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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

He can't hurt anyone

Self-Aware! BSD x SAGAU Imposter crossover

Self-Aware! Saigiku Jouno x GN! Reader

Description: In Creator's Cathedral of the Mondstadt found a helpless blind man was found. There is no way said man can hurt anyone.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Mentions of torture. Non-descriptive violence. Mentions of killing. Mentioning of fanatism. Jounou is a protective yandere(ish)

Sequel to For your safety

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From diary of Guy, New Cathedral Captain of the Holy Knights of Mondstadt

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I

Creator's Cathedral of Mondstadt is a holy place. Everyone can find help and sanctuary here. If you're a pure at heart, believe in Blessed Creator and haven't sinned, you can come here and ask for help.

Beggars and homeless, sick and healthy, can find help here.

Tomorrow I will become a Captain of Cathedral's guards. I can't find wait!

It will be much more interesting, then guarding the northern side gate.

I wish father would see me. If only he wasn't cursed by Impostor's lies.

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II

I love my new title. Other guards respect me. I have become someone.

The Cathedral is beautiful.

I even noticed an afterglow inside the Cathedral through the day.

There are many beggars in the Cathedral. Some of them live on Cathedral grounds.

They are quiet. They either pray for All-Creator or share stories about Dreaded Imposter.

This thing is still talked about. Some stories are quite amusing to hear about.

Tomorrow, Their Holiness will visit the Cathedral.

There will be more beggars.

And I will make sure, that no one will hurt Creator.

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III

Creator are magnificent. Truly magnificent. Perfect in every way. Without any flaws inside or outside.

The visit went fine. The new beggar was allowed to live in the Cathedral.

A young man. The man has white hair with red tips, he was dressed in rugs. He wore an earring with a small bell attached to it. And he is blind. Milky-white eyes, with a hint of reddish iris, lacked the pupil. Man was starring in the nothingness. He didn't pay attention to anything around him.

Their Holiness stepped closer to the blind man. Creator spoke. Their voice sounded magnificent. As it should be.

"My poor dear creation, you must be starving. Come with me. I will order giving you a warm bath, a warm meal and a new home."

The blind man raised his head. And reached his hand towards Creator.

And Their Holiness ordered to take a blind man with them.

I am not even worry about this one. A blind person can't hurt anyone.

The lucky bastard was hugged by an All Creator. Their Holiness are so kind!

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When you disappeared two months ago, Jouno felt lost. No matter, how hard he looked for you, he couldn't find you. You have disappeared without a trace.

For a whole month he and others were searching. Skipping lunches, without sleeping. They were looking for you.

Jouno remembered, how kids were crying in their pillows all night.

One month of search, tears and darkness passed.

And you finally returned home.

Tortured. Starving. Scared.

Almost shattered.

*******

Mouth has passed after your return.

There were no scars on your body, thanks to Doctor Yosano.

You weren't hungry anymore.

But you still were shattered.

Always quiet. Scared of looking anyone in the eyes.

You had nightmares every night. Jouno heard your screaming or crying. Begging to be let go. Begging to be left alone.

And every night all of them would go to your room. To held you close. To calm you down. To assure you, that they weren't sleeping, and you didn't wake them up.

But, no matter, how many nightmares you have had, you never spoke about where you were and what happened to you.

Jouno felt, that you wanted to open up to them. But you couldn't. You were afraid. Terrified.

*******

And then, Capitano came here, to look for you.

*******

Saigiku Jouno was thinking. He was playing with his earring, and a small bell was jingling.

There were a man in the basement. Capitano. But, Jouno agreed with Tetchou, and called it a different name.

An abomination, that dared to hurt and scared you.

Hunting Dogs and Doctor Yosano just finished interrogating it. And Jouno didn't like what they have learned.

They broke the news to others.

Lovecraft left for a few minutes. He wanted to check the barn. Maybe, there was something else here. Something, that would hurt you.

Fyodor Dostoevsky and Dazai Osamu were whispering to each other. They spoke in some kind of code, and Jouno wasn't interested in trying to decipher it.

Captain Fukuchi, Mori and Fukuzawa were discussing what to do with Capitano, who still was in the basement, chained, with his limbs amputated.

Everyone was discussing with someone what to do next.

