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deaths-presence · 10 months ago

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Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 6: The Becoming

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1.7k Characters Featured: Dazai Osamu Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, usual Dazai suicide comment warning, lmk if I happened to miss anything please! Tag List: @decaf-nosebleed @isa-ghost @xakumi @bunchofdoodlesinspace A/N: If you want to be added to the tag list, feel free to let me know! We are finally here at the moment we've been wanting for so long.

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You awoke in a room that was starting to darken with the evening sky, but part of you was relieved to realize it wasn’t recognizable. On the one hand, you immediately wondered where you were.On the other, however, you began to remember what happened before you slipped into darkness against your will. Your suspicions were confirmed when the bed you lay on resembled one you would see in a hospital. Was that where you were? The thought was quickly dispelled by the presence you missed off to your left side.

“The sleeping beauty finally rises from her slumber,” the honeyed voice makes your head spin towards the source. His chocolate eyes were latched onto you, and the little smirk on his face made you aware of his amusement at your reaction.

“Dazai, was it?” you asked after a moment, your voice laced with exhaustion. “You touched the doll, and everything stopped.”

Dazai gave a hum of approval. “I did! My nullifying ability was able to cancel out Q’s madness that spread across Yokohama thanks to Atsushi’s efforts. I saw you. You tried to keep Atsushi from dying; such selflessness.”

You sat up more in the semi-uncomfortable bed and shrugged your shoulders at his praise. The more you thought about it, you registered that you didn’t give saving Atsushi a second thought. You were willing to risk your life, but maybe that was because you weren’t sure you were initially going to survive the landing. However, it certainly didn’t feel self-sacrificial either.

“I was only doing what I thought was right, and that meant making sure Atsushi gave you that doll. It was the least I could do after he explained what was happening,” you attempted to explain.

“Were you escaping the Guild?” His eyes were watching you with such precision, and you could sense that he was trying to gather any piece of information about you that he could. It was understandable, you reasoned. You were the stranger that was previously with the enemy before you were found.

“I was never truly a part of it like the rest are. I didn’t join out of my own willingness. I’m sure Atsushi has at least told you that.”

Dazai’s smile returned, and it was the only confirmation you needed to know that Atsushi did relay the knowledge to him. “I admit it is part of the reason why we decided to bring you back to the Armed Detective Agency, besides Atsushi insisting on it.”

So that’s where you were.

“In fact, I was even willing to thank the angel that would give her life for our Atsushi’s safety. You could only imagine my surprise when I saw you instead,” he commented with a grin. It only widened when his words made you squint at him. You picked up on the flirty tone after all.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” you quipped, hiding your surprise at how fast the words came out of your mouth. You knew better than to be rude in fear of being left to fend for yourself. You were here upon the graciousness of Dazai and Atsushi after all.

Dazai’s little giggle kept you from panicking. “No, not at all. Instead, I should be grateful. I don’t think you realize how many in your position would have never risked death and focused on saving themselves instead.”

You crinkled your nose and shook your head in disapproval. “The Guild may have crushed my sense of freedom, but I did not forget my morals and beliefs. Atsushi was willing to risk everything, so I decided I would too. I had nothing else to lose in that moment.” Your gaze caught the way his eyes shifted from studying you to properly seeing you for the first time, and you turned your head away as he spoke next.

“That’s what I thought you would say. Goodness, I may have found someone that may finally agree to a double suicide,” he sighed dreamily.

“I’m sorry, agree to a what—?!” you nearly shrieked.

The disappointment was evident on his face after your question. “Every woman I’ve ever asked has always said no. I thought you would’ve been the one after being so willing to give your own life, especially with such a pretty face.”

The urge to slap Dazai was replaced by confusion for the way your cheeks felt hot at his comment. You decided to hide in the sheets that you held up to your face, hoping you looked disappointed instead of flustered. “You do not ask every woman you encounter. I feel so sorry for them.”

“It is their loss, just like it is yours,” he huffed out and sat back further in the chair that resided by your bedside.

“I’m good, thanks,” you retorted with sarcasm dripping from your words. You showed your face again once you knew the blush from your face was gone, deciding to change the subject before he went on. “How long do I have here?”

Dazai’s eyes slid back over to you. “It would depend on how long you think you are staying.”

Your body squirmed. You got into all this mess trying to find Roberte, and you didn’t know how long it would take to finally locate him. It was never your intention to grace the ADA with your sudden presence, but it was a genuine concern to be left alone with Fitzgerald who would be hunting you down.

“I do not want to burden you. I’m sure the last thing you need is someone else to worry about, at least until I find what I came looking for,” you finally replied.

“And what is it that you are searching for in Yokohama of all places?” His curiosity was back to soaking up information from you.

“My brother had written to me. Roberte said he had found work in the Guild and to come join him, but when I arrived, he was nowhere to be found. That’s when Fitzgerald saw my ability and decided to use me for his purposes. I’m not sure Roberte’s even here at this point,” you explained, your voice more fragile now. “I want to go home, but I have to find him first.”

Dazai was quiet at your words before standing up. Your eyes watched his lanky form draw the curtains around your bed, and it was only then that you noted he had discarded the tan trench coat from earlier. Your heart fluttered as he turned towards you, and you excused it for the rising anxiety.

“Are you too exhausted to show me how your ability works?”

The question made your stomach drop, and Dazai could see how much dread was in your eyes at it. You didn’t give him a chance to reply as you took a shaky breath. “Can I ask why first? I’ve never been able to without repercussions.”

“Atsushi said that you could shapeshift into other people. I want to see how you’re able to do it. It’s something we should understand if we are to help protect you here,” he answered.

You couldn’t argue with his reasoning. Your ability was powerful and had already started to end up in the wrong hands with the Guild. You decided despite your initial discomfort, it would be best to comply.

Your eyes were now staring into his scrutinizing brown ones as you replied. “Can you give me something that has personal meaning or is commonly worn by someone? Nothing of yours, though. I’m afraid as soon as I was able to try, I wouldn’t be able to with how your ability works. It would cancel mine.”

Dazai thought quietly before holding up a finger, signaling for you to wait before stepping out of the curtains and leaving you alone. He shortly returned with something in his hand, and you examined the red sailor collar as it was given to you.

“Give me a moment, please. A new Change is more difficult,” you warned. Your eyes closed as you attempted to focus. Your fingers explored the red fabric, trying to find the connection. It took a few seconds, but you were able to latch onto something. Long, sleek black hair that went down to her hips and dark gray eyes. She was an Agency member despite still being a high school student. You opened your eyes to find Dazai’s interested eyes on you as you finished the shapeshifted appearance.

“Do you know her name?”

You searched through her mind, and with ease found the desired answer. “Naomi?” Your voice startled you, sounding nothing like yours.

“So, you are also able to be convincing once you’re connected to them,” Dazai observed.

“Only if their mind isn’t guarded. There have been people I’ve tried to imitate only to be blocked out of knowing who they are,” you informed.

Dazai was silent for a long moment before speaking again. “You can return back now.”

You sighed in relief as you shifted back to your normal appearance, offering the red collar for him to give back to Naomi. “It works with physical touch, too. It doesn’t just have to be a person’s belongings that make it unique to them.”

“Is it possible to use more than one Change, as you call it?” His hand was on his chin.

“I can have them. They do become harder to maintain in memory if I don’t use them after a certain amount of time, though, and I would have to repeat the same process,” you said.

Dazai hummed, and you determined he was someone who was difficult to read. He always kept an impressive metaphorical mask on his face besides the playful smiles and teasing that you observed earlier. You couldn’t place what he was thinking as he kept his gaze on you. Therefore, it alarmed you when he merely smiled.

“In that case, we’ll discuss everything in the morning. If you need anything, Yosano will be here overnight. I simply wouldn’t want to keep you from recovering,” he cooed as he began to exit. At the last second, he peeked his head past the curtain again. “Make sure to have sweet dreams about me.”

You scowled and raised one of your pillows to hit him with it as a threat before he disappeared with mischievous giggling. You heard the door close and sat the pillow back down once you were alone again. You decided you were going to take up Dazai’s offer and continue to rest, and maybe just once you would have a peaceful night’s sleep while being in the ADA’s safety.

You curled up underneath the covers, not noticing the small little smile on your lips as you succumbed to sleep. You didn’t dream of Dazai, but you were free from nightmares for one night.

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shakey-hands · 4 years ago

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Hi hi!! I LOVED your fic about Ranpo and Fukuzawa, it was wonderful❤️ And I adored your writing style as well, I really hope you’ll continue writing~

I’d love to see a Kunikida x Fem!Reader where the reader is dating Kunikida for a few years and one day, a client comes and starts flirting heavily with the reader and Kunikida decides to make him understand that she has a boyfriend. (I’m so sorry I just love these healthy jealousy dynamics hehe)

sooo i’m ngl, i love kunikida :) i haven’t finished season 3, i’m waiting for my semester to end before i do. i did take some artistic liberties with this so i hope you like it :)

tw: dazai osamu and men (and slight cursing).

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It was annoying how sunny the day was. Kunikida’s eyes squinted as he added no sunglasses to his ongoing list of why the day was not ideal. First, he woke up late. His eyes had opened to his very loving girlfriend promising to see him at lunch and giving him a kiss on the head before heading to her job. Then, his coffee was cold, making him reheat it in the microwave that then caused the coffee to get everywhere inside. There was no time to clean it up, meaning he would have to figure out how to get the stains out before his girlfriend came home to the mess. It was not like she wouldn’t mind helping him, but Kunikida was in one of his stages where he had to be perfect for her.

Kunikida had showed up to work five minutes late due to some idiot (see: Dazai) holding up traffic to dramatically propose to some random girl in the middle of the street so they could commit suicide together. The crowd had loved it, but the girl had not. Then, Kunikida was slammed with a lot of paperwork all the way until thirty minutes before his lunch. Of course most of the paperwork was just Kunikida fixing other people’s paper work. That one hour of seeing Y/N had the potential to flip his entire day. The bespectacled man looked forward to awkwardly holding Y/N’s hand while they ate the bento boxes she made the night before on a random bench at a park. And yes it was awkward, he never could get the right pressure down, making him either barely hold her hand or squeezing it. It had been years since he started holding her hand, but he never got it down.

That finally leads to one of the worst surprises. Dazai had forgotten to tell Kunikida about an appointment with a client that was fifteen minute before lunch. While this wouldn’t be a big deal, the client needed to meet at the park for lunch and Kunikida did not know how long the meeting would be. Since moving in together in their second year, Y/N and Kunikida had agreed to keep their work lives separate from their home life. That meant that Kunikida could not bring a client to their lunch date. While Y/N was the epitome of kindness and being homey, once she set a boundary she had set it. This was part of why Kunikida loved her so much. However, he was now checking his phone every couple minutes to see if she had responded to his text about lunch.

‘Meeting came up, might be late.’

Vague? Yes. But Kunikida knew she would understand. Hopefully, Y/N would take her time and arrive later than planned. She had a habit of literally stopping to smell the flowers in the park.

The client had been speaking for a long duration, talking about how some thugs were ruining the park's atmosphere and how his grandchildren frequented this place all the time. He was small and had comically large glasses. His hands were folded over one another on top of his cane as he rested on a park bench across the park from Kunikida’s spot with Y/N. Kunikida did not see why the agency was taking this case on. He had gotten a message from Fukuzawa that it was important, but no details as to why. This was a police matter, not something the agency needed to add to its plate. Especially when more pressing jobs needed their attention. The old man spoke slowly, not paying much mind to anything else.

Kunikida’s phone dinged and he couldn’t help looking at it right away.

‘Is this your way of telling me you need to cancel?’

Y/N was just giving him a hard time. She took joy in messing with him, knowing that Kunikida was up tight and would probably freak out. He could vividly see her lips stretch into a teasing smile. All he was missing was the soft kiss on the cheek Y/N always gave him to make up for being mean. She would always pull him down by his tie, gripping it tightly. Dazai had gripped his tie the same way once, and ended up with an earful of colorful words and an official complaint against him. Kunikida let Y/N get away with so much, and he would continue to. He was so in love with his girlfriend of three years.

“Sir, is there an emergency?”

Kunikida snapped out of his daydreams of how Y/N cradled his face whenever they kissed. The client was staring up at him, an eyebrow slightly raised. At the other end of the bench, Dazai snapped his head towards them. He stopped singing the annoying song that had played on the radio that had gotten stuck in both his and Kunikida’s heads. A sly smirk took over his head and slid down the bench towards the client.

“Kunikida,” Dazai said with a wagging finger. “You’re blushing. Were you thinking of a certain little lady in a compromising position?”

Kunikida felt his face heat up. He definitely had not even thought of his girlfriend in that way where other people could perceive him. Especially not during work hours. Kunikida was very private about things like that and so was Y/N. Kunikida started to sputter about, completely appalled by Dazai bringing that up in front of a client. The client looked confused, not knowing what was going on. Dazai let out a loud laugh and began to tease Kunikida more.

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Across the park, Y/N walked up to their spot. She was dressed in her uniform, tired of having to deal with picky clients of her own. Two bento boxes were balanced in her hands, both very similar in food, but different in preferences. Kunikida’s was healthier, with a small salad with various vegetables. Y/N’s had a small slice of the cake she had baked them that week and more fruit. She always woke up early to make them lunch. It was one of the few ways she took care of her loving boyfriend that he found to be quite endearing. Well, he found anything she did endearing, but there were some things that especially made his heart race.

Another example was that she wore the stupid little children’s bracelet he had won her from their first date every day. Due to his nervousness, Kunikida had been convinced by Atsushi and Kenji that he should bring her to the fair the agency was going to. Of course it was for a client, but it had slipped Kunikida’s mind when he first saw Y/N’s smile as he offered (awkwardly and properly of course) to hold her hand so they wouldn’t get lost. While at first it was very practical to not get lost in the crowd, Kunikida did not have to convince himself that the warmth of her hand was something he wanted more of. He was smitten from the beginning, and now he couldn’t imagine a life without her.

Their bench was unoccupied, like always. She sat down, crossing her ankles and casually looking around. It was a nice day, with clouds covering the sun and a soft breeze. A large tree provided extra shade, and if you looked closely, there was a small heart with both Kunikida and her initials carved into one of the large roots. It had happened one night where both had a little too much to drink, but the next morning Kunikida was freaking out over it. Y/N loved their spot.

As her eyes casually drifted over the park, a familiar trench coat caught her eyes. Dazai was draped over a bench, paying no mind to the old man sitting beside him. Standing with his back facing towards her, Kunikida had his weight shifted to one leg and his arms crossed. Y/N smiled at the sight of her boyfriend. His whole body was tense and she knew Dazai was probably giving Kunikida a hard time by the smirk on Dazai’s face. It had taken Y/N a while to get used to Dazai, but now she could smile with appreciation. The two balanced one another, and Y/N was completely aware that if it weren’t for Dazai’s softening of her boyfriend, they would have never gotten together.

