parents accept him immediately.

-Your parents find it very nice to see that he graduated from a very prestigious college early and scored a job the moment he graduated.

-Very formal and careful with everything he says.

-Your parents believe that he is a very responsible and dependable adult despite his young age.

-Has no problems eating anything. Even if it's not the best, he will eat without any complaints.

-Your (maybe non-existant) sibling/siblings think that he's pretty boring and a little too strict, but they can cooperate with him.

-It even got to the point where they wondered if you were good enough for him!

-A great cook, very responsible, no problems with gambling, depts, or drugs? He is everything they could ask for.

-Overall, a great view on your parents, and pretty good with your siblings.

Atsushi Nakajima

-He is the most nervous out of every character.

-He literally went to a straight up panic attack mode when he was asked if he could go with you to meet up with your parents.

-Very good with kids. Your (maybe non-existant) sibling/siblings thinks he is cute!

-Your parents think so too.

-If this was about marriage, they'd be concerned. He's 18. A very young age to get married in the traditional form of life. So he would be viewed more strictly.

-But he doesn't have any problems. They don't mind the fact that he grew up as an orphan. He has a job, a kind heart, and he respects every choice you make. I think they really like that!

-Despite not going to school, he has a great job. A well paying one at that! I think they don't have a problem unless they are a bit over protective. Then I think they would be concerned over the fact that he risks his life in battle, and you could be a target of others or heart broken over his death.

-Other than that, they are completely happy with who you ended up with. He's nice to everyone, he has the abilities and qualification to protect you from danger, and he doesn't have any problems with debts or drugs or his body. I think they will be glad that you have such a good boyfriend.

Edowaga Ranpo

-He's on time, he almost was a little late though. A little bad start, but that's not really bad.

-He is forgiven the moment he tells everyone that he did it so he could get them flowers fresh!

-His clothes are a little messy, but everyone in the room can tell he loves you so much.

-He doesn't really care about making a good impression. He just clings to you right away with an adorable smile.

-They are a little unimpressed, but after seeing you smile? They accept the fact that you two match well together.

-They practically interrogate him btw.

-"What's your job?" "What school did you graduate?" "Do you love my child?" etc etc.

-He answered pretty well. They are a bit dissapointed at first but they soon begin to like him. Ranpo seems to have this force that pulls everyone close to him.

-Him and your (maybe non-existent) sibling/siblings get along very well! They find him very entertaining to talk to!

-At first, not a good start. In the end though, total success.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

-My boy's stiff as a pole -_-

-He scared your parents at first with no intentions

-That is, until they saw how robotic he was. Then they just figured he was just a shy boy.

-He is SILENT

-He concerns your parents btw.

-You kinda lie to them that he's an author that didn't reveal his face for the sake of not being like-

-"Oh yeah! My dear Ryuunosuke here is a mafia member! You know? That infamous Port Mafia that kills dozens per day?" "*spits out drink* I'M SORRY COME AGAIN?!"

-He understood why btw.

-He really likes your parents. He can see where you got all your good attributes from.

-Ps, he said that out loud without thinking while trying to whisper but failing horribly.

-That made your parents day, and your (maybe non-existant) sibling/siblings laugh out loud like the Satan himself.

-If you have a sibling that's young, he would get along with them better than teens.

-Imagine though, your teen sibling just goes like, "Sooo. How's my sibling in sex?"

-He'd be so confused.

-He's genuinely liked. He seems very scary at first, but once you get to know him, no one can hate him. He seems to have this innocent side of him that everyone likes.

Nakahara Chuuya

-My guy really came with a 300,000 yen wine bottle and a bouquet.

-A random family member of yours that's really good with alcohol or at least heard of the shit was screaming.

-Luckily, he had reserved the restaurant. Don't ask, he just wanted to impress your family.

-He kinda got called out for being short and wearing platform shoes by your (maybe non-existant) sibling.

-They thought he was very nice, and a little cheesy.

-Liked how he called you with a pet name. Your (maybe non-existant) sibling/siblings were barfing at that.

-Enjoys watching you two be sweet to each other.

-His fake job was a model. They understood why. He’s HOT.

-A total gentleman, controls his cursing to the very minimum. It was easy due to Dazai not being near him. Lol.

-You two made up a lie that he went to a prestigious school after making an illegal certificate btw.

-The meeting was successful. Your (maybe non existent) sibling/siblings pointed out that he was short making him crack out a fake grin in the end.

[hamliet]

hello, hamliet! have you read the newest bsd chapter? if so, what are your thoughts? i enjoying reading your analyses :)

Yup yup yup. Chuuya! It's been 84 years! And he's vamped!

But I think it's a great team up with lots of character growth and thematic potential. I'm not worried about anyone dying (permanently).

Anyways, the current chapter has a ton of thematic and character set up around the theme of fathers and children (if Asagiri is gonna reference Turgenev, a Russian contemporary of Dostoyevsky's best known for his book Fathers and Sons/Parents and Children, this is how). It also offers Dazai specific challenges in facing the worst and best parts of himself.

Firstly, let's talk Sigma. Sigma is a massive foil to Atsushi, Akutagawa, and Q. They are kids (coded as anyways) and are paying for their mentors' mistakes and wishes. Akutagawa literally died/got vamped to Atsushi just to please Dazai, Atsushi is scared and alone, Q is probably vamped and has been locked up by a mafia that hates and resents him yet craves his power, and Sigma is at the mercy of Fyodor and Gogol.

