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[ultrasillygirl5]

[maybemins]

Dazai drawing :3

[yandere-pleasure]

'ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴛᴇꜱᴛ' | Yandere Dazai Osamu x Reader

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Trigger Warnings: Nudity + Degrading + Gore References + Generally Fucked Up + Abuse

Reader: Gender Neutral

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{ Prompt: Yandere Dazai Osamu x Reader │Bloody Taste Test }

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"How Pitiful"

Twenty seven letters, strung together, for an unmerciful insult likewise threat all the same, legs crossed over one another, he sits on a throne, for you a cold ground, in bare skin, of yourself, however in the exposure, you could simply feel delirious sleep in wake of want. You didn't even care over the exhaustion you felt, whether it be the injuries lathered on your skin in love, the brutal nature this dehumanizing act has had in the imprint of your normalized mine or reality, you couldn't tell. You didn't bring your hands to your skin, in embarrassment, dread, nothing of the sort, they rested atop your thighs, as instructed. Back straight, sitting atop your legs, gaze turned down, to the way of a worshiping stance, in some way of a mock religion, it was humorous at the very least ironic, however you couldn't even muster an internal laugh at the thought. The way your ribs seemed to pull flush close to your lungs, felt a threat, beyond his hand of touch, a warning even beyond him, to follow closely.

Cruel words, yet a sweet touch, a graze against the cheek with a knife, and yet you could hardly even tell the difference, much less even muster a flinch. Coo, and awe for a brand new toy, for the spoiled child, how contradicting this bittersweet feeling, gazing longingly, yet disgustingly to a brutally mutilated dog, reduced to human waste, maggots, and flies probably preferred you, over than breathe anyone could possibly empathetically, in pity possess for you. A deep brown resides on our skin, known as the male's eyes, one hand rests on his knee, while the other leans on the arm rest, allowing him to rest his face into his hand, a coy smile by a defaultive nature, held on his lips, a hanging man, does the silence stiffen. In the accessibility of time, you could feel the weight in your body, the bruises, the bones broken healed, then broken again out of some degree of punishable enjoyment for Dazai. You thought to count, to think back, how long had it been, what had even been your given name, besides the oh so endearing terms you were referred to as replacement. Bluntly it was all lost, had it been days? Weeks? Months? Maybe it was even years at this point, you couldn't figure, no wonder you were referred to as the broken watch, time really had alluded you in a punishment of a crime you never remembered of commiting. Carefully he walks, a delicate silver knife better referred to as a letter opener in hand, in bandaged hands he reaches for your left wrist, one slit from side to side, you pull back a wince at the tip of your tongue, softly he places your wrist back to your lap, reaching for the next, he commits the same act. You bleeding across your skin, in a blood disarray, the broken puzzle you felt.

"Do you taste yourself?"

Dazai stooped to your level, brown eyes gleaming, in a horrendous case of sick pleasure, in the hitch of your breath, the way your body tensed a little softly at his closeness, made the side of his face pulled to bare white. Bringing himself to one knee in front of you, one hand gripped your wrist pulling it to the starking ceiling lights, the red spiling against the sides of your arm, thus to the palm of his hand. He dug his fingers in your wound, enjoying the beat of your blood, gushing onto his skin, in the open array of him, his slender fingertips stain bloody, he reaches out to you, showing the crimson on his skin, fondly, with a twisted smile to churn your vision, in a grotesque state, of the vision of you.

"Care for a taste?"

As if he had commanded you, you stick your tongue out, ahead of the male, stopping ahead of his finger, as if for permission, knowing his twisted case of delivering of punishment, a weary way of carrying yourself began, in fear of his demeanor. Dazai gleams almost proudly, swiping his blood fingertips across the rough texture of your tongue, giving a nod of approval to taste the metallic substance. It tasted no different than anything else to you, it all sort of blurred in a mesh of hunger, there was no need for taste, what little, demeaning things, he had given you to feast. What traces remained he tasted for himself.

"Now then dear pet of mine, let's have a taste test, for comparison"

The terms sound endearing under different circumstances, pet, what an odd circumstance to debrief on pet names, comedic in its own sense, however it was no such case. Dazai motioned, and his order was already met, as if studied comparatively, the stench of blood, rot, and death hung heavy, in a small box, carried by two men, placed ahead of you. The dried blood on the sides showcased its belonging, yet you couldn't even muster disgust in your riddled, ruined body. Dazai crudely smiled, opening the small chest, you figured it'd be a small animal, however it was human. Crammed, in minced, ligaments, bathed, then stained in blood, that seemed, full of drunk, dead insects.

