#but it is the highest building in Yokohama

[justsigma-bsd]

with the wind all blowing and the calming air. with no one to bother you.

sometimes, i...actually nevermind.

but...um...you okay staying up this high?

-🪶(@feathered--anon)

(i was thinking Mersualt (i think that's the location name in the manga) but i highly doubt it since he didn't say that he was trapped.)

(also it doesn't actually oversee Yokohama like his letter said, so probably something like a very tall building in Yokohama would be my second guess. i suck at names but the tallest that Yokohama got that looks out over Yokohama.)

"I used to run a casino up over the clouds. I'm used to high altitudes. Kinda miss them, actually..."

[darling--angst]

i’d like to request space song with dazai (specifically pm!dazai) hurt/comfort scenario,, reader comforting dazai during a breakdown or smth :(

Space Song

Pairing: Pm! Dazai x Fem! Reader(platonic)/Mori x 27! Reader

Type: Oneshot

Genre: Comfort/Fluff

Warnings: Long winded commas, Stormbringer spoilers/mentions, Dark Era mentions, Oda's death, mentions of war, mentions of Yosano's backstory, Mori being a bitch, slight yandere Mori mentions, kinda went off topic..

Synopsis: Dazai finally found someone who saw him for who he was and when his dearest friend died, he finds himself finding comfort in her embrace like a child being comforted by his mother.

A/n: Hey.. Please state if you want it to be romantic/platonic.. since you didn't say which one you want, I'll do the latter. Reader is implied to be 27 while Mori is 33. Reader is like a mother to Dazai. I kinda wrote this without thinking so I am so sorry.

Event // Pm. Masterlist // M.Masterlist

Dazai Osamu is the feared Demon Prodigy, the youngest underboss in the history of Port Mafia, the boss' right hand man, a genius; but deep down he was a child. A child misguided to do the wrong deeds, a lonely child used as a tool by others, a child who got affiliated with a mafioso at the age of fourteen, after an attempt in suicide. He was suicidal, a child at his age should be thinking of academics instead of how to end a war with another organization with the least casualties for his own gain. He could not see the purpose in living. Nobody saw him for who he was, it was never Osamu Dazai. Everything changed when he was fifteen, he met someone who gave him a reason to live for, someone who didn't judge him.

"sir, the boss has called you to his office" A black car stopped just beside of where he stood in the street.

"A mailman huh. I guess it really is important for Mori-san" he sighed, entering the back door of the car. It has almost been a year after Mori made him his 'witness' and succeeded as the Port Mafia boss.

The drive was silent, nobody said a word. The mailman was focused on driving and Dazai was looking out the window, observing people and their daily activities.

"We're here" The mailman said before the car stopped.

"mhm" He muttered opening and closing the door shut, and he drove away.

He was very familiar with the building. The five building-like-towers in the heart of Yokohama, the middle one being the tallest of all; where the Port Mafia boss, Mori Ogai lies. He reaches the highest floor and was eventually greeted by the guards, as he arrived he saw the boss and an unfamiliar woman sitting on the boss' desk, reading a document.

"Boss" He cleared his voice making his presence clear as the both of them talked.

"ah.. Dazai-kun" Mori shifted his attention from the woman to him.

"Sit down please" He offered while Dazai walked over to the small chair in the middle of the room. Mori made his his way towards another chair and sat down across him. She took documents on top of the desk after grabbing a brown, vintage briefcase. Making her way towards the door, Mori began explaining to Dazai. The only sound that feel the room was her heels clacking to the tiled floor until Mori finally spoke up.

"As you know Dazai-kun, the previous boss has returned.. based on the information you acquired from investigating Subarachi(?) city, it may have a lead on this 'Arahibaki' and by coincidence it seems that the Sheep King is looking for the so called God of Destruction" He explained.

"and?" He replied, clearly uninterested.

"He's suggesting that you work with Nakahara Chūya, if possible make him join the Mafia" She walked passed them, handing Dazai the documents she read earlier.

"Mhm, and you are?" Dazai asked before reading the documents. She continued to walk towards the door before Mori stopped her by ordering the guards from behind the door.

"Stay. (name)-sama" He smiled while she stopped in her tracks after hearing a pair of guards ruffle through the door.

"Haii.. what do you want now?" She let out a long, exasperated sigh. Ignoring her question, he explained to Dazai who she was.

"Dazai-kun, this is (name)-sama. She was strategist from the Great War" Sighing, she flopped down on a spare chair after he continued to explain about her to the young boy.

"So she knows about you killing the previous boss then?" He asked before glancing at her then to him.

"Yes. Now let's discuss this whole thing and why am I part of this?" She sat up, sending a glare at Mori.

"It was just as I explained earlier. The previous boss returned, Dazai-kun saw him personally so now that we have the Sheep King in our capture, we'll use that to our advantage by making him join the mafia." He gave both of them a closed-eye smile, Dazai put down the document and she gave him an annoyed look.

"That won't work" Both of them sighed in unison.

"Hm?"

"Chūya is too loyal to the Sheep. It's already given after all if he didn't, he would've left them to die long ago. After realizing his own potential, he would join an organization with a high pay; if he didn't have deep ties with them..—" She explained, sitting back down while Dazai listened to her.

"The only reason for him to join us for the Sheep's safety" He followed after hearing her explain.

"—It's not guaranteed he'll be loyal. If he joins the organization for their safety alone, there's a high chance he will destroy the mafia from the inside and save his little herd"

"Wait are you suggesting-?" Dazai's eyes widened realizing what she means.

"Yes.. We have to make them suspicious of him. If they notice they have been too dependent on him, they'll do any means to overthrow him and that's where we go in." She moved the white bishop on the chess board creating an opening for the rook, and continuing the abandoned game.

"After their betrayal, the Mafia comes in and will pretend to wipe out the Sheep. Chūya, after being betrayed will stay to protect them; so he will do a bargain to save them" Dazai moved the black knight, eating the bishop and now he was in advantage in terms of pieces.

"He'll then join the mafia in terms of the bargain" She then proceeded to move her rook from across the board, blocking the king's only path to escape, almost delivering a checkmate until Dazai's queen ate it to make the game a bit longer, but not to escape the inevitable fate.

"however-" Mori sighed but was cut off by her.

"since the main priority is to make sure the previous boss doesn't return so his supporters won't start a revolution.. you have to fix that first or else you'll get tortured, then executed" She glances at Mori before moving her rook to eat Dazai's queen, delivering a back-rank checkmate. Mori was in awe after watching his protegee and ex-lover play chess in sync, as if they were reading each other's minds.

"But won't you get executed too, (name)-san? I mean you knew of how the boss'really died, yet you didn't say anything.. making you, another accomplice" Dazai leaned into his chair, analyzing how he lost.

"I'm not part of the Mafia—" She nonchalantly responded.

"Yet." Mori's voice was full of demands.

"..tch. As I said, no." She stood up from her chair, giving Dazai a small smile before turning back to the door.

"Why?" This time he was more pushy for some reason.

"It's none of your business" She hissed before opening the door and leaving.

"Well isn't she beautiful.." He muttered under his breath while Dazai sat there with a fed up look on his face.

That was their first encounter. The second one was after both of them planned a strategy to defeat Verlaine. Even if Dazai didn't have any encounters with her that didn't involve work, he grew close to her. During their plannings, he was childish but she didn't mind. He felt comfortable with her, as if he could actually show his true self. She didn't try to exploit his intelligence, as she has one of her own, she tried to understand his view of the world, she sees through his emotions but she never used it to take advantage of him.

When she joined the mafia, her position was a strategist, even if she didn't engage in missions, she was valued by the Mafia because she was the one to pull the strings and by she was liked Mori personally. He had an interest in her that Dazai seemed to distinguish as love, one that he thought Mori was not capable off. All those who tried to assassinate her failed, because of Mori's interference and his predictions. Dazai didn't want her to die, not because of how important she was in the organization but because of his own personal reasons. He then became an executive at eighteen and met quite a few people, Sakunosuke Oda and Sakaguchi Ango, whom he calls his friends. Dazai finds himself looking for her again and again, wanting to see her, because of him, Oda, Ango and her became acquainted..

Oda and (name) was on a small talking about the orphans until Ango interrupted.

"I feel like I'm quite the third wheel here you know?"

"My, my.. I never knew you were sad that you were left out Ango-kun" She teased.

"Tch. I never knew you liked kids (name)-san" He tried to switch the topic.

"I feel neutral about them—I don't dislike them nor do I like them... I once met a child in the war, she was there as a nurse since her ability allowed her to heal soldiers... such a precious child—if I remember correctly, her name was Yosano" She faintly smiled at the memory.

"You took part in the war.?" Oda fiddled with his fingers.

"Mhm.. as a strategist..." She responded. Both of them stopped in their tracks before she turned around to face them.

"If she was in the healing section and you were a strategist, how did you meet her?" Ango asked, she halted and her eyes widened a bit before laying her head low.

"My ex-lover was a doctor, he was in charge of the nurses in the war including her. I ended our relationship because of how he treated that little girl and some other reasons... in the end, she was left traumatized.. I don't know what happened to her after it was over" She quietly muttered, remembering the bitter memories of the war.

"I see.. I'm sorry for asking-" He tried to apologize but was cut off but a faint voice screaming her name.

"Y/n-san!"

" hmm.? Dazai-" before she could say anything else, his body crashed with hers as he hugged her.

"I'm quite hurt that you didn't invite me you know!" He pouted before looking at both of them.

"Anyway! Why did you three look so glum-" He tried asking but he was cut off by his phone ringing.

"Oh. It's him. Oii slug what do you want?"

"What do you mean what do I want!? You suicidal waste of bandages! We have a mission remember?!" Chūya screamed through his phone while Dazai listened with a nonchalant expression.

"Yea, yea"

"YOU'RE PROBABLY WITH THAT STUPID STRATEGIST AND YOUR EQUALLY STUPID FRIENDS!" He insulted him while Dazai was quite taken aback. He gasped before he returned the screams.

"OI YOU SLUG! YOU'RE PROBABLY JUST JEALOUS THAT I HAVE FRIENDS AND A MOTHER FIGURE!!!" All of you were quite shocked but Dazai didn't even realize what he was saying.

"I DO HAVE FRIENDS! AND I HAVE ANE-SAN!"

"NO YOU DO NOT! YOU MAY HAVE A MOTHER FIGURE BUT ALL YOUR FRIENDS ARE KILLED BY YOUR HOELESS BROTHER!" He screamed, ending the call before Chūya could repriocate what he said and kill him.

"sorry about that, slug was being extra annoying" he smiled but all of them were still processing what he said earlier

"Dazai.. do you see me as a mother figure.?" She asked, coughing. Her words didn't seem to process in his mind for a second or two.

"Of course not! I only said that to piss him off!" He tried explaining, even though his lie was clearly visible; she didn't bother to inquire any further, not wanting to be nosy.

"Now let's go drink I'm thirsty!" Dazai exclaimed, heading to Lupin while they followed.

That was the last time all of them drank. She was sent away because of an organization called the Mimic appeared, Mori kept her busy for a reason she couldn't hold a grasp on. Soon, Ango betrayed the mafia and Oda died. The reason why Mori kept her busy was so she cannot interfere and warn Dazai, now the Port Mafia has a special abilities permit with the cost of everything that mattered to Dazai. She only found out the last minute, and she hates that she can't do anything about it.