Like, this scene and dialogue could well be Atsushi or Akutagawa:

I've also talked previously about how Sigma's half/half design is a callback to Q and specifically to how Q's been treated by Chuuya and Dazai. Now Sigma's in that same position except his soukoku are Fyodor and Gogol. And Sigma's making it canon text that he just wants to live, to live freely, and to have a home, which is something Akutagawa and Q can't do in the mafia, and something Atsushi needs to learn:

When desperate for a home, kids will do anything.

The framing of the chapter is also interesting and powerful. The scenes inside the prison are intercut with those of a child (Aya) literally running with a newly rescued adult (Bram) on her back, trying to save him despite him being, y'know, older and kind of the cause of this. I say kind of because, as usual in BSD, there's nuance. Bram himself doesn't have much of a choice, and is a prisoner himself.

Of course, this parallels Bram with Dazai and Fyodor (literally prisoners), and Chuuya (a vamp). Beyond the surface, these three--Dazai, Fyodor, and Chuuya--are prisoners of other circumstances: Dazai is still not willing to face fully what his abandonment did to Akutagawa, Fyodor's ability presumably imprisons him from human contact, and Chuuya is still taking orders from someone who is the antithesis of who Chuuya wants to be (Mori).

The point of these parallels and these foilings is that Dazai, moving forward, needs to step it up as an adult. His role is to be the mentor and save the kids he is responsible for: literally Sigma here, but also then Atsushi, Akutagawa, and Q. That's always been the endgame of his arc.

It's also symbolic that Bram tries to pull the typical mentor route in a story: leave me! I'll sacrifice myself! (also what Oda did with the deconstruction of the noble death of a mentor inspiring the mentee to change his life, except Oda's was even more directly coded as a suicide because it wasn't even for Dazai or for his orphans; it was in futile revenge). The story responds to Bram with lulz nice try.

What happens then? The symbol of home, of safety and belonging and purpose, in the series, swoops in to save both Bram and Aya. And again, notably, it's the literal child of the ADA: Kenji.

Dazai now has to face Chuuya as well, and realize what's happened to him and to Akutagawa. Chuuya has always been a direct foil of Dazai's: Chuuya is motivated by his colleagues and human connections, while Dazai is... not so much. Now, Chuuya is motivated by nothing other than bloodlust and is being controlled like a puppet by Fyodor. It's almost like this should make Dazai realize what is good about Chuuya, and what he himself (Dazai) is like at his very worst: bloodlusty and supposedly really selfish, but also really controlled by other things.

I wrote previously that:

The answer of course to Chuuya’s quest for self-knowledge (which is not over) isn’t in Arahabaki’s origins or the origins of ‘Chuuya Nakahara,’ but in Dazai Osamu. Chuuya wants to understand himself as a human, and seeing someone born with it be so cavalier about his humanity and his life bothers him, especially because Chuuya clearly does care about Dazai.

This is true in the inverse, for Dazai, as well. He needs to see himself in Chuuya's vamped form and be motivated by connection to end this, to end the curse.

Also: two chapters left until craziness! I suspect Asagiri's been dragging this arc out to hit a particular point on chapter 100 (much like Isayama in Attack on Titan dragged out the Marley Arc to get to Eren's destruction reveal in chapter 100).

[afinepricklypear]

Two BSD Theories

I’m bored at the moment, so I decided to write out a couple theories I’ve had about Bungou Stray Dogs bouncing around in my head for awhile now. I don’t know if anyone else has put similar theories out there yet, and apologize if these things have already been said!

1) Atsushi’s ability was inherited from his parent

This thought came to me after watching Dead Apple (again) and while reading about Tsujimura’s ability. Tsujimura gained her ability from her mother with the same technique that Kyouka’s mother used to pass Demon Snow to Kyouka (it seems Tsujimura’s mother actually taught this technique to Kyouka’s mother). Tsujimura cannot fully control her ability, and it usually activates automatically following the final command from her mother to kill anyone that Tsujimura is trying to kill before she can do it. Likewise, when we first meet Kyouka, she cannot control Demon Snow, it’s activated by someone giving her instructions through the cell phone that her mother gave her. It’s only after joining the Armed Detective Agency and, thus, becoming subject to Fukuzawa’s ability (and then some therapy via learning what really happened the night her parents were killed) that she’s able to gain control. 

This is interesting because aside from Atsushi, these are the only two characters we’ve met that possess activatable abilities and cannot control them. Passive ability users like Q and Dazai don’t really count because their abilities are triggered by some form of physical contact and is, basically, always on. They can only control the ability by controlling their interactions with others (**Side note, I’ve seen it mentioned that people think Dazai is the only passive ability user in BSD, which is not true. We know from the incident where Q is kidnapped by the guild that Q cannot stop people from going insane if they’ve caused Q physical injury otherwise Q would’ve stopped the whole thing. It’s the same way as how Dazai can’t stop someone’s ability from being nullified if they touch him, there’s no OFF switch. I’m pretty sure, from what we know of All Men Are Created Equal, that Fukuzawa’s ability is also passive**). The other exception is Chuuya when he unleashed the true form of his ability, but he’s such a special case, we can’t consider him.

