#higuchi deserves better

[lilac-autumn]

Hopefully, higuchi can bag his sister if not him.

HIGUCHI DESERVES BETTER.

[mothzan]

Yay it's higuchi's birthday today 🎉

Best girl 🎉

[kyouka-supremacy]

It's soooo weird to see Higuchi call Akutagawa senpai when she's infinitely more competent than him

[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

I think Hirotsu makes a home cooked meal every night and makes sure he, Gin, Tachihara, Higuchi, and Aku (if he's in a good mood) have dinner together at the table and they talk about their days.

self indulgent bonus (cause I know damn well he would love that kid): he sneaks Q away from Mori so he can experience a warm meal and family time. he makes sure the kid eats enough and feels welcome at the table and gets extra dessert. (that's his grandson your honor, he loves him [I'm fucking delusional leave me be])

[bsdtakanenohana]

One of the annoying things this fandom does is their dumbass dismissive “Higuchi deserves better” when someone brings up her CANON love for Akutagawa. And instead of addressing reasons why she likes him (something we don’t get from canon) or how she could go about stopping her feelings— things that would mean interacting with and analyzing her as a character— she’s just trivially dismissed with a “actually she loves Gin… because you know, she loves Akutagawa and that’s her surname too ;)” OR as “she deserves better, also he’s gay and in love with Atsushi” (who apparently doesn’t deserve better). And because it’s now some “yay gay rep” ship win thing (??) everyone ignores it. But the whole making it gay thing is literally just done to write off Higuchi. Because now there’s no time spent delving into her feelings and possible future for her, and the fact that if she did get with Akutagawa she’d probably get more screentime since, bar the Kouyou & Kyouka storyline, women in BSD only get more attention from canon when their story revolves around a male character. And, we all know y’all don’t actually care for her x Gin (she literally asks for her to call her “big sister”!) since there’s only the occasional fanart for them. Nor do y’all truly think she “deserves better”. You just need her out of the way so you can ship SSKK in peace

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

Hey so imagine an au where Dazai does kill Mori. He kills Mori and takes the position as Boss.

Years later, Akutagawa kills him and takes the position, and years later Kyouka kills Akutagawa.

Like- she never leaves the port mafia.

Idk- I just like the idea of this cycle of each boss being killed by their protege(?)

[welivetodream]

✨ My BSD hot takes/unpopular opinions ✨:

1. Identifying BSD characters as Queer, is not problematic. STOP being so Heteronormative. Gay characters are not gonna kill you.

If I see another "BuT tHe ChArAcTeRs nEvEr SaId tHeY aRe GaY" I would bomb you 💣/j

2. Skk/SSKK/Fyolai/other popular ships, exist because people like it. If you don't ship them, don't engage with their content. Not all shippers act crazy and toxic. Stop blaming everything on shippers.

3. Atsushi/Kyouka is problematic, stop justifying it with "only 4 year age gap". Kyouka is a CHILD, ship her with Kenji if you want. Atsushi, like a normal 18 year old would never look at a highschool freshman and date her. Even if they date in the future, he knew her when she was younger and they had a sibling like dynamic. Lucy is a way better love interest to Atsushi (Don't know if this is an unpopular opinion tho, but I saw some people justifying it 😐😐😐)

4. DAZAI IS NOT EVIL. HE IS FAR FROM EVIL. He is, despite being super popular and the face of BSD, the most mischaracterized and villified character. Morally grey characters exist??!!!

5. Mori is a way worse person than Dazai ever was.

6. PM members get a free pass for any heinous crime they commit by being hot or babygirl-ified (still love them tho, we do not often discuss how bad their actions have been, you can like criminals and acknowledge they are criminals in fiction. I would add DoA to this too, but it's worse with the PM)

7. Akutagawa's abuse of Kyouka shouldn't be forgotten just because Dazai abused Akutagawa.

8. Mori emotionally manipulated and abused Dazai when he was a teen. Just because it wasn't physical, doesn't mean it was nothing.

9. Atsushi is NOT a soft boy, he is way bitter, salty and sarcastic than we give him credit

10. Poe is important to Ranpo and their friendship/relationship is wholesome as hell

11. Ranpo and Yosano's friendship is way better than them being in a relationship in the future

12. FukuFuku is better than Fukumori (imo!!!!)

13. Buying real authors work after watching BSD is actually a really good thing, since more Gen z kids (or other people) will read classics

14. There are layers to Atsushi and Akutagawa relationship/rivalry, and they have the MOST important relationship (not meaning romantic, just in general) in the entire canon.

15. Kunikida and Yosano could be a power couple

16. Fyodor is not a great villain (yet)

17. Nikolai CARRIES the DoA

18. Sigma shouldn't be in the ADA, he needs a happy home, family and some time to adjust to normal life

19. Q and Elise are both underused characters and could become a great dynamic

20. Ango deserves more love, the amount of pressure and stress he deals with is INSANE

21. It's OKAY if everyone joins the fandom for Dazai or skk (I did at first too!!)

22. Higuchi is annoying as hell. I do not get her hype, I like her but not as much as most people (just personal opinion, do not flame me 😭)

23. Everyone in The Guild is forgettable or boring (except Fitzgerald, Poe and Lucy. I like Louisa, but I forget her all the time)

24. Hetero ships are just not that great/interesting in BSD to me 🤷🏻‍♀️ (except maybe AtsuLucy or rare pairs) and female characters are not best utilised, I wish they play more major roles (can't wait for Agatha to arrive!!)

25. Some fan theories/arts get the story better than "canon" stuff at times. Fanon is NOT always the worst (sometimes enjoyable when the canon gets too dark or sad)

26. Toxic ships are okay in fiction as long as they are legal. Humans like toxic things, we consume it like junk food 💅🏻

(These are all personal opinions of mine and do not matter. Feel free to disagree. But, do not hate or be toxic!!!! 😇😇😇😇)

(PS: I compiled all these because of posts I have seen in, Reddit, Pinterest, Twitter and sometimes Tiktok. These aren't really abt you Tumblr folks. I meant to post this on reddit but did not have the courage or mental strength lol)

[chuunai]

hello !! idk if you’ll see this but for the 100 followers celebration, may i please request pm! chuuya + (17) wondering if they deserve you or not + (6) “just look at you, then look at me” ?? maybe it’s like he gets doubts and worries, especially when he sees reader getting interactions with others and considering his job and what it means for the reader? but… um, could it end with fluff, please? also, could it be a fanfic, pretty please? i do apologize if this is way too specific !!

once again, congratulations on 100 followers, you totally deserve it, your writing is absolute heaven !! have a nice day/night/afternoon !!