After hearing Oda's last words he was about to leave the abandoned mansion until he met her running. She saw Dazai, standing infront of the ballroom door with his head hung low; when she reached him, he collapsed to the floor into her arms. His head was on the crook of her neck, and her arms was around him, hugging him, slowly patting his head as he struggled to breath.

"Shh... It's okay I'm here" Her voice trembled knowing that the kids along with Oda are dead but she could only focus on the poor child in her arms.

"He's dead... Mori-san used the Mimic to get that black envelope and he-" He explained between hiccups.

"I know" She whispered but her voice cracked.

"What did Oda say.?" She patted his back trying to comfort him but his grip tightened on her.

"He wanted me to save people.. to find a value in life" He bit his lip.

"Then go.." She continued to comfort him but he left her embrace upon hearing her words.

"What.?"

"Don't worry about me.. one day you'll find your reason in living, and you would be happy that you listened to him" She smiled at him as he slowly got up.

"Then how about you?" He tried with every bit of strength he could find to convince her to go with him. She got up too, now facing him directly in the eyes she said:

"You're still young, you would be leaving an environment you are never supposed to be in. And I.. My soul is already bounded to the mafia, if I leave with you he'd do what it takes to get me back"

"But still I-"

"Mafiosos will be here soon... Go to Chief Taneda of the Special Division of the Unusual Powers in a small cheep bar, he'll help you. Don't hesitate to turn your back, go" She quickly explained grabbing him by the shoulders with a tenses expression. His lips parted but he didn't know what to say.

"Just go, I'll meet you again" She gave him a reassuring smiled. Upon seeing her eyes, he nodded.

"Thank you.." He quietly muttered before finally leaving.

A/n: Damn that was hard and cringe.. just so you know I kinda got distracted by music while doing this I apologize... For the person who requested this you can go to the comment section and say if you want me to redo it because I'll gladly do so :)

[ma3mae]

MAEEE AAAA I NEED PART TWO OD YOUR "NO BRAIN, JUST HORNY" HC AKSJDJDDJ

Make a part two??🥺🫶Maybe Chuuya and Nikolai?

No brain, just horny! 2

Summary: Oh no! Your bf's acting all hot! What to do??? (Chuuya, Akutagawa, Nikolai, Fyodor)

Genre: fluff, crack, bit suggestive 🤓

Warnings: TO HORNY JAIL WITH YALL 💀✋

A/N: ANOONNN WKDJEKHFKS HERE U GO, SWEETIE 🤩🤩🤩 how can yall find rat man hot, idk man 💀 his parts rly short bc I CANT WRITE HIM so see it as a small extra 💀💀 not proofread btw 💀

Part 1

Nakahara Chuuya

😳 yall wanna get railed by this man, huh??

Cant blame u tho 💀😭 😭

honestly i think his reaction would prob depend on his mood, lowkey like rampo

Just that his reaction would be a bit more intense EHEH

idk if hes kinda busy at the moment and annoyed bc work is being a hoe, hed prob be all impatient like "Damn, doll. Im barely holding myself back as well so just wait a bit, will ya?"

As much as hed love to indulge u immediately, he still values his work yk 😔😔😔

ok yk what would be funny tho? Like he told u he'd be having a meeting at his work place and honestly, its not hard enough to know where it is bc its like legit one of the highest buildings (idk maybe even the highest???) in yokohama lmaoo

And you've been waiting for him to come back home after two weeks but noooo, he has to report everything to his boss 🤓🤓🤓🤓

so you're like "alright, im horny and been waiting for too long."Guess where we're going yall 😋😋😋😋???

TO HELL

Jk nah but we makin our way over there and lets just say they only know u as "the love of his life who def shouldnt be messed with if they wanna live" bc he'd go haywire AS HE SHOULD if anything happened to u 💀

Anyway we know when the meeting's being held so oopsie, we "accidentally" manage to find him in the hallway with some of his colleagues

"Oi, isn't that your girlfriend over there, Boss??" not only tachihara but everyone's confused on why u r even there??

Chuuya just whips his head around and doesnt know if he should just yeet himself outta the building or be happy to see you bc

YES

YES HE DID MISS YOU BUT WHY ARE YOU THEREEEE??💀💀💀💀💀💀😭😨

its especially bad if our boy still hasn't told you what hes actually doing bc no way in hell wants he to drag u into that shi 💀

Anyway you're just too excited so u ignore his to tomato face with a twitching eyebrow and you start to jog towards him but damn tf is that???

OF COURSE theres a bump sticking outta the carpet SMH SUE THE CLEANING STAFF😋

And obviously we all know whos gonna trip on that

But as embarassed as he is, your future hubby will make sure that you won't end up on the floor 💕💕

all you feel is a slight gust of wind and you can only open your eyes to see his gorgeous ones

"Don't just fall for me every time you see me, doll." LMAO thats so corny and he actually gets even more red when he realises wtf he just spouted out of his mouth but he couldnt help it 😭

Especially when hes holding you bridal style in his arms and you can feel him subconciously squeeze you tighter against him bc he missed his wifey

and we are just too whipped to stop ourselves from saying "Chuu chuu, i just couldnt wait anymore. Can we move this to our place? I'll be anything you want, even just a hole for you, mkay?"

HAHAHAHA WHY ARE WE LIKE THIS 💀

thats the EXACT question that goes through his mind as he just stares at you like 😳

But he cant deny that it made him feel hot, even down there a bit...

"Come in when you're done, Chuuya." is all you hear from HIS fking boss as he just sends the both of you a smile as he enters the room before closing the door

Help our man, hes so TORN

All he can do is take a deep breath, trying to stop his face from heating up bc its already hot enough as it is

He'll gently set you down but still keeps a secure grip around your waist with one arm

His gloved hand tilts your face slightly up and all you see is a sea of blue

Letting his gloved thumb slowly glide on your bottom lip

"You really like teasing me. Dont'cha sweetheart? Just give me 15 minutes and then we'll be at home. Honestly might scold you for your little stunt but it's not like you don't like that, right? But I gotta say...."

cherry sweet lips lock onto yours for what seems like only a second before feeling them on your forehead

"I did miss you pretty much...and I'll make it up to you. Thanks for your patience, love."

now YOU'RE the one who's face is about to explode and that annoying ass smirk of his isnt even helping u but oh well

He should be lucky that you're so in love with him and that his handsome looks always manage to hold you back from yelling at him out of embarassement 💀😳

He gives you a peck on the lips before giving you on last squeeze

"Only a little bit longer, okay? Will give you a proper kiss when we're at home."

He makes his way back but stops "Also I love you but please... wait at home next time. No need for anyone to see your cute ass here. Only mine to look at, yk.." the last part kinda gets muffled under his breath as he tilts his fedora down to hide his heated face but welp, ofc u heard everything 😋

Anyway, you let him go to his meeting with a wave with ur hand bc he did promise to make it up to you and your body would be tingling with excitement until yall get back home for yk what 😋😋😋💅

Akutagawa Ryunnosuke

ngl he'd make a similar expression to this pic here 💀 like hes fking constipated or smth

Give my man some time pls bc its his first relationship and he needs some minute to get it through his head that you feel sexually attracted enough to him to yearn for him, broo

"Can't you just... wait until we get home? Why now?" SKKSKS you think he sounds so pissed but hes just so confused 💀😭😭

lmao just came up with a ridiculous scenario

idk some random wannabe gang is stirring up some trouble in yokohama

And how do u resolve this problem as fast as u can?

By sending one of ur best men there who legit just slices them all in mere secs 😋

but wait whats that?

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

You just stare wide eyed at your boyfriend as he stands there infront of the mall, choking the living shit out of what seems to be some weird thug

"Ryu, what are you doing here?"

He just clicks his tounge out of annoyance and casually tosses the man to the side as he makes his way towards you

Stopping infront of you, you only see his furrowed eyebrows and the annoyed look on his face

But if you look closely, you'll see a glimpse of worry in them💕

"I could ask you the same thing. Didn't I telll you to stay at home? And specifically to not enter this area?"

You can only sheepishly laugh at his words and the huff at your answer wasnt that helpful

"Well, the mall here had your favorite tea on sale and I really wanted to surprise you with it!"

He just puts a hand on his face as you peek over his shoulder, only seeing whips and bits of rashomon dealing with the thugs while you boyfriend seems somehow unbothered by their presence, hell he was legit not even aknowledging them at this point 💀

"Let me just finish this real quick and then I'll take you home."

"But I still have t-"

A glare from him immediately zipped your mouth shut, deeming it unnecessary to argue with him any further since he could be very very stubborn

"Just stay behind me and wait."

If you had to be honest, watching your bf just casually beat the shit out of 20 or more men without even breaking a sweat made you feel really hot

He might be stoic, blunt or whatever everyone would call him but at the end of the day, he'd make sure you're well protected and cared for, even if it would take some nudges from you to guide him

He was a fast learner after all in every aspect of your relationship

And it wasn't until he poked your forehead that you snapped out of your trance, your face beet red and only for him to raise an eyebrow at you

"Don't tell me you got sick from just being outside for a bit? I really don't know how someone frail like you had managed to live for so long."

Harsh words yet the gentle press of his hand against your forehead was telling a different story

"Hm, you aren't heating up that much. But I'll still be taking you home."

"Can you stay with me then? Because honestly, watching that fight somehow made me really horny."

🤨 > 😳

"Are you kidding me? How does watching me beat the shit out of some random wannabe thugs make you horny?"

You can only groan at his answer but couldn't keep the smirk on your lips from growing as you noticed the red hue on his cheeks

"It's just hot to see how easy it was for you to just casually fend of all of them. Not to mention, that it's always nice to have a reminder what a strong and reliable lover I have. I'm just really lucky, I guess"

Ah, you smart vixen.

Always using his praise kink for your advantage and oh boy, he knows

But he just can't help his rising pulse at what your words just do to him

"W-Why-? Y-You-???"

Suddenly he grabbing your hand, he turns his body away from you, only his back in your sight as he continues to walk

"Ryu, are we walking ba-"

"Told you I'm taking you home. Someone has to make sure nothing happens to you since you probably wouldn't even know how to defend yourself."

"Aah, I see. Well I'll be sure to thank you properly when we're at home." 😋🤩

A hitched breath and his grip tightening around your hand really made it difficult not to laugh at him

Well, atleast it was nice knowing that you weren't the only one eager to get home asap 💀💀

At the end, you thanked him as promised and he made sure to make you feel safe as always

"Oh, thank you for the tea... I guess.." he'd mumble in your ear as he pressed your back against his chest, his arms tucked comfortably around you. 🤭

Nikolai Gogol

erm 😨 how about no?

Do u not value life?

Jk but his goofy ass would NEVER let u rest if u even show him a tiny bit on how horny you are 💀💀💀💀

bro's like "ew human desires, they only bind u" lowkey (not as hard as fyodor but yk what i mean)

but hes sadly down bad for his future or maybe already wifey so 😉 how could he 😉 say no 😉

like idk lets say for whatever reason u r also part of their rat gang 💀 and its honestly a big headache to endure his weird and annoying antics every day

But thats what made u fall in love bc u have bad taste 😋😋😋 same tho

is prob gonna tease u about that too like "Oh, Y/N~ So many men out there and yet you still chose me?? Either you're just very desperate or you just don't care at all! But don't worry, I'm more than happy to be the one who's on your mind all day 🤩🤩🤩" he says as he's casually bombing a whole building and kills hundreds of people 🤩

Thats for sure gonna be blowing ur mind for weeks 💀 IM SORRY

throw him into a trash can or smth 💀 jkjk maybe im not 💀💀

anyway back to the scenario 💀

lets say hes as always acting like the 🤡 he is and disrupting everyone's life by being plain annoying

Ok so fyodor threatened to kill him for the 100th time? Check.