All of the other characters in the show seem capable of controlling their ability without much training or external assistance. It’s almost like a second nature to them, because they kind of act as extensions of the ability user’s self. But Atsushi seemed so disconnected from his ability that he didn’t even realize he had one when it activated and, like Kyouka, needed to be brought in under Fukuzawa’s ability in order to gain control of it. 

The other evidence of this is in Dead Apple, when it’s revealed that Atsushi was subject to experimentation by Shibusawa. It’s mentioned that the government is interested in Atsushi because they’ve heard rumors that his ability is super special, and they want Shibusawa to figure out his ability, what it is and how it works. This was far from being the most confusing moment in Dead Apple, but it did raise several questions for me. The most glaring being: if no one knows what Atsushi’s ability is, how do they know that it’s super special? Unless, he’s not the first person to have this ability. The other question I have is how he ended up at the orphanage after “killing” Shibusawa, when the government clearly had a keen interest in him? Did they think, “oh he’s just a tiger”, and dumped him on an unsuspecting home for children, like...wtf? BSD Japan’s government does some incredibly shady and stupid things. But that’s not important here.

Finally, Fyodor’s reason for being interested in Atsushi is because he states that the white tiger can be used to find the infamous Book. Similar to the government, how would Fyodor know this unless someone possessed the ability before Atsushi?

While there could be other explanations for how the government knew about Atsushi’s ability being special, there’s not much that can explain how Fyodor knows that it can be used to find the book (though, it’s possible he lied about that entirely just to get the Guild to target the ADA), and when we take into account what we know about Kyouka and Tsujimura, and that abilities can be passed to relatives, the simplest explanation would seem to be that Atsushi inherited his ability from one of his parents. We’ve also learned nothing about where Atsushi came from and how he came to be an orphan (though, you know, we haven’t really learned a lot about most of the BSD characters. Like, where are the Tanizaki siblings parents, and how did Kenji, only 14 years old and clearly from a happy home environment, end up with the ADA). Because so much has been made of Atsushi being special amongst ability users, I can’t help expecting that we’ll learn more about his past and that we’ll get the reveal that his ability was inherited from his parent.

2) Asagiri has already given us the ending to BSD

This one is less evidence based and more wishful thinking because it would make for a nice symmetry, bringing everything full circle...even though I really don’t want this ending. This also might be more of a crack theory than anything, but hear me out. Beast is not an Alternate Universe, it is, in fact, the ending of the Bungo Stray Dogs main story line, and the current canon is just the events leading up to Dazai getting his hands on the Book and using it to create the world of Beast. That’s it. That’s the theory. I’ve got nothing to back this up. I’m sorry not sorry for putting that dark thought out into the world.

The End.

Thank you for reading! I’m going back to work now.

[tetsustation]

[ LOOSE TIES ]

pairing :: osamu dazai (bsd) x f!reader

synopsis :: ex-coworker and “friend,” osamu dazai, has always been a man you could relate too, being one of the only people to make your heart and mind race. finding him again after years of separation, however, proves to be more difficult than you’d initially figured it to be.  

word count :: 2.8k 

genre :: coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, lovers to enemies, reminiscing & angst, reader is a part of the port mafia 

warnings :: gun violence, murder, blood, mentions of suicide, nihilistic/apathetic behavior, miscellaneous violence, typical bsd content warning, swearing, suggestive speech—please read at your own risk!!

notes :: had a little writing break but i think i’ve gotten my touch back—this is my first swing at a long(er) bsd fic, dedicated to @maisbunny i hope u don’t cry

The ring finger dancing on the curve of the trigger was one that you recognized as your own. The weight of the gun was familiar, something you’ve grown accustomed to seeing more than most other things in your narrow life. However, context was always key—you’ve learned. 

Mere years ago, you dreamed of placing a band around the same finger—something light and dainty, perhaps gold, if you could manage. Maybe then, you’d have something more flattering resting around your fingers, as opposed to the chilled steel.

That dream left you along with the man in front of the barrel—through grim silence, and gone before you could even think to miss it. 

“It’s nice to know you’ve climbed the ladder.” You scowled, even in the face of death his voice dribbled down like honey, “I always knew you’d surpass me one day.” 

Only when you pressed the heel of your shoe into the pit of his abdomen did he groan, his elbows pressing farther into the shattered pavement—rubble digging into the fragile skin. Personally, you hoped he’d’ve bled through the bandages, a bloody death was something you often envisioned for him—if nothing else. 

“You never know when to stop talking—do you, Dazai?” 

 A sharp hiss that held more than figurative weight slid off his tongue, “Ah, why must you resort to such formalities with me? You never did when—,” another groan.

With a swift kick to the upside of his chin, before returning back down to hold him in place, you had shut him up before he could spout whatever nonsense came to mind, in an attempt to stall the inevitable. 

 “Take this as a gift from me to you,” you lowered yourself slightly, hovering over him in a way that felt all too familiar, “Today, you’ll finally get your death wish.”

...

Frankly, you never wished to meet Osamu Dazai—or rather, you never wanted to. As a child, your mother always taught you that to live was to love, you took it with a grain of salt and with time, such a saying slipped between your small fingers. 