All conversations came to an end, when Lovecraft returned. He was holding a bucket, full of water. Jounou heard, that some sort of fish was swimming in it.

Steinbeck, who was standing next to the door, take a look at the fish. He raised his eyebrows.

"Where did you find this fish? I have never seen a fish like this."

Lovecraft put a bucket on the floor and answered.

"On the other side of the portal. In Teyvat."

Well, isn't it just great? They have a portal in a barn. Portal, that leads to the world, where His Firefly was tortured.

Dazai and Fyodor looked at each other. They exchanged a few more coded sentences. Dazai spoke, talking to everyone.

"Gave Fyodor and I a day or two. And we will have a plan. A plan, how to make them all pay..."

*******

That's how Jouno get here. He volunteered to spy on one of the Cathedrals. To understand this strange faith better.

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IV

Today was a nice day. Nothing strange has happened. Except for one incident.

The blind one, Jouno, fall into the compost pit we had in a Cathedral's fruit garden. What a klutz.

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Jouno's senses betrayed him. He couldn't focus on anything else, besides this horrible smell.

The stink, that came from "Creator".

This thing was hideous. Jouno wanted to puke, when they came near him. And almost thrown up, when it hugged him. Only a strong stomach and an ability to control himself didn't let him do it.

To cover that smell, Jouno jumped into the compost pit and now was taking a bath. The water was hot, almost boiling. He scrubbed his skin raw. To get rid of Creator's filth.

He tried to focus his thoughts on you.

On your heartbeat. On the sound of your breathing. They sound like a music to his ears.

On your scent. You always carry around a sweet aroma. It reminds Jouno of fresh fruits.

On your warmth. On nights you spend cuddling each other. On movie nights, when you were sandwiched between him and Tetchou. When your head was on his chest, and he can feel you near him.

Jouno sighs.

He should focus on finding new information.

He hoped, that it won't take much time.

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V

Today we had a visitor.

Kaeya Alberich, Calvary Captain of the Holy Knights of Mondstadt, visited the Cathedral. He was pleased with my job as a Captain.

Captain Kaeya brought gifts from Creator. With guards, he shared a few drinks. And some stories. My favorite one was about Captain Kaeya's involvement in punishing Dirty Sinner.

The alcohol made me see things. I saw the afterglow again. At night.

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"Tell you about an Imposter? Why not. It was the day before their execution. The good people of Mondstadt did their best in showing Imposter it's place. But, there were one thing I couldn't stand. It still has two eyes. So, I came to them, took a dagger, and..."

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Jouno's blood boiled. He left the room, guards were in, and returned to a room he was allowed to stay. He deactivated his ability.

Doctor Yosano was the only one, who knew, what scars and wounds you had, when you returned. Jouno could only smell your blood, heard your weak heartbeat.

He wanted to learn about your injuries. So he can infect them on them.

But, Doctor Yosano refused to tell any details about your wounds.

And now, Jouno realized, why.

He wanted to do something.

Good thing, he hid some knives, before his mission truly started.

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VI

Two guards were found dead. They were disemboweled and left to lay on a throne, Creator sat on during their visits.

I don't understand, who could do this. None other guard have noticed anything suspicious.

Did someone from the inside did it?

We look through everyone's belongings. Search all rooms.

Nothing.

We couldn't find even the single clue.

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VII

Three sisters were found dead.

The room they were found was closed.

From the inside.

There's no logical explanation.

It would be impossible for a human to do this.

And who would dare to soil holly place!

Maybe, an Abyss Order isn't that loyal to Creator?

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VIII

Creator called for me. They are worried about what is happening in the Cathedral.

I accused Abyss Order.

The only reason I wasn't torn to shreds by an Abyss Lector was Their Holiness.

I am alive.

I am not a Captain anymore.

... two more corpses were found...

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IX

Another corpse. Eights one this week. Still, nothing suspicious has happened. No one walked in, no one walked out.

Captain Kaeya has arrived. He will take over duties.

Interrogated everyone. Look through everyone's stuff.

Nothing suspicious.

Didn't bother to look through Jouno's stuff. He is harmless.

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XIX

Killer can't be stopped. They can get even in closed doors.

How? Why?

We didn't do anything wrong!

We are good people! We believe in Creator!