Y/N was too much in her head to see the handsome man coming towards her. He had his eyes set on her silky hair and sparkling eyes. The man had been out for his daily run before he met his grandfather and just happened to see the pretty girl on the bench from across the way. Although it was not his usual running path, the man couldn’t help but switch it up. The closer he got, the more he realized how easily he could fall in love with her. As he slowed down, he noticed how she was lost in the scenery of the park.

“So, you come here often?”

Her head turned, unsure about what she was about to look at. Y/N was not impressed by the man in front of her. Though every man seemed to be paled in comparison to her boyfriend. The man in front of her was buff and looked like he was on a run. He was attractive, with high cheekbones and plump lips, but Y/N was not interested. One of her eyebrows quirked up.

“I suppose.” There was an uncertain edge to her voice, hoping he would get the hint.

Instead, the man hiked his foot up on the opposite corner of the bench, flexing in a very obvious way that he was trying to be subtle. “Yeah, I was just on my daily run. I work out a lot, mainly in nature, but don’t turn down any gym days when they come up. Those are rare though. I have a job that keeps me busy. You know, you don’t earn 200 million yen in a year by just sitting on your ass. I mean, sure I take nice vacations to my beach house every once in a while-”

His boasting could be heard from across the park. Which of course caught Dazai’s attention when he saw who the guy was talking to. It was as if God had set up a perfect day for Dazai to have. He hoped Kunikida would explode. The client was very boring and Dazai was pretty sure the supposed thugs happened to be the Port Mafia. He was just waiting for Kunikida to get through all the questions from his notebook so they could go on lunch already. But now? Now a show of entertainment was in sight as Dazai zeroed in on Y/N and how uncomfortable she looked. That would certainly set Kunikida off.

Dazai knew how whipped Kunikida was for Y/N. The tall man almost never liked to talk about things outside of work, unless it came to his girlfriend. Everyone in the office knew to steer clear of the topic of Y/N unless they wanted to be trapped in a conversation about how amazing her cooking was or how well her job was going. It was cute at first, but it had been a couple years and Kunikida was still in his honeymoon phase of worshipping her. But this? This would make him go wild.

Dazai let out a huge sigh as the client kept talking. He noticed how Y/N kept looking over, hoping someone would notice and get her out of whatever hell she was going through. So Dazai waved slightly, making Kunikida look over at him and frown. The client was still talking, going into some story that looked like it would drag on and on. And then, the situation got worse.

Just as Kunikida was looking to see whatever had Dazai’s attention instead of the case, the strange man began to twirl Y/N’s hair around his finger, getting horribly close. His face got too close to hers, noses about to brush. Y/N held her breath, praying that the moment would be over soon. And it was.

Nobody had expected Kunikida to be that fast, but soon he was up the hill to the bench and holding the man who was shorter than him by the collar. There was a rage in his eye that centered around the man’s wandering hands. Y/N stood up quickly, ready to pull Kunikida away from the man if he tried to be too violent. Of course she would pretend to be slow, but she still felt morally obligated to pull them away from one another. Dazai casually walked up the grassy hill, hands in his pocket and smirk on his face.

Kunikida was breathing heavy, mind racing on what he was going to do. He wasn’t naturally a violent person, but he did not like how the man was making Y/N uncomfortable. His sudden rush had caught the attention of those who were close by. There was a silence enveloping the group as they all waited to see what Kunikida would do.

“Unhand my grandson,” The old man yelled as he waddled up the hill at an extremely slow pace.

Dazai raised an eyebrow and looked behind him. For a split second, he was very aware of how easily he could push the old man back down the hill and turn back to the source of the growing tension in the park. But Dazai didn’t want to be the source of any drama in that moment so he just turned back around to see the conflict in Kunikida’s eyes.

“It’s okay, honey,” Y/N said as she slowly put a hand on Kunikida’s shoulder.

Kunikida let down the man, he dropped to his knees from the sudden let go. He faltered as he stood up, readjusting his clothes.

“What the hell is your-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, he was getting socked in the face. Everyone stood in shock as Y/N’s hit sent him straight to the ground. She stood over him with a frown on her face.

“Learn to respect women, asshole.”

And if it were possible, Kunikida fell in love with her more.

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ssamie · 4 years ago

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three. “stalker vibes”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide, probably a lot of spelling mistakes

masterlist. suicide freak!

"class, today we have a new student joining us. please be nice to her" the teacher announced with a smile

kenma flinched at the sudden news. he kept his head down low, discreetly playing on his PSP under his desk, but he listened attentively to their teacher.

as the students started whispering to each other, kenma simply prayed that it wasn't the weirdo that kept bugging him last night. he didn't really know why he was suspecting it to be her. but with her out of context words last night, he couldn't help but be wary.

call it a gut feeling, if you may.

"alright, quiet down!" the teacher said "cmon in, l/n-san"

and just then, kenma swore he lost faith in both god and humanity all in one second.

he shakily looked up to see the same girl from the cafe. her (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and her fairly tall stature was interesting.

but what seemed to catch most of their attention was the bandages covering her arms, legs, and neck. some parts of it could be seen through the uniform jacket and undershirt, while the bandages on her legs could be seen through the thin material of her black tights.

"good morning! im l/n y/n. please take care of me~" she cooed.

she sent them a close eyed smile, along with a wave. it was something about the smooth tone of her voice.or maybe it was her effortlessly captivating smile. maybe it was just the insane amount of bandages she had..

but there was something about her that just somehow had the whole class wanting her attention.

in all honesty, its probably just because she was insanely attractive.

"anything else you'd like to share about yourself?" the teacher asked her

"hm, maybe find out for yourselves~ let's be friends" she mused

kenma raised a brow at her awfully vauge answer. though he decided to shrug it off.

meanwhile, in her perspective, she was pretty much watching every movement of kenma's body. just before she took her seat, she whispered a small request to the teacher.

the teacher nodded along. "alright, you cam sit with kozume-kun, l/n-san"

"kozume-kun? will that be okay with you?" the teacher asked him

kenma froze as he felt multiple eyes land on him. his palms grew sweaty as he nervously nodded. he didn't like the attention he was receiving.

"i'll let you guys get to know each other for now. i'll be in the faculty room if you need me!" the teacher announced before walking out the classroom.

she grinned and skipped over to him.

"why." he muttered in annoyance "just why."

"hehe, well i did say i'd see you tomorrow, did i not?" she said with a cheeky smile

kenma simply stayed quiet, side eying her, before looking back down on his PSP. "stalker." he said

she gasped in offense and dramatically put her hand on her chest. "im no stalker, excuse you!"

kenma scrunched his face up and looked her up and down. "stalker." he said.

"coincidence? not quite! fate?" she raised a brow amusedly "i mean, what else could it be than that!"

"please don't talk to me." kenma sighed

she blatantly ignored him and carried on talking. "or maybe! i specifically asked to be transfered to your school and class!"

kenma looked up at her with a look of irritation and disbelief. "you what?" he scowled

"oh my.." she pouted and placed a hand on her heart dramatically "i was just kidding! do you really think i'd do something like that?"

kenma huffed and put away his console. "yes." he answered

"well then, you're absolutely right!"

"but what i didnt plan was to be able to sit next to you!" she pouted "so now some gentlemen are getting me a desk of my own" she smirked and looked over his shoulder "so for the time being, i guess there's just no other option than to sit on your lap" she chuckled

"oh, since it can't be helped. can't be helped" she said with a small hum

just before kenma would have had to resort to dropkicking her, the said boys waltzes in carrying a desk and a chair

"l/n-san! we got you your desk, sorry for the wait" one of the boys said

"damn." she muttered with a scowl

"damn?" the boys repeated with a nervous smile

"i mean, thank you! what kind gentlemen you are" she sent them a smile as she took a seat beside kenma

the boys all flushed pink and nodded back at her.

her smile quickly dropped as she turned to look at kenma. he was now playing his game again, and blatantly ignoring her.

"ke-n-ma~" she sang out

"kenma-kun~" she called out again

she smiled and slid her desk closer to his, her chair and herself following. she hummed in content as she felt their shoulders brushing.

"what are you doing" kenma asked with a huff as he scooted away from her

"what are you doing? were supposed to use this time to get to know each other" she said with a hum

"no thanks. i know enough." he responded blandly

she pouts and rocks her chair back and forth. "suit yourself. i might just woo the boys and girls for the time being" she said as she send a wave to a group of girls a few tables away from them

"i'd ask them on a double suicide, but no one could ever beat you" she cooed as she nudged his shoulder with hers

"i don't care" he said as he turned away from her

"meet you later at lunch pudding~"

"dont talk to me"

as lunch time ensues, kenma practically bolted out the door. luckily for him, she stayed true to her words of 'wooing the boys and girls'.

currently, y/n was trapped in a circle of hormonal teenagers. she was merely smiling and laughing, throwing in flirtatious words here and there.

"eek! l/n-chan, come eat lunch with us!" one girl exclaimed

y/n blinked and smiled blankly. she was slightly concerned on how quick these girls' sexualities flipped a 180°.

"sorry, but i made plans with someone already" she said as she slyly pushed her way through the crowd "maybe tomorrow!" she exclaimed before walking out

"if im still alive~" she cooed to herself

"now.." she muttered to herself as she stopped by a hallway. "where's that pudding head.."

she looked around a few more times before giving up. she shrugged it off and made a bee line towards the rooftop

"fresh air, nice view, conveniently placed rope.." she listed out with a content sigh. she looked around the seemingly empty rooftop and nodded with determination. she picked up the 'conveniently placed rope' and started tying a noose

humming a small tune to herself, she tied the rope around her neck with a smile.

"who would've thought that doing it in a school rooftop would be the trick?" she mused with a small laugh

meanwhile in poor kenma's perspective, he was merely trying to play his game in peace. he had ran away from kuroo, and the only possible hiding place left would be the rooftop.

all he wanted was to play his game.

what he didn't want, was to see someone trying to hang themselves with a huge smile on their face.

"w-what the-" he stuttered out

"oya?" she muttered out as she made eye contact with him

"kenma! great timing! perfect, actually!" she cheered

she slipped the noose off and waved at him, holding the rope with her hands.

"i was initially gonna be alone, but with you here, the whole game plan has changed!" she said with a hearty laugh

"y/n?! what are you doing?!" he asked with a look of panic in his eyes. he gripped his PSP tight as he warily stepped closer to her.

she cocked her head to the side and gave him a confused smile. "what else? im gonna hang myself, of course"

"dont do that! are you crazy??" he exclaimed

"of course im not! but this-" she motioned to the rope "this will be my way out! who knew the oldest method in the book would be the answer" she hummed

kenma didn't answer. but he slowly put down his PSP on the ground and creeped up on her. as she started singing some weird suicide song, kenma was already behind her. she simply thought he was planning on joining her so she left him be.

"alright! time to d-"

before she could slide her head in and wrap the noose around her neck, kenma was already tackling her.

"stop it, you suicidal maniac!" he exclaimed as he pushed his body against hers

her eyes widen comically as she slipped on the chair she was standing on, sending her flying in the air. as funny and as impossible as it is, she, for some reason, ended up having her leg stuck to the noose, leaving her dangling upside down.

kenma, however, was on the ground laying on his stomach. y/n looks at him with her (e/c) eyes, a look of confusion and irritation lacing her features.

"damn." she scowled

"damn?!" he repeated with a scoff

kenma stood up, dusting his uniform as he glared at her with his cat-like eyes. "i just saved your life." he glared at her "and why are you doing that anyway?"

she then smiled sheepishly and placed her hands on her chest. "i just thought that ending it here, without atsushi and kunikida-kun or anyone else to interfere, would be the perfect way out!"

"but then you came.." she gritted her teeth

kenma scoffed in offense and picked his PSP up from the ground.

"i actually thought you were finally gonna join me!" she whined "imagine the hurt i felt after your betrayal!" she exclaimed dramatically

kenma sighed and clutched his pulsating chest. it was definitely his first time doing something like that.

"ne, kenma-kun" she whined "since you're already here, you might as well eat lunch with me"

she wiggled around in hope of freeing herself but sighed in defeat when she failed to do so. "also, maybe come help me out of this?" she asked sheepishly

"just die like that." kenma replied bluntly. he took a seat next to her dangling body, cowering in the shade as he continued to play his game, though he sneeked some glances at her from time to time.

"but i snuck in some alcohol and i was dying to try it out" she sighed dejectedly

"alcohol?" kenma cringed

"well, yeah. i was hoping i'd consume so much i'd just die from it" she said nonchalantly "and because i like the taste of it"

"help me out ke-n-ma~" she sang out "ke-n-ma~"

kenma simply ignored her and continued playing.

"..." she paused

"kyanmaaaa!! ~" she called out while waving her arms around

"fine!" he snapped and stomped over to her, blushing once he caught sight of her lifted skirt. though there wasn't really much to see since she was wearing shorts.

"hold still-" he huffed as he tried to untie the knot

"hehe, this is real intimate, don't you think?" she chuckled and hugged his torso, though she ended up hugging his lower waist due to her current position. she nuzzled her face into his midsection, making him flinch

"yeah. real cute. romantic. wow." he retorted sarcastically as he started sliding her leg out

she let out a yelp as she suddenly fell on the hard ground. she looked up at his unamused face with a sly grin. she was laying the the floor while he looked down at her.

"so.. you come here often?" she snickered

"die."

"that's the plan!"

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along-came-atsushi · 3 years ago

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Thank you for everything <3 It was a thoughtful response and I appreciate it. I read the suggested posts and they are *enlightening*. So um I hated Dazai when I first started reading BSD lol. My initial impression was uncharitable. Then I reread it and realized all of the characters are more nuanced and well-rounded than I gave it credit for. I’ve since found fans with interesting and creative insights I had never considered (like you!). Overwhelmingly a lot of the bad behavior I see

So um I hated Dazai when I first started reading BSD lol. My initial impression was uncharitable.

Tbh, I also didn’t like Dazai that much when I started reading/watching BSD 😂

I think most of it was due to the fandom hyping him so much. Like, there was Dazai everywhere, and you saw very little of the other characters. I believed he was just so beloved, because he was the “charming, good looking guy”, and that’s it. But as the story progressed and more about him was revealed, he started to really grew on me. Now, he’s even one of my favs.

I also didn’t like Atsushi that much at the beginning. But that’s a different story 😂

I’ve since found fans with interesting and creative insights I had never considered (like you!)

Oh god, thank you so much! <3 Tbh, I just assume that all my insights are either unpopular (so, if you’re looking for that, then this blog is the right place lol) or blatantly obvious.

I’m honestly surprised that you think they are interesting and creative (ﾟヮﾟ)

Like the point of fan creation is to play in the space. I don’t think they should feel pressured to justify their ship or hcs or anything like that.

Of course, that’s exactly why fanon exists and that’s a good thing! It is there so that we, the fans, can play with all sorts of ideas: “What ifs” and “Imagines” and “Here is my AU” and “No one died” and so on.