On the outskirts of the city, your parents ran a ramen shop—it was a hole in the wall, with scuffed white tiles that cracked easily under pressure. On Sundays, you’d be asked to scrub the grout—but years of degenerate dirt (among other things) built up, and thus, refused to let up no matter how hard you brushed.

There were four tables, a faux marble countertop, and a backroom you were never allowed to go into. The curtains were thin, but the hallway behind it was long, from what you gathered. The small list of people permitted to pass the curtain were few in number, but broad in stature. 

Almost always, would they sport a shiny gun—usually a pistol—in a belt holster. From your eye level, that was the first and only thing that resonated.   

Up until age thirteen, you had never held a gun in your life—didn’t plan on it either. Yet, plans change in the most dire of circumstance, which was why when you returned from errands one morning only to step in your mother’s blood on the way in—you picked up a familiar pistol from the ground and proceeded to shoot the guilty man in front of you. 

With bloodied hands, you became an orphan—and the white tile permanently gained a vermillion tint. 

That day you mopped, because there was not much else to do. Afterward you proceeded to refill the napkin holders and wash the dishes. You prepped the shop for a dinner rush that never came, and stepped around what you later learned to call a corpse, until the broad-statured men arrived. 

They did not accept the menu’s you offered, and instead left abruptly only to return with their numbers tenfold—and a small boy only a year or two older than yourself lodged at the front of them. The only thought in your mind being, there aren’t enough menu’s for this type of crowd. 

The boy smiled at your craftsmanship, tapping your mother’s shoulder with the tip of his dress-shoe, only to be met with a small plop back against the ground, 

“You did this?” He asked calmly, a limp finger pointed downwards. You nodded meekly and the bandage on his left eye shifted with the raise of his eyebrows, “Fascinating, very clean.”

He examined the wounds a little closer, “You must know your way around a gun.” 

Osamu Dazai placed his hand on yours that day, the other one cradling your conjoined palms from underneath—you could feel the tips of his overcoat tickle your wrist, and it was all you could focus on as he spoke to you about an offer you didn’t care about all that much.

“—and the Port Mafia will take of you.” He concluded, only then did you look up at him with wide eyes.

“And what will happen to the shop?” 

Upon seeing a small frown etch itself onto your, otherwise soft, face, he chuckled to himself, “We’ll take care of that too.” 

...

There was no reason as to why you needed saw him again, in fact, you came to perfect terms with his disappearance and didn’t give it much of a second thought. Long ago, you made a mutual agreement to not get attached, and always a stickler for promises, you followed through religiously.

Though, you were never a spiritual person. 

The small portion of your life before the Port Mafia was not something very interesting to you, so you chose not to hold onto majority of it. Instead, you held onto the things that make your blood run rampant—it’s an amusing way of living, if nothing else. 

Competing with Dazai is one of those things.

For that reason, you’ve decided to finish on top. Bending over, you swept the hair off his forehead gently with a knuckle, before delicately balancing the barrel on the skin beneath. He always had soft hair, and you had half a mind to run your hand through it, but you didn’t want to give him the luxury of feeling your fingertips rake through his locks—your pride standing in the way of any and all pleasantries.

“What are you doing on Port Mafia territory?” 

Narrowing his eyes, and uncrossing them after watching you place the weapon, he looked back a you. The subtle smirk that lifted his lips was aggravating, and you wondered if strangulation was worth the trouble of straining your hands. 

“Took a walk in the park. Got lost. Think you could show me the way home?” A beat, “I always felt safer with a pretty woman on my arm.” 

Stunned at his utter gall, you scoffed, “And how about now? Do you feel safe?” With your knee pressing into him, and your favorite gun pressed against his head, it wasn’t too hard to predict his answer. Still, you asked—since he seemed to crave conversation oh-so much.

He hummed in thought, as if you’d just asked him his favorite color, and entirely too nonchalant for the predicament at hand, “Get a little more comfortable on top of me, and I’ll consider it so.” 

A harsh slap against the apple of his cheek was how you responded, and unsurprisingly enough, it was not the first time you’d slapped him for a comment of that nature. 

Momentarily, you questioned his submissiveness. He knew your next move, your next expression, your next thought before you’d even had the time to think it. So why does he remain so still? 

So obedient? 

...

Plunging your foot into grey water, the unwelcome feeling of a wet pant-leg against your skin was almost instantaneous.

“Fuck me!” 

“Promise?” 

The back of your hand met his head before you could swear a second time. As he rubbed the spot of impact in faux offense, you eyed him down with malicious intent. Only when he put his hands up to feign innocence did you continue walking past him.

The slap had echoed off the walls of the tunnel, and you were tempted to laugh at the way the sound had ricocheted dramatically, but you maintained a poker face and kept going. Blame it on your superiors for partnering you up with a sixteen year old boy, of all people.

With nothing else better to do, you had joined the Port Mafia after the... untimely death of your mother, and the murder of your father. It was that, or an absurd prison sentence that made you want to choke on mechanic degreaser. 

Unfortunately, your recruiter became your superior (despite his age), and your only goal in mind was too surpass him. One mission after another, that desire only became more prominent in your behavior, as he constantly teased you for your lack of a gift among other things.