Sigma's crying in his office bc he just escaped random pairs of scissors flying at him for the whole day? Check. someone has to cut that atrocious hair away, okur💀💀💀

Getting hit by gf after randomingly stealing kisses from her?

Che-

"But why won't you let me kiss you, Y/N????"

Dodging his attempts for what would seem the 30th time for the day, you hastily continued to make your way to Sigma, a box of self made cookies in your hand.

"You've been harassing everyone for the entire day as always! And don't get me started on what you tried to do to Sigma!"

You could only hear a whine as fast footsteps tried to outrun yours, you wanting nothing but wanting to somehow lift Sigma's spirits up since no one else would make their time to comfort him after the inhuman pranks your boyfriend couldn't refrain from doing

"But he's just so funny, you know! How could anyone resist not teasing him all day?!"

"Teasing doesn't mean endangering his life! Only because YOU don't like his hair!"

"Hmm, but won't you atleast give me one kiss before you go?"

"nope, never. Bye!"

Aah, you really shouldn't have challenged him 😨

"Well, then I guess you won't be needing that then!"

"Huh?"

A

"NIKOLAI GOGOL?! GIVE ME THE FUCKING BOX BACK!!" only hearing maniacal cackling quickly distancing itself from you, as he ran away with the box in his hand

Ah, he really was blessed with the perfect ability for him

Too stubborn and annoyed to realise his intentions, you quickly followed him, the urge of wanting to punch him pulling you towards him like a magnet

"A chase is what he wants? Okay, he'll get it." 😋😋

Knowing immediately that he made it too easy for the both of you as he nonchalantly laid on your shared bed, crumbs on his cheeks as he enjoyed your cookies, his mask casually laying next to him.

"You are more than an annoying child, you know that?"

"Yep but I don't care! Also how dare you only make cookies for your friend when you've got such a loving partner like me!"

A groan slipped out of you as you walkes over to him, earning yourself a "HEY?!" as you snatched the box away from him

"If you wanted some, you could have just asked like a normal person. I wouldn't have minded sharing some and Sigma probably not."

"Ugh, like a normal person? You know that's just boring~ buuuut if you really want me to then-"

You felt a pull at your wrist, making your chest hitting his as you landed on top of him, affectively stradling him

Both of your hands at the side of his head as you tried to lift yourself up, yet the arm around your waist stopping you, your faces only mere inches away from each other

A smirk splayed on his face as he wiped the crumbs away from his lips with his gloved thumb

Pressing it softly against your lips, the movement ingrained in your body as you opened them without any protest

a low chuckle at your cute actions as you licked the crumbs of his thumb before releasing it with a soft 'pop'

"Is that normal enough for you, my dove?"

Not letting the heat on your face and body stop you from throwing remarks at him, you merely stated "That wasn't asking, just plain seduction at this point."

Letting his eyes trail over your body and the hands next to him, tightly clutching the sheets only spurred him further on.

"Well, I've got your attention now, right?"

"You're lucky that I love you."

"Isn't it good to know we're both obesessed, dearie?"

A whine left his lips as you tucked at his hair at that statement, grazing your teeth across his neck before harshly biting on it.

"Well, then end what you've started then."

"Gladly."

Getting hit by Y/N after randomingly stealing kisses from them? Hair pulled, make out sessions and more after annoying them? Double Check.

Fyodor Dostojevski

💀 im dead, you're dead, we're all DEAD

ok jk he wouldnt kill u bc even if he wont admit it immediately, he loves u 😋

but why would u feed his annoying god complex like that 😨😨

but guess what 😋 youve always had bad taste so why not be together with a terrorist 🤩

Ur only dates would be either sitting in his stinky room full of computers as hes been sitting there for days and you're chilling on his lap

or yall actually go outside to ruin someone's life 💅

and honestly, what better way to confirm that humans r horrible af when he sees you get turned on by his horrid acts 💀💀💀

"I just took a life infront of your very eyes and all you say is how hot that is? Well, aren't you ruined to the point of return? But that's what makes you so interesting, I guess."

UGHH IDK HOW YALL CAN LOVE HIM 💀💀💀

i think it would be rly difficult to actually turn him on as well at first

Or catch him off guard tbh bc all you'd get is a condescending smirk of him just teasing you

He'll prob also just call u out about how horny you are but its ok bc he loves having that effect on you 🤩

"Is it seeing someone's eyes lose their light? Killing the gifted because the world would be purer without them? Tying them up and choking the life out of them? Or is it because I am the one doing these acts? Planning it all out, only for you to witness it? How about I'd do it to you, hmm?"I FEEL ITCHY AFTER WRITING THAT 💀

tbh it depends how "horny" u r tbh bc he'd prob make you beg for it first by just telling u off n stuff until you cant take ir anymore

Like if you want him then SHOW him how much you want him 🤩

he prob has not that much of a stamina but he'd make up for it with technique what am i writing rn😭😭😭😭

anyway you'd def be satisfied but he'd prob make you work for it first before tending to ur "needs"

im crying i hate this

😭

A/N: DAMN already hit 400 followers?? thinking of maybe doing smth for that, idk what tho. Got too many ideas 💀 and lmao sorry for the radio silence 💀 writers block and life, we love it.

[xxsycamore]

Hello there since Yokohama req for kink let's see two of my faves with your boy Size kink and body worship how do they sound ?I love them all and I already can't wait to read wgat you will come up with this time 😍😍

GASP i should've seen this coming!! This is so much like you :D Let's see if I can spark (more) interest in Napo for you with the use of your favorite kinks~ With pleasure, Julie! <3 Let's start with Size kink!

Napoleon + size kink

tw: includes descriptions of short/tiny reader

If you're of a way smaller build than Napoleon, you can bet that he's going to have strong feelings about that. What kind of feelings? Protectiveness, first of all. The more his feelings deepened for you, the smaller you looked in his eyes - like a precious creature he desperately needed to wrap into his cape and hold close at all times. That being said, the size of your soul is entirely different; your inner strength might stand taller than him at times, and he's not blind to that. He won't measure your disposition by your physical appearance.

Then his feelings for you deepen further, and he starts to notice how your size affects other aspects of his love for you. How it affects his libido. How the things he finds cute about you during the day are all coming back to him when the night wraps the both of you in its veil and tints everything in a different color... During the day, he laughs at how you can't reach that one cabinet in the kitchen, even on your toes. During the night, he lets you enter his room ahead of him and he thinks about taking you standing against the wall, just so he can tower over your back again like earlier in the day when he helped you out. During the day, you complain about him always involuntarily walking ahead of you, and he'll snort and tell you to grow longer legs. During the night, he'll stroke the side of your foot because he can't believe it's nearly the size of his hand, before hoisting your leg over his shoulder.

You might catch him expressing this infatuation of his, and you might think he's simply being a bully. All the times he ruffles your hair just because your pretty little head is in perfect proximity, or when he jokingly rests his arm on your shoulder, or when he holds up an item above you where you can't reach it without jumping in the air... you'll have to look for the signs of him doing this purely out of his love for the difference in your sizes, mostly manifesting through an act of affection coming immediately after this teasing. He's not kissing you only to apologize - he's kissing you because you're terribly small and angry and he's the big bad wolf who can eat you up if he wishes but he chooses to be kind and nice instead.

Of course, there's a certain area where he dwarfs you completely, and where the psychological enjoyment of it is highest - as well as the physiological. And that's when he enters your tight little hole.

Now, you'd say I'm biased for this part but my guess is that Napoleon is on the well-endowed side, something a little above average. If Napoleon made the difference in your builds strikingly noticeable enough before you moved to the next step in your relationship, then chances are you were a little scared of what he was hiding in his pants, and rightfully so... But don't worry, he's going to soothe your worries; the very first time and every other time when you're faced with having to accommodate him inside you. He's talking sweet nothings in your ear, making you cum on his fingers that are stretching you open. If you're genuinely concerned about the tight fit, he'll leave any teasing behind - any that is not for the sake of smoothing out the furrow in your brows, that's it, he has a good judgment of when enough is enough - and focus on reassuring you. Once this becomes a regular thing between you, once he notices how you clench on his fingers at the mere mention of exchanging them with something that's going to fill you up properly... He'll use this information for personal gain, I'm afraid. He's going to make you lightheaded with the things he says, and he'll find countless opportunities to remind you of how obviously smaller you are than him. He might make you watch in the mirror while he has you in his lap, his cock in his full erect glory resting heavy against your lower belly, knowing that this thing is going to disappear into your depths exactly as you see it in the reflection. And then you get to see that too, as he lowers you on his cock, whispering of how good you're taking him all the way in.

I'm going to take some points off though, because his strong belief in equality is bound to make him upset if your height leads to people disrespecting you. He's prone to overprotectiveness too and he knows it, so in order not to sound like he's underestimating you, he might do the opposite of reminding you of how small you are. He still finds it cute though, he can't help the hair ruffling for instance...

6/10 "Here, place your hand down. Do you feel me? I'm all the way in here inside you... Who knew your little hole could be so greedy, hmm? Alright, I won't bully you anymore. Just let me feel more of you."

-> (ALWAYS OPEN) send me a kink & I’ll give you a headcanon and rating for Napoleon!

🦶foot fetish 🥵breeding kink 🥕pregging 😈dom/sub 🍈breast kink ⛓bondage 🩸period kink 👄marking 🐺predator/prey 🏙public sex 🤗praise kink 👅 cunnilingus 🍌blowjobs (receiving) 🚪getting caught 🖐️masturbation 🥛lactation

[indigosabyss]

building on the "post-star plasma satosugu being sent to convince bungou stray dogs fukuzawa to return to jujutsu society aafter quitting to take care of ranpo" fic idea

Fuzawa has to explain to them that Yokohama is freaking insane. Has the highest population of curse users in the entire world, and completely overrun by gang warfare. There's a giant crater in the city blown up by a cursed something-or-other. There's a twelve year old future-seeing assassin running around and no one cares unless they're on his hit list. There is a man who is a cat who is Scheming.

yokohama's very existence is stressful to think about. and these two did not realize that until they stepped inside.

[anticidic]

Ahhhhh~ Belladonna! 🌹So we meet again.

I’ve come to sing your praises and gift you a rose as sweet as your name penned into prose. 😏

You move hearts, your art of words building visions beyond our wildest dreams; you could make anyone recite poems to.

But alas, my time here is borrowed (I can only sit in your inbox for so long 💀) and I’ve come with a challenge for you. Beyond the ocean and far away from fairytales, dare to inspire yourself and us too.

“❛ I would destroy myself to fix you. ❜”

#prompt heroxvillain sentence starter

(Everytime I see Dazai in your PFP I have to be dramatic 💀 sorry, not sorry)

THE DAZAI GIF JUMPSCARE WHEN I OPENED THISSSS 😭✋ This was so cute though, omg.

