#c. akutagawa.

[strayslost]

In another life, perhaps Ryunosuke would've looked at Kyusaku and seen someone who could understand. After all... if anyone should know the sting of Dazai's rejection, it would be them. As far as Ryunosuke knows, Kyusaku's fate of being shut away from the world and imprisoned was all thanks to Dazai - and even putting Dazai aside... he's sure that, just like Ryunosuke, their life has been full of pain from the very start.

As it is, though, right now - Ryunosuke feels very little. Perhaps it's a sign of his selfishness, his true nature as a heartless beast unable to feel a thing for someone else. All he wants has always been the same thing - to find a reason to live - and Kyusaku can't provide him that. In fact, sometimes seeing them stings, when he thinks of how they've been rejected even in spite of the power they hold... if they don't stand a chance of gaining Dazai's respect, what chance does Ryunosuke stand, as weak as he is now? What awaits him at the end of the road he's dedicated his life to following?

Thoughts like that aren't ones he wants to face, so he pushes them away. But something is strange about his feelings today. Because while that blank, apathetic smog of nothingness he feels should have him turning away and leaving, there's something that stops him... driving him to speak to Kyusaku for reasons even he doesn't understand.

"And?" he responds to the child's question with an almost-empty gaze, something unidentifiable smoldering underneath. "Tell me... why would you come to me of all people for a reason like that?"

@theircurse ( starter for yumeno! )

[thund3randrain]

"So you were talking about that gay ship you like..."

BITCH WHICH ONE

[mercurymaceo]

Some of my school art and wips from the past few months :)

[remixablix]

Atsushi, after finding out Akutagawa is sick and refuses to rest, encourages him to at least try Emergen-C. Akutagawa (after arguing with Atsushi for three hours) finally relents… he then proceeds to mix the entire pack into two ounces of water before knocking it back like a shot. Atsushi is appalled

[unicornpopcorn14]

Oooooh!! How about the "You're safe now" dialogue and the "pretending to be fine" one with some shin soukoku? Romantic and platonic, whichever you like most! I thought about aku comforting atsushi, but it can be the other way too.

This is my shot, you absolutetly dont need to do this if you dont wanna <3 take care

Omg ranidaee it's finally here! :D Tysm for the request! <3 Here is a fic related to recent chapters' events!!! (Specifically ch119)

This was written before ch.120, so there is no (spoilers) Aku stabbing here!

Ao3 link at the end of the post!

Eternal Sunset (Of the Spotless Mind)

“It’s no use, Akutagawa! YOU’LL DIE IF YOU FIGHT THAT THING!”

“Who the hell are you?”

The shocked, well-nigh confused reaction he receives does not disconcert him, as the Divine Being he is facing propels itself to strike. Activating spatial distortion is no easy feat. However, his duty here is to protect, thus fending off that only serves it. He would take aim, he would strike, as he’d pledged.

He has but the slightest clue on when the young commoner he had rescued learned his name. Akutagawa does not recall meeting him before, certainly not a white-haired boy whose features are too remarkable to forget. And he cannot fathom associating with an individual frail enough to have been nearly decapitated but a trice ago.

Said individual who is yet to cease being the Divine One’s target, and is but rooted to the ground, gaping at Akutagawa with a smile on his face, simply waiting for the blade to strike him.

Akutagawa grits his teeth, hastening for the commoner he had just avowed to never let be in the face of harm, and seizes him barely in time.

“Agh!” The young man, who seems to be slightly younger than him in age, dares act baffled by the turn of events.

Proven a distraction, Akutagawa resolves to escort him to the safest point in the airport. There would be no chance in gaining victory with a helpless commoner around to constantly guard, and the young man seems to be in need of an intermission, given the tears glistening his eyes, and in the way his chest is heaving at an irregular pace. That is no fitting state for a battlefield.

Akutagawa wonders what prompted him to be a part of it at all.

“H-Hey, wh-?!” The young man questions loudly, wriggling atop his shoulder. Elucidating deems a hassle, thus Akutagawa settles on silence as a response.

A chortle resounds behind, hollow. It belongs to Fyodor, the most heinous of men to exist, as he tuts, ��Fleeing right as the fun begins? Whatever happened to fulfilling Bram-san’s testament?”

Akutagawa does not heed, opting to rush faster with the assistance of his armor’s stripes, soaring through the air.

“What shame. I’ll humor you this once, owner of the ‘blade serving the heavens’.” Fyodor mocks, voice remote, “As I have matters of my own to attend to.”