The only thing that kept him tethered to his senses when it came to his rather reckless commentary was the ace up your sleeve—your undeniable skill for armed weaponry—specifically, pistols.

Humble as ever, you’d called yourself a fast learner, but being double jointed is a genetic trait from what you’ve heard. You can only thank your bloodline for your quick fingers and flexible joints, you might not be alive with it. A good pair of eyes never hurt anyone either.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” 

“Why? Scared of the dark?” 

Good grief, you’d shove your gun down his throat if it’d make him shut up. You didn’t ask again, and instead followed the bounce of his black trench coat reluctantly as he skipped ahead. If only you held the power he did, you would’ve reached your destination already, subordinate or not—you were simply a better directioner than he was. 

“Thinking you’re better than your superior will get yourself killed.” He sang, without turning around nor stopping.

Your eyes widened as he vocalized your thoughts, “And what if I am? I’m supposed to surpass you, aren’t I?” 

He held up a hand, pointing upwards dramatically, as if he were passing down a generational truth, “Nothing is guaranteed in this life darling, never forget it!” 

Before you could retaliate such an insufferable endearment, there was a rattling from above you, to which sounded like the cement lining of the tunnel was about to fall directly above you. Jumping out of the way, you knocked into Dazai, to which he requested an ‘accommodation to his personal space.’  

The guards of the same man you were following appeared in front of you, and in a moment of great haste, you tossed him the spare pistol you held for his disposal. 

“Make sure you hold it in the right hand this time.” 

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” 

That much was true, because as unbearable as he was, Osamu Dazai always listened to you. 

...

Hesitation was not a word in your vocabulary, you found no need for it. Alone, in an alleyway, in the city’s underbelly was one of, if not the best, place to blow him to bits—get the revenge you didn’t know you were craving. Though, the craziest part of this was, you weren’t craving it at all—in fact, you felt empty.

If you let the gun slip out of your hand right now, what would he do? 

Probably straighten out his overcoat, clear his throat, and wish you a good night. With the gun to his head, however, you reminded yourself this was exactly what he did—burrow in your skin, until you got so itchy you had no choice but to let him slip past, back into the shadows from whence he came.

Though, Osamu Dazai didn’t deserve the luxury of living after what he’s done—or so you’ve heard. While he’s never hurt you personally, you’ve heard the tone he’s taken with his subordinates, the commands he’s given to officers with nothing written between the lines—a clean slaughter—on more than one occasion.

The relationship you have, or had, with him was always one of a fleeting nature, momentary thrills looser than gravel. Still, there was no doubt you cared about one another—that care, however, was estranged in the sense that it could be turned on and off like a switch.

And oddly enough, Osamu Dazai seemed to have a bright light bulb hanging overhead. 

Gritting your teeth, you circled your brain for any synonym that could justify what exactly it was you were doing right now, that didn’t sound or feel like hesitation. If it was true that you felt so entirely numb with him underneath you, there was no logical reason to stall any longer—you weren’t him—you could end this without the bloody entrails. 

There was an itch in your brain that made you twitch if you thought about it too hard, the opposite of love was not hate—but indifference—and if you were so indifferent to his being or not being outside of the Port Mafia, there was no love between you. 

Right, there was nothing stopping you—but you moved the gun from his forehead to his right rib. 

...

People were always a hassle, building parasitic relationships with any and all hosts that could satisfy their selfish, short-lived, desires. Living itself was not the issue, instead, living amongst others was the root of your frustration. 

The thing with Dazai, however, was he did not have enough will in him to engage in such symbiosis with you—or anyone else for that matter—because his issue with living lied in just that, and frankly, it was easier for you that way.

Dazai often served as a stimulant, a stealthy conversationalist that bounced your thoughts back and forth with ease—he was truly the only person you’d allow to break your periodic isolation—and he felt comfortable in the fact that he could do that much. 

 Still, the nature of his words could sometimes sound similar to the spouts of humans, in which you were quick to level with him on.

“You’re so dramatic, suicide is such a hassle—just wait to be killed on the job,” you scoffed, spitting the pit of your cherry over the railing of the pier. 

Howling in protest, he dropped his shoulders like a denied child, “That’s so painful. I hate pain.” 

“Too bad,” you popped another sweet berry between your lips, “You know, I have to do all your paperwork if you choose suicide.” 

A shallow gasp, “Aren’t you going to grieve me?” 

Truly, you could laugh at him, “No time, someone’s gotta take up your dirty work.” 

“How sacrificial.” He brought a hand to his chest, before taking one of your cherries for himself, and popping it in his mouth whole. 

“Poetic?” You wondered aloud.

“No—,” It’s muffled, as he made work with the stem in his mouth, “Poeticism is made up by people—who can’t understand themselves.” 

“They look for answers where there aren’t any, it’s all fake.” He then sticks his tongue out in punctuation to reveal a tied stem resting on the tip. It was elegantly maneuvered, something you could never figure out how to do for yourself. 

Sometimes you wonder if your story with Dazai was poetic, as you deliberate existentialism with him, over a bag of cherries, at twilight. It seemed to be so, or perhaps it was all made up, like he said. It made the most sense, because when the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon, he always left you alone again. 

...

Thus, it was all for naught. One could even go as far to say that it never happened at all. Speech was nothing but vibrations riding the air, that disappeared in seconds—you always knew Dazai would leave—and you had no qualms when he did.