Also me: challenge accepted (gonna hide some of this under the cut because wtf I wrote like 900 words)

GRAVE FLOWERS

He would destroy himself the same way the flowers would come winter. Seasons changed. Leaves upon trees turned from pink to green to yellow to dead. They fell in piles where children jumped, and even now, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, the sound remained a little jingle in his mind's attic. The sound of the beginning. But his end would come. Only so much could be destroyed before nothing remained. Chuuya thought his heart concrete and impenetrable, but the cracks were there. The cracks were all there ever was. What mattered was how long it would be before it crumbled to dust and a wonder of how much more he could withstand.

A gray rain fell on Yokohama. The city soaked in it, cold and dripping. Waves hit concrete breakers, homeless huddled by the fires behind the fences—the cinders he tapped away from the end of his cigarette the last dash of color on the world. And there was Dazai standing before him with the same boyish grin he had the day they met many springs ago on the highest mountain peak, all alone. He looked a little more human than usual, and it could’ve fooled Chuuya.

No, it did. Chuuya smiled back. He couldn’t help himself even as he took a drag.

Mist clouded his vision, and he wiped away the droplets that struck his cheek. Once he smelled the earth and felt the dirt beneath his fingernails as he chased Dazai through the fields, trampling flowers and kicking up puddles that scared nesting birds away. He did it with a laugh so breathless his lungs were on fire then, and each time he reached out to grab a handful of Dazai’s sleeve with a ‘gotcha!’, Dazai disappeared.

And left him all alone in the meadow.

The laughter withered up and died and it hurt. Something stung his eyes, the damn salt of the sea, as he flicked away a stray tear. Wildlife returned to the forest: a doe and a fawn, their heads held low to the wet grass, disinterested. Sad, even. An owl hooted from afar. He felt the eyes of a family of birds staring back at him, all ten eyes in silence.

Chuuya sighed then and crushed the flowers he still had in one fist. He tossed them to the ground and watched how petals drifted away in the breeze, into holes dug by chipmunks.

Now, Dazai stood proud and tall before him. Unbothered. He had his hands hidden in his sleeves, whether by habit or hiding the ugly truth. Chuuya used to yearn for that burning truth, but now that it was his, he ached to turn back time to that one spring many months ago when they only knew each other by name and knew not the rift that would separate them from now until the end.

Dazai’s story would continue, ceaselessly, and Chuuya’s would end someday. He took solace in knowing that it was not this fine, rainy day, and smiled through that. Along with that smile, another tired exhale releasing smoke into the air.

Maybe if he sickened himself on high-tar content until it made his throat raw and he became dizzy, he’d see the most beautiful sight he longed for since they last saw one another: nine tails white as snow, dipped in blue. But for now, Dazai was but a man no older than Chuuya. An ancient and sunken ruin of a man where history went to die, and much as Chuuya tried to pry it from Dazai’s lips, words never followed. Chuuya wouldn’t like what the past used to be like, with war-torn buildings and roaring fires razing nature to the ground. But his mind swam, drowning in colorful visuals of carnage and men dying and horses shrieking, black soil. Dazai was once part of that forgotten past, and Chuuya helped bring him back to life. Though he lived for centuries, it had not been kind to him. The weariness in Dazai’s eyes came and went in flickers the same way his tails did. All part of the grand illusion.

The wind picked up. Fine sea foam lashed Chuuya’s face. And it felt like needles.

Today the makeshift consolations: the shared cigarette, the jokes cast out to sea as they huddled under an umbrella for safety. Today the embrace before hurting.

He knew this; he accepted this when their fates became entwined and now, they were a spiderweb of glass that was painful to look at—just two twin stars burning out in the darkness.

Wood hit cobblestone, one-two step, and he looked up to see Dazai extending a hand out to him, whispering against the downpour, “Gotcha.”

Dazai was not human, but he was human enough. Together, there were many more chapters for them to fill in. It began with Dazai bastardized as a thing of nightmares and today, it blossomed like the sweetest rose. He was a living memory, and Chuuya was glad to be a part of that.

[c-cw-f-saeko]

the depths of restaurant row (yokohama liumang headcanons 1/3)

hi! i still have less than a week of delusion allowed so who wants to hear my headcanons about the liumang!!! i shared this with oomfie not too long ago and decided to do more stuff to add to it :D

- east and west wings of qing jin

the thing about the liumang is that low-level and high level members live in a completely different world (as expected). 

an example of this is qing jin, the big high-end restaurant deep in restaurant row. only officers and higher ranked members of the liumang are able to dine in there without getting invited and it is known to be the place where a lot of secret deals happen. dining in there was common sign for the new and lower ranked guys of “i made it!!” 

qing jing do open up on many aspects that only high ranked members have access to. for example, each wing of the restaurant are entries into another level of the underground. 

until the coup-d'état, mabuchi and zhao shared oversight of each wing. zhao always had low interest in cabaret clubs and casinos so he took on the apartment complex. on his part, mabuchi wasted no time showing off his newly acquired second-in-chief of the liumang (and his prominent rags to riches story) by blowing his cash on women and co.

-> the east wing has tunnels leading into mabuchi's purgatory, a pleasure district and gambling hall, replica of the one in kamurocho.

-> the west wing has tunnels leading zhao's apartment complex, a three story building situated somewhere in yokohama which entry is only possible through qing jin.

- the purgatory (mabuchi's dream girl)

pleasure district mabuchi had built as soon as he became the second in power of the liumang. he had visited the purgatory of kamurocho before and wanted his own version under restaurant row. it’s maintained by the highest ranked officers of the liumang.

one way mabuchi revelled in his newly acquired notoriety and money was to indulge in women. he often visited cabaret clubs and spent on the most expensive alcohol. but for the the few times zhao came with him, the girls always seemed to be more interested in zhao than him. hence why he got the purgatory built, so there was an area he’d declared king no matter what.

his purgatory houses many different workers like (highly skilled in performing arts) female escorts, gambling dealers, street fighting competing in an arena, etc. mabuchi aimed to do everything on an even bigger scale and quality than the one in kamurocho. of course, it access is reserved to elites, tycoons and his closest associates. zhao always thought the endeavour was ridiculous, but left him to his devices.

since the purgatory's inauguration, lin lin was one of the most known female escorts there. as she was known to be a very good entertainer (lin lin sings very well, play instruments, and has a good presence). it didn't take long for mabuchi to fall for her. so, he did his best to woo and impress her by any means necessary.

one of the ways being how he named one of the business he was managing after her. it was the newest cabaret club in restaurant row at the time. zhao did kinda make fun of him for doing so much to serenade an escort; which at the end of the day would never accept his advances. however, mabuchi always thought zhao was wrong about that and they fought a lot about it.

(but zhao was right about it actually)

lin lin never really accepted mabuchi - as it was one of her goals to not get more involved than she already was (dating the literal second in-line of the liumang comes with lots of issues isn't it LOL).

as the coup d'etat grew as a looming threat over the liumang, lin lin moved from the purgatory to the said cabaret club. as it is a more normal job anyway and won't have to suffer the consequences of a potential collapse of the purgatory. she could easily play off sharing the same name as a coincidence as only a few even knew mabuchi named it after her.

mabuchi exiled of the city not long after that and relinquished its oversight to zhao.

tesso and zhao at the entrance of the purgatory

zhao introduced the purgatory to tesso shortly after he became the leader of the white mask branch, as a "gift" for rising in the ranks. it's at that point that tesso started to understand the world higher-ups (like zhao and mabuchi) lived in. this is also when he was first given entry to one of the wings of qing jin.

"zhao-san, what am i even supposed to do there?" "uhhhhh, how am i supposed to know," zhao answered, laughing. funny enough, it's not like tesso was a regular customer or cabaret clubs and stuff like that and zhao is the last person to give advice on that. tesso decided to have a taste for one night, to see how it's like.

this is where tesso meets lin lin for first time. seeing a new face for in a long while, she became his guide to show him around and let him know how things goes down here.

tesso and lin lin always share a drink for the rare times tesso spares the time to visit (becoming the leader of the white mask branch, he has less and less time) and they get along well until this day.

- zhao's apartment district

"tesso-kun, take care of this"

as he got into power in the liumang, zhao focused on building an seemingly normal-looking apartment complex that's connected to restaurant row through the underground. it was used for his assassinations 🤩 (there's a body dump in the basement that not the police nor the geomijul can trace back its origin.) zhao also concludes deals with his associates. given its construction, that complex is known to be the most private place in yokohama. not even the geomijul is aware of its use nor entry.

three levels of such alleys and there's an apartment of various use behind each door

in the midst of the coup-d'état and not too long before he left, zhao gave the key to his private apartment complex -- which finally gave him access to the other wing of qing jin. once again, tesso wasn't sure of what to make of it again being the only one of his peers to even have access to qing jin like that. zhao said he could whatever because he thought it would be a waste to not use the building.

(i'll explain tessohui more in another post LOL) but, following the liumang's change of leadership and transition into seonhee becoming the leader, tesso and seonhee got closer. then, he decided on sharing one of the apartment with her there.

given their schedules, this is neither their permanent residence. tesso has a few homes -- he moves frequently between restaurant row and isezaki road (subsequent apartment he wishes yua lived in), depending on the current job. seonhee is usually up in koreatown. they meet in the west wing usually when privacy is needed.

funny enough, every time seonhee has to get there, she's mad as hell 😭 all the way from koreatown with her sandals, her feet always hurt a lot. tesso says time and time again she should try out shoes like his because of this 😂

[queer-charming]

Hey! I decided to post some of the unfinished works I have in my drafts, feel free to do whatever you want with it! This was going to be a Chuuya x Reader that I’ll probably never finish, so here y’a go! Go wild!

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Part of you felt guilty, felt like you were being dishonest to your friends, you guessed technically you were, but how were you supposed to explain to the ADA that you regularly met with one of the top executives of the Port Mafia after the two of you had struck up an unlikely friendship? Like what? Were you just supposed to go up to Dazai and say “by the way, remember your former partner? You know, who’s a top member of the most dangerous crime organization in Japan? Yeah I’ve been having lunch with him every other week for the past 6 months without telling you.” You we’re sure that was not going to end well.

However, the fact that you and Chuuya had struck up such an unlikely friendship wasn’t the only secret you were keeping. You were keeping a secret from Chuuya as well, and that was the secret that over the past 6 months, he’d managed to make you fall irrevocably undeniably in love with him. However, being friends with him? Meeting with him every other week at a different restaurant to catch up? That was one thing. Dating him? Sleeping with him behind the ADAs back? That was a completely different thing. That would put real guilt in you. You weren’t sure that was a secret you’d be able to keep.

You let that thought simmer in your mind as you waited yo Chuuya to arrive, because no matter how guilty you felt, no matter how bad you felt about technically lying to your friends, nothing would ever be enough to keep you away from your favorite firey redhead. The restaurant you two had chosen was an expensive one, one that the members of the ADA would be unlikely to visit and one that Chuuya was confident very few members of the Port Mafia frequented. It was large, on the top floor of a 16 story office building. The food was gourmet and the wine was of only the highest of vintage. The wall to your left was made up entirely of windows, floor to ceiling, giving you a beautiful view over Yokohama and a breathtaking view of the ocean.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” You were pulled from your thoughts by the voice to your right, turning to see Chuuya, his standard perfectly pressed hat abandoned at the front door alongside his long jacket, giving you an uninterrupted view of his lean figure. You felt the smile naturally find it’s way onto your lips. You remembered the first moment you met Chuuya, months ago. It had been after a particularly prickly meeting with the ADA and the Port Mafia. Kunikida had spent nearly the entire time nearly coming to blows with a few of the members, Akutagawa spent the entire time antagonizing Atsushi and Chuuya and Dazai couldn’t keep their mouths shut to save the world. The only people there seemingly capable of holding an actual conversation had been you, Fukuzawa, Mori and Kouyou, while also somehow managing to prevent a slaughter. It was only after the meeting had ended that you'd managed to share a few words with Chuuya, he may have been an executive with an entirely dangerous and illegal crime rink but he still wanted to meet the ADA's new girl. Of course, you'd been thrown off a bit by the way he'd first addressed you.