I like shipping, too, even if it’s not the main focus of my blog. I can look at characters’ interactions with my shipping glasses on and mark it as “evidence” for something that solely exists in my head. And, personally, I don’t have a problem, if my ships don’t turn out to be canon. Especially, if the canon story doesn’t evolve around romance in the first place.

In regards to my interpretation on Dazai, I have been called delusional or biphobic and I wasn’t even in their corner.

I’m very sorry to hear that. People should not feel butthurt about another person’s headcanon or even instantly call you [whatever]phobic, just because you have a different opinion than them.

But I guess that’s the spirit of cancel culture nowadays.

It’s in all fandoms for sure but some survive this problem by being large enough to form ‘outer groups’. I don’t know if the BSD fandom is that big.

Oof, I don’t know either. The BSD fandom definitely has become bigger, but it’s still pretty small compared to other popular series.

My personal experiences so far were: the bigger the fandom, the more toxic it is. I have seen the worst fandom wars and discourses between people in the really big fandoms.

And I have the uttermost respect for content creators there, especially for meta writers. Some people I follow have to endure hate and harassment on an almost daily basis for their pretty objective metas (I’d say these people are in these ‘outer groups’ like you called it). In some fandoms, even fanfic writers or gif makers receive harassment for the content they post. I just hope it will never be like this in the BSD fandom.

(It also totally exists in academia and some irl conferences get bonkers violent over things just like this lol Imagine two professors going fisticuffs in a hotel parking lot).

As an academic, I can agree! 😅 I’ve witnessed very heated discussions between students, as well as lectures or professors, about stuff that is pretty much just headcanon

Thank you for listening. I apologize if I took too much of your time. I did not intend to be so negative. I really value your metas and blog :3

No, thank YOU for writing me again and for your nice words! (｡♥‿♥｡) And I’m very sorry that my answer took so long. My real life is still really busy atm! ;^;

I like reading what you have to say. And you didn’t take much of my time at all! I also don’t see you being negative here. Sometimes you just have to talk about fandom drama and the experiences you’ve made.

We all want fandom to be a fun space, where you talk about the stuff that you like with other people who want to do the same. But sadly, reality looks different, and sometimes fandoms can be so toxic that you even lose all interest in the stories and characters that made you so happy before.

#Q&A #fandom wank

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shoichee · 4 years ago

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Phantom Thieves of Hearts in KNB

This is part 3 for Murasakibara only! Part 2 and part 1 for other KNB characters are right here and here, respectively!

Persona 5 x Kuroko no Basket crossover

[Murasakibara x s/o reader]

Headcanons on how KNB characters find out you were a member of the Phantom Thieves + what they do afterwards

@akichan-th i remember how you wanted a murasakibara h/c and i spent a while thinking LOL

Warning: spoilers regarding the palace’s deadline after 10/11 and the subsequent events shortly after

Murasakibara Atsushi

in this headcanon, the PT is located in either Yosen high or any nearby schools in Akita, since it’s a 7 hour drive minimum from Akita to Tokyo (the main location of the PT, Shujin Academy)

you and Murasakibara have been dating for a few months

very casual, easygoing relationship between the two of you where you two give each other space if needed and cuddle (while snacking, of course) other times

so your Phantom Thief life remained secretive and very manageable to keep under wraps, especially since he just never saw the need to poke and prod through your business if you never bring it up yourself first

as long as you gave him cuddles and snacks, he didn’t have a problem; he knew you were a good person too, so he had no reason to doubt you

“(y/n)-chin,” he childishly demanded. “I wanna cuddle.”

“Ah..! I’m so sorry, Atsu!” you gave him an enveloping hug as an apology. “But not today, I have lots of work to do for school…”

you gave him a regretful look, and while he was pouting and whining for snacks, he eventually let you go out of his ginormous arms

he might be a childish person and have lots of clingy tendencies/demands, but he’s still reasonable in letting you carry out your own life

. . .

“Ready to explore the palace?” Futaba waves you over, with the other hand grasping her phone that already had the metaverse app opened and ready to be activated

“Yup,” you heaved, after jogging briskly for several minutes to the hideout

Ryuji: “Alright! All set!”

Haru: “I’m still a little nervous…”

Ann: “Don’t worry, Haru! We’ll make sure to change his heart!”

. . .

“Humpf,” Murasakibara huffed, blowing his hair strand off his face for the umpteenth time as his chin was propped on the table, his biscuits left mostly forgotten a few feet away

“You’ve been sighing a lot, Atsushi.” Himuro peered over from his book to see him moping. “What’s wrong?”

“(y/n)-chin isn’t here,” he grumbled

“That can’t be helped sometimes, you know.”

“I knooow,” he drawled before sighing again

“What are all these snacks lying around for? Aren’t you going to eat them?”

“They’re for (y/n)-chin, obviously.”

“Staring holes into the Hi-Chew packages isn’t going to summon them over. Come here, we can use the kitchen and maybe fix you up a quick appetizer to take your mind off of this.”

“O-kay.”

the next subsequent day, Murasakibara was clingier than normal, even went as so far as to initiate PDA by holding your hand when walking in the hallways and draping himself all over you during breaks

and yes, he fed you those snacks he saved for you from yesterday

Murasakibara honestly thought this was going to be a one time thing where you were busy, but since you were working on Okumura’s palace before the deadline, you had to always leave every day, or at least every other day, to finish the palace exploration

you initially went to the palace with the PT every day, but after seeing Murasakibara’s sour moods during school and being really grumpy over you not spending time with him, you opted to tell Joker that you would settle on coming every other day instead

Murasakibara still had some reservations about the changes in your “after school” activities that didn’t involve him by your side, but at least he knew you made the effort to try to be with him as much as you could, even though he could see how important these “activities” were to you

so for now, he was content enough with the way things are

until several days later, when he was about to approach you after school, after finding you in a secluded corner of the campus outside (it wasn’t hard to spot you with his height), he tried to approach you when he overheard your hushed conversation on the phone:

“Yeah… got it… mhm… I’ll be there at Leblanc… yeah, it wouldn’t be a problem, I hope. I should be free this evening, Akira. Wait for me, okay?”

Akira? Who was that?

Murasakibara stood there, frowning as he was processing your words and the possible implications from them, and for the first time, he felt doubt

while he was lost in his thoughts, you hung off the call, and went to look for Murasakibara, and in immediately spotting the tower of your boyfriend, you ran to him

“Atsu!” you cheerily called, and it immediately snapped Murasakibara out of his thoughts to face you (more like looking down)

“Atsu,” you said, squeezing his torso in a hug and nuzzling him. “I gotta go again… But I’ll make it up to you, I promise!”

and as you backed up from Murasakibara to start jogging to your destination, you yelled out, “I’ll bring lots of food tomorrow for lunch!”

a small hiss in the back of his mind concluded that you were possibly seeing someone else; the fact that you constantly canceled a lot of plans with him just for these “activities” already gnawed at him

in his laziness dread, he opted not to follow you at all and immediately went to look for Himuro

“Muro-chin, what does it mean when someone is always busy?”

“Is this about (y/n)-chan again?” Himuro chuckled, not missing the way how Mursakibara was even more sullen than usual

“Che.”

“Maybe you need to talk to them yourself, Atsushi,” he hummed, walking slightly ahead of the giant. “You can’t constantly rely on me for all your decisions.”

“Maybe they’re just sick of eating snacks with you 24/7,” Fukui popped up between them. “Have you ever even been on a proper date with (l/n) before??”

“(y/n)-chin isn’t like that…” he grumbled vehemently, but it was totally obvious that he was hesitant

the next day, you came to school like nothing ever happened, your face bright as you held a cloth loaded with bento boxes, and Murasakibara decided to try Himuro’s advice to “talk to you”

“(y/n)-chin, you like me, right?” he propped his chin on your head

“Huh? Of course I do, silly,” you beamed up at him, and Murasakibara, right there and then, lost the will to question you any further, and he felt the doubt washed away

he figured this whole ordeal must’ve been just his imagination and he chided himself for doubting you like that when you always gave him amazing food and told him when you were free and whatnot

scratch that, when school finished for the day, you were ready to bounce out again with another excuse

his doubt came back and just multiplied tenfold

you felt really guilty, leaving your boyfriend in the dust constantly

you hadn’t anticipate this would happen, no; Okumura’s palace unexpectedly became a lot harder to deal with in the deepest areas, especially with the constant puzzles in the maze to sort through

and you knew he wasn’t a stupid person to overlook your behavior despite his oblivious surface, but even though you knew you couldn’t tell him your secret life, you tried to make him feel better in the only way you knew how: give him food

but there’s only so much food could do to appease Murasakibara before enough was enough for him

so while you ran out from campus again for the umpteenth time, Murasakibara decided to put his laziness to the side and follow you for once

okay but to outsiders, it totally looked like this grown ass man child giant was stalking a little, unsuspecting you

you made a sharp turn before slipping into a quaint coffee shop, and Murasakibara made the connection to the phone call after seeing the shop sign “Leblanc”

he was already jittering inside from nerves, but now he’s agitated

If he walked in, was he going to see you with another person?

he gave a slow sigh before stopping before the door and opening it as he ducked in the doorway

a soft jingle from the door’s bell announced his entrance and everyone in the shop (including you) stopped their conversations midway and turned their attention to the newcomer (whose shadow from standing at the door blanketed the entire shop interior)

Ryuji: “Huh? Can’t you read? Shop’s closed.”

Makoto: “Ryuji! Can’t you just be nice?—I’m sorry, please don’t mind his manners, but he is right that we’re not open as of now…”

“(y/n)-chin came in here.”

Ann: “A-ah! Well, yes they did! But uh, they’re a sweeper and is training to be a waitress—”

you jabbed Ann’s side with your elbow with a “shhh” before you got up from your seat to walk to Murasakibara

“Atsu, what are you doing here?”

“I came here to ask you the same thing, chibi-chin.”

“(y/n) is working here as an apprentice to be a coffee barista under the owner’s tutelage along with the rest of us,” Joker said, getting up from his seat to walk towards Mura as well

“Akira…” you turned to Joker

not only was this man on a first name basis with you, but he was the Akira from the phone call

Joker could suddenly sense a huge spike in a hostile aura emitted by the purple-haired titan

Murasakibara suddenly pulled your arm into his chest and wrapped your waist from behind, all while glaring at the ravenette

“(y/n)-chin is mine.”

there was a collective silence before everyone started shouting in disbelief

“I didn’t know you dated anyone, (y/n)!!” “That’s sooo cute!!” “How long were you with him?” “What a wonderful thing to experience, (y/n)-chan!” “Mwehe, got any dirt on (y/n)?”

Joker just gives a smirk to the two of you, which you knew he meant that he was gonna make some comments and jokes on your relationship from this point on

No wonder you couldn’t come everyday to do a palace run.

“Ugh, seriously?? How the hell did (y/n) find someone before all of us? I mean, I thought being a Phantom Thief would’ve made me more noticeable to girls—”

“Ryuji!!”

“Oh… uh—”

everyone in the PT gang turned to Murasakibara to gauge his reaction:

he just had figurative question marks and clouds floating over his head as he continued to embrace you from behind

“Fan… tom… Thief?” (you inwardly sighed in relief and amusement at his reaction)

“It’s a group activity we have to do often,” you hurriedly explained. “Like… D&D role-playing gaming, and plus we all do it together after we finish doing barista work… together, but it’s kind of… embarrassing, so that’s why we’re all doing this rather secretively. So… could you keep this to yourself too?”

“O-kay.”

“Yeah, so sorry again, Atsu, but could you leave me to my own devices for the evening again?...”

“No, I don’t want to,” he replied, squeezing you even harder with his arms as if daring you to try to escape from him, and you shot glances at your team members to help you out (they looked at you as if this was all yours to deal with)

“Atsuuu,” you turned to face him while still being in his arms. “Other than this group activity, you’re still my number one priority, you know?” and you tippy-toed up to his face to give him a sweet peck on his lips

choruses of fangirling and groaning ring out again

“I guess I’ll leave you be, (y/n)-chin,” Murasakibara said indifferently, but you spied a small smile on his lips

being relieved that you weren’t going behind his back to see someone was an understatement; in fact, he was giddy that you were so forward with him in front of a large group of your friends

true to his word, Murasakibara never mentions a peep of the “Phantom Thieves” again to anyone (other than with you sometimes when you two are alone)

although he merely thought it was just a type of extracurricular/club activity of some sorts, he did ask Himuro (and a nearby nosy Fukui) if they knew what the “Phantom Thieves” were

“I’m surprised you only heard about them now,” Himuro replied. “There’s tons of popular merch of them and everyone is so hyped up that they’re pretending to be the Phantom Thieves themselves and trying to hand out ‘calling cards’ to other students.”

Fukui popped up in hearing the “Phantom Thieves” with a collection of calling cards of his own and bragging about how he had to go through extensive means to obtain the “limited edition” card

so you were just fans of these famed superheroes and role playing it with your other friends? he guess it could be embarrassing for you enough to try to hide this from him

Mura always walks you to Leblanc and then leaves home for the day, but sometimes, Sojiro invites him in (when nobody is doing PT business) for good plate of curry and soba

Murasakibara loves the old man and his cooking

he’s grown somewhat close to your PT friends, particularly Ann, Makoto, and Haru; Ann has a massive sweet tooth like Mura, so she would often give him extra sweets she bought from a dessert shop, meanwhile Makoto and Haru are like mother-figures (strict and doting, respectively) to him (sort of like Akashi and Himuro)

if you didn’t give into his whining for a particular something, he’d turn to Makoto or Haru to try to persuade you in giving in (may or may not work)

he’d probably will not think much of the “PT” business for the longest time, even when the Okumura news break out, because he doesn’t think they’re real to begin with (oh, he would believe the murder is real, but the perpetrator being the “PT” he thinks would be the media over-exagerrating and just giving any anonymous killer at large the term, “PT”)

as long as he wasn’t directly affected, he’s not someone to worry about the needless things

when things were getting dire for the PT, you actually isolated yourself from Murasakibara as well as the Yosen basketball team, not because you hate them, but because you didn’t want to drag them into legal matters with the police by association with you

you cursed yourself for being careless and letting your boyfriend hang out with the PT because someone’s bound to see a giant kid lurking in and around Leblanc at least once

Murasakibara thought he did something wrong and would tried to get your attention, but every time he did, you would expertly avoid him

he even left so many snacks at your desk hoping for you to accept them :((

one day, you finally went up to Murasakibara when you were absolutely sure you were alone with him, and before he could say your name and be elated that you were in front of him again, you coldly said:

“I want to break up.”

the usually apathetic guy would widen his eyes in complete shock and fear; the first thing you said after not talking to him in weeks were… that?

“(y/n)-chin… why? (y/n)-chin! Talk to me...”