I love specific people and things no worries and thank you I adore your fanfics too!

✧˚ · . right by you - chuya nakahara

he doesn’t deserve you. not when you’re so good.

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, unrequited love (supposedly), SFW → minor (barely any) angst with happy ending.

Chuuya Nakahara didn’t deserve you.

Nor the air you breathed, or the space you shared with him at the Port Mafia. He didn’t deserve any of that.

Chuuya had always considered himself an okay person. He killed people, but it was for the sake of Yokohama’s safety—subsequently, your safety. In the eyes of others, he’s a piece of shit through and through (that, he doesn’t deny). But in your eyes, he’s just a guy trying to do what’s best for his subordinates and city. In your eyes, he’s just Chuuya.

It’s a bit odd, honestly.

Having feelings for his subordinate.

It fucked with his mind too.

The Port Mafia was no place for love. Look at Higuchi pining over Akutagawa like a lovesick high schooler—that’s clearly going nowhere. So it’s not like he’d have a chance with you, anyway. Not when you’re so good, too. So, so much better than he ever could be.

Someone like you—who regularly brought cookies to the Mafia’s HQ to ‘boost morale’—didn’t deserve a fake human like him. One who was a vessel of a god. The fake Chuuya Nakahara. No matter how much evidence said he was the real one, he couldn’t believe it. Just look at him, then at you. No, you’re the real human.

And he’s a fucked up mess that also happens to be a murderer.

Great boyfriend material.

In the middle of his self-deprecation, a knock hit his door. Probably Tachihara, that smug bastard. Not like he was doing anything, anyways. Taking one last look at the ceiling of his office, Chuuya called out.

“Yeah yeah, door’s open. Come in.”

Instead of that redhead, it was you.

Shit.

He was sure your shift was over. It was what, eight at night now? You got off right around now, so you had no reason to see him. Yet his cheeks flushed up anyway as a pointless attempt at faking a cough was done to hide the obvious reddening. Mentally cursing himself for for being so childlike with his feelings, he sat up in his chair, pretending to write on a document.

“Need something?”

He’d do it. Just ask. Wait—that’s pathetic.

“No, but the others and I are going out to drink. You wanna come?”

Chuuya perked up immediately, already imagining the taste of red wine sliding down his throat and warming up his body. He loved drinking. Helped to get his mind off his problems—namely, you. His fingers drummed on the wood of his desk, a small hum drifting from his lips as he thought of the potential consequences.

He could get drunk and act stupid in front of you. Or accidentally harass you. Or end up blabbering his head off about Dazai again. Or-

Snapping out of his daze when he saw you awkwardly standing there waiting for his response, he shrugged.

Fuck it. It’d be fine.

“Sure. Usual bar?”

You nodded, fiddling with the hem of your sleeves. You always did that when you were nervous. A small wave of worry washed over him. Did he make you nervous? Shitshitshit. What’d he do?

Standing up, he quickly organized some papers—recent missions and current objectives—into piles on his desk, palms slightly sweaty from the fact that you were watching him. Chuuya didn’t like how he always was a wreck around you. It wasn’t gonna make him good in your eyes, is what he thought. Lord, he wished he knew what would make you like—no, love—him back.

“Let’s go now then, yeah? We can get a head start on the others. Don’t want Tachihara to brag his ass off about being first again.”

He offered a small attempt at a smile, cheeks rosy and all. It was nothing compared to when you smiled, though. Like an angel. His angel. Holy fuck. He’s really gotta stop daydreaming about you when you were in the damn room with him.

Leading the way, he carefully kept to your side throughout the long hallways of the Port Mafia’s HQ, occasionally stopping to discuss a quick matter or two with one of his assistants. When someone bumped into you, he hesitantly placed a hand on your back to keep you steady and remind the other grunts that you were under his protection.

Although that still didn’t stop the dreamy stares at you.

Or the jealousy that Chuuya felt after. He knew that he wasn’t good enough for you, and he respected that. But these guys didn’t. No, they thought they somehow had a chance with you—a living, breathing angel—and that irked him. Shouldn’t they be grateful for just getting to see you? He was, anyway. He’d take all that he could get.

Including this short walk.

Lasting for only three minutes or so, soon you two were out in the chilly night air of the parking lot. You shivered a bit, cheeks and nose turning red and numb from the coldness. Chuuya couldn’t help himself as he nudged you closer to his side to be a bit more warm. Kouyou always said he was a human oven, after all. Walking to his car—nothing too fancy, yet not quite cheap—, like a true gentleman, he opened the door for you to sit in the front passenger seat next to him.

He always drove you to the bars. You always drove him back.

A fair deal, in his opinion.

Starting up the engine, Chuuya sneaked a glance at your profile. Nose tinted with red, cheeks puffy from the cold and eyes staring back at him. Wait. Huh? His face went red. Again. Now the both of you were flushed, and not from the cold.

“Want my coat? You uh, seem pretty cold.”

Please don’t say no, please don’t say no, please don’t-

“Yeah. Please.”

Chuuya shrugged off his black coat, carefully laying it on top of you like a cozy blanket. His hands brushed against your arms as he snugly placed it on you. You looked good under it.

“We’ll warm up with the alcohol later. I know you don’t like whiskey, but a shot should warm you up.”

You made a face, sticking out your tongue and giggling slightly while he started up the car, slowly backing out of his parking spot.

“That’s shit’s nasty, Chuuya-kun. Just like your wine.”

If Chuuya had one complaint about you, it’s that you didn’t like red wine.

“It’s an acquired taste, you brat. If you’d try it out more often, you’d like it.”