"So what kind of brain damage did you suffer to agree to work with Dazai?" He'd asked. For a few seconds you had no idea how to respond, you kind of just stared at him. After a moment your brain finally caught up.

"Thrown from a horse when I was 12." You quipped back, sufficiently pleased with the look of surprise and mild confusion on the mafioso's face.

"Really?" He asked. You let his question hang for a minute before tossing him a grin.

"No." Apparently he'd liked how you responded to him, becuase after that he'd become much more friendly. After that, you'd ran into Chuuya again at a coffee shop you frequented, and of course, being the curious and adventurous person you were, you walked up to him. You were a little surprised when he'd recognized you, although you definitely were not upset by it. What was originally supposed to be a quick 15 minute coffee stop turned into a 3 hour long "Coffee date" you guessed you could call it. That was when you're biweekly meetings with Chuuya started, and the two of you had become pretty close, of course it wasn't the "I'll tell you everything about myself" kind of close, but it was nice.

"Run into some traffic?" You asked as Chuuya took his place across from you, almost immediately ordering his favorite wine.

"There were some subordinate's who needed some..." Chuuya seemed to search for the words. "Straightening out." He finally settled on.

You and Chuuya rarely spoke about work when you met up, getting together was supposed to be a time when both of you could forget where you worked, and the fact that you two were on opposite sides.

[silvfyre-writings]

Mind of Storms (BSD Fanfic)

Crossposted from AO3

There’s a storm in the distance, with dark clouds threatening to spread their wispy claws all over Yokohama, flashing occasionally with lightning that sometimes escapes the clouds and lashes out towards the ground, wreaking havoc with every touch. Like a forest fire, but instead or burning the earth, it’s burning the sky. Only, unlike a fire, the worst this storm will do is knock a few tree branches loose, and maybe steal the power of a few homes.

Ranpo watches the storm as it continues to grow and form, blinking slowly, from where he lays stretched out on the roof of one of the many skyscrapers that Yokohama has to offer. He’s not sure which skyscraper he’s on, nor does he really care, having wandered around the streets for hours on his own, no doubt walking in circles, but doing nothing to prevent it from happening. Right now, it’s just him and the storm, the rest of the world forcibly drowned out by the fact that Ranpo simply doesn’t want to exist in it right now.

There’s no particular reason for his mood—there never is if he’s being honest with himself, which he isn’t, because it just makes him more aware that he’s different to the society he was forced to be a part of—but the oncoming storm doesn’t help to make it better. It’s a feeling he’s used to, though, this feeling of… nothingness that chooses when it wants to make an appearance, and while he’s more than capable of dealing with it by dragging out one of his co-workers for some sweets shopping or casual drinks, sometimes he just needs to be left alone.

Like right now.

A sigh escapes Ranpo’s body, and he kicks the leg he has dangling over the edge against the side of the building absentmindedly. The storm is coming closer now, the wall of rain visible now, albeit not quite upon the city yet. But it will be soon, it’s only just a matter of time.

Ranpo uses this precious time to think.

Think about what exactly? He’s not sure, his life he guesses.

He thinks back to the day, how he woke up feeling a little more tired than he usually did, but that was normal after back to back cases like he and the Agency had been dealing with. It’d been so busy these past few weeks that everyone was working, including him—of course, he dealt with the highest profile cases at the request of the Yokohama police, and solved them immediately each and every time. Which would make one believe that the workload would decrease, and normally, that was the case. But for some unknown reason, the criminals of the city were determined to cause havoc, which was annoying because Ranpo just wanted to sit in his chair at his desk and watch his co-workers run around working.

Like all good genius detectives did.

But no.

Here he is, being forced to work overtime against his will. The only upside to it is that he’s been given more sweets than ever before just to keep him happy and willing to work. Which miffs him a little to know that he can be so easily bribed nowadays, but oh well, candy is candy, and it’s not his money paying for it.

He then thinks back to the last case he’d been on and solved, just a few hours ago. The third home invasion of the month that’d resulted in the deaths of everyone in the house. A serial killer with a strong penchant for violence. It hadn’t taken long for Ranpo to track him down and solve the case, directing the police in the right direction, and he’d even watched the woman get arrested. Supposedly, she held grievances against the people she killed after stalking them until they messed up in her twisted mind. Simple things, really. A household argument in which apologies had been shared afterwards got the first family killed. The second died because the father forgot to bring dinner home which was out of his usual routine. And the third was just an elderly couple critiquing the younger generation—as old people liked to do when they had nothing better to do.

And while Ranpo doesn’t usually care about the motivations of the killers that he catches, it was interesting to see that someone would turn to murder over such simple things. Most of the prolific serial killers in the world kill because they’ve fallen into the delusions that only they understand, or they wish to make a change in the world by killing those that apply to their agenda. Of course, there’s more to it than that, there always is, but in his long career as a detective, those are the two motivations that Ranpo’s seen the most.

Then Ranpo thinks to after the case, when Minoura had told him he’d done well, although with a funny look on his face that he now understands was concern. Interesting how hindsight works, and how useless it is. Although that doesn’t tell him why Minoura was concerned in the first place; nothing went wrong on the case, and they apprehended the killer. Maybe there was something about his performance today? Or maybe he’d been a bit more snappish than usual.

But who knows.

Who cares.

The first drops of rain hit at that moment, spattering first against Ranpo’s face, and then, as the rain begins to fall even heavier, soak him entirely in seconds. The rain is a roar, drowning out whatever sound remained in the city below him, and the thunder is more frequent; loud and rattling right through his skull. Normally, storms make Ranpo uneasy. The noise is too much for him to bear at times, and the flashes of lightning give him a headache. But every once in a while when the stars align, storms bring him comfort.

Ranpo isn’t sure for how long he lay there underneath the rain, staring up at the dark gray sky as it poured. All he knew was that there was a chill, and that his clothes were uncomfortably sticking to his body, yet he did nothing to try and stop it. Instead, he just closes his eyes, and lets his mind drift away, intending to just sleep away the night. A poor choice to make, really, when he’ll most likely wake up sick—or maybe not wake up at all, because that too is a possibility.

But then—

“Found you, Ranpo-san.”

Ranpo opens his eyes to see Dazai standing over him, umbrella in hand and his usual unreadable expression on his face; Dazai is smiling, but that doesn’t mean he actually is. It’s just a mask, one that Ranpo can’t be bothered trying to break through this time. He closes his eyes and grunts, making it obvious that he’s not interested in listening to whatever it is that Dazai has to say.

But Dazai is nothing if not relentless.

“Ranpo-san.” Dazai crouches by his head this time, one slender finger reaching out to poke his forehead. “It’s raining—”

“Wow aren’t you observant?” Ranpo interrupts, opening one eye to glare at the man that is both his co-worker and partner.

Dazai opens his mouth to say something, but Ranpo is quick to barge in before the younger can even get the first word past his lips.

“I don’t want to talk, Dazai. Just leave me be.”

Dazai hums and then shakes his head. “I don’t think I will. You never let me be alone when I’m feeling funny, so don’t expect me to do the same.”

“You’re the worst.”

“I could say that right back at you, you know.” Dazai smooths some of Ranpo’s hair out of his face, his face softening as he stares down at Ranpo. “You know I won’t push you to talk—it’d be hypocritical if I did—but at least let me stay with you.”

Ranpo sighs, and closes his eyes again. “Fine. Stay. But keep that mouth of your shut.”

Although he has his eyes closed, he hears Dazai move and just knows that the genius is miming out zipped lips. It makes his own twitch, a little amused. Then Dazai sits beside him on the wet concrete of the roof, the umbrella preventing Ranpo from getting any wetter—for the most part—and just sits. There are no words spoken at all, just like Ranpo has asked; it’s just the rain, the thunder, and their beating hearts. After a minute or two, Ranpo shifts, moving so that he can rest his head on Dazai’s lap, shuffling a bit until he’s comfortable and just settling down with the intention of not moving.

Dazai immediately begins to run his hand through Ranpo’s hair, slowly, and soothingly. It causes Ranpo to relax even more than before, and he lets out a content noise. This is true peace right here, one that only be achieved when in the presence of someone that truly understands you, someone who is willing to not ask questions and chooses to willingly sit in a thunderstorm with you just to be there with you. It doesn’t matter to Ranpo whether Dazai is there or not, but in the moment, where he was struggling just a little, he’s glad to have him by his side.

Just as he knows Dazai will continue to remain by his side when they eventually get down from the roof, and Ranpo wakes up with a cold the next morning.

[unlucky-qiqi]

Heyyy

Can you do Morixreader when yn is his wife but she never actually meet port mafia members, so one day she needed to take some papers to Mori when he was on work and on her way to his office she met Koyo, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Higuchi and Black Lizard squad but in different times?(she is pregnant)

Thanks

Hi! Thanks for the request. Sorry if this is long overdue :"< I altered the request since I feel a bit uncomfortable with pregnancy themes.

Mori Ougai is your husband but how much do you know about him?

When you first met him, he was in disarray and was searching for his 'daughter'. You helped him and soon your love for each other blossomed. He's a surgeon, quite a shady one, of the clinic down the alley of Yokohama.

He was a widower and he had to perform both the roles of the parents while taking care of Elise. The child would often call him 'Rintarou'. Is that his real name? A nickname?

There were times too that he had to meet certain kinds of people. He would clear up the confusion that this is how it actually goes in his clinic. Was there something more than being just a 'surgeon' of his clinic?

Despite your doubts and confusions, he'd always assure you. But, when you found out that he worked in Mafia as a doctor, you were worried but he says he's alright. After all, he said he was an important asset for them.

One time, you had to deliver some papers that he had left from home. At first you were scared, as it felt like you were entering a den of lions.

The place was heavily guarded. Checking every speck and bit when you entered. You figured your way around the building, mustering up the courage to ask some people there.

You saw a blonde woman in an office suit, among all the people that you can see she seemed to be the nicest. You tapped her on the shoulder, she seemed surprised because her hand was on the gun on her waist.

"Sorry, but what do you need?"

"Where can I find Mori Ougai's office? I need to bring him some papers."

She thought for second before answering. She didn't have the slightest idea of who you are and it wouldn't be worth the risk if you're a threat to the head of the organization. After all, even if security is at its highest, rats are still able to enter the building.

"I can't take you there as per regulations. However, I can bring it to him."

"Oh, alright, here you go."

You gave her the envelope. Suddenly, someone came up to her. "Higuchi," he said. "What are you doing there? We have a mission from the higher ups."

"But, Akutagawa—" "Do you wish to disobey?"

You watch a scene unfold in front of your eyes. It was an argument between two members and you wouldn't be so stupid to step in where violence might happen. Luckily, a kind woman wearing a kimono approached.

"What is going on here? Oh, ma'am..."