It was for the best… you never wanted to ruin his future and his basketball career just by being near you

you feigned indifference and tried turning around to walk away from him, struggling to keep your face from being tear-stricken

“(y/n)-chin!” Murasakibara released a bellow you never heard unless he was playing aggressively on the courts, before he forcefully tug your arm to spin you around

there you were, failing to keep your true feelings hidden as you started sniffling and then full blown sobbing the longer your boyfriend stared at your face in full worry

“Here…” he pressed your face into his shirt as he hoisted you up from your knees, and he walked home with your legs around his waist, crying your eyes out from the stress and fears you’ve felt haunted by lately (“Stop crying, (y/n)-chin, it’s annoying” he would say as he rubbed your back)

as soon as he puts you down on a couch in his living room, you knew he meant business when he had a serious look on his face that meant “Talk now.”

you bit your lip in apprehension and in seeing that, Mura grabbed a few snacks from the cabinets for you before settling next to you again

and you confessed the entire truth to him, sniffling and hiccuping as you struggled to enunciate your words while stuffing your face with cream biscuits

“Is that all?...” Mura tilted his head. “You obviously didn’t kill him, so why are you worried?” he munched on his next package

“Atsu, it’s not that simple, you—”

“I know, I know.” he ruffled your hair before pulling you close

“Just stop crying,” he mumbled into your head

and you felt safe for the first time in a couple of weeks

the Phantom Thieves will overcome this, definitely.

“Don’t break up with me, (y/n)-chin,” he said out of nowhere, pouting and sulking at your figure

you busted a huge laugh, the very sound he missed hearing from you for so long

“I wouldn’t dare, Atsu.”

bonus: sometime in the future, you brought over an overly-curious Murasakibara to mementos with everyone, and there, he finally hears Morgana speaking for the first time. Afterwards, he’s best friends with the cat, taking him everywhere he went whenever he did errands or snack-shopping and ignoring the questioning gazes from strangers as he talked to the said cat like it was a normal thing. Both love to eat sashimi together.

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filo-academia · 4 years ago

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ooo for the character ask you rbed awhile ago, could i ask for sigma or yosano? thank u :)

hiiii! thanks for the ask. your choice of characters is really nice! i'll try my best to lay out my opinions here, but i don't think i'll be able to give you some for yosana bcs i am not that confident with my opinions on her ;;; anyways, i'll go with sigma first~

• Why I like them

Sigma is simply not unlikable. It’s just the vibes he gives when he is in his own habitat (e.g. the casinio), he really was so confident there and I just… I’m weak for that kind of vibe. And also, his duality, like despite looking confident, he’s an anxious and desperate little thing. But most importantly, his sense of morality. I don’t know, he crosses the boundaries of the popular argument of nurture vs nature. Even when he was dumped into the world without any family or ties or purpose, it looks like he intuitively knows that his purpose is not bound for killing (remember: he didn’t ever want to stab Taneda-sensei. He was only driven by DoA’s mission.) There might be underlying reasons why, and honestly, I’m still looming over it through headcanons and theories (but for now I am focusing on Nikolai and Fyodor, so Sigma baby have to wait). Sigma just wants something that would define him, or make him feel like he belong. Hence, why he was so desperate to protect the casino because his identity is tied to it. If he loses it, what would he be? Of course, Fyodor nails it on the part that he knows what Sigma wanted – a home and a purpose. Also, he’s really kind to his customers to a point that he gives them a second chance in every game by sabotaging the game himself, lol. (And memorizing his clients’ numbers and needs.) That’s some high level of service right there. So yeah, he’s just overall precious.

• Why I don’t

Who doesn’t like Sigma, let’s talk. Okay, honestly, I don’t think he is ever culpable for not being able to get out of Decay of Angels. The strong reason would be because it’s the only place that provided him home, security, safety, and identity. He’s deeply tied to the organization because of that. And yes, because he experiences what it feels like to be a stray, and to stay in prisons, and he doesn’t ever want to go back there. So yes, I don’t have any reasons why I don’t like him. For me, there’s simply not any.

• Favorite episode (scene if movie)

Since we still don’t have Season 4 yet, so I’m going substitute manga panel/s for it. Though idk why I can't insert photos when answering this ask. Is there a new Tumblr update for the features? I think there was, but anyways, I'll just going to verbalize it. Most of my favorite manga panels of him are those where he's the most vulnerable, like that time he gave up in front of Atsushi and that one where he slipped off Atsushi's grip. It makes me want to hug him ;;;

• Favorite season/movie

I’ll just substitute this is favorite arc in the manga. Of course, the current Decay of Angels arc where he appears the most.

• Favorite Line

Sigma has said some lines that really resonates so much, but I will just cite one that sticks out to me.

“Hey, somebody tell me, can’t an ordinary man be forgiven for wanting to protect what’s important to him?”

• Favorite outfit

The one he’s wearing, of course! Sigma’s character design is really interesting. The fact that he’s wearing heels and earrings is so groundbreaking. And also, Harukawa-san snapped when they made him have a galactic design in the interior of his coat. And his turtleneck! I really love the fact that he wears a turtleneck underneath, because strip him off other layers and leave him in that turtleneck and slacks, imagine the power he would have. I think it won’t be a stretch to say that Sigma is one of the characters in BSD with Best Character Design.

• OTP

I know GogSig is a known rarepair with Sigma involved, and yes, I have written it at some point – mind you, it’s the fic with my highest word count – but I’m not totally knee-deep in the ship. But I have encountered a rarepair fic before of Chuuya x Sigma, and when it flashed in my mind the potentials of that ship, I do think it’s nice! Kinda has the same vibes with ChuuAtsu, hence why I’m here for it.

• Brotp

I wanted to put Sigma x Atsu in OTP, but I realize I see them more as siblings/best of friends. I don’t know if that counts as Brotp.

• Headcanon

Not much, but I hc Sigma as asexual and nonbinary. And also, I don’t think he’s scared of insects.

• Unpopular opinion

People sometimes call him Fyodor's OC but I don't really think that's the case. Maybe, my point here is un-improved and I must have totally missed other information in the manga (so correct me if I did) but I do think that Sigma isn’t made by Fyodor. He woke up in a dessert, right? Three years ago (as of documented so there's a possibility of something before three years ago.) But the Decay of Angels only obtained a page in consequent to the happenings of Sunday Tragedy, and the events all rolled over quickly from the moment ADA was framed. (And the casino was made 8 days prior to Skyfall.) Besides, Fyodor fetched him up from a prison which might indicate that Fyodor must have only heard of him, and that there might be someone else who made him. But is it actually canon that Fyodor admitted to making him or I totally have forgotten that part? My memory is so wack sometimes, I’m sorry. And also if people only dubbed him as Fyodor's OC as a joke, forgive me for not understanding ;;;

• A wish

I wish Sigma will be with ADA at the end. He just suits to be there, and since BSD has this way to perpetuating patterns like Oda adopted orphans and influenced Dazai by taking in and helping Atsushi, so it is my own wish that such would also influence Atsushi to take in Sigma. Though he already basically had done it by initiating to recruit Kyouka into ADA, but can Sigma be the other one? Please.

• An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

That Sigma would die when he would touch Fyodor to extract information from him. I think it’s pretty much hinted that Fyodor can control his deadly ability but, like, if he knows that Sigma is getting used by Nikolai just to know about his ability, it’s scary for me to think that he would kill Sigma upon the moment of contact. Well, it’s only a theory, so I desperately hope there are other ways to know about Fyodor’s ability without having to possibly kill Sigma in the process. He deserves a character arc with a happy ending!

• 5 words to best describe them

Precious, soft, desperate, must protect

• My nickname for them

I like calling him “Sigma baby~” in a way to indicate that he’s a baby.

As for Yosano, like what I said, I am not so confident with my opinions of her ;;; except that I DO LIKE HER and I ship her with Kouyou.

Anyways, that's all~ ah, i hope my answer isn't too bland or too explosive either. ;;; i hope it reached your standards ;;; but really, thank youuu! it was fun to talk about sigma. i always have time to talk about sigma huhuhuhu

#jai asks #bungou stray dogs #bsd sigma #bsd yosano akiko #spacestuffing

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drabblesanddreams · 6 years ago

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Accidents Happen- Atsushi Nakajima x Reader

Hey everyone :D I’m back with another bsd imagine! I didn’t realize how much more comfortable i am with writing the characters compared to other shows. I had fun writing this albeit there is a cheesy ass ending lmfao sorry yall for unrealistic expectations. This also turned out longer then i wanted to again omg it was just supposed to be 500 words lololol whoops

Also dont be afraid to send in any requests for bsd:)

Fandom: Bungou Stray dogs

TW: None

Summary: Atsushi is dumb insecure boy and you just want to kiss him

Word count: 1.3k

Atsushi first met you a few weeks after joining the Armed Detective Agency.

It didn’t take long afterward for the tiger boy to develop feelings for you.

How could he not? You were such an optimistic and kind person, bringing so much light into the darkness that Atsushi had become accustomed to since his time in the orphanage.

You always made the boy laugh as well, with your bold humour and sassy remarks that he’d watch you exchange with the other members of the detective agency. He admired your carefree persona; it was what opened his world a little more as you continued to show him your own.

Currently, the gray-haired teen was finishing up the paperwork that he had disregarded from the last mission in favour of tagging after one of your many adventures as you liked to call them.

You were currently in the same position as him, both teenagers being the only signs of life in the office. Everyone had left for the day but you both had to stay back, seeing as you were unable to procrastinate any longer.

Atsushi winced at the thought of Kunikida-senpai scolding the both of you and demanding that you stay back and finish the mission reports. Shaking the consuming thoughts of you, Atsushi looked back down at his paperwork laid out in front of him.

Picking up the pen from his desk, Atsushi went back to working with a small sigh. He would look up so very often to your figure splayed out on the communal couch.

You had gone silent a few moments ago, declaring that if you worked any longer your mind would combust.

Suddenly, a loud exaggerated sigh broke the silence in the room and Atsushi glanced up once more to see you laying on your back with your arm resting across your eyes.

When no further sound escaped you, Atsushi went back to his work.

You then released another big dramatic sigh which drew Atsushi’s attention once more.

Deciding to humour you, Atushi smiled and said, “Are you alright (Y/N)-chan?”. Moving your arm from your face, you met Atsushi’s gaze with a child-like pout. He couldn’t help but feel his cheeks warm slightly from the eye contact.

You were always so easily able to fluster the poor boy. “No,” (Y/N) whined, jutting out her bottom lip even further, “I’m so bored Atsushi-kun, why don’t you stop working as well and hang out with me over here.” You proposed to him.

As much as Atsushi would love to spend time in your company, he was scared in case Kunakida came in screaming once more.

Otherwise, he may never be able to hang out with you again, seeing as he would be murdered by said man. “I’m sorry (Y/N)-chan, but we have to finish this, we’ve been putting it off for too long,” Atsushi said, declining her proposition.

Briefly, his mind drifted to how it would be like to have you both cuddle in that couch, your body pressed flush against him as you would card your fingers through his hair.

Snapping out of this thought, Atsushi was briefly horrified at his own mind.

Of course, you would never do that sort of thing with him.

You were an incredibly amazing person who would no way settle for someone like him. Besides, Atsushi believed you deserved someone other than him, someone who wasn’t a completely useless failure.

You whined once more, effectively drawing his attention, and you held your arms in front of you, wriggling your fingers at the detective signaling that you wanted him to come to you on the couch.

Atsushi felt himself lose his resolve as you looked at him with your big (e/c) that caused his cheeks to tint pink slightly. “Alright, alright,” Atsushi sighed, standing up from his chair, finding that he couldn’t deny you anything you requested.

Once he reached your body, you reached further for him until you had both of his hands grasped in yours.

Atsushi felt the familiar sensation of his heart racing rapidly, as it usually did when you initiated any sort of physical contact with him.

You then shifted your hands so that they were intertwined with each of his, before beaming up at the boy from your rested position.

Atsushi’s heart almost stopped at that one, you were surely going to be the death of him one day.

Sitting up to make room for Atsushi, you pulled him down so that he was next to you.

Yelping, Atsushi felt his whole-body flush at the close proximation the two of you were in due to your movements.

He found himself unable to make eye contact with you and turned his head away to one of the desks. He was surely a tomato by now, he was sure of it.

He saw you observing him from the corner of his eye with uncharacteristic silence.

Feeling your body shift slightly, “Are you alright?” (Y/n) asked with concern laced in their voice, “You look red, are you sick?”

“N-no! I’m fine (Y/n)-chan!” he denied quickly, not wanting you to worry over him. In order to diffuse your concern even further, Atsushi turned his head back to you.

However, Atsushi completely forgot about the proximity created between the both of you from your movements earlier. So, when his lips accidentally brushed against yours, he completely froze up feeling his cheeks completely ablaze. Jumping back, he looked at the other detective in complete horror.

No way, he hadn’t done what he thought he just did, did he? Unlinking their hands, Atsushi raised his fingers to his lips, looking at you with shock. You were staring back at him blankly which only caused his heart to completely go out of control.

“O-oh my god! (Y/N)_chan I didn’t mean to O-oh my god I swear it was an accident, I would never-“ Atsushi rambled out, blanching slightly as you continued to look back at him expressionless.

Shit! He had said something wrong, “W-wait I didn’t mean I would never because of course I would! You’re really pretty and amazing and anyone would be lucky to kiss you!” The gray-haired boy quickly exclaimed before catching on to his unintentional confession.

“I-I m-mean…” Atsushi stuttered. Holy hell what could he say at this point to defend himself?

Just as he was up and about to give you another explanation, you had cut him with a small giggle.

Staring at you in disbelief, Atsushi watched as it turned into full-blown laughter. His heart sank slightly at this, who would really want to kiss him anyway?

Suddenly you stopped your laughter as you gave him a big grin, “You are such an idiot” you stated as your (e/c) twinkled in happiness. Before Atsushi could ponder on your words, you reached forward and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward so you could reattach your lips.

Atsushi widened his eyes at this, his mind unable to provide him with any coherent thought.

The feel of your soft lips against his essentially gave his heart palpitations. When you released him, Atsushi gazed shyly at you, “Wait..does this mean..?” he trailed off. Your actions clearly eluded to your own feelings toward the boy, but he found himself still unable to believe it.

Rolling your eyes, you nodded at him before moving forward to recapture his lips.

This time, Atsushi shut his eyes and felt himself focus on the kiss. He was absorbed by the thought of how soft your lips were, how they moved against his own inexperienced pair.

Sparks ignited in his chest and he felt himself become consumed by your warmth. Atsushi placed his hands on your thighs with uncertainty as you moved your own to cup his face, tilting your head in order to gain better access.

Feeling your tongue press slightly against his bottom lip, he let out a small gasp. This caused him to part his lips allowing your tongue to slip a little inside, clearly not wanting to overwhelm the nervous boy.

Atsushi felt his body heat up with affection towards you as you both pulled away.

You stared at him with a small smile before grabbing hold of one of his hands, intertwining it as it was earlier. Staring down at your hands, you looked back at him, “Of course it was always you.”

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs imagine #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #bsd #bsd imagine #atsushi nakajima #Atsushi #Atsushi x reader #Atsushi imagine #atsushi nakajima x reader #Atsushi nakajima imagine #fanfiction #fluff #drabble?