His heart warmed up at the sight of your smile, making sure to keep up the banter between you two as he drove to the nearby bar. His fingers twitched, aching to hold yours. To warm you up, too. He didn’t want his coat hugging you. Chuuya wanted to hug you. Was that too creepy? Hopefully not.

Traffic was a shitshow. Both of you agreed that more and more idiots were on the road lately, cursing at the car in-front of you. Thankfully, it didn’t last too long. Ten minutes later and he was pulling into the familiar parking lot of the same bar you two had been going to for a while with the others. A nice small corner bar, retro and one that didn’t mind their eccentricity.

Chuuya didn’t take back his coat from you as you wore it inside.

Ushering you into their usual corner booth, he ordered you two a small drink to start—just a vodka soda. Nothing too much. Although it got him slightly buzzed, a warm feeling calming him down a bit as he sipped. It felt nice. Just the two of you. No rowdy Tachihara. No Higuchi simping over Akutagawa or Gin staring at everyone.

Just you two.

“So uh, when are the others getting here?”

How much time did he have with you alone is what he really meant.

“Oh- let me check real quick. Sorry.”

Chuuya watched as you reached into your purse, grabbing your phone and probably texting Higuchi. A small frown came upon your lips after a minute. Nuh-uh. He’d kill whatever made you frown.

“Eh? Why’re you frowning? We’re drinking, cheer up a bit.”

You looked back at him sheepishly, scooting a bit closer to him.

“Well, apparently Akutagawa got sick so now Gin is taking care of him and Higuchi is worrying so she doesn’t want to come and Tachihara suddenly got busy out of nowhere.”

Yes! Yes yes yes! Just him and you now.

“Sucks. But the two of us are here, right?”

Chuuya was currently praying to God that you’d stay.

“Guess so. Should we order stronger drinks, then? I don’t wanna be sober.”

He now believed in God.

And so you drank. Him with his signature red wine, and you with your preferred drink of choice. Chuuya obviously got drunk first, with the redhead showing signs of intoxication while he got clingy with you. You were equally drunk, and didn’t care that much. So he clung into your arm like a baby while you braided his hair poorly.

“God, your hair is so pretty, Chuuya.”

Ooohh. You called his hair pretty.

“Is the rest of me not pretty?”

He pouted, tugging at your sleeve and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Huh? I didn’t say that. You’re really pretty. Super pretty.”

Wow. He’s super pretty now.

“Well, I think you’re pretty too.”

His face flushed, suddenly realizing what he said as he buried his face in your shoulder, squeezing your arm for reassurance. Why did he say that? Why did he say that!? Stupid alcohol. It made him talk so dumb like this. He didn’t talk like this when the others were around to keep him in check. Shit. Maybe he should’ve have drunk so much.

“You do?”

You looked down at him, fingers momentarily stopping their crafting of his braid.

“Mhm.”

A small shy mumble was all he managed to utter.

“You’re so cute! This is why I like you, y’know.”

His head snapped up immediately. No way in fucking hell were you gonna leave him on a bombshell like that.

“You like me?”

For the second time today, Chuuya was praying to God that you liked him romantically.

“Yep.”

Not helpful.

“But…like a friend? Or uh- romantically.”

Well. He said it. Fuck him. No way you’d like him back.

“Uh.”

Some silence from you.

“I’m not saying.”

Oh yes, yes you fucking were gonna say.

“C’mon, tell me. Pleaseeee?”

Puppy eyed Chuuya. He used this to get out of trouble with Kouyou. Surely, it’d work on you?

“Fine. You’re a bitch, but jesus, I like you romantically.”

Chuuya Nakahara was sure he was at Heaven now. No way you—his angel—just confessed to him. Albeit drunk. But still a confession. One of his hands slowly crept onto yours, lacing your fingers together. He was in bliss, basking in your warmth and ignoring the other rowdy patrons of the bar. You just confessed to him. You like him back.

You like him back.

When he finally got back to his senses and opened his mouth to say that he liked—no, loved—you too, his ears picked up on a small snore from you. Did you seriously fall asleep? You had done it before during previous get togethers, but now? A small smile crept onto his face. Whatever. It didn’t matter. He’d tell you tomorrow.

He’d confess back, take you on a date and prove his worth to you.

Because maybe Chuuya Nakahara could learn how to love like you.

Just maybe.

taglist: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts

[stanlunter]

This "I hate the ship of character A with character B bc character B deserves better. Oh, btw I also ship character A with character C!!!"

As if the character C can't deserve better. And this is not about cases when character A and character C are both bad to each other, no, that's when character A is allowed to "be bad" to character C as long as you ship them

That's like "Catra treated Scorpia badly and Adora even worse, but Scorpia is the one who deserved better, not Adora, so I will ship Catra with Adora"

"Akutagawa hurt Higuchi so she deserves better and Idgaf he hurt Atsushi worse much more time, cuz I ship sskk"

"Mel deserves better than this idiot Jayce, but I ship this idiot Jayce with Viktor"

And etc. Like, you can dislike or like any ship, but don't be hypocritical at least, bc it's just stupid

[delusionalwriter02]

Can you do a insta as yosano, akutagawa or gin gf pls(? this series is really cute :D

Insta as Yosano's GF

a/n : I LOVE Yosano and I have so many ideas for way too much characters so let's go!! thank you so much for your request <3

<3 liked by Ranthebestpo, Yosanurgirl and 209 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : We did a photoshoot and I fell in love again

Ranthebestpo : Omg she's stunning

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : She really is

Yosanurgirl : Bee I love you SO SO MUCH

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I love you more

Elisefather : My eyes are blessed

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : And you're blocked

↳ Daze_i : You accept compliments from Ranpo but not from Mori ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Ranpo is a bro, Mori is a weirdo

↳ Daze_i : Yeah I see it now

Atsushiii : I love the vibe of the photo, it's calming but sexy at the same time, really you did great

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : You have NO RIGHT for being so cute and nice

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Atshushi we should totally do your photos like the white hair shining under the sun, at the beach, I can style your hair a little bit and you'll have EVERYBODY head over heels for you

↳ Atshushiii : I don't think that's a good idea but I trust you

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : LET'S GO, @.Yosanurgirl we have work to do

↳ Yosanurgirl : with pleasure bee

<3 liked by Atshushiii, Gintonic and 287 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : i'm the luckiest person

Atsushiii : Thank you it was really nice

↳ Yosanurgirl : no problem, it was fun

Daze_i : You went to the beach and didn't invite me ???