This was not a problem, it shouldn’t be a problem, exactly why it won’t be a problem—you tried not to listen when he spoke again. 

“When did you stop caring?” His voice was uncharacteristically soft, though his body language read mischief, “Don’t tell me you believed all that nonsense about meaningless affection, did you?” 

As your patience ran thin, he sped up his speech, “You know, the word ‘meaningless’ in and of itself holds meaning, making it an oxymoron.” 

“I had no reason to not believe you,” You denied him. 

Osamu Dazai was an estranged man, you always knew that much, even more so as he continued to contradict himself, “Personally, I, myself never stopped caring the way I promised too.” 

“Then you were just shitty at your job.” You pressed the gun harder into his ribs, “I wish I could say the same.” 

Pressing down on the trigger with ease, the shot rang in your ears, but dulled slightly as it dug into his skin. Strangely, you wanted to smile, but the tickle in your throat was undeniably pushing emotions of another nature. As you stepped back following the recoil, you watched him slump, hissing as he held down the wound.

How dramatic, he’ll survive. 

You walked away quickly, trying your best not to trip on the raised sediment. Flinging your neck backwards, you took in any and all air that would fit into your strained lungs—it had been a while since a shot felt like this. Sighing, you continued back out into the street, refusing to look back or give it any afterthought.  

A gun always looked prettier around your ring finger, anyways. 

✿ TETSUSTATION — 2021 ; do not repost, translate, share without permission, or recycle my writing & layouts. this blog does not hesitate to hardblock in that instance!

[pillow-anime-talk]

family breakfast.

synopsis: You and your fiancé as parents of five really sweet kids.

# tags: scenario; current relationships; family model; romance; big fluff; sfw

includes: female reader ft. sakunosuke oda & orphans {bsd}

author’s note: guys... i miss them.

“Breakfast on the table, everyone! Come on, come on!” Your loud and at the same time very cheerful voice spread throughout the apartment, and a short while later you heard a few pairs of feet knocking on wooden panels and bright tiles.

Next to your person standing at the burner, Kousuke, Shinji, Yuu, Sakura and Katsumi appeared in turn. The latter still seemed so sleepy and tired. Anyway, you laughed softly at the sight of five children in their colorful pajamas, then stroked each one on the head saying that for breakfast you had prepared their favorite fluffy pancakes with fruit and chocolate. The kids seemed even happier than a moment ago at the sound of this sentence, and Katsumi felt a surge of energy as he ran to the table first; the rest of the boys obviously followed him, fighting for a place that was as close to yours as possible.

You wanted to finish cooking sausages for your fiancé, but suddenly you felt something touching your left, naked leg (naked because of the sleeping shorts, naturally). So you looked down quickly and smiled gently at the five-year-old girl one more time.

“Something wrong, Sakura-chan?” You picked up the black-haired girl, went back to watching the meat and the baby cuddled up against your warm neck, inhaling your characteristic, slightly sweet smell.

“... Well, I-I... I’d like to have chicken onigiri for dinner today.” She admitted shyly, and you chuckled under your breath as you kiss her on the right temple.

“Of course. We can eat whatever you want for dinner today. Ask the boys later if they want anything else besides onigiri. Now, go and take your seat at the table. I’ll be there in a little while, okay?” You put the little girl down on the grey floor, looking at the black frying pan that sizzled nicely.

“Yaaay! Thanks, mommy~!” The five-year-old ran away from you, and you turned off the burner by throwing all six sausages on Sakunosuke’s white plate. You also added a few fresh vegetables, then took both your beloved man’s plate and your own plate filled with sliced ​​omelets to place the last dishes on a table full of food, hot tea and strong coffee.

The children were already politely waiting for you, so when you appeared next to them, blissful smiles appeared on their tiny faces. You put the dishes on the tablecloth-covered wood and at the same second felt a hot kiss on your cheek. Of course you guessed to whom the rough stubble belonged, so you just turned your head to look at the reddish-brown-haired, tall man.

“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner, love? I would help you with breakfast.” He muttered, then sat down in his usual place on one side of the table. You shrugged in response, stroking his unruly, very fluffy hair.

“You worked hard yesterday and you came back late, so I wanted you to rest, darling... And now let’s eat, because everything will turn cold!” You clapped your hands merrily, sitting next to the man on his right.

“Enjoy your meal, kids.” The blue-eyed smiled slightly, and you and your five children repeated his words, finally reaching for chopsticks (or forks) to eat the still steaming meals.

All seven of you started talking about plans for the current weekend, and Sakunosuke, somewhere between nodds and answers to curious questions, wondered what he had to do in a previous life that someone sent him you and five of these amazing little ones in this, current life.

After all, it wasn’t too long ago that he barely met you at a curry bar when you stopped for lunch between work and the desire to go to the library, and then the two of you ended up as a couple, as a future spouses, and as parents due to the fact that you fell in love with not only a twenty-seven-year-old, but also with his lovely pupils who saw a real, perfect mom in you.