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mochidrabbles · 6 years ago

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Can I please request a Dazai imagine where he has a s/o who's really motherly and sweet so she's always taking care of everyone at the ADA and Dazai is starting to get a little jealous and clingy because he wants her attention on him alone and maayyybbee it gets smutty? Bonus points if she's a little shy and sort of modest usually?

So I uhh. Didn’t get like. Everything that’s in here and I apologize for that, but hopefully this works for you anyway!! I just sorta went with the flow with the idea this gave me so… Thank you for your request and I hope you like it despite some details being missing/a little different

I also posted this on my Ao3 so if you see it there don’t worry lol it’s still meee.

Note: This work contains suggestive themes. Nothing explicit, but read at your own discretion.

Title: Attention

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: DazaixGn!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1131

Sometimes Dazai wondered if you were this adorably stupid on purpose.

Lowered eyes watched as you flitted about from desk to desk, the coffees rested delicately on trays in each of your hands diminishing one by one with each stop you made. This was your second coffee run of the day, broken in the middle by a run for lunch and punctuated through by errands you’d been running for the rest of the ADA. You certainly knew how to keep yourself busy. Too busy.

Normally Dazai wouldn’t mind. Your kind, giving nature had been what had drawn him to you in the first place, after all. Admittedly, it had initially been out of suspicion (nobody was that generous and self-sacrificing without selfish motivation - right?) though he’d slowly come to simply find the trait endearing. It was a stark contrast to everything he’d grown up with, all he’d been raised to believe, but it was refreshing, in a way. A part of the beauty held in the light.

Today, however, Dazai found himself growing impatient with your ever-giving self. He adored your doting, but adored it when it was focused on him: not so much when it was exclusively focused on those around him. He especially found himself less fond of it when your attention towards and serving of everyone else resulted in you ignoring him.

Particularly bored, particularly needy, Dazai had been trying to get your attention all day. From playful flirting, telling you just how cute you looked, how tempted he was to keep you all to himself for the day, to less than playful pranks designed to have you running to him for help, or jumping into his conveniently nearby arms when you found a particularly nasty bug crawling over your computer mid-report, Dazai had tried almost everything to get your attention. Nothing had worked. All attempts had been met with a gentle smack of your hand and a half-hearted admonition to stop, a ‘Dazai! I’m busy!’ or, in the case of the bug, your outright ire.

“[Nickname]-chan! I want a coffee too!” Raising his arm his in the air Dazai waved so dramatically Atsushi beside him had to duck to avoid being smacked by the flailing appendage. The look you sent him was long-suffering and, heaving a sigh equally tired and fond, you promised you’d get to him in a minute.

That was it. The final straw placed over him, thinned patience snapping, Dazai made his decision. Desperate times called for desperate measures, after all.

“But [Naaaaameeeeee]~” Drawing out your name in a whine Dazai let his chair roll across the floor as he stood, long legs taking him to where you stood in just a few steps, “I need your help with something!” Face too innocent, eyes too round and brow too pressed, you were immediately suspicious. Dazai had been, for whatever reason, harrassing you even more than usual today. You couldn’t say you minded, really. Attention from your boyfriend always a little flattering at the least, but you really didn’t have time for games today.

“It’s work related, I promise.” Putting one hand on his heart, raising the other as if to show his complete earnesty, you find yourself relenting. Perhaps he’s lying; knowing Dazai, it’s not entirely difficult to imagine that he may be playing with you again, saying whatever he knows will get you to bend. Still, on the off chance that he does want help with something, you aren’t about to turn him down.

“Alright, alright. As long as it’s work related.” Dazai’s grin is immediate, teeth flashing white from behind his ever so slightly parted lips. In seconds he has the trays of coffee in your hands set on a nearby desk and and a hand at your lower back, gently but hastily guiding you from the room.

“Of course! Would I ever lie to you~?” You bite back your retort but not your look of suspicion. Still, there’s no real bite to it, and no fight in your steps as you let Dazai guide you off to whatever destination he had in mind. Yes, he would absolutely lie to you - but not ever in a way that was truly malicious.

A fly trapped in honey, a bug caught in a spiderweb, Dazai had you exactly where he wanted you. Though his hum was innocent, skip in his step peppy, his eyes were those of a predator when he glanced at you: sharp, cunning, hungry. He’d known that, had circumstances called for it, he could always get your attention this way.

“Dazai, this is–!” Headed neither to reception for paperwork nor the entrance for a case, you had been suspicious. But, when Dazai had led you to the one unisex bathroom the next floor down, you were outright scandalized.

“Wh– Osamu!” Too surprised to argue with more than a high-pitched, stunned admonition, Dazai ushered you in easily, flicking the lock on the door and pinning you to the counter the sink rested upon.

“C’mon [Name]~ I’ve been so lonely with you ignoring me all day.” Try as you might not to be sucked into his guilt-tripping, the sad pout in his voice the tickle of his hair on your skin, warmth of his nose on your neck as he leaned closer to nuzzle against you, weakened your resolve.

“Osamu…” Tilting his head to press his forehead to your skin Dazai hid his smirk. He could hear the fight leaving your voice, the sympathy creeping in. With his hands on your waist he could feel you starting to relax, to give in.

“I… we’re at work.” The mischief in his eyes makes your stomach spin as Dazai’s head raises so his eyes can meet yours. Smirk stretching his lips, you can feel the way his eyelashes flutter against your own as he blinks ever-so-innocently.

“Oh? That hasn’t stopped us before~” Heat rushes in two directions at Dazai’s words and the memories they conjure. You attempt to turn away but a long-fingered hand catches your chin, keeping your head rooted firmly in place as Dazai leans close enough to let his lips brush yours.

“I’ve been thinking about you like this all day you know.” Was that true, or was he just saying it because he knew it made you weak in the knees? Hard as it was to say, both of you knew it was working.

“They’ll survive without us for a little while.” Each word was more convincing than the last, and Dazai’s knee sliding between your own was making it even more difficult to argue. He was right, after all: the ADA wouldn’t crumble because you were gone for a little while. Perhaps you could use a little bit of a break…

“You’ll indulge me a little bit…”

“…Won’t you?”

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs imagine #bsd #bsd imagines #Dazai Osamu #fluff #suggestive #scenario #imagine

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bungostraydoggos · 5 years ago

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May I get some imagines of Atsushi, Chuuya, and Tanizaki reacting to there fem s/o saving them and ending up in a coma as a result? Thank you! Love you writing :D

Nakajima Atsushi

It’s been about five months since that incident occurred that led to this present day full of glum and disgustingly bittersweet. No matter what the doctor and nurses say, their encouragement felt artificial to the poor detective and hearing Dr. Yosano’s personal opinion on the matter, it didn’t make him feel any better. Atsushi slides open the private patient room and sits beside the white bed. He stares at her sleeping face while grasping her hand softly and gently. The sickly smell of the hospital was almost unbearable for Atsushi’s sensitive nose yet he’s been here almost every single day. The beast boy shifts his empty gaze towards the window, reminiscing back at that time where all of this mess started. Ah, yes, he still remembers it clear as day and unfortunately, not once did he thought he deserved forgiveness. Atsushi’s mind flashes back to the past when he was assigned to infiltrate and dismantle a foreign organization who were invading Yokohama near the harbor. He managed to sneak into their base with his significant other who was also assigned with the daring mission. Atsushi was the main character of the plan and yet he failed when the enemy leader pulled a surprise attack and initiated a bombarding parade. Explosions happened from left to right while neighboring boats were heavily damaged from the recoiling shrapnels that flung here and there from the dire explosion. Atsushi couldn’t see anything until he saw a sudden blue, oceanic scenery slanting from his perspective. He was pushed off the edge into the sea by a person he knew all too well to be true. Atsushi’s hand tried to reach out to his significant other, but she only gave him a pained expression with a reluctant smile plastered on her face as he embraced into the deep blue waters. As a result, she saved Atsushi from the explosion as she became kinda like the martyr of the whole incident. Atsushi hated the fact that she tried to sacrifice herself to save a cowardly weakling like Atsushi who couldn’t even fulfill the mission that primarily assigned to him. To this day, he still believes it is his fault that his dear significant other has entered in a coma-like state right in front of him. Atsushi holds their hands, shaping their hands into a prayer like his. He wonders if god exists because if so, he prays desperately until dusk that his significant other will wake up soon.

Nakahara Chuuya

Yokohama’s night scenery was unfailingly bright. Its city lights were bustling and glowing with excitement as if anything depressing didn’t exist. The private Yokohama hospital was quiet compared to the popular city of Japan as most doctors retreated back to their dorms or apartments while the nurses continued work and tend to the patients nonstop throughout their ghost shifts. One of the nurses came inside to the VIP patient room and changed the IV drip of the comatosed woman. The nurse looks at the poor patient and sighs. A feeling of pity crept inside the nurse lady as she cleaned the room while another nurse came inside to help her. “I wonder if this patient have any family members? Usually, we’d have visitors requesting but this patient never has any visitors...”The nurse who came inside after her coworker responded.“Actually, there is one person... but he never stays longer than three minutes.”She gives a puzzling look to her fellow nurse, “I wouldn’t call that a visit if it’s only for three minutes.”The beeping noises of the machine filled the atmosphere like background music between the two nurses sharing a conversation. The senior nurse who felt pity for the young woman in comatose changed her blankets as she continued to listen to the other nurse’s ramblings. “This is only a rumor but apparently, the one person who visits this patient is supposedly a member of the Port Mafia organization and on top of that, an executive too!”The feeling of pity grew stronger. What kind of unfortunate event has led to this patient in bed asleep for two years? Could it be that evil Port Mafia man was the sole reason that this poor girl became in a comatose state? Maybe... but once again, the feeling of pity grew stronger. “I feel sorry for this girl. She has no family and no friends. I bet that rumored Port Mafia man isn’t visiting her with good intentions.”The younger nurse objected her coworker’s statement. “I don’t think so,” she points to a white vase on the windowsill that held a beautiful flower, “see that?”The purple flower looked strikingly beautiful but strangely, its bud was closed and the purplish petals were huddled together as if it was hiding. “It’s an anemone flower. Although it’s a sorrowful flower, it also means anticipation.”“Anticipation? Anticipation for what?”“To the day they’ll wake up. You see, that flower closes up like that in night while it blooms during the day,” the nurse continues, “the Port Mafia man I mentioned places a new anemone flower every single day. Romantic, isn’t it?”Now it all makes sense. The nurse who felt nothing but pity for the young patient came to a realization that this patient was in truth well loved and taken care of. Even though she didn’t have any family, she did have someone who deeply cares about her. After cleaning up, the two nurses leave the patient’s room and head off to their next duty. To summarize, Nakahara Chuuya has been visiting his significant other every single morning since the day of the unfortunate incident that happened two years ago. Chuuya took on a dangerous mission that led him into a trap but thanks to his significant other who got the help of Mushitarou’s Perfect Crime ability, Chuuya’s partner became injured and resulted in a coma while ultimately saving Chuuya. It would be no exaggeration that Chuuya’s feelings was filled with guilt, anger, and sadness but as a strong man who promised himself to watch over his lover, he’s been visiting his girlfriend at the Yokohama hospital while leaving a single anemone flower every morning. Perhaps the most pitiful person isn’t the patient like the nurse thought, but actually Chuuya himself...

(The next morning came, and Chuuya’s purple anemone flower bloomed with anticipation.)

Tanizaki Junichirou

Since the incident of three months ago occurred, the Armed Detective Agency has become busy with nonstop requests and missions. Kunikida and Atsushi would often go investigating together while Dr. Yosano and Edogawa Ranpo solves detective cases whereas Dazai and Kyouka does their own thing when needed. In particular though, Tanizaki has become profoundly busy at work--- more so than anyone else at the ADA which was strange and a little worrying since he has become unhealthily and darkly workaholic due to his significant other has entered in a comatose state. Many of his friends were worried about him but Tanizaki would often shrug off their concern and put on a fake smile saying he appreciated their thoughts. The only person who knew the complete truth was Naomi who has been visiting Tanizaki’s significant other every day at the hospital. She came inside the room with white flowers and a fruit basket. She takes a seat beside her brother’s girlfriend while grabbing an apple and peeling the skin skillfully with a knife. She sighs. Although she knows she’s in a deep sleep, Naomi hopes that there may be a chance that her brother’s lover was listening to her speak even asleep. Naomi talks about her day and all the funny things that has happened at the ADA before coming to a short silence. She begins reminiscing the past. “You might be wondering how my brother is doing. For the most part, he’s doing okay but at the same time, not so much.”Naomi sighs at the fact her brother has never visited his significant other--- not even once.“But don’t worry, he’s only upset that he wasn’t able to save you even though you saved us. Ever since then, he’s been taking on dangerous solo missions and wouldn’t even ask for backup or help.”The knife slipped and pricked Naomi’s finger as she tried to peel the apple skin. Tears began to well up as her voice swelled. Naomi recalls the day where she was held hostage by an enemy group. As Tanizaki tried to save his sister, one of the hitman shot a sneak attack at Tanizaki and Naomi. Bullets came fast like the speed of lightning and while the siblings were left defenseless, Tanizaki’s significant other became their shield as she jumped in taking the bullets to the chest and head--- protecting them. Tanizaki took blame of the incident no matter how much his sister protested. Perhaps the reason Tanizaki has never visited his partner was because he wanted to become stronger first before finally visiting or maybe, he promised himself some things that guaranteed his significant other waking up one day. Stream of tears came dripping down on Naomi’s cheeks and onto the white cotton sheets. She looks up to her sister-in-law and pleads.“Wake up soon, okay?”Unbeknownst to Naomi, Tanizaki stood behind the door of the patient room all this time while listening to the soft sobs of his sister along with the soft heart monitor beeps of his beloved’s.

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misstinfoilhat · 5 years ago

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The Boy in the Belfry Pt. 10, a Bungo Stray Dogs fic.

Dazai limped as fast as he could over the garden at the grand estate that had been his home for the past three years.

He had been good. He had been so good. Done everything they told him too. Spoke when told to speak, shut up when told to shut up. Fucking barked when told to bark.

But, even he had his limits.

Kill when told to kill. No, he just couldn't. How could they expect him to kill a defenseless animal?

The dog had been caged. It looked so defeated. Given up, abused, tired, starving, just like himself. They might as well tell him to kill himself. But he knew they would never give him that satisfaction.

He had lost count of how many times he had tried now. Nothing ever worked. Hanging, overdosing, drowning, starving, cutting his main artery, bag over the head and stabbed himself.

Once, he'd been so desperate that he tried to bash himself to death by slamming his head repeatedly into a brick wall. Obviously, which he realized after the fact, he hadn't been in his right mind. It should have been pretty clear that he would lose consciousness long before he would actually die.

He could never do anything right.

Oh god, that poor dog. Stumbling down a small hill between Kouyou's flowerbeds, he ran towards the gazebo and huddled down behind it, drawing his sore knees to his chest, resting his sling-bound arm in his lap behind them and buried his face in the arm he left on top of his knees.