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : It was for Atsushi not you

↳ Daze_i : But you were in swimsuit

↳ Yosanurgirl : Only I deserve to see MY girlfriend in swimsuit

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I love it when you're jealous

Gintonic : girlllllssss come to my place tomorrow, the new pool is finished, Higuchi will be here too

↳ Yosanurgirl : OMG IT'S FINALLY FINISHED ?? we'll totally come

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : It's been sooo long since the last time I saw Higuchi, I miss you both

↳ Higucci : Miss you too girls

↳ Daze_i : Can I come ?

↳ Gintonic : Of course not

↳ KunikiDA : Dazai tomorrow you have a mission so, no, you don't break into Gin's house

↳ Daze_i : How do you always knows what I'm about to do, it's getting annoying

<3 liked by Higucci, Yosanurgirl and 309 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : it was such a lovely night

Gintonic : it would have been even better if the fuckers didn't came

↳ Yosanurgirl : I still don't understand how they did it

↳ Daze_i : I ask Akutagawa for the security codes

↳ Gintonic : @.Akutagawa you're a traitor

↳ Akutagawa : But he said it would help him

↳ Gintonic : And you didn't even question his actions ????

↳ Akutagawa : I stoped doing that a long time ago

KunikiDA : So how many were you in the end ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : 6. Higuchi, Gin, Yosano and I at first then Dazai and Chuuya came but they brought gifts so we forgave them

↳ KunikiDA : what have they brought ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Chuuya brought Yosano and I favorite wine, Dazai absolutely nothing so actually he is the only one we don't talk to anymore

↳ KunikiDA : just wine is enough for you ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : If it's enough for Yosano then it's enough for me

↳ KunikiDA : I'm loosing faith in you

Atshushiii : Why is there fireworks behind Yosano ?

↳ Yosanurgirl : Ask Chuuya and Dazai

↳ Atsushiii : @.Daze_i @.Chu_uya

↳ Daze_i : I don't remember why but I bought fireworks so I had to use them

↳ Chu_uya : The house behind is Akutagawa's, I wanted to annoy him a bit but he wasn't there so it's not fun

↳ Atsushiii : You two are friends only for pissing peoples off

↳ Chu_uya : We are not friends

↳ Daze_i : what are we Chuchu ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Are we assisting something private ?

↳ Chu_uya : ABSOLUTELY NOT DAZAI STOP BEING SUGGESTIVE

↳ Daze_i : never

<3 liked by Yn_theoneandonly, Ranthebestpo and 284 others.

Yosanurgirl : birthday girl

Yn_theoneandonly : HAPPY BIRHTDAY MY LOVE

↳ Yosanurgirl : I love you Bee

Ranthebestpo : Are you going to the restaurant I told you about ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : SHUT UP STUPID BRAIN IT'S A SURPRISE

↳ Ranthebestpo : oops my bad

↳ Yosanurgirl : I never read that

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : RANPO I'M GOING TO KILL YOU

↳ p0e : i dare you

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : fuck it, you're both not worth my time

KunikiDA : Have a great night you two

↳ Yosanurgirl : Thank you Doppo, you'll be here this weekend for the party ?

↳ KunikiDA : Yes I wrote it in my notebook

↳ Daze_i : Of course you did

↳ KunikiDA : got something to say Dazai ? Should I remind you that I still have your gun lockdown ?

↳ Daze_i : give it back to me pleasssseeeeeee

↳ KunikiDA : The day you become actually responsible, I will

↳ Daze_i : But I am responsible

↳ KunikiDA : You're always late, you break into people's house, I always have to stop you from killing yourself, you never do your report, you hide my notebook, you don't show up to the meetings, that's not what I call responsible

↳ Daze_i : you're not a funny person

<3 liked by Yosanurgirl, Gintonic and 387 others.

Yn_theoneandonly : guess who's going to change her last name

Gintonic : CONGRATS MY GIRLLLLSSSSS I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU

Higucci : IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING

Ranthebestpo : Yosano you listened to me, I'm surprised

I love this serie omg I feel like i'm doing way too much post but I LOVE IT so thank you so much for your request!!

See you <3

[inamagicalhallucination]

okay like i said earlier, here's my favorite parts from my fic kldfjakldsfj (the one i posted a week (?) ago) that had me giggling as i wrote them so now i have to share them specifically or i'll die

its a lot tho lmao so scroll away if u must

starting of strong

(i am 100% gonna try to write a fic that's just this part)

"He briefly considered Higuchi, who wasn’t up there with Gin and the Jinko, but higher than say: Tachihara. But she was rather strange.

She was always all red and squealy; she had gotten an interest in boss-secretary romances for a while now, and no matter how many subtle hints he sent that that was an awful thought, she did not get it. Either way, he made the resolve to keep her away from Mori, as best as he could. It wasn’t hard, of course, since the chain of command meant that she usually reported to him or Chuuya-san, whom Ryuunosuke, himself, reported to. Either way, it was clear her sense of romance was distorted." "

/

"So he did what any sensible man would do. He hoarded his room with non-perishable snacks and drinks. Then he locked himself in. Unfortunately, Gin, the traitor, had called Chuuya and Chuuya had physically forced Ryuunosuke’s door open – by breaking it. And then he had dragged Ryuunosuke from where he hid under his bed when he first heard Chuuya’s voice. He dragged him kicking and screaming, dodging all of Rashomon’s attempts at freeing her human from Chuuya’s grip."

/

"“Cr-” Chuuya choked out, “crushes? What crushes? I don’t have crushes! In fact, I have a not crush!”

“Chuuya-san,” Ryuunosuke replied, concerned, “do you hear yourself when you speak?”"

(10 bucks and i write kunichuuzai whilst sskk drama is going on)

/

"He just had to figure out what to bribe Ranpo with. Ryuunosuke did not think the shipment of cocaine he had just dealt with during a mission would suffice. This was unfortunate as it was something Ryuunosuke already had in hand."