"Now lick it up like a good pet"

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[thataaabattery]

Every ship with Dazai

Is basically him harassing another person.

It’s true of even his flirting or platonic affection; he simply enjoys making it his mission on earth to be the most annoying bastard on earth to those he cares about.

I also stand by the fact that fyozai is just two these men being ridiculously autistic with each other yet their special interests are f*cked up just like them (not due to their autism but their character).

Soukoku is two emotionally constipated or struggling individuals with opposing issues; feeling too much and not enough.

Chuuya feels things but will deny it to his last breath. What Dazai feels he makes everyone elses business when inane but can show little when serious. He knows well how to hide it or use it as a tool to show. I.e: threatening someone with a terrible aura.

Do be aware I haven’t read many of the light novels including stormbringer (which a certain individual will not let me live down until I do). PFFF

Fyodor and Dazai just have no chill or shame about sharing their interests which freak out everyone else. They like seeing human reactions and find it amusing. 💀

Dazai stealing Chuuya’s hat will never not be amusing to me.

Chuuya is just like: Why would I desecrate a good dish with your incorrigible tastes?

[dazaisbandageschu]

I wanna eat you...

[qupiikaaa]

Dazai can’t do push-ups because I said so. I’m Studio Bones. Deal with it <3!

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[annonmaly]

I'm reading too much dazatsu fanfic the past few days and ideas keep popping in my head. So there's a soulmate au where the scars of the other would reflect in the skin of their other half. So here's an idea that is living in my mind rent free. The scars bsdDazai's trying to hide is not only from self harm, but also scars from the torture bsdAtsushi got from the orphanage. bsdAtsushi don't have the scars anymore because you know, tiger power. Also, in addition to the scars, the other half would feel extreme pain and toughts of the other. They both realized that they are soulmates but they didn't do anything because:

1. Atsushi thought that Dazai hated his soulmate for giving him the scars and pain, hiding them and all. He also thought that he's partly at fault why Dazai wanted to kill himself. However, that is not the case and the reason why Dazai's suicide attempts always failed is because whenever he tried to kill himself, Atsushi will always cry out "I'm sorry, No worries, thing will be better. I promise" repeatedly. Dazai is saved by these comforting thoughts and give living a chance. Every time Dazai gave up killing himself, Atsushi would relax and renewed his will to live. He cannot die yet, he has to see his soulmate and apologise to him face to face (but when time comes he got scared to come out to Dazai)

2. Dazai is guilty that he did not try to save Atsushi, he knew that he's being tortured but he did nothing, on top of that, he feels that his suicidal thoughts just added oil in the fire. Dazai regreted that the only thing he gave Atsushi in the past is more depression. In Dazai's defense, he didn't care about soulmates in the past due to horrible experience. Atsushi (who he didn't know when they were a kid) just grew on him, since Dazai was saved by the former's positivity and kindness many times. He always looked forward seeing the face of his comforter.

So yeah, they met, fluff and drama happened. Let's not forget denial, lots of it. So, ADA, who knows everything (because they are detectives by profession), cannot bear the drama anymore, made plans so Dazai and Atsushi could talk it out. But all of them failed. Even the ones where the mafia members was involved. Though through these failed plans, Dazai and Atsu found healing. It is a journey where they learned how to forgive and love others, and ofcourse themselves.

However, even after the DoA arc ended, there's tension between the two. (Yeah it's my HC that Dazai showing himself to Atsushi this arc is due to the power of love soulmates) So, Mori who loves playing the villain intervened and asked Atsushi to join the mafia in exchange of helping the ADA. This is a situation Dazai wouldn't let to happen, so he stormed in the mafia base ready to offer himself to join the mafia but he was surprised to see that Atsushi and Elise was having the time of their life playing. Confronation happened. Elise nagged the two and then give them time to talk. In the end Mori let them go saying that the mafia did not actually finished the job and that they owe ADA during the vampire outbreak.