'Excellent camouflage, stupid- no one will ever find you here', he ridiculed himself, but couldn't move. His breathing was too quick and before doing anything else, he just needed to calm down.

“Hey kiddo, you alright there?”

Dazai startled and pressed his back against the gazebo as his head snapped up towards the sound.

It was a young man, older than himself. He was tall, had auburn hair, beard stubbles on his cheeks and greyish eyes that looked at him with a mix of confusion and concern.

Dazai couldn't remember ever seeing him before, and his tan coat didn't fit in with the black ones usually worn by the members of the Port Mafia. That didn't mean he could be trusted, though. Or maybe it meant he definitely couldn't trust him.

Shit, he didn't know. He didn't know anything anymore.

“You okay? You looked a little distraught over here,” the man smiled and crouched down in front of him, his arm moving from his side and proceeded towards Dazai.

Dazai quickly braced himself for whatever he was going to do to him, but was surprised when his rowdy bangs were gently brushed away from his face.

With weary eyes, Dazai peeked up on the man, still guarded.

“My name is Sakunosuke Oda, but, most people just call me Oda.”

His smile didn't budge. It was unnerving for Dazai. The only smile he was used to was Mori's twisted plastered-on and stiff grin. This one seemed… genuine?

Could that really be, in this house of horror? He decided not to say anything yet, just to be safe.

Oda chuckled mildly. “I'm new. I just got hired. You don't have to be shy.”

Voices were heard closing in on them, yelling Dazai’s name in an indecipherable tone. Dazai curled more tightly in on himself.

“Is that you? Dazai?” Oda asked, and looked towards where the voices were coming from.

“You probably shouldn't be seen with me,” Dazai's said weakly, peeking up from where he had placed his face against his knees. “You might get in trouble.”

Oda looked at him with keening eyes, before getting up and meeting Mori as he turned the corner to the gazebo.

“Oh,” Mori exclaimed. “Sakunosuke Oda. How nice to see you again.”

“Dr. Mori,” he smiled. “I just had the pleasure of meeting this bright young man,” he said, gesturing to the trembling boy in the grass.

“Really? Yes, he certainly is a brilliant young man. Now, if you will excuse us, we have some training to get back to.”

Mori's eyes hardened as he looked down at Dazai. “Come on, Dazai. Recess is over.”

Dazai got up on shaky knees, obediently following his mentor back to the house. Looking over his shoulder one last time, he could see Oda give him a short wave, looking deep in thought as they disappeared back towards the mansion.

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The dog wasn't as defenseless as Dazai had thought.

The furry body laid, finally unmoving, in a bloodied pile. A few feet in front of the cadaver, sat Dazai in his own pool of blood with his back turned away from it,

His body was covered in bites and scratches. Most noticeably, his face had several bleeding wounds, and his inner thigh had a deep bite mark.

He sobbed quietly, holding the small butter knife he'd been given as his only weapon in a tight grip. The taste of bile was in his mouth, and he could only shift slightly before his stomach churned and he retched and started to throw up all over the floor and himself.

As soon as his belly had settled, he scooted away from the vomit and further from the carcass before he hurled the knife with all the force that was left in his battered body to the wall. It chimed sharply as it bounced off of it and landed somewhere behind him.

The sobbing was less quiet now, but he didn't care. He wanted to scream until his voice gave out. Wanted to shout and curse and cry and laugh and... die.

He just wanted this to be over.

If only Master Mori would come back and let him out soon. See how good he had done. Maybe then... it wouldn't be so bad. Mori always praised him when doing good, and he had, hadn't he?

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He'd been sitting there for several hours, but Mori had still not shown up. The floor was cold and his entire body was covered in goosebumps- blood and goosebumps.

Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to travel to his happy place.

It was in the garden, except, the mansion wasn't there. He imagined that it had burned down with everyone in the Port Mafia still in it. He had locked the doors himself.

It was just him and Chuuya, teasing each other, laughing and playing soccer. How long had it been since they had been allowed to play together? Probably more than a year. They were still talking, studying together sometimes, but, they were never able to actually enjoy themselves anymore.

To his surprise, a tan coat appeared in the picture. The auburn hair waving slightly in the refreshing wind, smiling reassuringly at them and standing with his hands in his pockets.

How he wished he had that coat now...

Dazai snapped back to reality. But, not to the dark room with the dead dog.

No, the reality.

The reality where Chuuya and himself had been bitter enemies for years. The reality where Oda was dead. The reality where his father had seemingly rose from his grave.

The reality where he was chained to the wall in the belfry, just like he had been as a child.

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The first place Kunikida wanted the agency to look, was at the dorms. History tended to repeat itself. Even if he had his doubts, he wouldn't do the mistake of not checking, like the last time.

He sent Tanizaki and Naomi to check there (actually, he had sent Tanizaki to check, but he would not get into whatever fucked-up relationship the two siblings had when Naomi automatically followed).

Initially, he had tried to send Ranpo and Kenji to the hospital to search for any leads over there, but Ranpo had blatantly refused. He thought his abilities were needed elsewhere. So, in his place, he had to send Kyouka.

Fukuzawa had an important meeting but told them to call him whenever they found something of importance, and that he would be there as soon as possible if he was needed.

That left himself, Atsushi, Yosano, and Ranpo.

Kunikida thought carefully through their next step. He knew they needed to go back to that ominous church. Also, it would probably (unfortunately) be useful to make another phone call to that unbelievably condescending mafioso, Nakahara Chuuya. If nothing else, just to let him know what was going on. Something told Kunikida that he wouldn't be the worst person to have on their side in a potential confrontation. Either with the stubborn idiot or potentially, his attacker.

“So, Ranpo. What do you think?” he asked, turning to the brown-clad man, sitting with his legs folded on his desk with a lollipop in his mouth.

“I never thought you would ask,” he grinned and reached ceremoniously for his black-rimmed glasses, imagining the air around him shifting into a small whirlwind swirling around his body and mumbling the name of his 'ability' ultra-deduction.

The rest of the group acted impressed and cheered him on, a little less eagerly than usual.

“He didn't escape by himself this time. Considering his injuries, and the complications of them after his last escape, he is in no way able to move around by himself. He was abducted.” Ranpo hesitated and took off his glasses with a frown, to the other's confusion.

“They must be defected or something,” he said, wiping off the glass and peering at them suspiciously.

“What did you see?” Atsushi asked.

“I didn't,” he confessed. “Well, kinda. I'm not sure.”

“Just... tell us. Maybe it will be useful, even if your glasses are... broken,” Kunikida tried.

Ranpo hesitated while his teeth started to crunch as he began to chew at the lollipop.

“I don't know...”

“Oh come on!” Kunikida snapped. Yosano's hand grabbed his shoulder painfully tight, letting her nails bury themselves into his skin.

“Sweety,” she said pleasantly. “It would probably be more helpful if you told us what you think than nothing at all. Maybe we could piece something together.”

Ranpo sighed. “Okay. Well, I think that Dazai might have been raised in a strictly religious household, based on his knowledge of bible passages and prayers. And, I guess that it possibly could have something to do with whoever pushed him from the Shinja Church. That makes it fairly possible that the church has something to do with his past. Maybe his father was a preacher?”

“That actually makes sense,” Kunikida mumbled.

“It could also explain why Dazai has most of his body covered with bandages. It's no secret that Dazai has hurt himself a great deal. We've all witnessed his creative ways of trying to end himself, so it's not a greatly hidden secret that he has a lot of scars, so why cover them up?” Ranpo thought out loud.

“What do you mean?” Atsushi asked, sitting down on a nearby chair. He didn't like this kind of talk about his mentor and wasn't sure if his legs would hold if something more gruesome was revealed. “It's not like the Christian church hasn't had a history of pretty torturous violence. If his father was an extremist, which isn't unlikely considering the specific Bible verses Dazai resited in his sleep...”

Atsushi was starting to pale. “That's enough,” Kunikida said sternly. “We've... heard enough. Atsushi; I want you to call the others and ask them to meet us at the Shinja church when they have completed their tasks. They probably won't find anything, but we need to make sure. Let's get to the cars. No matter if Ranpo is right or not, we have no time to lose...”

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #Dazai Osamu #dazai centric #doppo kunikida #edogawa ranpo #port mafia #mori ougai #oda sakunosuke

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somniatcr · 5 years ago

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character study series--- d.azai o.samu

where do i even begin--- dazai is possibly... probably... the most complex character within my little roster. and, like izaya ( who i’ve already done a post like this for, which can be found here ) and the rest of my muses i suppose, my dazai is very headcanon based ( though i do take a lot of reference from the series itself, i tend to portray him as i see fit and most enjoy doing so without sacrificing the things that i believe to be pivotal to his character ); to be entirely honest, when it comes to the manga, for bungou stray dogs and for nearly every series to ever exist, i’m not, nor do i imagine that i will ever be, entirely caught up.

all that said, let us delve into dazai; into the way that he thinks, the way that he functions, the way that he acts, and generally who is he as a person ( as well as how i, personally, view and portray his character ).

let me first kick things off with a significant change that i’ve made in regard to his character, in how he’ll be portrayed here on this blog. dazai canonically has a deeply troubled mind. though his frequent, and oftentimes wistful, talk of death and his suicidal behaviors are rarely, if ever, taken seriously within the series itself ( rather being treated as a source of comedic relief, which does somewhat bother me, but it is what it is ), likely due to this penchant that he has for jesting and for over-dramatics, the reality that his mind is very dark and very deeply troubled remains. he feels as though there is this deep, dark hole ( an emptiness, a void ) within him that he’s incapable of filling, regardless of however hard that he tries. a large majority of his life was spent dedicated to this, to trying to fill it, to trying to find some sort of reason to live ( which is why he had initially aligned himself with the port mafia to begin with; he believed that he could, perhaps, find what he’d been searching for, what he’d been longing for, if he lived this life of conflict, of bloodshed and war ), though, obviously, this was to no avail. and while, yes, he will at times use self-depreciating humor, and while, yes, at times his humor may be dark, a bit morbid, his depression and his suicidal thoughts, tendencies, are not rooted in comedy, they are not a source of comedic relief and i, personally, don’t write him, portray him, in that particular light.

that said, does he ultimately want to die? in his youth, yes, absolutely. he hadn’t yet met anyone that he cared for ( he had no attachments, had never felt nor experienced any genuine form of love ). he too no joy from life, spent all this time searching, aching, for purpose, yet couldn’t find it.

and then he met people who meant something. he met chuuya who, though he was adamant that he couldn’t stand him, was interesting. he met odasaku, who managed to break through his barriers unlike anyone before ( or after ) him, who wormed his way into dazai’s heart and gave him this friendship that he never knew that he’d wanted, nor needed, who provided him with a much needed positive role model and with this beacon of hope. this--- this was pivotal in setting about a turning point, in finally setting him on a different path, in giving him the purpose that he’d been searching for all those years. although an irrefutable tragedy, oda’s death ultimately brought about new life in that it ( and in oda’s dying words ) gave dazai a will to live.

all the same, he does still suffer from depression, he’s an insomniac, and he does still struggle with suicidal ideation ( in that he still thinks about death, about dying and all of the ways that he could go about doing it, fairly often ).

moving on,

this is a man with a very dark and violent past, an important thing to keep in mind. while little is known about his past bar from the knowledge that he was affiliated with the port mafia, that he’s been rooted within this world since he was around fourteen years old, back when he met mori ougai ( as well as the fact that he managed to wind up being the youngest executive in port mafia history ), it can be surmised that his time spent working beneath mori likely, at least in part, has resulted in his penchant for apathy, his tendency to emotionally detach himself from others, from death, and from traumatic experiences as a whole ( he’s actually been shown attempting to fill that hole in his heart, in fact, to find joy, to feel something in causing harm to and in killing others, though he never quite does manage to get what he wants ). his experience as a killer and as highly skilled interrogator ( it’s worth noting that he, in fact, specialized in torturing others for information; he’s even once gone so far as to state that there wasn’t a single prisoner who ultimately didn’t wind up spilling everything when he was the one tasked with retrieving it--- and while still being a child ), has been alluded to on more than one occasion and, even to this day, he still manages to command respect and to inspire fear throughout the port mafia, albeit no longer being a member himself.

he is unconcerned with the idea good and evil. while he currently affiliates himself with the armed detective agency, now working to protect ( and to save ) the city and the lives of its inhabitants, his motivation to do so was primarily spurred by the words of a friend prior to his passing; ’ be on the side that saves people. if both sides are the same, be a good man; save the weak and protect the orphans. neither good nor evil means much to you, i know… but that’d make you at least a little bit better. i know better than anyone because… i am your friend. ’

it’s these words, oda sakunosuke, that finally sets him on a different path, that leads him to meeting the members of the armed detective agency, that leads him to meeting nakajima atsushi, an orphan who’s life he, ultimately, does wind up making a difference in, providing him with much needed guidance ( though to say that all of his methods, and all of his motives, in doing so are genuinely good, genuinely selfless, and always would be a little hard-pressed--- also, it’s worth keeping in mind that this is the second orphan to have been taken beneath his wing; the first being akutagawa ryunosuke who’s experiences with dazai were significantly different, the training that he endured beneath him being absolutely hellish, horrific, and cruel ).

ultimately, with him, the ends justify the means and, so, the actions, whether good or evil, mean little to him. he’s willing to use any means, any method, to achieve his goals; this includes playing dirty, causing harm to others, killing / death when deemed necessary, and so on and so forth. such as, for example, purposefully deflating the airbag in someone’s car prior to a car ‘accident’, in turn causing extensive injuries that he’s only willing to have healed by a fellow ability user in exchange for having a young girl pardoned of her past crimes. the end goal was ultimately good, sure, but the means of getting there were anything but.

he’s also an exceptional liar. while his ability to intricately weave together falsehoods, from the most small and insignificant of lies to the most complex of tales, comes naturally, his time spent working for the port mafia only honed his abilities further. and while is doesn’t lie constantly, perhaps not even frequently ( instead opting to simply abstain from providing an answer altogether ), he is, in himself, a walking fabrication, putting on a perennial facade all his own; fake. his true thoughts and emotions are rarely so much as even alluded to, frequently hidden behind a mask of his creation, perfectly crafted and nearly impossible to crack. furthermore, his true intentions, frequently, are left unrevealed until he, himself, chooses to reveal them. in truth, there isn’t a person alive who truly knows or who genuinely understands him. there are a select few ( such as mori ougai, nakahara chuuya ) who come, in their own way, close through all of their time spent working with him ( a former mentor, a former partner ), though none are able to comprehend his actions, his mind, in their entirely, not quite the way that oda was once able to.

it doesn’t help that he is also a man of mystery and deflection. while he may talk and act as though he’s an open book ( and believe me, he does just this and often ), he rarely, if ever, speaks of himself, in regard to his past and present alike. thoughts are locked away, left solely for him to ruminate upon, and emotions are kept hidden, locked deep, deep within, if not attempted to be brushed away in their entirety. furthermore, he has a habit of leaving his comrades, his friends if you can quite call them that, in the dark when it comes to long-game plans and strategies that he has devised and it’s virtually impossible to get a straight or genuine answer from him upon asking a question, so most times it isn’t even worth the effort that it takes to form the words ( not that this has ever stopped anyone from trying, much to their ultimate chagrin ).