[hanazou]

did oda's kids give you a baby fever or did oda himself give you a baby fever

printing response... ` - * , ✒

📝 ; BOTH.

around 2 years ago i promised that if I have to have kids, they should be adopted. I had a small soft spot for orphans back then (including unfortunate children in abusive homes) (the feeling is stronger now). I didn't want to worsen overpopulation either so it lines up 👀❣

and then BANG I watched BSD this January and "met" Oda and his kids and I just *drops on knees crying* 🥲💜

I MEAN LIKE,, LOOK AT THOSE 5 KIDS??? HOW DO YOU NOT WANT TO ADOPT THEM AND HAVE THEM CALL YOU THEIR PARENT (mom in my case) PLS IM SO EMOTIONAL OVER THIS 😭😭 my heart swelled a lot seeing those kids I swear to god they're just so cute and nice and pure and oh my god it's not that I want to get married soon but I JUST WANT TO HAVE KIDS PLSS HSHSHHS 😭🏃🏻‍♀️💨

[drangues]

I’m sleeping, don’t worry- I’m just a naturally tired person, I guess? And I respond as I’m about to go to sleep, because I’d feel bad leaving it until the next morning. Anyways, for some reason Atsushi with a vending machine,,, Cute,, I feel like he’d just be very- Maybe not amazed, but happy? At food being readily available for such little money (I feel like he’d especially like the hot item vending machines that I’ve heard about, haha). (Nyanon, 1/5)

Kenji and Kyouka would hold hands, you’re right and you should say it. They like swinging their arms together as they walk. Moving on from vending machines- Listen, Chuuya and Dazai are both chaotic bastards and they will absolutely fist fight each other when given the opportunity. This is only exacerbated by children having Awful Impulse Control. I love it (also, Chuuya no, talking about that in line where strangers can hear will give them Bad Ideas about that scenario). And! (Nyanon, 2/5)

Of course I like your art!!! The colors are always chosen very well, your styling is very,, smooth? Is that the word I’m looking for? Either way, it’s very nice to look at! And the way you draw eyes is amazing, I’m a sucker for well drawn eyes, as weird as that sounds. Anyways, I’m glad we agree that Fukuzawa makes a nice “queen” who just wants to be able to pet cute cats... Someone bring him one from the normal world!!! Let him spoil a kitty,, (Nyanon, 3/5)

Let him take all the pictures he desires, the man deserves it. And I’m just,,, I know using “overused” tropes is okay but I am: An Anxiety. At all times, I’m nervous about some non existent rule. It’s stupid but them’s the breaks, I guess. Anyways, YEAH I could see the kids surviving somehow... Actually, maybe that’s how Oda adopts him? Atsushi runs away from the orphanage, and comes across some guys kidnapping? A bunch??? Of kids? After he‘s been on the streets. (Nyanon, 4/5)

And since he wants to be a Good Person, he intervenes, panics, and squirrels the kids away at wherever he’s hiding. Cue family shenanigans once Oda finds them all. Moving on to a Scenario Concept, however: Somehow, someway, every person working with the ADA has taken to writing fanfiction, or drawing art. The kicker is that they’re all fans of each other’s works, and they somehow? Never??? Noticed??? Who their favorite artists/writers/analysts were. At most, Ranpo figures it out. (Nyanon, 5/5)

ohhh a naturally tired person!! im the same, yet im also energetic, it doesnt make sense but ill be yelling in your ear and then the next second sleep in class. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA KENJI WOULD DEFINITELY SWING HIS ARM AND KYOUKA WOULD DO THAT CALM SHY SMILE AS HES SMILING REALLY WIDE PLS HES REALLY HER SUNFLOWER BOY<333 

y-you think my colours are chosen W E L L ??? *slaps knee and wheezes, turns around and cries* ive been struggling s o hard with colour theory and just hating how it LOOKS and it never looking “right” so that comment made me HAPPY and uwuwuwu i love drawing eyes, tho it can be a pain in the ass . especially when i try to get it in bsd’s anime style

well i can reassure you as many times as you want uwu no worries, your anxiety is not a burden to anybody but yourself (since it tells you wacko stuff smh) but ooo!!! maybe atsushi saves the kiddos from the bomb and oda finds them and is like “thank god youre safe” and out of the corner of his eyes he sees a kid whos older, around dazais age whos just standing awkwardly with ragged clothes “who are you?” he asks, and the boy answers “atsushi” and oda wonders where his parents are so he asks that and thats when he learns atsushi is Indeed an orphan

which is why odas like “get in loser we’re going to get you a nice family” and atsushis like O-Okay . either way, after the near death experience of his K I D S oda is like fUCK this life im out so he yeets out, not without telling dazai tho (which is what makes dazai leave maybe??? i dont kNOW)

AFGHJEKESHJDKZ THEM WRITING FANFIC AND DRAWING FANART OF EACH OTHERS WORKS IS SEENDDINGG MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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OC- Asuka Takemi

Template mixed with @plusultranerd and @izukulove. They were both inspired by @technicallyflamey

General Information:

Name: Asuka Takemi

Nicknames: Asu, shorty, munchkin, chipmunk, 

Alias: ( UNKNOWN)

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Birthdate: July 15

Astrological sign: Cancer

Nationality: Japanese

Affiliation: U.A High School

Student Number: 21

Class- 1-A

Appearance: Kyoko Hori (How I would imagine her as)

Hair color: Dark Red

Hairstyle: It depends on her mood

Eye color: Ocean Green 

Height: 5’2 - 5’3

Build: Visible Muscles

Complexion: Cream

Cup size: Size A

Blood type: O

Posture: Straight

Personality: Asuka is more than capable of taking care of herself, especially for her age. She is very kind and nice person in and out, until someone steps over the line. She is very understanding with others even when she doesn't know them. She gets embarrassed easily when an awkward conversation comes up. When she very close to someone, she becomes playful, and acts like a child,  but does act mature when she needs to.