/

“Okay, sure. I'm only here because Atsushi likes you or whatever.” 

Ryuunosuke’s heart started acting up and he made a mental note to bring it up during his next doctor's appointment. 

“I don’t like you,” Tanizaki continued, aiming Ryuunosuke with a glare. Perhaps it would have affected Ryuunosuke, but he was still concerned about his new heart problems. Knowing he could be dying from a lung disease was bad enough, now heart problems?"

/

" The Jinko was wearing his usual stupid cat-boy business attire but Ryuunosuke decided to not comment on it."

/

"Ryuunosuke closed his eyes and for a second pretended that the warmth of Atsushi’s presence was something he could deserve.

When he opened them, he knew he did not. " (i sent this to like 3 different ppl after writing it)

/

all of atsushi's dialogue about feeling like an idiot for thinking he could be loved

/

"“ I will only love you too much!” Ryuunosuke shouted, startling Atsushi. “I will love you, I will take and take and take every single speck of you in my selfishness and I will never be able to give you anything that can even dare to stand next to that. In my heart, body, and soul, I will hold you and no matter how much you want to be let go off, I will not be able to. Atsushi you have to know, the only thing I am good for is taking. I take and take, and I will take and take until there is nothing left of you, can you not understand?”"

/

"“You misunderstand me,” Ryuunosuke said, trying to force the words out. It was better this way. “I ignored you on purpose.” "

/

"For the record though, most people have feelings.”

“I do not believe you.” 

/

"“Akutagawa Ryuunosuke,” Atsushi’s voice was hard, “please refrain from thinking of me as a thing.”"

/

*copies and pastes all the dialogue from their (unnecessary) fight*

[elvestoneanzelote1]

can you write soft (or as soft as it can get) yandere akutagawa headcannons like before and after kidnapping s/o?

A:n- it's my first time to get something about Akutagawa! Am so happy!!! And yes I will write about him! He deserve it!!!

I try to be soft I promise!

𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘙𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶)

𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨.

*He won't approach you directly.

*A cold look and you know you are in or feel like in trouble.

*did you did a job bad?

*you surely hope not but... His eyes squint and the glare make you think other wise.

*it isn't his fault... His heart often speed up whenever he stare at you.

*he could not help but be repulsive around you.

*Unlike the others yanderes... Akutagawa will be a good choice one way... As been his s/o... Well beside Atsushi who seem better choice but we aren't talking about him.

*Akutagawa love to give you a silent stare... A small compliment if you did well.

*and if you both start dating or become or almost a thing or two.

*he will ask The others for help.

*despite Higuchi jealousy she will eventually help her senior to get you best gift.

*Awkward... As he mostly fight and does not even do paper works.

*do you expect him to write? A letter? Nah perhaps if you count the bloody sorry in the wall or mirror as love confession then yes.

*He will often seems not bother which lead you think you aren't close with him at all and the dating thing is just a word.

*but for him it isn't that way... He really value you.

*more then you think.

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*After kidnapping*

*the sole reason he kidnapped you... Can be you broke up with him/ you got injured... And was at death snare... Or... You turn to betray him.

*if you broke up with him he won't hesitate to use force and threats despite his sister agreement to be calm about it.

*he already was thrown away... Or was not value much... In the eyes of Dazai he can't lose you either... Can he? Someone who care for him only to tear him apart?

*you won't leave him no matter... This end... Have... Your freedom cut off.

*you are not getting out unless you love him back.

*but... Don't be happy as it will be only around the house or headquarter. No he won't let you out to parks and all.

*Because you can leave him... You already did and he is not letting you go again.

*yeah.... For a lifetime you won't be going for parks... Or shops it is...

*but... If you got severely injured of sort.

*he will let you move in with him.

*he didn't kidnapped you he said... Despite your argument you will be fine and it was technically kidnapping... In a way.

*but... You have freedom.

*you can wander out to shops with Gin... Higuchi, Hirotsu.

*no not the Tachihara.

*he don't trust him.

*despite Hirotsu argument... Akutagawa is too pestering for Tachihara to be anywhere near you.

*he will often lurks around though when you are out.

*making sure you won't be harm of sort.

*I will say this one is good... As he is just overprotective.

*just don't say you will leave him

*he bear enough Goodbye without the byes been told and there is no good in it for him.

*but... If it was betraying.

*it is either you submit to him... And be with him and leave the work you were working and he will forgive you.

*if not... Well you won't have a tongue to say no. Despite he doesn't want to do it.

*he will.

*your his s/o of course he care for you.

*but the betrayal have a punishment.

*and he like you been silent...

*despite he want to hear you talk of sort.

*but he doesn't mind how it is now.

*since you won't reject him.

*All you have to do is bare.

*and he will take care of you and everything.

*don't make his ability cause more permanent harm to you alright.

*just obey him.

*and he will forgive you for betraying him.

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A:n& that's all good day/night to all!

[gabrielthejester]

Pm now ,let's chat

Uhh.... Pm... Port Mafia?

Sure lmao. You kinda look like a bot, and I'm sure pm probably means something else (no idea what) but I will absolutely talk about the Port Mafia!!

Mori- well written villain, would be a lot more appreciated by me if he wasn't a pedophile. His character is a major plot for several other characters traumatic experiences and growth.

Kouyou- happy she exists, she definitely did traumatize kyouka, but she's one of the tricky cases where I don't think she meant to hurt her. She was taught one way and she tried to stop kyouka from making the same "mistakes" she did. Morally grey for me.

Chuuya- cmon man.. he's chuuya. If any chuuya stans/kins wanna get emotional, translate the lyrics of the bsd song Lily, and know that they were supposed to be about/from chuuyas perspective. It breaks my heart how loyal to a fault this man is.

Akutagawa- As someone with incurable illnesses, I have soft spots for his bitterness, and relate very much to his need for validation and attention. Really hope the path he's going down now leads to a full redemption arc for his character.