and, finally, a basic character and personality breakdown,

name. DAZAI OSAMU, 太宰治 age / d.o.b. 22 / JUNE 19 species. HUMAN / GIFTED ethnicity. JAPANESE gender. CIS-MALE, HE / HIM occupation. DETECTIVE / PORT MAFIA EXECUTIVE ( FORMER ) affiliation. ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY / PORT MAFIA ( FORMER ) height. 181 CM / 5'11" weight. 67 KG / 147-148 LBS build. SLIM, LONG-LIMBED hair color. DEEP BROWN, ESPRESSO; MILD, NATURAL WAVES eye color. RED-BROWN, CHESTNUT blood type. AB r / o, s / o. DEMIROMANTIC PANSEXUAL noticeable features. WEARS BANDAGES THAT COVER THE LARGE MAJORITY OF HIS BODY ( * explanation to be provided below ); ONLY HIS FACE, HANDS, AND FEET REMAIN UNCOVERED

ability. NO LONGER HUMAN ** his ability allows him to effectively nullify the abilities of others entirely upon contact, whether with the user themselves or a physical manifestation of their ability. he’s often referred to as an anti-ability user or anti-gifted. zodiac. GEMINI religious belief(s). ATHEIST mbti. INTJ alignment. CHAOTIC NEUTRAL temperament. CHOLERIC mental health. DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL IDEATION pos traits. QUICK THINKER, SHARP, IMAGINATIVE, CLEVER, STRATEGIC, DECISIVE, SELF-CONFIDENT, INDEPENDENT, DETERMINED, OBSERVANT, PERCEPTIVE, CALM, COLLECTED, LOGICAL, OPEN-MINDED, QUICK LEARNER, ADAPTABLE, WELL-READ, A JACK OF ALL TRADES neg traits. SECRETIVE, DETACHED, JUDGEMENTAL, ARROGANT, OVERLY DRAMATIC, UNPREDICTABLE, CONFUSING / DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND, CAN BE OVERLY ANALYTICAL, HAS DIFFICULTY WITH ( AND LOATHES ) HIGHLY STRUCTURED ENVIRONMENTS, PRONE TO APATHY, PLAYS DIRTY, CAN BE CRUEL, FREQUENTLY INGENUINE neu traits. WITTY, TEASING / JESTING, BLUNT, SOMEWHAT OF A FLIRT, PRONE TO SHIRKING CERTAIN RESPONSIBILITIES, HAS A HABIT OF EMBARRASSING OTHERS ( VERY INTENTIONALLY )

he covers himself in bandages for two very specific reasons. the first being that his body is absolutely riddled with scars; while some were obtained during his port mafia days, equally as many were self-inflicted. the second, they serve as a sort of security blanket, providing him with an unconventional source of comfort.

he’s very well read. he enjoys novels of a wide variety, though he’s usually only seen reading books about suicide or death. he isn’t partial to poetry, however.

he isn’t a big eater whatsoever. he’s generally a one meal per day sort of person and doesn’t snack particularly often furthermore.

he listens to music fairly often during his free time ( when he isn’t reading ). while he doesn’t have much of a preference as far as genres are concerned, he does gravitate primarily toward music that he finds calming, more mellow, or relatable.

he’s highly skilled in the art of lock-picking. he could chalk it up to his time spent with the port mafia, but in truth it’s a talent he’s had since he was a kid.

he doesn’t have a drivers license. he’s never been especially concerned with getting himself one and doesn’t really find that he feels the need for one even now.

he dislikes fizzy and / or bubbly beverages. for the most part, he’s a tea or a coffee drinker, although he’s fine with water, too. also, whiskey. he loves a good whiskey.

he enjoys good company ( although he finds that it’s rare to come by ), good and meaningful conversation, summer storms, late night rain showers, autumn leaves, seafood, and fresh, clean scents.

he dislikes overly sweet foods, the sound of babies crying ( and loud noises in general ), dogs, hot weather, and boring, tedious, and / or repetitive work ( such as paperwork, for example ).

he frequently smells of soap, laundry detergent, and cotton intermingled with a natural scent all his own; fresh, warm, and clean with a hint of musk.

#☆. ( hc )#☆. ( character study )#☆. ( osamu )#and y'all thought izaya's #was long holy christ #depression //#self-harm //#suicide //#violence //#death //

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mamichigo · 6 years ago

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datura-foxglove replied to your post “datura-foxglove replied to your post “Pokemon AU Dazatsu? gym leader…”

“It can be that all of Dazai’s dragon type Pokemon are inherited from Fuku. So to add challenge to himself (because his ghost team are overpowered. Gengar and Mimikyu are hell if you raise them right, or the invisible Shedinja) he used the Pokemon lent to him by Fuku. He used a whole new strategy with his dragon team and the fact that his bond with them are subpar gave him the handicap that made the battles feels more challenging to him (although he soon got used to the-

*new team and can use them so well that no one can actually win against him). After Atsushi beats him, Dazai returned the dragon pokemons to Fuku and used his old teams. Atsushi can try to battle him once again, this time without any handicap at all.

I tried to create a pokemon team for Atsushi but since I don’t actually research and just use whichever Pokemon I remembered, I pick : Gyarados (Mega evolve and Atsushi’s strongest), Milotic (best tanker, especially for sp.def), Incineroar (unfortunately there is no Byakko like Pokemon so I had to settle with the most similar), Salamence and Metagross (two of the most powerful but also most late bloomer), and finally Sylveon (cause Atsushi gave his Pokemons lots of love)

From my experience with these pokemons, they all are very versatile and can use lots of moves with different typing to cover all the weakness against all types of pokemons. Except Sylveon, but fairy type is monstrous against dark type and dragon type.

Lol sorry for rambling but pokemon is one of my fave game :‘D”

DON’T YOU DARE APOLOGIZE you basically took this AU and made it way more intricate than it initially was (I admit I get more caught up with the plot and tend to neglect everything else, so this is a godsend)

Let’s go by parts shall we (putting this under a read more!)

1) Dazai’s pokemon

YES ABSOLUTELY??? And it adds exactly to the point that Dazai was terribly bored. I mean, he took up a whole new team to make things interesting and yet no one beat him. He had the disadvantage and it only worked in making him feel worse.

Fukuzawa can see that Dazai is dissatisfied, but he can’t do much. He already helped how he could (by making Dazai the gym leader), now he can only hope that Dazai will get what he desires someday soon

2) Atsushi getting a rematch

I can see it becoming their Thing tbh. Atsushi will train for awhile, then ask for a rematch to test out his skills, kinda like Ash and Gary (*touches screen gently* Gary….). It takes a long time for Atsushi to beat Dazai again, but every time Dazai can clearly see how much Atsushi is growing so he never doubts that he’ll do it soon (Dazai is very, very proud of Atsushi, leave him alone)

I can imagine a conversation between Oda and Ango like

Ango: Are they battling again?

Oda: Yeah

Ango, sighing: Don’t they get tired of it?

Oda, shrugging: I think it’s fine, they just have an unique way of showing their love

Ango: Excuse me?

3) Atsushi’s pokemon

I’ve actually not played a lot of the games (I am 2 to 3 generations behind) so your word is definitely better than mine on Atsushi’s team. Which just makes me even more grateful that you’re putting so much thought into this AU

I HAVE TO SAY THOUGH, THE THOUGHT OF ATSUSHI WITH INCINEROAR IS SO FUNNY TO ME. Why does he keep choosing intimidating pokemon, this exactly why Team Rocket is terrified of you, Atsushi

Atsushi raising an Eevee though…. I like to think that that’s the pokemon he has the strongest bond with, which is exactly why it evolved into Sylveon. Since I’m a weak fool and Oda is supposed to be a nurse at the Pokecenter (yes, I made him Joy, shush), I can imagine Eevee being a pokemon that was hurt and abandoned by its trainer. Atsushi saw it and begged Oda to let him take care of it. They’re best friends ;;w;;

I can also imagine Dazai saying to Atsushi in their first battle, as soon as Atsushi calls out Sylveon, that “he’s going to need more than type advantage to win”, smirk included.

[Atsushi voice] I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship and this overpowered pokemon that I raised

It’s amazing to see your reasoning and thoughts on this AU!! And you’re clearly passionate about Pokemon, which makes me happy tbh. Don’t feel bad for rambling or anything like that, I deeply appreciate your input!

#datura-foxglove #dazatsu #bsd #pokemon au #long post #replies

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nardaviel · 7 years ago

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Part 4 / ?, now with pets and vampire stalkers.

Once again this is a long and image-heavy post, but at least this time some of the images are of a cute Sim kitten. I finally bought all the updates for Sims 4 so goodbye to all my spending money for this month, but now I can play it again.

I was super excited about getting Kinatsuen a cat, but I wanted them to have the exact cat I picture when I imagine them having a cat so I couldn't adopt any of the stray kitties or any of the ones on the computer. So I just made her as a kitten in Create A Sim from the Manage Households option, since there was no other way to do it... but we can say, for story purposes, that they went out and adopted her.

Their new gallery portrait. En looks like he's about to pass out. She's too cute for him to handle.

I also changed Atsushi's aspiration to Master Chef and Kinshirou's to Soulmate, because I felt bad having En make progress on his aspiration while they were stuck longing for a family. (Also they weren't getting all the useful satisfaction points you get for doing aspiration things.) Once they've finished these aspirations, I'll give them the original ones back.

I start playing the household and

this is what I find. Don’t abandon Hou-chan like this, she’s just a kitten ;-;

She’s so adorable, though. She is an affectionate, clever, and friendly kitty!

Atsushi admires her cuteness. This seems like a place for a Lion King joke, but I don’t want to detract from the cute.

It's late so they all go to sleep. Hou-chan follows Atsushi into the room to sleep near him even though she has her own bed al;sdkf I'm just... really charmed... I love her...

She's so needy... wow. My other Sims' pets aren't like this at all. The affectionate trait is powerful. (But it's cute!)

Kinshirou fixed a broken sink, and now he's rummaging through the discarded bits for useful parts. I took this screenshot just because it's such a strange sight.

He’s pissed off that he had to do something so disgusting. Poor baby.

There’s a big market for Kinshirou’s thoughts on etiquette.

I wish I'd bothered to come up with custom names for the other two books now because it's funny to see things like this but oh well, I guess. He was still learning! His titles weren't very good yet.

This painting perturbs me. Hou-chan is the only saving grace of this screenshot.

Fuck. I hate chance cards. H a t e. ...All my legacy Sims and my City Living girl would set up in the street (if they were in the painter career), because they're all that type. But I think En just wants to give up... An excuse not to work, what could be better...

En's laziness worked out for the best this time. It's a shame about the money, though. They're a bit broke.

Before work, Atsushi makes a bunch of quick salads so his boyfriends don’t have to cook. (That is to say, I’m working on his new aspiration.)

Kinshirou and En have a date scheduled, but En comes home tense from work (even though he earned his salary, despite what that chance card result said). So he goes to join Kinshirou in meditating the tension away before they leave.

Sadly, Kinshirou gets bored, and the TV bores him even more because the action channel just isn’t cultured enough for him. You can’t make this stuff up, I swear... And by the time he’s over it, En is asleep. So their date is postponed. There are no screenshots because I was hoping they'd get it together and I wouldn't have to go into so much detail lol

But Atsushi gets promoted! So the night isn't a total waste. He's a mixologist now.

Yes, darling, we’re all very proud.

I don't know why he doesn't have glasses in his work outfit, by the way. I didn't design it.

His hours are even worse than before, from 6pm to 2am. But he gets three days off now instead of just two, which is a relief.

Meanwhile, Hou-chan loves her little toy bird so much that she wants to take it with her everywhere, even if that means she has to glitch and walk around stuck in it.

Atsushi, savior of kittens.

Atsushi wants to play with her with the wand, since that seems safer, but she wants to use the litter box. So he follows her into the bathroom... Let her have some privacy, Atsushi...

Meanwhile, En paints a masterpiece-quality painting! Aside from being necessary for his aspiration, that's just really cool!! I'm proud. Not sure whether to keep it because it's pretty or sell it because it'll sell for a lot...

Nothing really to say here. This is where the camera ended up when I exited screenshot mode, and I thought it looked pretty so I took another screenshot.

I put it in Atsushi’s bedroom because his bedroom is a bit bare. It can live with the Enatsu painting.

Gross, Hou-chan.

Okay, well, En is off to work, but Kinshirou and Atsushi can go on a date, at least. They decide on a nice, classy dinner date at a restaurant I built for them. It’s as boringly built as everything else I’ve done before now (I’ve learned how to build cooler things but it came too late for some of the buildings in their save...) which is why I didn’t take a screenshot but it looks okayish on the inside, I suppose.

LMAO... I forgot I gave him that suit... oh my god... he looks so proud. Atsushi is politely keeping his thoughts to himself.

They're shown to the one semi-private table in the establishment. Probably because Kinshirou is from a good family, even if they themselves don’t have much money.

Gosh, they’re cute.

(I am really, really sorry for those little lightbulbs and plus signs and sparkles. They signify that a lot trait is having an effect on a skill that a Sim is building. They’re incredibly annoying in screenshots, but there’s no way to turn them off. It eventually occurred to me to get a mod for it, but only after the end of this post...)

It takes their food some time to arrive, but at least it gets there, which is more than I can say of the last time I tried to go on a restaurant date in TS4. They don’t mind. It gives them lots of time to talk! Something about Kinshirou’s drink puts him in a flirty mood...

En comes home from work while they’re out. He got a promotion, so he’s in that bizarre outfit again. Luckily, I don't have to see it except in his little portrait at the bottom left.

To put the finishing touch on an incredible date, they kiss passionately on the top floor of the restaurant.

Kinshirou makes this face when Atsushi first grabs him, but he gets into it.

Looks like I spoke too soon.

Kinshirou got sick on his date, and now he's itchy. Hm.

Their reward for such a good date! It’s just decor, not actually drinkable. If all goes well, they'll have these littered around the house eventually.

Kinatsuen receive an evening visitor, a friend of Atsushi’s in another save where I recreated demon AU but emphatically not his friend in this one. Fortunately, they're smart! They know not to invite a vampire into the house.

Less fortunately, Kinshirou is outside expanding Atsushi's garden. Maybe, he thinks, if he stays off to the side of the house, his dazzling gold suit won't catch Vlad's eye.

But the medicine has made him energized, and he needs to get all that energy out somehow. Kin-chan, sweetheart, not in your nice suit... although maybe ruining that suit would be for the best.

En and Hou-chan just became friends! She must have been giving him advice on his painting. ...Also I forgot to change him out of his promotion clothes.

Now that the vampire has left, Kinshirou is free to return to his kitten.

She is honestly unbelievably cute.