She is outgoing and sweet.  She works hard to achieve the things she puts her mindset. She has a wild side that she only shows to her godfather Aizawa Shouta and her close friends. She has a temper barely anyone notices until they push her button as much messy with her.

Many people have misjudged her just when she is friendly to everyone, they see it as a weakness because she truly believes that everyone should be treated with kindness. It's not a weakness for because she can use that to her advantage when it comes to revenge. She rarely does revenge. The only people she does revenge is on the people who hurt her loved ones and close friends. When it comes to hero missions or any type of training, she will be serious and rational.

Hero costume: Her costume consists of black long sleeve shirt with a sleeveless leather jacket underneath them there are metal pads protecting her upper body to her stomach area along with combat boots.  

The metal pads contain foam pads so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable to wear. It's flexible so it would allow her to move freely as she wishes. The black long sleeve has metallic arm brace, her pants consist of metallic knee pads to prevent any bone damage from using her quirk. Around her waist there is gray belt consists of rectangle pocket on the side and the other side small oval equipment that she requested. Supposedly they could turn into medium size bomb with she compressed her quirk into them.

Scars: She has a scar that's a big X mark on her arms together.

Distinguishing features: Her dark hair and ocean eyes 

Extra: Wears her mother’s necklace combined with her brother’s ring.

Characteristics: Adventurous, curious, brave, persistent, caring

Strengths: Quick Visual Learner, strategic thinking, physical strength, intelligent, creative

Weaknesses: Sharing her true feelings. She rather bottle up her emotions. Stubborn, naive, reckless, trust issues

Likes: Dogs & Cats, music

Dislikes: Perverted boys

Fears: Death, snakes, rats/mice, 

Hobbies: Naps, drawing, playing her electric guitar at a storage unit

Skills: Observe their movements and finding out people’s weak spots or point out repeated movements. 

Quirks: If she is upset, she will put a mask on putting a fake smile and acting nothing is wrong. She doesn’t like sharing her emotions with anyone.

Health

Physical health: Agile

Mental health: Anxiety issue

Nutrition: not really good (Junk food)

Sleep habits: 8+ hours

Quirk and Abilities

Quirk- Gravity Manipulation

Explanation of Quirk: (Chuuya from BSD)

She prefers her Magnitude is a rare unique quirk that allows the user to manipulate gravity. Asuka has no doubt that it will kill her one day in the further future.

Level One: Control anything within eleven radius (touch and mentality) It took her one year and a half to achieve.

Level Two: Controlling her own density on her own body so she would be able to float, along with kicking and punching. Hitting anything that would it go flying. She could crush tank if she wanted to.

Level Three; Pro-Magnitude: Able to shoot balls that has pressure gravity would act as black holes of space that swallows anything it touches.

She has done it once, it almost cost her life due to the destruction of her body. She has no control of the power, Shouta would describe it madman or madness when she was in the deep using of her ability. She would lose her conscious. Her quirk consumes her completely, The only thing that would be on her mind was mixed emotions much as anger and sadness. A memory was cause that triggered her emotions. Whatever is in her path gets destroyed into millions of pieces. She had to get her quirk deactivated or else someone would have been killed.

She was in a coma for a week. She had to stay at the hospital for a long time in order for her body to recover. Some crack bones, and sore muscles.

Regularly if she uses her quirk too often, she will experience muscle cramps/ sore muscles that it hurts to move and dizziness.

Statistics:

Power: ★★★★★ A

 Speed: ★★★★☆ B         

Technique: ★★★★★ A          

Intelligence: ★★★★☆ B

Cooperativeness: ★★★☆☆ C

History

Ages 0-4: She grew up with Bakugou and Midoriya since her parents were good friends with them. She mostly came over to Bakugou’s household when her parents went on far away hero mission. 

Ages 5-8: Normal life, she becomes protective over Izuku since Bakugou started targeting him. She would always get in the middle of it. Her brother disappears when she was just 7, which is an unknown. 

Ages 9-10: An incident occurred which left her traumatized. She becomes an orphan and moves away. She was scared of tall men, after the incident. She was taken in by Shouta. He helps her to get through the rough patch and lead her on a good path. 

Age 11-up: Spoilers

Character Trivia

She loves food and sleep.

She isn’t a morning person. She is literally morning grumpy bear.

NO MATTER WHAT DONT WAKE HER FROM HER PRECIOUS NAP, she shall kick your butt and return to her nap after.

Can literally fall asleep anywhere

She loves dogs and cats

She got detention with Bakugou when they were 7 due to him picking on Izuku. They started fighting each other. Izuku tried to stop the fight.

She accidentally knocked out Bakugou with a pillow when they were 6.

When they were kids, Katsuki dressed up as All might and She dressed up princess. Bakugou’s mother has a picture of Asuka peck Bakugou’s cheek in their adorable Halloween costumes.