We have punished Dirty....

/The rest of the page is soaked in blood/

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Up. Down. Left. Up. Right. Down...

Two swords clashed again and again.

Kaeya's breathing was hard. He was tried.

Yet, he can't even land one hit on Jounou. Blind man was a skilled fighter. And he managed to dodge every Cryo attack.

Jouno was playing with Kaeya.

The Cathedral behind them was burning. Jounou wasn't attacking. He was only blocking Kaeya's attacks. Kaeya growled.

"Where did you come from, demon? How dared you to soil the holy land?"

Jouno didn't answer. He blocked the next hit.

'I am not a demon. I am a soldier. Besides, Fyodor won't like me taking his title.'

Up. Left. Up. Down. Right. Up. Left. Right. Kick. Cryo. Up. Down.

A loud shattering sound.

Kaeya didn't realize, that he got too close to the Cathedral. The same moment, the stained-glass window (the main decoration of the façade) shattered due to the heat. Glasses fell on Kaeya and Jouno.

Both became disorientated for a moment.

And Jouno recovered first.

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Kaeya can't move.

His legs were pierced by Jouno's sword.

Jouno was sitting on Kaeya's chest. He had a dagger in his hands.

"Listen, to what I will say, Captain. Look at me, Captain. Scream, Captain. It is the last time you will see, hear or talk, Captain."

Jouno pointed a dagger at Kaeya's mouth.

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"Their name is [Y/N]. They are the kindest person in the world. They are interesting to talk with. We love to spend time with them. Yes, they aren't perfect. They aren't fake as this thing you put on a throne. They are real. They have faults. Sometimes we argue. But we will always make up. And we will burn everyone, who dared to touch them."

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Jouno left Kaeya at the Cathedral's remains.

It was time for him to return home.

After getting his backpack, full of stolen holy texts and fruits he picked up in the wild, Jouno was on his way to the sea shore.

Lovecraft was waiting for him.

Together they will get back to the portal.

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You heard loud stomping sounds behind you. The next moment, a pair of hands hugged you from behind. Jouno pick up a habit to be loud, when he approaches you. He didn't want to scare you.

"Hello. I missed you, My Firefly."

You tilted your head slightly and rubbed your nose against Jouno's cheek.

"Hi... Are you okay?"

Jouno nodded.

"I am. Don't worry. Up for some Bulle Fruits, Apples and Sunsettias?"

You nodded and let Jouno lead you to the kitchen.

"I will do anything for your safety. Even if it means to do something drastic."

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In the next few weeks, near Creator's Shrine of Liyue a blind man was found.

A harmless blind man named Jouno.

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Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz

[elizais]

hey elizai!! can u do smthn like what event starts the topic of kids and whether they want them or not with bsd boys? (pref dazai, chuuya, and tecchou! they are cutiesss) thanks !!

"kids?"

featuring.. dazai, chuuya, nd tecchou! warnings.. ?? i don't get to like reader x ----- talking ab having kids, jst bcs i feel like that would set me up for "blah blah blah wouldn't want kids, but blah blah would!!"

in all honesty, osamu and you had never truly thought about kids. maybe intense debates on what names you hated, compared to ones you thought were cute - but other than that? not really.

so, on an average day at the agency a married couple were brought in to talk about something they witnessed the other day. kunikida and tanizaki were going to speak to them and they had to bring along their small children as they didn't have a babysitter for that moment.

it was honestly no biggie for anyone at the agency, a pair of twins might lighten up the dreary wednesday anyways. when they walked in, everyone greeted them (aside from ranpo, who was in another city for a few days.)

a boy by the name of isamu and a girl by the name of hana were left under your supervision with the help of atsushi. their parents were whisked away to the conference room to explain what happened the other day.

"so, what are your names?" atsushi smiled at the pair as you walked over to osamu at his desk. the two didn't seem to respond to the boy who was crouched down at eye level for the children.

hana and isamu wandered over to your boyfriend and you and asked quite a few questions. chipping atsushi's pride slightly at the kids not wanting to speak to him.

hana pulled on your boyfriend's sleeve before asking him "what's your name?" quietly. osamu looked at her, smiling and ruffling her hair, "osamu dazai, and you both?"