Akutagawa scowls, loathing the intonation of dishonoring his newfound status, and yet finds himself furtherly adamant to preserve the welfare of this white-haired fellow, as this is but another step closer to fulfilling his sanctified duty.

After all, the path of the knight paved before him does not merely obliges him to strike, but to also protect.

And protect he does, for they land in the farthest region of the airport, away from all the havoc and demolition. He sets the fellow down on his feet, assessing his ability to carry his weight before letting him pillar himself against the stony wall.

Akutagawa does not idle, preparing himself to propel back for no other reason but to pursue the potential annihilators of this world.

It all lies on his shoulders.

However, before taking a step, the young man clutches to his wrist in a grip that should not be felt through Akutagawa’s armor, but he does, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Is it possible, perhaps, that he wields more strength than meets the eye?

His inward question is discarded as he is prompted to turn round, unsure of why he was halted.

“You are safe now. There is no need to fret.” Akutagawa reassures, and he isn’t one to declare meaningless words. The young man is safe, as the Divine One is unable target someone Fyodor cannot see.

Akutagawa will make certain he is the only thing in that heinous man’s sight.

Once he comprehends whatever this lad is asking of him.

“I-I know…” Said lad nods, a smile on his lips, yet there is something about it that is fickle. Not necessarily disingenuous-- quite the opposite, mayhap. He is directing a look that Akutagawa cannot decipher, a mixture of emotions so potent, oscillating between grief, ecstasy, hope and delirium.

It's illogical.

And it should not affect him one bit. He is not acquainted with this crying, sniveling commoner. The only reason they're alone is to keep nothing that would divert his attention in the battlefield.

Then why does his heart twinge all the same?

No matter, it is only nugatory meddling here.

“I am obliged to pursue Dostoyevsky. I will not be stopped.” He says, prepared to unsheathe his sword if provoked. What else should this man need from him but protection Akutagawa has already provided? Surely he isn’t frightened by being left alone, is he?

"I know, just wait- let me take a breather.” His obstacle says, unoccupied hand wiping vigorously at his eyes, “I’m coming with you…"

He… wishes to join him?

Akutagawa frowns in disapprovement.

He finds the concept absurd. What use would this man be but a hindrance? What even makes him assume he is capable of touching Ameno Gozen, let alone defeating it?  

No, he has to rebound as one, fulfill his duty alone as he’d pledged by the sword. He will not imperil the entire world for the sake of a folly lad’s wish.

It all lies on his shoulders, he reminds.

"Do not be mistaken. I have ushered us here for a reason." He all but blankly points out, to which the silver-haired shakes his head. Akutagawa’s eyes descend, "You do not seem to be going anywhere with those shaky limbs."

It is but the plainest of observations. The young man’s legs appear to be scarcely holding his weight, along with his arms unsteady with each motion. Though he does not appear injured, nor with open wounds, something is sending quakes down his shoulders, his knees. Persistent and powerful.

Akutagawa is not sure what.

There is no time to ponder, however, for the world is at stake. He repeats his stance, prepares himself to soar once more.

He isn't expecting the lad to dispute any further. One should fear their demise, after all. Faced with such a formidable opponent. A being beyond reality. Beyond comprehension.

And yet, to his surprise, the clutch grows firmer. Iron-like. It effectively stops his tracks dead.

"No- I’m coming.” The silver-haired commoner grows desperate, shaking his head repeatedly, “Just a minute, I promise."

He asserts both boldly and shakily. Two extremes that should not meet in the middle.

Akutagawa perceives the rapid rise and fall of the other’s chest, the way he is desperate to cling onto composure, though it is slipping from his wet fingers swifter than a knight’s strike.

“You’d need more.”

The other grits his teeth, “I’m fine. I can fight-”

"And what ability do you possess that would allow you to contend against a being outwith your conception-"

"You know what my ability is.” He exclaims, “It’s all you call me by, for God’s sake!"

The claim reverberates around them, and Akutagawa remains indifferent against the outburst, seeing as it’s mere nonsense. He simply scrutinizes the fickle form of the one before him, before saying,

"I suggest sitting down."

It does not appease the vexed lad, as he bristles further.

“I won’t, Akutagawa.” He lastly relinquishes Akutagawa’s upper arm, “So don’t keep trying.”

"You are apparently stubborn.” And oddly forthright, though Akutagawa does not grant him the prospective satisfaction in divulging this.

"You're underestimating me." The fellow points out in a breathy intonation, piercing him with obstinate eyes. Sunsets.

"There is nothing to estimate. I do not know you." At the words, the sunsets lose their glimmer. Akutagawa does not dwell on it, "But I can draw conclusions based on what is apparent before me. You are shaking. You are tired. You should sit."