Verlaine- he's bad, I know. I hate what he's done, but I can't help but feel bad for him and also GOD DAYUM HES HOT (I can't help it)

Rimbaud- ((see above))

Gin- I love the non gender specific representation with her. She's a well written character, and a genderfluid monarch. Definitely would love to see more of her 👍

Tachihara- they took my fucking eyes :(/ref

Oda- my gosh this man deserved so much better...

Higuchi- I hate her. I hate her because she's me. I hate her I hate her I hate her. She's too much like me. I can't stand it. It makes me cringe so bad.

Hirotsu- underrated ngl, probably bc they don't get much screen time. He's a good leader of his group.

Kyu- dang there's a lot of mixed opinions on them. I can't bring myself to hate them, they've been defined by their ability by people. Similar to chuuya or atsushi. Also once again, gender nonconforming representation!!

Lmk if I missed some of ur favs, or if you want me to elaborate on anything!! I also have some ideas for which Ada member will be transferred to the Pm, I can talk about that too!!!

[dokk-fukuro]

Shrift [Fyodor Dostoevsky x f!Reader]

A/N: mentioned of female genitals, smut, slight degradation, orgasm denial, aphrodisiac, some sort of dubcon.

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The instinct of self-preservation is only half of the requirements that are necessary to avoid problems. A sense of tact and banal politeness can also help prevent worse outcomes, but not for me, apparently, because I still don’t quite understand what I did to deserve the fate of being a prisoner in some damp basement. How long have I been here, what am I for, and who is my kidnapper? I don't know the answer to any of these questions. However, sometimes it is better not to think about such things, especially if the fantasy is rich. And yet, how could a thug from the Black Lizards unit be useful to someone? I only know how to kill. A kid picked up from the slums, taken from his parents who didn't care about me or my brothers. From us it was possible to blind anything, so they blinded. But none of us complain about it. Life in the mafia is not so bad, at least it's better than stealing and getting punished if we get caught.

Twilight reigns in the basement where I sit. Almost nothing is visible here, but even subtle sounds echo. All this time, it seems to me that I became a target simply by accident. Whether they torture me or not doesn't really matter. After all, my comrades most likely abandoned me, and none of them even look for me. In my mind, I apologize to Gin, who instilled in me the will to fight no matter what, to Higuchi and Akutagawa-san. I can't escape, they don't know where to look for me, so leaving me to my fate is the best decision they can make.

I hear someone's steps. It doesn't bother me, it doesn't confuse me. I was preparing for this moment. Now the one who will torment me will appear before me. In exchange for what? Not a single idea comes to mind what anyone might need from a Black Lizard fighter. We all know only what will be useful. We are not initiated into the details, and no one asks for more. Everyone is satisfied.

“It was not easy to drag you here, but the Master ordered.” I hear a voice. I raise my head to see the one in front of me. A pale, slender young man appears in the light of the lamp. It's hard to say for sure how old he is. His wide smile from ear to ear is a little unsettling and reminds me of the times Higuchi saw Akutagawa-san at the end of the corridor. She always frightened me much more than this freak with a bandaged head, who keeps looking at me with unblinking eyes. “And his wishes are my command. Tell me, darling, are your hands numb?”

I frown, trying to guess who put me in the basement and why. And only at the moment when this someone voiced, I realize that I can’t lift a finger. The blood has drained from the limbs, so they almost don't feel like my own. For the first time I wanted to cry like a little girl, ask questions, burst into three streams of tears, but I suppress these desires in myself. This shouldn’t be in my nature, otherwise shame on me as a fighter of the Black Lizards.

"What do you need me for?" Still, I can't resist asking a question. The young man in front of me squints contentedly, as if he had been waiting for this moment. True, he definitely does not like that his question is ignored. I get punched in the stomach, knocking all the air out of my lungs.

"I think I asked a question. It's impolite of you to leave it unanswered," he reminds me, but before he clearly wants to hit me again, I hear someone else's steps. Someone in front of me abruptly stops and clears the passage, standing near me. Clearing my throat, I raise my head to see the one in front of me. Pale, black-haired, with a snow-white cap on his head. His purple eyes are dead, as if there is no sign of life behind them. Even in Akutagawa-san's eyes, I didn't see that. He has a little life in them.

Silence reigns. No one says a word and it honestly pisses me off, which is pretty amazing. After an indefinite time of silence around, I hear someone's voices, and now, when silence is around again, I want to scream. Why was everyone silent? The silence feels like torture.

There is a stir on my right as a young man with a bandaged head moves away, leaving me alone with the man who entered after him. Compared to me, he is tall, which is even a little uncomfortable. Even Akutagawa-san, who is also taller than me, doesn't push as hard as a stranger does. His gloved hand grabs my lower jaw and squeezes it hard.

And it begins to dawn on me who is in front of me. In the meantime, I heard Kouyou-sama raging about Ace, saying that he allows himself too much. To be frank, no one liked him much. I didn't like seeing him around from time to time. Head of the Port Mafia Executive Committee. His ever-sly squint and smirk, as if he won the lottery from this life, strained. I wonder if this asshole is still alive? Most likely not. And now the one that Ace was holding back in his prison is holding me in the basement. Fyodor Dostoevsky.

“And you are not one of the talkative ones,” it only dawns on me at this moment that he has been addressing me all this time. I purse my lips and... I hear clicks above my head. Hands fall, located along the body, and rushing blood pricks unpleasantly in them. I still can't move a finger, so trying to grab the hand that's still holding my face fails miserably. But why would he release me? Even more, why does he need me?

Through simple deductions, the only completely rational thought comes to mind. I can be used as one of the possible leverage. Dostoevsky is not so stupid, and probably already knows enough about me to use it. The brothers will definitely not be able to ignore my sudden disappearance, so it will only benefit him if those whom he challenges arrive in his lair. And, it seems, with this conclusion I fall into the very “ten”. At least that's what Fyodor's grin indicates. Can he read minds? Or is my thought process so obvious to him? Most likely the second.

“You are not so stupid if you managed to figure out part of my plan so quickly,” comes to my ears in confirmation of my guess. A closer look seems to eat away my soul by the teaspoon. Under the gaze of dark purple eyes is so uncomfortable that I want to scream. I can hardly restrain myself, for which I get laughter in response. Quiet, slightly husky. The whole situation seems to amuse him.