Long story short, it's a happy ending. Also Dazai knows that the ADA plans that's why it always failed. But he had so much fun going with the flow. It's just sad that Atsu and Dazai thought that they are hurting one another but in reality they are one another's reason to live. Also, I always think that Dazai can't read Mori, that's why he only felt the urgency when Mori took Atsushi, and the moment the walls break down. Finally, Let's make this story a comedy

[colo-chancosplay]

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[suicide-with-dazai]

This night has opened my eyes

Dazai drabble - “this night has opened my eyes”

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Things i must mention:

-angst, angst, angst.

-mentions of suicide, implied suicidal thoughts and self harm.

- AU ~ PM!dazai to ADA!dazai

-probably shit cause im sad rn... but see this as a vent post too ig 

-based mostly off of personal experience and also cause i love the smiths

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enjoy <3 ilyasm

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10:42am - Oct 9 -

An empty bottle of pills clatters to the glistening and marble floors of the Port Mafia HQ bathroom. Theres never enough pills for him. In the whole world. It seems like anything he tries either backfires on him or just downright doesnt work. 

“what did i do to deserve this..why am i still alive” dazai barely ever cried. he never showed his sadness, only through dark humour or jokes. he made it a joke about wanting to kill himself but not feel any pain or suffering - in reality, yeah, its true - but not like that.. in a jokey way. he was serious this time. 

his doe eyes welled up and it felt his whole world came crashing down right then and there, warm tears flooded from his eyes as he slumped into the corner and fell dizzy. the cuts on his arms - the blood becoming awfully thin - poured across the floor, staining his pants and shirt. his head spun and he fell unconsicous.

the whole world around this poor boy - lost as he already is - moving on without him. noone any the wiser about what was happeneing to him right now. the cars on the main road outisde, the people living the night life in yokohama town centre, the ducks on the pond at the park, the people over the other side of the globe, probably having fun right now, all but dazai.

inside his head right now, nothing, in his heart, nothing, but his pulse was still there. a furrowed expression grew as he felt the cosciousness come running back. he opened one eye and scanned the room, the floor almost entirelly corrupted with his blood,but how.. how was there still life ?

dazai sighed, too numb to cry but too awake to be numb. why is it that he felt everything but also nothing all at the same time ?

it must have been 30, maybe 40 minutes before he could rise to his feet again, and when he did, he stared himself in the mirror and saw.. nothing. he felt asleep and awake. and then it was that the tears came back. although he felt like he only had control of 50% of his body, he managed to make his way out of the bathroom, the bottom of the door dragged the blood pool further. his arms dripped. the tapping of the blood splatter a rhythmic and hypnotizing melody.

fastforward another 20 minutes and dazai was about a 10 minute walk from the port mafia hq sitting on a wooden bench - on the pier, overlooking the ocean.

the moonlight and darkest depths mixing to create a tranquil and azure - glossy filter over the scene.he looked up at the mllions of stars, wondering when, and IF there will ever be an end to this. 

dazai pulled his headphones out of his backpack and put them over his ears.

the music immediately creating an atmosphere - bringing back that numb feeling again. the one he half craved - half loathed.

dazai, in that moment had an awakening. slightly. the suicidal temptation was still there, but something changed inside of him. it was almost like he was compelled to turn around. he saw a tall building, with lights on in the top floor.

it wasnt a choice. he HAD to walk towards it it felt like.

he pressed the buzzer on the wall, next to the door, waiting to be let in. 

‘zzzzzzz......ADA HQ, please state your reason for visit....zzzzzzzzzzzz’

“uh.. job interview”

the door flung open, with a smiling receptionist greeting him. the sadness remained. however, the numbness drained, he felt he belonged. for once.

you might think, ‘ wow quick change ! ‘ however, the overdose was not a one time thing, he tried it often but nothing worked. countless hospital bills and drug receipts. even more bloody blades and bandages.

its like an endless cycle of ‘im not happy and im not sad’

(lyrical referance)

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[ultrasillygirl5]

the 15 arc would've been better if dazai started junko posing randomlt and started to sing join us for a bite

[animestuff]

Dazai Osamu || Bungou Stray Dogs

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them🥺💔

[thataaabattery]

Fyodor is jesus confirmed /j. Asagiri told me as I drew this renaissance looking Fyodor.

(I used some cosplayers as my reference here).

[caninhart]

its ok dazai i forgive your multiple crimes s2