#i love osamu so much

[kuni-kuun]

and another mundane day

[wonder-and-wildflowers]

Dazai canonically rambling about his loved ones at every possible opportunity is so dear to me.

Mori knew a lot of the things he did about Oda because Dazai told him. Akutagawa also knew about Oda and how important he is to Dazai because of Dazai's ramblings. Random, unnamed PM members know about Oda being very dear to Dazai, because Dazai praises him and talks about how great he is.

Chuuya knew straight away that Dazai had been speaking about him to the ADA. It wasn't something he expressed feeling betrayed or suprised about. It was just an immediate understanding that of all the ways they could probably have known about him and his ability despite it being confidential information in the PM, Dazai's ramblings were most likely the reason.

The way that Dazai speaks about Ranpo to quite literally anyone who will listen. To Fydor, to random cops, to Atsushi.

Dazai canonically brags about the people he cares about in an 'omg omg omg my person my people I love them look how amazing they are' way.

[spoksstuff]

Home 🏠❤️‍🩹

all credits to the original artist @zaerxa on X, ig & tumblr

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[esmiara]

Damn. Is that a new soukoku dump? Might be.

[kokoasci]

been really enjoying sketching lately !!

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

Bsd really is THAT story isn’t it? Mafia x detective, enemies to lovers, supernatural powers, gay gay homosexual gay, author au, found family, be gay do crime, french people, uber instincts of uber autism, old man yaoi, cats and no dogs, vampires, clowns, American capitalism, babygirls, twinks, a dragon, furries, the list could go on and on

[softboiled-egg]

Teen dazai doodles bc I love the little freak

[emmyrosee]

Outside, the rain pours like no one’s business, the wind howling in frustration as it mingles with the tinkering drops against your roof and windows.

You, luckily, are curled happily under your blanket, scrolling through your phone with a nice cup of tea next to you, enjoying the sounds of a storm in nothing but your own company.

Until-

“Ah. You’re home,” you hum, flicking your eyes up at osamu, then back to your phone. His arms are filled with reusable bags that dangle from the bulky muscles, two large palms cradling the milk, and the fluffiness of his hair lays flat to his head. His shirt is soaked, you hear the squish of his shoes, and you hate how cute the wet-dog aesthetic is on your man.

You hear him pant softly, “it’s. Wet. Outside.”

You chuckle and shake your head, reaching for your cup of tea, “yeah baby, that’s why I’m inside.”

“You could’ve helped your strong, smart, talented, amazing boyfriend with the groceries.”

“I offered, you said you “‘got this’,” you hum, secretly glad your boyfriends chivalry knows no bounds and he’d rather get drenched in the cold rain than risk you getting drenched in the cold rain.

But he is a Miya. He’s going to whine just a little bit.

You hear him place the groceries down, “but now I’m cold. And my shoes are wet. And I was lonely.”

You click off your phone and shrug off your blanket, making your way towards him. He smiles as you approach, and when you use a warm hand to move his hair off his forehead, he nuzzles into your touch.

“Thank you for getting the groceries,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold forehead. “Go take a nice hot shower, I’ll put them away.”

“I only bought a few frozen things, so you can join me in the shower.”

You giggle, “as tempting as that is, I’d really like you to warm up.”

He smirks and, before you can process, he scoops you up in his arms and throws you over his shoulder, his freezing shirt soaking you as you writhe and scream at the playful action. “Osamu!”

“Now you’re wet too. Come shower with me, and wash my hair.”

“You bought dairy,” you manage between titters, “I have to put it away.”

“So let’s put it away together. Then we can shower.”

“You’re so clingy!”

“Oh I’ll show you clingy.”