He doesn’t say anything to me anymore, he just leads me like I’m on a leash. On the other hand, it will be better if I obey, although I have nothing to lose anymore. However, it still surprises me that no one is going to force any information out of me. Although, knowing who Fyodor Dostoevsky is, this is also not surprising. He doesn't need to torture anyone to get what he wants. He, like a rat, can penetrate anywhere, get the right information and go unnoticed. It remains only to hope that my brothers will be smart enough not to be provoked and not to be led by their emotions. This will lead to fatal errors. The mere failure to comply with the order for all of them can be very costly, to say nothing of the fact that one of my older brothers may well question the correctness of the decision taken by our leadership. If only they had enough brains...

The corridors seem the same. Only the people in them are different, so it makes no sense for me to remember the path. I walk in complete silence with Fyodor. He doesn't give any explanation, he doesn't say anything. On the other hand, it's even better. Around the next turn, the same young man with a bandaged head is waiting for us again. His thin lips curve into an ear-to-ear smile. All I hear is “So she’s ready,” but I don’t attach much importance to this, although my mind is hysterically rushing about in search of explanations. What am I ready for, what will they do with me? For the first time I am so scared that I am ready to call for help. I'm being handed over to that strange person, but I... don't mind.

There is darkness before my eyes, I can’t see where I’m going, I listen to every rustle, as if my life depends on it. However, there is some truth in this. Any of my wrong actions can entail such consequences that death seems to me the most humane solution. In front of me, someone hums a simple tune, leading me by the hand. Disorientation in space leads to the fact that I seem to almost collide with something, but I am abruptly pulled to the side with the words: “What a careless creature.” It sounds with tenderness and even some pity. I'm still not asking questions. I obviously do not need it on foreign territory. Here I am destined to play by the rules dictated by the one who runs everything. And this is Fyodor.

It looks like we're going outside. At least fresh air without a hint of dampness gives an opaque hint of it. Behind me, someone chuckles nastily, fixes my wrists, and a stabbing pain pierces my shoulder. It's like a syringe. Apparently, they decided to poison me or stuff me with something that would force me to kill my own people, and then carry myself away after them. They push me in the back and I fall onto the metal floor. Something closes behind me. The sound is similar to the doors of a truck or minivan. The rattling of the ground beneath me makes me think I've been pushed into a car and taken somewhere.

Where are we going? “I need to keep my mouth shut. How many more times do I have to repeat myself in order to remember once and for all? In answer to my question, I hear laughter. Nobody gives me a clear answer. “You will find out everything yourself,” and I begin to like it less and less. As well as the fact that I get hot, my breathing becomes heavier, and my body begins to tremble. Is this the effect of poison? Not likely. More like the effect of some kind of drug. And, what is most disgusting, the way the car is driving on obvious off-road makes the situation worse. Any bump, any unevenness in the road makes the car shake, sending vibration along my body, and the inability to see anything in front of me only aggravates the situation.

The silence around is alarming, and only somewhere in the distance is heard how someone plays the cello. Hope I'm not mistaken. But for some reason even this does not calm me; on the contrary, I start to get even more nervous, and every step becomes only more difficult to take. All sounds, smells, even a slight change in air flow - everything is felt many times brighter. I bite my lips, feeling the heat build up between my legs. I need at least some touch, at least a minimal amount of friction... no, it only makes the situation worse.

Someone else's touch on the shoulder makes me stop and breathe out noisily. I can’t think clearly, I can’t concentrate on at least one thought. My hands are behind my back, the handcuffs are unpleasantly pressing on my wrists, my clothes also seem to fetter my body. And it dawns on me what they did to me. But for some reason I'm not even horrified by the realization that I somehow don't care. My mind has been drugged, my body yearns for someone else's touch, but I don't care if it's because of what I've been injected with. Desires override common sense.

The melody gets louder and then cuts off. I hear the rustle of clothes, as someone rises from his seat. Steps. One, two, three. I shake a little when the sensation of someone else's warmth gets too close to me. Touching my hair feels good. I purse my lips, it is not clear why, I can obviously be easily read, like an open book. The door behind closes. Clicks behind the back.

“No, no, don’t take off the blindfold, it’s not time yet,” yes, he definitely sees right through me, so I let him do whatever he wants with me. Hands rest on my shoulders, and I exhale noisily. A smile is heard. “It seems that Ivan went too far with the dose. But that's even better. You're so receptive and it's so dirty. I will cleanse your body and soul from sins. Come with me.”

It's Fyodor by the voice. He languidly draws syllables, his speech is viscous like syrup, just as cloying, the touch of his gloved hands - I'm still sure that he wears them - slow, studying, and I almost squirm in his hands in impatience. Anything, please, but let this agony end. The desire, which already painfully reduces the inner side of the thighs, does not come to naught, but is only fueled by someone's touches. It is unbearable!

He takes me by the hand and leads me somewhere. Apparently, I was too immersed in the concentration on other people's touches that I notice the coolness of the air only moments later, when Dostoevsky pushes me, and I fall on the bed. It's cold, it sends goosebumps all over my body, and I can't hold my breath on the verge of a moan.

Rustling of fabric. I can't figure out if it's because I'm fidgeting in the cool bed, or if Fyodor is undressing, but his hand is touching my bare thigh. My parted lips tremble; the touches are so weightless, there are so few of them, that in this agony I am ready to beg for more. I almost suffocate, my head is spinning, and the ghostly touches, which already seem like a dirty joke of a naughty imagination, do not stop. My body is being explored with hands, as if studying reactions to touch here and there. When a hand comes to a stop on my neck and squeezes it, I let out a moan, unable to control myself.

“Your sinful desire is so strong that it’s disgusting to touch you. I have not yet begun to caress you, and your face is already twisted in sweet agony. Such a vicious one,” Fyodor clicks his tongue and laughs huskly. His hand unclenched and grabbed my chest, squeezing noticeably. “But I can't do anything about myself. You poison my mind with your desire, you should be ashamed.”