Atsushi comes home from work, exhausted and reeking from a night behind the bar, only to find that he can't even sleep in his own bed. His boyfriends missed him so much, they went to sleep there themselves.

En's bedroom may be messy, and he may not ever put the condoms and lube away, but it's closer than Kinshirou's.

Must have been a rough night. En still thinks he looks hot, though. Sometimes having a slob for a boyfriend is a plus.

Enatsu and Hou-chan morning domesticity. En is addicted to painting, I swear. Mixologists and bars aren’t as bad as En and his easel.

His second masterpiece is even prettier than his first. They're both impressionist paintings so I suppose Sim En is an impressionist painter. That suits him, I think. Unfortunately, painting a masterpiece means he'll go to work in a confident mood when he'd be better off inspired, but you can't have everything.

Again... Why is it always En who gets in trouble at work...

My headcanon is actually that En wouldn't judge, but, since that's not an option here, he would want to talk about his passion. En is always ready to share his thoughts.

THAT'S RIGHT. Although it's a bit sad because I still think En would defend her, if anything.

Atsushi needs to improve his mixology for work. Instead of making yet another drink for himself or wastefully practicing and then throwing out the results, he makes a pet drink for Hou-chan. :D

The window for Kinshirou to sell his books to a publisher. A screenplay about the magical boys’ revenge will definitely fly off the shelves, I agree.

No story value, just cute.

With Atsushi at work, En and Kinshirou decide to check out a community lot (not as a date). I actually made it for Atsushi, but... he'll get here someday. Basically, one of the expansions introduced all these food stalls and a bunch of recipes (honestly like 20+ in total) that you can learn how to cook only after tasting them. But it's hard to track them all down in the places the game initially put them because they rotate, so I just made a foot stall lot.

Unfortunately you can only have so many stall vendors on a lot at a time, so it'll always look like half of them are closed... But I'm still proud of it? I think it's a cute lot with nice Kinatsuen colors, and it'll help Atsushi to have this one place to go to. I'm proud of all the lots I built for them, actually, even if they’re often not very interesting-looking.

The moment they arrive, Kinshirou goes straight to the Japanese food stall without the least bit of prompting from me. En chooses some spicy Vietnamese food, but by the time he gets to the table, Kinshirou is already halfway done with his dango. I want En to get used to spicy food ASAP because it's out of character for him not to be able to tolerate it. It wasn’t until I started watching them eat that I remembered Sims also have to learn how to use chopsticks... En, I don’t think that’s now they work.

Getting used to spicy food.

En: Kinshirou, help! Help me, it hurts! My mouth is on fire!! Kinshirou: Ahh, that was so good... such delicate, mild flavors... :’D

En is grumpy because he wants a vacation, even though they literally got back from one like a week ago. I think this is one of my all-time favorite screenshots just because it's the opposite of what would be IC for them.

Luckily, I put some bubble blowers on this lot, so he can relax a little. Don't make that face at me, En. This is for your own good.

...En put in the flirty flavor that makes you angry if you choke, and Kinshirou choked on his very first blow. I guess it's not such a surprise, though. The bubble blowers are basically just game stand-ins for drugs, and Kinshirou would be the absolute worst person to get high with.

Kinshirou: Ow ow ow ow ow! That hurts! En: Yeah, how's it feel, asshole?

En: Wait, shit, ow! Kinshirou: You deserve no better for taunting me.

Kinshirou’s face is adorably pinched and angry here. But En is angry now, too, so they go home and go to sleep, after losing some friendship points. That didn’t quite go according to plan. Tomorrow night will be better.

A Hou-chan’s-eye view. Kinshirou was in the middle of eating breakfast, but she was too cute to resist.

En took some pictures of Hou-chan and put them up on Simstagram (lol) and !!! I've never had a pet get so many followers immediately like this. Everyone loves Hou-chan.

I shouldn't have complained about En always getting in trouble. Now it's happening to Atsushi too.

Atsushi is annoyed that his coworker would steal and put him in this position, but he would rather just keep quiet to avoid a confrontation. Maybe someone else will handle it...

Still better than causing a scene.

They're finally out on a date! Making identical pleased expressions. Kinshirou's taken En out to a museum because he's a cutie deep down and he knows En will like it. I didn't build this one orz I meant to make them a museum but I turned it into an arts center instead. En will enjoy that more, but he needs to look at things in a museum right now for his aspiration, so...

Their animations continue to be creepily in sync as they admire the artwork.

It looks for all the world like Kinshirou's just made a dirty joke about the painting they're looking at, but...

...this isn’t the sort of work that would make Kinshirou think naughty thoughts. It would take even En several seconds to make an innuendo out of this.

But then Kinshirou autonomously offers En a public massage... Maybe he's just in a mood.

They spend the rest of the date in that room, mostly on that couch, sitting and talking. So there’s not much to say about it. But it’s awfully cute.

Sadly. they have to go home early, because En has to work the next morning. He would rather just quit his job, but Kinshirou won't let him.

He doesn't want to let on to En, which is why he's walking behind him, but he’s ready for the date to end. He’s exhausted.

The collection grows.

(I know one is more forward on the bar than the other. It's not my fault. I don't understand the rationale behind slot placement in TS4.)

Guys! Guys! stop eating! Pay attention to Hou-chan! She's just a little kitten and she's lonely!

Kinshirou is writing my fanfiction for me so that I don't have to. Although I suppose that means he's writing about an alternate world where he and his boyfriends live in a fantasy setting with some dude named Arima, and this Arima guy gets romantically involved with them all.

(I don't actually intend to have a sequel to Veil named Kidosen. I just wanted him to write a sequel and that's the title that came to mind.)

Their house, the most boring-looking house in the world, but now with two boring stories! I promise, when they move onto a bigger lot, I’ll do better.

The triad decided to spend some of their hard-earned money on a home addition. Their bedrooms are on the second story now and they have a bathroom with an actual bath in it (this was half the purpose of the remodeling; it’s a tragedy for them not to have a bath). Atsushi's kitchen is slightly nicer as well, with a better fridge and some aesthetic improvements. But the household now has exactly §301 to its name. No interior screenshots because the only really new thing is the bathroom and it's not exciting enough to be worth a screenshot. The bedrooms are almost exactly the same and the upstairs landing is completely empty because they ran out of money. The most interesting things here are the sad, neglected plants...

Atsushi, savior of plants (as well as kittens). He still needs to work on his herbalism. He’ll get to that at some point.

This is the problem with the goddamn bar. You tell a Sim to start mixing drinks and suddenly it's all they want to do. As soon as he stops needing to level mixology for his career, that thing is getting sold.

Even Atsushi himself dreams of a day when he can rid himself of the bar. He is trapped.

At least Hou-chan is proud of him. Or maybe she just wants another one of those pet drinks.

Atsushi suffers from a moment of self-doubt. Is he doing the right thing, encouraging Hou-chan to drink? She's only a kitten...

But she looks so happy.

Yeah. He made the right choice.

...no story value, just cute.

She reached 250 Simstagram followers with this very stylish pose. Her charms are irresistible!

But her love is reserved for Kinatsuen, and for this toy. She can’t stand to be parted from it.

LMAO

Not only does Atsushi barely even know his name, but he's also already married?? Nah, dude, if you want to cheat don't drag Atsushi into it.

Atsushi: Eheheh... *nervously ignores phone*

Atsushi doesn't have work for a couple of days, so he has time to relax and chat with Kinshirou while Hou-chan communes with her ball and takes a nap.

Atsushi: (Okay, time to try that pickup line I read...) So, Kin-chan... what underwear are you wearing? Kinshirou: Atchan. Please, spare us both.

Meanwhile, that lady who makes weird art bothers En at work again, and he comes out on top again. Maybe she should give up. Luckily for her, he should get promoted today.

Atsushi is sick. :C He's trying to meet his death with brave stoicism and honestly judging from how he looks I don't blame him for thinking the worst.

But all he has to do is take some medicine! All better. Time to go find Kinshirou and celebrate his return to good health, if Kinshirou has forgiven him for that pickup line.

Why is he making that face in the middle of WooHoo... Dare I even ask... Kinshirou, I would have thought you'd be more experienced by now...

Then again, Atsushi is completely satisfied afterwards. So maybe he liked it.

I feel like I go on about how cute Atsushi's Sim is but honestly they're all adorable. Also, this screenshot made me realize they just WooHooed with a window wide open looking down onto their street.

Like... he doesn't even go to work in those clothes. I don't get it.

But as you can see he got promoted! He's now an Imaginative Imagist, whatever that means. The painter career doesn't have the most informative job titles.

He honestly doesn't even want to be in the official painter career. He can't wait to get given a super nice easel so he can work from home like Kinshirou, who, by the way, is making the most money by far out of the three of them right now. I suppose that's fitting.

...He and Atsushi wanted to have a date tomorrow, but now that he's been promoted, he has to work. :\ Atsushi's due for a promotion too, so I guess they’ll see in a couple of days what his new schedule is like.

On the other hand, En gets off work an hour earlier now, and Atsushi still doesn't work at all tomorrow, so maybe they can have their date anyway. They were just planning to hang out at home anyway, in true Enatsu fashion.

It was at this point that the My First Pet stuff pack was released, and, well, long story short, they have a hedgehog now. Guess what its name is?

Don't do it, Kinshirou. Don't fall for it again...

orz.

But he goes to find Atsushi afterwards, just so that Atsushi knows he still cherishes his friendship more than he does a hedgehog.

Hou-chan has something to say, loudly enough that Kinshirou is startled.

Kinshirou: What's wrong, Hou-chan? What is it? Hm? Hou-chan: *sad meowing ;-;*

She needs attention, it turns out. Kinshirou is happy to oblige her whenever she wants. Unfortunately, En is lost in his art and barely even noticed her meowing.

Atsushi has made his first foray into gourmet cooking! He's pleased with the results, but he wishes his boyfriends were here to enjoy it with him.

Better late than never. Look how happy he is! It's like in episode 11 when he's feeding the defense club his curry.

I didn't quite manage to get a screenshot of Lilith at the door, but why do vampires keep knocking on the front door after dark?? It's scary. Maybe the boys just smell delicious or something? At least there hasn't been a vampire break-in, I suppose.

Hou-chan is suspicious of Zundar...

...and WISELY SO what the fuck??? What did they do to Zundar? What does this mean???? I have literally no idea. It popped up just as I left the home lot, so if he did something to trigger it, I'll never know...

While En is at work (orz), Atsushi is taking a trip to the newly-opened Arima Community Garden. They need some people to help do some preliminary work like planting before anything can be harvested.

(This is my way of explaining away gameplay limitations in terms of storyline. I made this lot so that Atsushi didn't have to run around the world finding things to plant, and also so that I had a place to put my modded insect spawners. You need insects for herbalism, but I didn't want to fill their home lot with bugs. But you have to have your Sims plant things on community lots, even if you put the seeds there with a cheat.)

While Atsushi works on the garden, Kinshirou learns chess from a very red individual named Kengo Fujita who's a member of what is essentially a chess club. Maybe they'll become friends! Atsushi wants to hold a dinner party soon to show off his cooking, so the three of them need friends, or at least people who'll accept an invitation.

Atsushi is working hard, but it’s a big task.

Eventually, Kinshirou resigns himself to getting dirt stains on his clothes and steps in to help.

Gardening boyfriends! Kinshirou looks like he's ready to stab himself with that spade. The light has changed and the shadows are longer. They’ve been here for a while. En is home by now, hopefully having a nice nap.

It’s late by the time they’re done. For dinner, they have hamburgers from a plate some stranger left on the table. That’s not what I would do myself, in their place, but they both survive it.

A solid day’s work! But it’s past midnight now and they just want to go home. Don’t judge me for the terrain paint, I did my best.

En is a sweetheart and waited up for them. In the background, Hou-chan remains vigilant.

That painting right there is a masterpiece worth almost two thousand Simoleons. En has an amazing talent.

These are, hands down, the best screenshots in the post.

At work, Atsushi once again refused to report that the cash in the register was low, and it once again got taken out of everyone's tips. Whoever did it the first time must have learned that they could get away with it.

Wtf he's back

They know they're being hunted.

Kinshirou: Perhaps he'll go away if we pretend that we didn't hear the bell. If he has no hope of getting inside... we need to act as though we think we're alone. En: Sure. But how do we do that?

En: Oh, I get it... I like the way you think.

Vladislaus: *watching through the door* They're completely oblivious to my presence. Amazing.

En: We might as well make it convincing, right? Right? Kinshirou: Is this something that interests you, then? Being watched? En: What if it is? Vladislaus: I can't believe they haven't noticed me. Their front door even has windows.

En: What are you into, then? Boyfriends should talk about stuff like this, right? Kinshirou: Oh, well... there are a few things, I suppose... Vladislaus: This is absurd.

En: Mm. Actually, why don't you tell me later? Kinshirou: Wh— oh... Vladislaus: *peers through the door, trying to get a better view*

Vlad is a pervert. Wow. I never knew. No wonder he and demon AU Atsushi are friends.

It worked!

Kinshirou: Oh, thank goodness. Maybe we should invest in some garlic braids. En: We can talk about it later.

This is such a sweet screenshot. Kinshirou can already tell that En is planning some sort of mischief, but he's so relieved that the vampire left before Atsushi got back that he's just amused and indulgent.

Oh, no... with all the vampire scariness and relieved WooHoo, they forgot to refill Hou-chan's food bowl...

(Don’t worry, Kinshirou came downstairs and did it. I just forgot to take a screenshot.)

Atsushi is a line cook now! Look at his fancy clothes! He must wear contacts at work. (That's my excuse for why he doesn't have glasses in his work outfits, and I'm sticking to it...)

His work days haven't changed, although he starts and leaves work four hours earlier now, so he won't be getting home at 2am anymore. He and En won't have a day off in common for a few more days, assuming En doesn't get promoted again in the meantime and get another schedule change. But they'll get their date. They’re determined, and so am I. If all else fails, Atsushi can take a vacation day and En can call in fake sick, and they can hang out with Kinshirou all disapproving in the background.

With the day's salary and his promotion bonus, they're able to expand their house again!

A boring deck to go with their boring house.This is the real reason for making a second story. More than the bath, I wanted to have room for a deck so that they could have a hot tub. :D They now have a grand total of §10 so it's a good thing they have lots of leftover food.

When will they move into a new, less ugly house? When will En get to quit his job? Will En and Atsushi ever get to go on a date? Will there ever come a day when I don’t end one of these posts with a question about En and Atsushi? What in God’s name did that notification about Zundar mean? I don’t know the answer to any of these questions, but we can find out together next time.

#boueibu #kinatsuen #enkin #kinatsu #enkinatsu #did we ever decide on a ship name i have no idea #less enatsu because their schedules still conflict but SOMEDAY #my post #sims 4 kinatsuen #looking at some of these screenshots makes me realize how pointy i made their chins but i must have had a reason #i spent hours in CAS on each of them tweaking their faces #maybe its just that i think sims look awkward from some angle if they dont have them?#idk its been ages since i went into CAS to make a sim

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