[5iyoomi]

afab!reader, drabble, timeskip osamu, nsfw

touch starved!osamu who just wants to be near you even if he's too busy to give you his full attention.

touch starved!osamu who freezes up when you wrap your arms around his waist while he's washing the dishes, kissing the nape of his neck and murmuring a quiet 'I love you' that leaves him reeling for the rest of the night.

touch starved!osamu who (despite wholeheartedly denying it if you point it out) pops a boner at the most inconvenient of times because of the simplest of touches, having to tough it out during a rush because your arm accidentally brushed his in the kitchen.

touch starved!osamu who gets caught staring, eyes tracing up and down your figure and the way your clothes hug your curves. he doesn't know it's obvious, that you've caught onto the fact that your mere presence can make him twitch.

touch starved!osamu who sets you on top of the counter at Onigiri Miya the second the last customer leaves, shushing you when you tell him you're gonna make a mess.

touch starved!osamu who can only ever fuck you in missionary because he wants to watch your reactions to him, wants to lick the tears that fall down your pretty little face when his cock hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. you don't miss the choked breath he lets out when your nails run down his toned back, hot and equally needy.

touch starved!osamu who's hands never leave your body. one hand gently tangled in your hand while he's ramming into you with the other going from holding your thigh to squeezing your soft breast, crazed, like he can't get enough of that feeling of you surrounding him.

touch starved!osamu who kisses you stupid when he cums, lazily pumping you full because he doesn't want to let you go just yet. his chin resting in the crook of your neck and his sweaty fingers threaded with yours.

touch starved!osamu who keeps you close to him even when you mutter something after a while about being dirty, holding your hand while you steady yourself and trying (and failing) to resist the urge to do it all over again once he sees his cum dripping out of your pussy.

touch starved!osamu who, after you somehow make it back home, holds you in his arms and whispers praises in your ear as you slowly fall asleep against him. you're always so sweet for him, it's hard not to feel warmer in your embrace.

[i-eat-mold]

Do you ever think about whether Oda ever received a call in the middle of the night from Dazai? How Oda knew dazai was just too stubborn to ask anyone for help. Maybe just once he was worried about the kid, he said ‘to call him if he ever needed him, he didn’t even have to tell him why, if dazai called him he’d go and get him, any time, anywhere’. How Dazai brushed it off with a joke, but one night Oda receives a call in the middle of the night and when he sees the caller ID his heart drops, and as promised, Oda gets in the car and speeds out to get Dazai without a single word needed to be spoken. Do you ever think about how many nights Oda might have lost sleep because he was worried about this kid? and how he’d never forgive himself if he needed him but he wasn’t awake to pick up his call? Do you ever think about how oda might have looked at this boy and thought “how can they not see he’s just a kid? How can they see him as a demon? As a monster? All I see is a scared, alone little kid. How can they not see this? How can they not think it’s inhumane to let him live in a literal metal container?” Ever think how he saw the empty eyes of this kid and wanted to take him in? Give him a warm meal? A hug? A real bed? Ever think how he must’ve felt knowing he was his only real friend, and how he must have felt when he was dying in this kids arms, this lonely, sad, messed up kids arms, leaving him behind? How he cared so deeply about this kid that his final words were to plea him to get out of that darkness, to seek light? Ever think about how proud he must be of this kid, now grown, for staying alive and taking in other lost children the way he wanted to take him in? Ever think of that?

[milky-aeons]

the first thing you learned about Armed Detective Agent Dazai Osamu — he was a womaniser. and a damn good sweet-talker. and had large, mocha-coloured eyes that shifted between ochre and gold in the sunshine.

you never really stood a chance.

the first thing Dazai learned about you, was that you took your coffee with three spoonfuls of sugar. that you bit the sides of your nails while concentrating. but your expressions — they always reminded him of crystal glass. you were so transparent, so easy to look through, to judge. but in that transparency lay a type of genuineness. in a world where Dazai struggled to belong, he found you. you did not give him a reason to live — but you held his sinful, blood-stained hands without flinching and reminded him to eat his meals on time.

he never really stood a chance, either.

[nugget-child]

One of my favorite things about the Lovecraft fight is how John, the guild guy, is just minding his own business with Dazai threatening him, and the whole time they are watching Chuuya fight Dazai just can’t help but be so in love that he spends the whole time info dumping to this random ass guild stranger about Chuuya like a middle school girl yapping about her crush

[lotus-pear]

bsd rewatch w my friend means obligatory art of my fav found family ever

[esmiara]

Surprise attack!

[iennoganan-aha]

Sigma PLEASE he’s not funny girl. GO‼️