She seemed to have an idea of who you are. She dismissed the two of them, taking the envelope with you before they left. "I'm sorry for what happened, let me take to Mr. Mori's office."

As you've walked past down hallways, some people were glaring at you—some were tense. Maybe it was because of the woman in front of you, she was quite intimidating. You finally felt relieved when you came to a stop.

"Mr. Mori, someone came to see you."

Both of you entered as you've heard a 'come in' as a reply. There was another man in the room, he had a serious look on his face. For a moment, you thought he's the sibling of the woman with you.

"Oh, darling, what brings you here? And, it seems like you've Kyoyō."

He smiles sweetly but in reality, he was already cursing and glaring at Kyoyō for bringing her here. She could've said he was gone at the moment. What if someone outside the Port Mafia knows that he has a wife?

"You were in a rush when you went out and left some documents at home. I brought them since they seem really important. "

Sometimes, he really wished you weren't that sweet of a wife. He's thankful really for looking out for him but your kindness might bring you trouble someday. He looked at young man for a moment before speaking.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I have things to do so I can't escort you on your way out. Chuuya, mind doing me a favor and help her lead her way outside?"

With that, he gave you a peck on the cheek before leaving. Chuuya was quite tense when he was with you. After all, it was his boss' wife he was escorting. He tried to remain calm as possible while he brought you out of the building. You thanked him for his help.

"You're welcome Ms. Mori, as per the boss' orders, I've called the car to take you home."

A black car was in front of you, three people were there. A woman, a man and Hirotsu. You've known him for quite some time since he was one of Mori's guests in your wedding. You sat in between the two people in the passenger seat as Hirotsu drove you on the way home. You thanked the three of them when you've arrived back safely.

In your house, you've thought about your experience going to Ougai's office. Next time for sure, you'd rather call him rather than going to the Port Mafia building.

[justsigma-bsd]

"I finally figured out the highest building here in Yokohama. It's almost three hundred meters high"

[yuzusorbet]

Kikuchi-san’s book, partial translations

Akira Kikuchi is the trainer who accompanied Yuzu to many competitions in the past.  Since elementary school days, Yuzu has gone to his clinic in Sendai for therapy sessions after skate practice.  Last year (2019), Kikuchi-san published a book titled 'Strongly, beautifully, 30 Methods to train' (my translation from the Japanese title).   I read a Chinese translation of some parts.  Very interesting to see things from his perspective, and quite touching too, so I decided to translate them to share.  Not ideal to translate from another translation but I don't have the book, and usually Chinese fans' translations are pretty reliable. 

  *paraphrased means I summarised a few lines there.   *more info means I added notes for myself, and it's not from the book.

Chapter 1, part 5.  The muscles that were forged after the earthquake.

He became the World Junior champion, and also started school at Tohoku High School,  and at the age of 15, Yuzuru made his debut in senior level competition.  His 1st competition was Season 2010-11 NHK Trophy in Oct where he landed his 1st quad jump in competition and was in 4th place.   2010 Nov was Cup of Russia in Moscow, where he placed 7th. (more info: Japan nationals in Dec, he placed 4th.  Then 4CC in Feb 2011, he placed 2nd.)

At the end of his first senior season, the Great East Japan Earthquake happened.  (March 2011)

When the earthquake occurred, I was working, seeing 4 patients.  My home and clinic felt the shaking but were not damaged due to being on higher ground.  But very quickly, the electricity, water and gas were cut off.

[paraphrased:  Everyone was worried but preferred to stay on.]   I continued treating the 4 patients.  When they left, I closed the clinic temporarily.

Soon, people whose homes were washed away in the tsunami or destroyed by the quake took refuge in nearby sports halls.  When I heard about this, I brought a simple bed into the sports halls and did massages for the  people there.  That was how I spent each day.

The reason I did this was because I thought of my father that night after the earthquake.  He was a policeman and was very strict with himself.   He was upright and always thinking of the safety of others.  He lived his life for others and he is the man that I most respect.  If father was here, he would definitely go to the evacuation centres to do his best to help......

Giving a massage to people at the centre, I was just doing the only thing I could do.

Yuzuru also went through some hard days.

On the day of the earthquake, he went to his usual training rink 'Ice Rink Sendai' after school.   It was at the rink that he experienced the "shindo 6"  earthquake.  (More info: shindo 7 is the highest.  See this: robintlewis/what-is-the-japanese-seismic-intensity-shindo-scale.   On the Richter scale, this is a magnitude 9 earthquake.)

That child felt the strong shaking and I heard that he rushed out of the building wearing his skate boots.  Next to life itself, the most precious thing is his skates.  Figure skaters always put skate guards on the blades when they leave the ice, they would never let the blades be exposed.  Rushing out without his skate guards, he must have been very scared.

Staying 4 days in the gym of a school which served as an evacuation centre, he seriously thought about whether he should give up figure skating.

It was also figure skating that made him pull himself together.

His home rink was damaged in the quake and he lost his usual training place. His coach during elementary school days, Tsuzuki Shoichiro, inquired about him.  Tsuzuki-sensei is the one who gave Yuzuru his foundation in figure skating.  Before the quake, he was coaching at a rink in Yokohama.

Subsequently, Yuzuru went to Tsuzuki-sensei's rink to train.

About half a year after the quake, around October, Yuzuru who had returned to Sendai came to my clinic.  He told me about what he had been doing.

During that period, he was participating in commercial ice shows and earthquake charity ice shows all over Japan;  I knew about this.  "For the people affected by the disaster, I want to give them some encouragement," I had read his interviews in the newspapers.  In the 5 months after the earthquake, he skated in 60 ice shows throughout the  country.  "I hope that my activities can become strength for the victims"-- to have this thought, he must have pulled himself together.

"When I participated in ice shows, I could do some training if I arrived early at the venue, and the intervals between shows also became my own training time," said Yuzuru, looking straight into my eyes.  (more info: usually there are a few shows at one venue, eg. 3 shows spread over the weekend)

After such an unprecedented earthquake disaster, what had Yuzuru learned, mentally how had he changed, all these I was not sure.  But the moment I touched his leg muscles, I immediately felt his efforts and I almost cried.

Since elementary school, I had been seeing him almost everyday.  Even a small change in his body I would know.

The muscles forged after the earthquake told of days filled with harsh figure skate training, day after day.

Skating in ice shows "for the disaster areas", and practising fervently in between shows.  During the performances, he must have also put in all his efforts so as to "convey something to the people".

Moreover, the muscles developed after the quake were not only those used for jumping, they were also those for bearing the impact of landing.

Landing on the ice after a jump, the impact on the body can be a few hundred times the skater's weight.  To withstand such an impact, the muscles around the knees, the gastrocnemius muscles in the calf and the tibialis anterior muscles must be sufficiently trained.  If these parts are not strengthened, injury will happen easily.

In a short period of half a year, those muscles grew to such an extent.   How much jump practice did he do after the earthquake.  Falling down countless times and getting up again.  How on earth did he train to develop muscles like that.

Yuzuru's leg muscles are different from other athletes that come to my clinic. His muscles were not developed by specialised muscle training but were formed naturally though figure skating practice.  In other words, they are muscles that grew only for figure skating.

Until now, that child still mentions that he "does not know how to ride a bicycle".  In my opinion, I think it is because he does not want to develop muscles except those needed for figure skating.

The muscles used for cycling are the same as those for speed skating.  Speed skaters have cycling in summer training;  bulging leg muscles are necessary for them.For figure skaters, if muscles become big and bulging, the weight can be a hindrance to jumping.  But still, strong muscles are needed to do quad jumps and to bear the impact of landing. [paraphrased]

Yuzuru overcame the earthquake disaster and developed muscles for jumping quads and for bearing the landing impact in a good balance.

Those well-trained leg muscles are the external manifestation of his experience of the Great East Japan Earthquake and his determination to fight as a top skater.

- translated by me from this Chinese translation: weibo

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Chapter 1, part 6. Overcoming pain in the hip joint

The first time I went along with Yuzuru in the team for a competition was in his 2nd year of senior level, the November 2011 Rostelecom Cup (Russia) in the Grand Prix series.  Traveling with a team to an international competition as a trainer, it was the first time for me.  Not only that, it was also my first time watching a figure skating competition up close.  What a disgraceful old man. Almost everyday I listened to Yuzuru talk about all things related to figure skating but I had never watched his competitions live at the venue.

I saw Yuzuru only at my clinic, diagnosing leg problems, applying tape to stabilise ankles, this kind of interactions, the relationship of a therapist and a patient, I felt this was enough.

I had the role of a 'sports trainer' before, but not for professional  athletes. Supporting local high school and junior high students, I was already very content.  I had served as 'team trainer' for the swimming, baseball, and track and field teams of Tohoku High and Junior High Schools where sports is very popular, and went with the athletes for competitions.

Once these children graduated, the relationship between trainer and athlete would end.  Those who wanted to continue their sports career, some would leave Sendai, some would get a professional trainer to guide them.

"Rostelecom Cup is going to start, Sensei, can you go together with me as my trainer?" Yuzuru asked me.  I answered in a relaxed manner, "Oh, alright."​

As an athlete, Yuzuru was steadily rising.

"Whether it's an international competition or the Olympics, let me be your trainer and take me along!"  This was what I said to him jokingly when he was in elementary school grade 4;  I don't know if he still remembers it.  But this kind of joke has really come true now, so I was actually feeling rather emotional.

This was also like a commendation from Yuzuru for the treatment he had received so far.  "Well, it's just doing the physiotherapy in Russia instead of the usual place in my clinic," this was how I thought at that time.

However, at that Rostelecom Cup, at the official practice, Yuzuru injured his hip joint (the joint between hip bone and thigh bone).

The injury was treated by a trainer sent specially by Japan Skate Federation.   I was just Yuzuru's private trainer.

I understood the situation fully when we were back in his hotel room.  The treatment for the injury had ended but the pain was still there.  I was very sure that it was not suitable for him to do more skating.  Even walking would be painful.

"In this situation, it's better to withdraw (from competition), isn't it?"   When he heard this, he said with absolute certainty, "Whatever happens, I will compete in Rostelecom Cup."  Actually for this competition, Yuzuru must win first place in order to qualify for the Grand Prix Final which is for only the top 6 skaters of the GP series.  He wanted to compete, no matter what.

From that moment, I felt for the first time that I have "joined forces with an extraordinary world".  Yuzuru was so focused on the competition, "want to compete", "want to win", these desires were way above any pain.  As a therapist, of course my advice was to withdraw.  But as a trainer, I had to respond to such intense wishes of the athlete.

All I could do was to take care of his hip joint.  I also taped his ankle, and then sent him off to compete.  I knew the pain of the injury was still there.

But, Yuzuru, he did it....... short programme and free skating both were ranked 2nd, but his total score of 241.66 was higher than other strong rivals like Javier Fernandez and Jeremy Abbott, and he achieved his first victory in the GP series.

At that moment, witnessing it with my own eyes, I was crying.  Even though he received treatment, his hip joint injury was quite serious.  Any jump would be very painful, especially when landing, he would feel severe  pain.  In spite of this, for the free skate, he made a mistake only for the quad jump, the other 7 jumps were all successful.

For the first time, I realised it was such a cruel world that Yuzuru was fighting in.​

In the spectator stands were many Japanese ladies and they were looking at me with a surprised expression "why is this old grandpa crying so much??"  But it did not matter anymore, I did not care how others were looking at me, I was crying my heart out.  I was so happy..... really so happy.