The young man seems like he is about to complain again, but Akutagawa prompts him this time, pushing his shoulders down gently.

His statements are proven as the lad nearly collapses under the light inducement, which instigates Akutagawa to lower himself as well, so as to not let the other keel over.

Settled on a knee, Akutagawa lets go of the trembling young man, and observes. He seems to have lost his spirit courtesy of what Akutagawa’s last said, granting him with a look he cannot decipher. Edging on assessment, though mixed with hurt and gradual devastation.

Then the young man’s lower lip quivers, and he leans towards him with his arms outstretched. His voice is piping as he questions,

"C-Can I...?"

Akutagawa does not get what he is insinuating, but there isn't something that should faze him, which is why he nods in place of demanding an explanation.

"Whatever it may be, make haste.”

And indeed he does.

Akutagawa is instantaneously pulled forward, arms entrapping his neck rapider than he could perceive. It solidifies his suspicion of this fellow possessing physical capabilities far beyond what he’d originally thought, given his agile maneuver that could nearly surpass Akutagawa’s, a daring knight.

Those thoughts are dismissed rather hastily once Akutagawa recognizes this as an embrace. It causes him to stiffen slightly, aimlessly wander his hands, and get the sudden desire to reach for his sword, though it dissipates.

He is being embraced by a stranger, who somehow believes he knows him, adamant about it, even.

Which is one reason he considers drawing away. There are more important matters that require his attention—the fate of the entire globe, for that matter.

Something about the way the young man clings onto the fabric he's manipulating, however, tells Akutagawa that he is in dire need of this.

And what is a knight’s duty but to serve?

Alas, he can spare this minute. Lightly, Akutagawa touches the other’s back, who burrows into his neck, heaving irregularly.

"Everyone’s… everyone’s suddenly gone. And then you come back… just as gone as them.” He croaks, voice muffled while he clutches further.

Though sounding as if he is sobbing, Akutagawa cannot feel any tears soaking his armor, which makes him believe the lad is only at the brink of it, reining in his composure by sheer will alone.

“I am not gone. You need not be afraid, you are safe.” Akutagawa speaks lowly as he pats, unsure.

It takes five more seconds for the young man to draw back, and Akutagawa clears his throat, averting his eyes momentarily. He tries to regard what’s occurred as yet another odd behavior the young man seems to exhibit towards him…

Though something is rumbling in his chest, faraway. A remnant of a sensation from a past life.

How peculiar.

“Sorry, sorry.” The lad sniffs, smiling a little, “This is probably so weird to you.”

"Indeed." He confirms, "I have always assumed it was common to introduce yourself by name first.”

"Right- uhh.” He stammers, “It's Atsushi. Atsushi Nakajima."

Akutagawa nods sincerely, vowing to remember it. Which he is certain will not be a grueling task, given that the name fits this silver-haired, sunset eyed boy perfectly.

A part in him somehow expected him to own this exact name, even…

"Nakajima-kun." It rolls nicely off the tongue.

Atushi recoils minutely, before the sunsets glimmer again, brighter than ever before.

“Wow.” He breathes, full of sentiment, “Never called me by my first name before.”

And it is right here, that the dam breaks.

He is crying.

He is crying, staring at him, but he is also smiling, as if all the answers to the universe lie on his shoulders. And they do, he reminds himself. That is the reason he is here, after all, to slaughter the divine being, put an end to Dostoyevsky’s reign.

Yet, by one means or the other, Akutagawa does not perceive it as weakness. He recognizes the look of a man who has been through so much in so little time, holding himself from breaking at the seams with all his might.

For the sake of aiding in a battle that might be his last.

For the sake of this world he does not wish to lose.

And it is beyond honorable.

Akutagawa has decided. He stands up, unsheathes his sword, and points it directly at the other’s face.

Atsushi does not flinch.

“Very well, Nakajima-kun.” Akutagawa says, pleased, "If you wish to accompany me on my pursuit for respite, prove your worth. Do not get in my way. I will not save your skin.”

Atsushi blinks twice, before smiling relievedly, standing as well,

"Never change, Akutagawa..."

Dostoyevsky lies await somewhere, with the Divine One secure by his side, an incomprehensible threat that no being shall graze, a mere flick of the wrist capable of enslaving billions under its mercy.

But his chest is light, as he steps onto the battlefield, Rashomon transforming his armor into mighty blades. And with Atsushi beside him, baring his claws, it strangely feels right.

Familiar.

Perfect.