His words, like poison, penetrate the skin, spread through the veins, igniting the flame only stronger. I should be embarrassed, that's a fact. I should be ashamed that I can't control myself, can't just find the strength to push him away, pull off the blindfold, and just run away. However, even if I try, it is unlikely that it will go unpunished, and then I will have to guess: he will beat me, or someone else will do it. But in this case, I definitely won’t leave alive.

My mental tossings do not go unnoticed, that's for sure, because again I hear laughter in my ear, and a whine escapes my lips. I can't take it anymore! That's too much! His voice sends goosebumps down my spine, turns on a drugged mind, and the pain from the force with which he pinches my nipple brings me back to reality. I am in a stalemate, completely naked on the bed in the arms of Fyodor Dostoevsky, who does with me whatever he wants, as if I were a toy to satisfy his desires. Exactly his desire! And somehow I don't mind at all.

The palm that tormented my breast descends lower to my parted legs, stroking and squeezing the inside of my thigh, slapping it as dry, hot lips attack my neck, leaving painful kisses that will bloom in hickeys. I can't hold back any longer. I arch my back, long moans and pleas to touch my pussy, to stop this torture, break from my lips. I can’t take this anymore!

His hand circles around my labia, parting them a little, but his fingers don't push any further. Where Dostoevsky touched me with his palm, it was burning hot, as if it was still there, but I hear rustling and something falling on the bed, and now another slap on the thigh feels more painful, it is more sonorous. The brunet took off his glove. And now he is attacking my body with double fury. I can even feel the teeth digging into my skin, but all I can do is moan and move towards him. More. I want more!

Once again, my breath tightens in my chest as I feel two fingers pierce inside me with that characteristic wet sound. Shame washed over me from the bottom of my stomach to my head, but I had to accept it while Fyodor sucked and almost gnawed into my chest. I don’t even think to bring my legs together. I just spread them wider. He laughs and gives me the order to remove the blindfold, because he wants to see my face in moments of sinful pleasure.

“Such a pleading look. You're so pathetic underneath me But this is not enough, you must understand.” Dostoevsky continues to move his fingers inside me, pulling out moans from my chest. I tighten around his fingers, look at his body. Sickly pale skin, as if he had anemia, without a hint of scars. The brunet is subtle, but with all this he has incredible strength. The look of his dark, purple eyes literally devours me, and the wide pupils give him only more gloominess.

He drops kisses on the places where he left marks. There will definitely be bruises, and then his dry lips cover my bitten ones, while the knot in the bottom of my stomach pulls, dissolving in languor. I'm about to come, but everything is cut off, his fingers leave my body, leaving me on the edge. I'm almost ready to cry.

"Please, Dostoevsky." I can barely manage to squeeze out as soon as the distance between our lips increases. He pretends not to understand what I want from him, and for some reason I am ashamed to say this out loud. The brunet touches my body, squeezes the nipple with his fingers, squeezes my chest, rubs his erection on my thigh, but doesn’t bring me to orgasm. “Please, fuck me. I want to cum.”

Fyodor laughs hoarsely. He clearly has more composure than I do, although judging by the way his body trembles, he's on edge too.

“What a pervert you are. You want to feel the dick inside you so much that you’re ready to beg.” It doesn’t matter what happens to me later, if I feel good now. With one movement, Dostoevsky fills me to the accompaniment of my loud moan. He doesn't give me a minute to get used to it, he starts to move, groaning gutturally, my lower stomach feels nice as I feel the young man pushing deeper and deeper into me. Fyodor stares into my eyes as his pace gets faster and rougher, his hands clutching painfully at my hips, digging their nails into my skin, my legs pinned against my chest as he ram unceremoniously into my body, making me scream.

With another deafening scream and a sharp, deep thrust inside, everything subsides. Dostoevsky freezes, looking at me. Disheveled, out of breath, with a maniacal smirk on his face.

“We are not done with your shrift, sinner. I will fill you again and again until you repent.”

[stephaniebrownslover]

Question for BSD fans as a new fan:

Edit: Damn I put the origins twice sorry I didn't notice

Ranting and yapping below;

So this happened very randomly.

I haven't watched any anime since 2021 March and I wasn't planning to until this monday for some reasons.

But now that I actually started watching BSD... WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS THING WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD??????

I may have watched only 6 episodes but I did some research, learned some important stuff. And the triggering reason to fall down the rabbit hole is so stupid.

Basically I saw Akutagawa and Higuchi in the opening of first episode, fell in love with Akutagawa's style hard and learned some important plot points.

What can I say, I'm just a simple human who loves characters with gothic elements. I love love love goth-based subgenres and emo style so much.

Oh and please tell me Higuchi doesn't die, she deserves wayyy better but I can't bring myself to hate Akutagawa because bro's character design is so cool and I love his clothes and hair and I can kinda understand his points. (Being an Azula, Clockwork/Natalie, and Jane the Killer defender trained me for moments like this)

It's 2 am for me so please don't mind my stupid attitude here.

[kaythetrashcan]

This has been just a thing that I have been rotating around my brain and I need to get it out somewhere.

I wish at least one of L's successors was a girl.

It's a pretty well-known fact that Death note doesn't have the greatest writing of female characters.

Apart from a general lack of women, I'm also kinda bothered that they aren't allowed to be smart.

Misa is often described as stupid and (at least in the anime) she kinda gets dumber after the time-skip. Pre-timeskip Misa was good with disguises, had a clever plan of finding Light and got a confession out of Higuchi. She's inteligent but follows her emotions first, which causes her to act reckless and dumb. Post time skip Misa is not that.

Rem's card is revealed way too early and she doesn't even try to find a way where both her and Misa can live.

And Kiyomi is easily manipulated by Light (it was so easy that I though she was working for SPK) plus she's described as stupid by Near.

Love these gals but they deserved better writing.

Interestingly enough, all of these girls are on Kira's side. L/Near/Mello's side have Naomi, who gets killed off early on, and Wedy plus Halle, who don't really have a personality.

So having one of L's successors be a gal (or both) would be a good fix for this problem.

I just like the idea of Light throwing a tantrum bc he got beaten by a girl or a badass mafia goth girl existing in the story.