That Rostelecom Cup was my first experience as a trainer stepping into the figure skating world.

After this, I did not accompany Yuzuru to any more competitions.  I stayed in my clinic treating patients, and sometimes I would treat Yuzuru who came back from travels.

​After Rostelecom Cup, Yuzuru rose rapidly at an astonishing speed.

For the GP Final, he was 4th, then at 2011-12 World Championships, it was his first time at Worlds and he achieved 3rd place.  At the age of 17 years and 3 months, he broke the record for the youngest World Championship medalist in Japanese figure skating men's history and ascended to the podium.

Then, from April 2012, Yuzuru moved his training base from Sendai to Toronto, Canada.​

Before he had overseas competitions, I saw him almost everyday at my clinic.​ We had been together for the past 10 years.  So I would miss him quite a lot.

But it's for becoming stronger that he went to Canada.  For greater improvement in figure skating, he made the decision to move to Toronto.  He has already "graduated" from my place here.

"Sensei, I'm going off!"​

And just like each overseas trip, Yuzuru set off from Sendai, and started on another journey.

- translated by me from this Chinese translation: weibo

This is the book on Amazon Japan: https://www.amazon.co.jp/

(I will share parts from Chapter 2 soon.)

[ethereal-blossom]

Hey, this is for the 500 follower headcanon thing if you're not too busy. Character: Chuuya Personality Traits: 1. I'm quiet unless I'm with a close friend and I'm introverted. 2. I like learning new things and get intense into my interests. 3. I often talk in a dramatic way (not gossipy just exaggerated expression) Appearance: I'm fairly short (5'2) and I have mid length and reddish brown hair. Hobbies: Reading, Exercising, Cooking/Baking, making videos Relationship: Probably Crush. Thank you!

a/n: ahhhh your traits are so cute! i'm late, but i'll try to make it worth the wait.

when chuuya first met you, he noticed that you were a bit more on the introverted side. however, he didn't mind. chuuya was extroverted enough for the both of you. he was easily able to bring your spontaneous side to the surface.

the two of you became very good friends. chuuya especially loved to tease you about the fact that he was slightly taller. chuuya found him feeling more attracted to you each day though. he found himself secretly adoring the way you spoke with exaggerated expressions. that kind of innocence always made him smile.

he especially was captivated when you talked about the things that interested you in that moment. the passion you radiated, that spark, it was something that chuuya could admire in a person and he loved it in you.

chuuya is someone who would like to explore new interests and new things. he would definitely support you to explore your new interests or to explore new things in general. if you have any bucket list, he happily joins you on your journey.

bonus point when you record all the new things you do together. it would make chuuya a little bit awkward first since he isn't used to it, but he absolutely loves seeing the footage back and eventually starts asking for it.

this man loves exercising, too. it's a great activity for the both of you to bond together and to have fun or relax. chuuya even would learn you some martial arts. when you'd decide to battle each other for fun, he would go a little easier on you and playfully let you win with a grin on his face.

and baking/cooking! so, chuuya knows how to take care of himself, but he enjoys the food in restaurants more than his own meals. however, he enjoys cooking with you! if chuuya and you decide to eat together for dinner, the two of you are both found in the kitchen.

but chuuya also likes to treat you and to take you out to restaurants. honestly, he would go all out for you and especially if he decides to officially confess his feelings towards you at the end of the night. i can imagine chuuya arranging a fancy dinner, taking you to one of the highest buildings in yokohama with the use of his ability to then nervously but sweetly confessing his romantic feelings towards you.

if then so, baking would be extra fun. baking is quite new for chuuya because he rarely does it, but you teaching him is so endearing to him. also, count on chuuya being extra flirty and bolder now he has confessed his feelings to you.

and i can genuinely picture a scenario in which you are reading on the couch and chuuya is sitting behind you trying to braid your hair or just running his hands through it. which reminds me to say that you're the only one who's allowed to touch chuuya's hair other than himself.

[kondo-hijikata]

My most knowledgeable Kondou knower, can I ask you what makes a Kondou RP blog an actual decent Kondou RP blog? What does it take to get this man on paper correctly? What are your tips (if you'd not mind to share!)

*blush blush* you flatter me. D: I can rattle off some info but it’s important for me to toss out the disclaimer: writing is based on interpretation so if anyone happens to disagree with what I lay out here, please go on with how you want to write and ignore me. Why am I saying that? I know how easy it is to see some random post on writing or characterization and feel demotivated. I’m majorly MAJORLY salty about how modern media snubs him and pushes him aside, so if you’re interested in writing Kondo’s character, I’m already supporting you.

As with any character, it depends on what universe/series you’re writing for but I think all the Kat-chans I’ve encountered can fit into some of the same qualities and share the same historical background.

- He is an ideal samurai through and through. That means he’s loyal to the core of his very soul to the Tokugawa regime and sticks to his convictions. He will die for the shogunate. He will send his soldiers to die for the shogunate. Protecting the Tokugawa is his number one priority.

- He has great pride in being a samurai and honoring what it means to really be one because of his roots. Though his father was well-off, he still hailed from a farming family which was the lowest societal class. Before the Edo era, shogun Toyotomi Hideyoshi banned the ownership of swords and other weapons from anyone who wasn’t a samurai. When you’re living in rural areas though, the government can’t protect you from thieves and the like, so farmers studied kenjutsu to look after their own lands and possessions. Kondo was dedicated in his practice and while his father was away, he (as a teenager) and his brothers stopped thieves from raiding their house. His talents were noticed by Kondo Shusuke from the Shieikan, who was looking for an heir. Shusuke went on to adopt him and therefore taking him from the lowest class to the highest. Amazing, incredible. You’re doing great, sweetie!

- At this point in the Edo era, samurai were said to have become lazy as there were no wars to fight in. Kondo rejected this and was dedicated to being what he believed was the ideal spirit of bushi. He was respectful in how he spoke to superiors and other samurai.

- He went through several name changes throughout his life. He was born as Miyagawa Katsugoro. Upon adoption, he took the name Shimazaki Katsuta. When he succeeded in taking over the Shieikan, he was known as Kondo Isami. Toward the end of his life when the Shinsengumi returned to Edo, he was known by the aliases Okubo Tsuyoshi and Okubo Yamato to protect his identity from Shinsengumi enemies quickly closing in on the east.

- He could be good-natured around his friends and had a sense of humor (yes, I’m talking about the good old fist in the mouth) but don’t mistake this for stupidity or naivety. He was extremely knowledgeable about politics and current events. He could debate and wasn’t intimidated to call out anyone on their bullshit. He had the ear of Matsudaira Katamori and even the shogun at one point.

- He was a born leader with magnetism who was capable of inspiring and commanding the respect of those around him. The first members of the Shinsengumi had sworn loyalty to him as their teacher at the Shieikan and stayed at his side for most of the war. Even after Nagakura split from the group much later citing disapproval of Kondo and Hijikata’s “egos”, he went on to build a grave to honor them.

- Speaking of Hijikata, a lot of media today portrays him as the main decision maker with Kondo as some frivolous figurehead who doesn’t know left from right. Pshhh, no. If Hijikata somehow could know his popularity succeeds Kondo’s in this age, I wager he’d be ridiculously upset. Kondo lived to serve and protect the shogunate as Hijikata lived to serve and protect Kondo. He was instrumental in forming the Shinsengumi and absolutely had say in many things, but that didn’t make Kondo irrelevant or incompetent.

- Kondo was a warrior. He killed his enemies, and a lot of them. I can sit here and romanticize about how he was a nerd as a kid who loved reading or how he practiced calligraphy at night in Kyoto, but it can’t be forgotten that he was a soldier fighting a war. He’d seen some shit. He’d done some shit.

- Let’s talk about the Roshigumi! Hundreds of ronin were rounded up in the east by Kiyokawa Hachiro. They would march to Kyoto to stop anti-Tokugawa forces (lookin at u, Choshu) in their tracks. Upon arriving in the west though, Kiyokawa was like “lmao jk yall. we’re actually opposing Tokugawa and now we all have to walk back to the east and have a battle in Yokohama.” Kondo, ever loyal to Tokugawa, refused. He and his Shieikan men stayed behind and troublesome Serizawa did too since he had no place to go. Serizawa refused to acknowledge Kondo as the leader, so they compromised on having both of them lead. We all know what happened there, Serizawa did a lot of terrible things. Kondo had to clean up his messes and make excuses for his behavior, while trying to make a name for the Roshigumi and gain enough rep to be noticed by Matsudaira. Eventually, he did gain that attention and from there, Matsudaira went on to rely on Kondo’s expertise and his men to keep Choshu down. Like his adoption into the samurai class, this was no easy feat and I’m immensely impressed that he managed to do this.

- HE’S NOT AN OLD MAN. ffs, another thing most modern media would have us believe is that he’s a decade or more older than Hijikata. Kondo was born in November 1834. Hijikata was born in May 1835.

- He was said to be average height (around 5′4/167-ish cm iirc?) with a very athletic build from all the training.

- The last Tokugawa shogun Yoshinobu (*HISS*) and naval commander Katsu Kaishu (*DOUBLE HISS*) expected Kondo and his Shinsengumi to either die off or disband after they fled Kyoto. When he showed up with his men in the east, they didn’t know what to do with them. Katsu then ordered Kondo to change the group name from Shinsengumi to Kouyo-Chinbutai and take Kofu castle where they were severely outnumbered. Basically, he was giving them all a place to die. They’d managed to get some promises of recruits which never showed up, lost the battle, and needed to retreat. The group then settled temporarily in Nagareyama.

- Though there’s no official confirmation, he was executed for a crime he very likely didn’t commit: the assassination of Sakamoto. A member of the Mimawarigumi claimed responsibility for it years later. Sakamoto was a legend in his home of Tosa and people were understandably infuriated at his murder. Kondo was the scapegoat for it. He surrendered himself at Nagareyama to allow the remaining soldiers to escape. Hijikata wanted to surrender himself at the same time so he would die with Kondo, but Kondo insisted he keep carrying their banner and leading the group. I’m not crying, you’re crying.

- His sexuality and relationships are wide open to your interpretation. His marriage to Tsune was arranged, like many were in that time period. He had concubines in Kyoto, Miyuki being the most famous. These are broad statements I’m making here that can’t speak for every person but.... Same sex relationships (marriage/procreation) weren’t accepted because the point of that was to produce children...but same sex relations (physical and emotional connection) among men were rampant. There’s historical evidence from a letter Kondo wrote that he was perfectly aware it was going on in the Shinsengumi. Shinsengumi members went on to say Kondo and Hijikata were two halves of one whole. Again, Nagakura built them a joint grave. You decide. I already have. lmao

- Whether you romantically pair them together or not though, Kondo was the most important person in Hijikata’s life and vice versa. They had an indestructible bond, not even severed by Kondo’s execution. Hijikata fought on to clear Kondo’s name after his death.

WOW THIS GOT LONG......

The tl;dr here is, if I were writing Kondo in rp, these are the qualities I would give him: committed to living his life under bushi code (which has likely been overly romanticized compared to reality but hey), committed to serving the Tokugawa, can be friendly with his closest friends but a little colder with soldiers/others he isn’t close to, knows how to fight, knows politics, knows how to debate and hold his own. Genuinely likeable by nature, has the respect of his followers, has the respect of Matsudaira after proving himself. Has fierce loyalty from his men and even after some leave the group, they won’t let anyone drag his name. Strong-willed and stubborn on political issues he backs. Reflective and thoughtful in down time. Reliable to those who depend on him. Quiet and calculating in groups but absolutely willing to speak up when he disagrees. And never ever ever forgiving of the Satcho coup, or anyone who supports it.