*Evil giggling* I rly thought this was how things would play out, and then 120 happened and BAM! All my dreams shattered fkjwbfk

Hope you enjoyed, ranidaee!!! I enjoyed writing this a ton!! <33

The fic's on Ao3 too yayyyy

[jewishranpo]

ranpo NPD

akutagawa NPD

dazai ASPD

fyodor ASPD

poe BPD

kunikida OCPD

nikolai HPD

[inkykeiji]

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[toastandturnip]

sskk where Atsushi tells Akutagawa that he's allergic to like, peanuts or something and Akutagawa says "pathetic" or some shit and then they go about their day. but then the next time Atsushi majorly pisses Akutagawa off, he eats like, a jar of peanut butter 10 minutes prior to them hooking up

[fleurdeminuitflower]

Shin Soukoku - After the end of the world is stopped.

During the first few months, Atsushi cannot -for the life of him- hear the words "fool" coming out of Akutagawa's lips. It will send him spiralling, it's bad. Akutagawa is annoyed, he can't work properly with a scaredy cat instead of the weretiger he is supposed to be paired with. So, he stops calling him a fool altogether - at least for the moment. Idiot will have to suffice.

[artheresy]

I know they'll probably end up putting something, but honestly? My ideal vision for Season 5 of Bsd would there being no light novel adaption at the beginning of the season like the past three

I don't know quite which one of them would really even fit the current arc of the anime, I don't think any of them quite fit too well especially not enough to cut a space in-between where the season ended and where the next one will start

Plus I mean, the anime will basically be caught up with the manga at that point so not adapting a light novel in season 5 leaves more room for adapting them after while waiting for the manga to get far enough to have new content for the anime

Its wishful thinking honestly and I highly doubt that Bones wouldn't try to keep fitting the formula they've already set up in the past three seasons, but I can dream 😞 God can I dream

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Akutagawa Eiji and Hanaoka Hisako "Point of No Return": Part II

[Part 1]

[strayslost]

The coughs that erupt violently from Ryuunosuke as he stumbles, barely able to keep his balance, are more painful than anything he's ever felt before.

Ryuunosuke is no stranger to pain - he knows it intimately, and it never leaves his side for long. So for a thought like that to cross his mind is no joke. Fortuately, the agony soon subsides as quickly as it came on; not leaving him entirely, but loosening it's grip on him until it becomes something he's more familiar with once more.

Still coughing, legs buckled inwards and grasping a hand against a wall for balance, Ryuunosuke can't help but feel grateful that Gin was the only one to see this. If it were anyone else... the thought alone makes him feel ill with disgust turned inwards, but if it's Gin - it's different. It always has been.

He's sure she must be worried. And she has good reason to be - the weight of the knowledge Ryuunosuke now possesses and the secrets held within him are heavy, barely believable even to himself, though he knows that they're real as surely as there are bones under his skin and blood in his veins. But he can't say everything at once. Instead, even though his mind is still racing and he can hear the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, he waits until he's recovered and stable enough to speak.

"...Gin... There's no need for concern. I'm- fine."

@memoryextrction ( starter for gin! )

[kyouka-supremacy]

I've literally reached the point where whenever Chuuya shows up in ss/kk fics I actually root for Akutagawa to end up with him instead

[zukkaoru]

[ID: three panels from the Bungou Stray Dogs manga. the first shows Dazai, smiling as he says, "You'll save him [Atsushi]. the second shows Akutagawa, a conflicted expression on his face. the third panel, below the first two, shows Dazai smiling again as he tells Akutagawa, "You know the reason yourself, don't you?" /end ID.]

UM HELLO?????????????????

[9741ko]

" Um exelente dia para um homicídio. Dá para sentir no ar... "

[akutagawacide]

wanted 2 tell u, even if i haven't been around for long (oof how do i make friends on tumblr dot com) (maybe i should post my writing occasionally lol) that i visit ur blog every time i find myself online. luv u <333 (also, jsut wanted to add, pls don't feel like you need to really finish my frosted fairytales requests! if things in your life and your mental are blocking you from finding lots of motivation and the like, pls don't feel bad at all; it was great for me just to be able to yap about my selfships)

koi ? ! oh em gee i just woke up i’m too sensitive for this ! ! ! pls my blog is so silly n’ runnin’ on queue > _ < i read over all the event requests whenever i’m online since they’re all in my inbox but . . most either need assigning an au or the drabble n’ my head is so empty ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

pls you are always welcome to yap about your selfships to me (≧∀≦) i love to listen to others’ selfships rather than my own hhhhggghdfg ! ! !