[kpopdancings]

FROM UP ON POPPY HILL - THE STRUGGLE OF YOUNG GENERATION

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  As a film from the famous Ghibli production studio, “From Up on Poppy Hill” must be the best choice for those who are looking for a beautiful movie with both photo and content.

The love of school age is always a topic that makes them flutter when turning on the screen. “From Up on Poppy Hill” a rare Ghibli work on the subject. Directed by Miyazaki Gorō, son of legendary filmmaker Miyazaki Hayao. The main theme of the film is the love between Umi and Shun, a love that is both beautiful and complex.

The journey to light up “From up on Poppy hill”

From the  beginning, this was a huge challenge for Miyazaki Goro, the wounded son who suffered an invisible pressure from his father, Miyazaki Hayao, who brought his life to the works. associated with our childhoods such as: Spirited Away, Howl’s moving castle,  My neighbor Totoro, … Everyone expected that he was “the second Hayao”, and that expectation overcame on his shoulder a huge burden. Until his debut Tales from Earthsea was released to the public, despite being well-received and successful in terms of sales, it was a failure when the work received a lot of words. Disparaging comes from critics. And when he decided to do his second animation, but this time he was making the movie with his father, Miyazaki Hayao. This unique father-son combination led to the birth of one of the Ghibli works that I consider to be worthy of viewing, From up on the poppy hill.

This is the highest-grossing Japanese film of 2011 with the proceeds of 4.46 billions yen.If you haven’t seen From Up on Poppy Hill, enjoy the movie now. If you have seen this movie or don’t care about the spoiler, Let’s start now.

Main content

Set in 1963, in the port city of Yokohama, near Tokyo. The drama revolves around 2 main characters Umi and Shun. Umi is a 16 years  old girl, energetic and courageous. She lives with her grandmother and two children in the family building, an old hospital that has been renovated to become a hostel for several girls. Umi’s daily jobs are cooking, cleaning, looking after the children and running the building while her mother is in America. The building is located on Kokuriko Hill. Every day, to commemorate her late father, who was a captain who died in the Korean War, Every morning she pulls colored flags that carry the message of asking for a safe journey for each ship.

Kazama Shun – a male student at the same school as Umi, is seen as the hero by a stunt performance to attract interest in the school newspaper – the club he joined after school. Wanting to get Shun’s signature, Sora – Umi’s sister asked her sister to come to the Quartier Latin. It is a very old building and is also the site of historical events and full of club memories. Here, Umi watched Shun and his friends devote themselves to keeping the building in danger of being dismantled. Realizing the sagging, old building of the building, Umi came up with an initiative to call the girls to come clean and renew it together. 

They gradually became close to helping each other in everything. Then one day in a meeting at the house on the top of the hill, they accidentally discovered they have the same bloodline. When Shun avoided Umi, after demanding, Umi also discovered that the two were siblings.

They  decided to hide their feelings and continue to be friends, and then one day, when the sun was still shining in the green bushes, Umi’s mother returned. It was also when Ryoko revealed that Shun’s biological father was Tachibana Hiroshi – the second man in the photo. In 1945, Tachibana died in a shipwreck accident. Shun’s mother passed away after giving birth to him, and relatives all died during the US atomic bombing on Nagasaki. Ryoko was unable to adopt Shun because she was pregnant with Umi, and was currently a medical student. Yūichirō issued a birth certificate for Shun in his name so that he would not have to become an orphan in the tumultuous post-war years that followed. Shun was eventually adopted by the Kazama couple. After being verified by Captain Yoshio, they rejoiced … not only because from now on being together and not worrying anymore … 

The film’s success is not only based on the content, but also on the profound meaning that is meticulously incorporated in the movie

  Image of  dynamic and enthusiastic young people

  The fact that the Quartier Latin was about to be dismantled at the behest of the district president was a challenge for the students living in the clubs in this building. Young students who are still day and night diligently devote their youth to research projects, they learn and cultivate everything outside of school, they do not hesitate to choose the difficult path of resisting directives to pursuing what they think is right.

They are willing to devote all their energies to renovating the building, which is not an individual’s work but a collective work of a team with so many enthusiastic people working. They try to the last minute, with only a little hope, the students here still make efforts to create opportunities, not easily surrendered. The trio of  Umi, Shun, and Mizunuma together went to Tokyo to meet the chairman, waited patiently and bravely asked the president to visit the building before executing his dismantling instructions.

Young people working together to save the club can be a metaphor for the country’s rebirth. Together With other students, they are the embodiment of the future Japan, enthusiasm and determination, enthusiasm and optimism, passionate love and foolish youthful aspirations. touched and inspired those of the same generation. The film recreates the spirit of a time that helped that generation to rise up to revive the country, heal the wounds of war in the past, protect and preserve traditional values.

 “From Up on Poppy Hill” can be said to be one of the most “Japanese” films of the Ghibli studio.Not only because the port area’s street space is faithfully reproduced in every small detail/, but also because of the strong and resilient spirit hidden in the characters’ personalities. They embody the country with determination, youthful enthusiasm and optimism for the future.

History lessons are appreciated without being cliché

Every effort comes from the thought: “… There will be no future for those who always talk about the future but forget the past …” that Shun raised in an argument between students. One detail I really like in the movie is the image of everyone singing solemnly and singing the national anthem of Japan. Never before has the atmosphere of national pride exploded so deeply, it crept into the consciousness of each student. Everything they are fighting for seems to be for the noble purpose of preserving and promoting historical and cultural values.

  “Eliminating the old means erasing the memory of the past”

Actually, this statement by Shun is very correct. Always remember that history is the connection between the future and the past, there is the past, the present, and the present, the future. Thanks to the cultural identities, customs, monuments, and historical records, we can look back on our own country’s past and take it as a lesson to rise later. 

Even the girls who do not join the club in the building, still spend time, effort and enthusiasm to renovate it, to give the Quartier Latin a new interface, with the desire for prices. Historical values ​​are preserved.

The story of a group of young people fighting together to protect the old clubhouse building /with sacred memories of generations of seniors is a metaphor for Japan in its renovation towards development. /Still fighting to preserve precious traditional values. /Through these activities, they met and gradually a love between them began to arise …

The pure love of the young couple

Actually, Shun still notices and responds to the signals that Umi sends to her father every day, but because her garden is out of view, Umi has not noticed it for a long time. The author of the poem about the girl pulling the flag on the top of the hill is also written by Shun for Umi. We can feel the sincerity and very cute before the subtle vibrations integrated. The scene of Umi holding his hand during the show, the scene of Shun passing Umi down the hill to buy some evening preparations, the scene where the two of them go home together and discuss the upcoming exam, or simply keep quiet and intently together. After completing the school newspaper, all the videos are lovely and gentle.

“I like you, Shun, even though we are bloodline, even if you are my brother, my feelings won’t change”  Umi’s words in the movie.

Love is like a Rose, sometimes sleep quietly, like Umi once buried in her heart … there is also a compromise between the pain, so go on or stop … /maybe expect peace , when the waves are quiet, the sea is together …/ and sometimes simple, reunited after days away. /Far away from war, distant because of obstacles, distant because of painful feelings … /but in the end, it will be as sweet as a child’s sleep, still meeting.

Family affection is always warm

Umi’s memories of her father are still standing, as evidenced by the flags she sends every day to inform her father at sea about the way back home. She still loves her father even though she is doubting Shun is his son. Or Shun’s adoptive father, who insists he always loves him like his own son, is willing to find ways to let Shun know the identity of his deceased father.

Both Shun and Umi are poor children who lost great fathers because of the war, but still cherish and are happy with their current family.

General conclusions

From Up on Poppy Hill, a work from Ghibli never disappoints from image to sound. The poetic and artistic scenes have always been the specialties for each of us, the films to feel the life, the daily activities from the  beginning of the film, combined with the melodies from the composer Takebe Satoshi, has created an extreme … peaceful atmosphere. 

See and feel the daily beauties of life, love and cherish our values, and constantly strive to dedicate living in accordance with the youth we currently have.

  Although building a love story between two high school students in the most pure, sweet and vague way, From Up on Poppy Hill still makes us wonder, is it the ideal type of love, when two  people have opposite personalities but a common desire?

[sweet-cynical-writer]

For some reason I couldn't shake off this idea that kept playing over & over in my head so I suppose I will have to write it out.

Scenario: Dazai has a realization hit him; He doesn't know what he really wants.

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WHAT DO I WANT?

The midnight breeze ruffled the burnett's hair as his blank gaze fixated on the city lights in the distance. He had left the home of a one night stand he met on a stroll of his. It didn't mean much to him since he would skip from bed to bed of different women. They were only there to pass the time but nothing more. He would make sure that it would never get past more than physical touch. No one truly could read what was going on through his head, nor could they reel him in to keep. Dazai wasn't an easy man to tie down with a pretty face or what simple words women had to say about wanting to know him better or how they felt that he understood them on another level that no other man could.

It was the same thing with all women. They feared being alone and craved someone to hold them. Stay with them for more than the one night. He could care less though, to him it was a pathetic excuse to get him to stay. When it came to romance he had little regard to the other's feelings. Sooner or later they would figure out what kind of man he really was and leave. He thought it was much easier and more beneficial to do as he pleased then leave before they noticed.

Dazai settled at the top of the highest building he could find in Yokohama. His phone kept beeping, recieving message after message. He blocked out the noise and closed his eyes to listen to the howling wind. It felt soothing to him to feel the fabric of his clothing rustle in the breeze. Then he opened his eyes to stare out at the moon. A waning crescent fitting for his desire for anything dissipating into nothingness.

What more did he want other than death? He pondered on it for a moment as he gazed toward the night sky. Hardly any stars were out, making Dazai think about how many things to look forward to in life. Obviously not many he thought dryly. Sure he could name all the things he wanted to do for his deceased friend. To protect the orphans and save the weak. Be on the side of good that helps people. But what did Dazai want?

The simple question that if asked toward anyone but him could answer so easily. It could be Fame, Fortune, Honor, Pride, Love, Revenge, or even the sake of living out a full life. And yet, Dazai was drawing blanks when he asked himself that question.

"What... Do I want?"

None of those common reasons to live gave him a spark to continue on. It made him grimace with frustration. Something to live for was idiotic to him. The idea of living out his life to fill his own desires in general was futile. Once he obtained what he would want, it no longer held any value to him. That alone was enough proof that desire was an ugly thing to chase. It offered nothing but disappointment and the sense of emptiness. A hollow victory that might as well be the equivalent to losing something important.

He realized that no matter what, Dazai didn't know what he wanted in life. The only burning desire he had was to be done with waking up every day to drag out his life. The one thing man feared and yet is so drawn to. It's irreversible and that's probably why Dazai wanted it so badly. Death wasn't too easy to come by for him, but once it is reached... The moment he obtains it; The value doesn't decrease or diminish. Dazai smiled painfully as a stray tear made its way down his cheek.

"There's nothing to look forward to in life but the end of suffering. Once I achieve death that satisfaction doesn't go away. Because it will be the everlasting feeling I will experience."