"isamu! he's almost got the same name as you!" the girl giggled at her shy brother. the boy seemed to gravitate towards you more than your boyfriend. "hana.. they told us to be quiet whilst they speak to the detectives!" isamu scolded his sister.

"oh, we're not actually detectives!" osamu begun, shocking you with how good he was with kids. "we're superheroes.." he whispered to the two kids.

you giggled as he began making up stories for the two, and them asking off topic questions.

"how is the moon still in the sky when it's daytime, dazai?"

"because i put it there. duh."

"do you and that lady have kids?"

"not right now."

"why are some people blonde and others brunette?"

"because blonde haired people control the weather and brunettes control night and day."

and soon enough, they went home with their parents. but that 'not right now' lingered until you arrived home with osamu. laying on the couch with his arm around your shoulders, he whispered into your hair.

"today was fun with those two." a sentence that he kissed into the crown of your head, a simple hum in response from you. something was on your mind.

"what are you thinking about, love?" he flicked your forehead. "if we had kids.. y'know?" you whispered.

"well i think kyouka does look up to you an awful lot, do you not see that?" he readjusted to face you. sitting cross-legged on the couch facing each other, hands in his, you spoke. "yeah, i do. 'm just thinking. i do love the family at the agency though."

dazai elaborated for you.

"fukuzawa's the grandad with like the secret lore he doesn't tell anyone about.. yosano's the wine aunt.. ranpo is the uncle that gets too into board games.."

you interrupted him, "atsushi's the housecat that racks up a fortune in medical bills."

as dazai was laughing, you added on, "and you and chuuya are the in-laws that end up drunkenly fighting." to which he nodded through laughter.

"yeah but chuuya makes a fortune so we can't frustrate him too much.. he has to pay for the family get-togethers.." he giggled.

chuuya was no stranger to young parents in the port mafia. today was one of the most important days of the year for the port mafia, a big deal was being signed today so all hands had to be on deck to make sure there was no funny business.

he called you in to keep him company while he was bundled up in his office reading over hundreds of pages of paperwork. you were lying on the couch, helping him by rereading what he had read to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

"chuu? do you want a drink?" you asked, finishing another dozen pages.

"if it isn't too much of a hassle, doll." he sighed, looking thankful at your offer. promptly, you stood up and closed the office door behind you and made your way to a staff room on whatever floor his office was on.

you nodded to the stressed workers that saw you, knowing how much chuuya speaks about you to them. you walked into the staff room and saw a young child.

"hello, can you help me, please?" the young boy spoke. chocolate brown hair covering his forehead - he must have not been older than seven. "of course! what do you need, kiddo?" you asked him as you made a cup of coffee.

"my parents work here but they are very busy today so i had to come in, but i don't know where they have gone. can you please help me?" he asked politely, shocking for someone raised with the mafia.

"of course! do you know who their boss is? i can find their boss with you and find your parents." the child thought for a moment at your question, brows furrowed in concentration.

"they said that he's not tall.. orange hair and a hat. i think." he spoke. you snorted in laughter at the description, the child not knowing he was describing your boyfriend.

"yes.. i know him..!" you giggled, offering a hand to the child. you grabbed the cup in your other hand and walked to chuuya's office. you arrived and walked in, opening the door with your back due to both hands being full.

"hey chuu.. i made a friend! do you know his parents, they work under you, love." you asked as you put down his coffee and ruffled his hair. he looked at the kid and laughed at the situation you were in.

"hey shoyo, your parents brought you in today?" he asked, clearly having met the kid before. shoyo nodded and chuuya looked back to you.

"his dad should be in office 17f." he smiled at you, he looked at the kid again, still holding your hand. "do you want me to check where your mother is, she might be with kouyou?" he asked the boy.

"no, thank you mister. i'll hang out with my dad. he thinks you're really cool, by the way!" the kid smiled up at your boyfriend, the interaction made your heart melt.

"does he now? let him know i will approve his vacation request then." chuuya winked, chuckling at the conversation.

maybe when you two go home you are both laughing a little harder at videos of kids, or smile a little brighter at cute photos.

your boyfriend, tecchou, has a day off today. and you had promised your friend that you would watch over her kid for a few hours. koushi was a quiet kid and already knew you, so it would be dead easy.

however, you didn't want to miss out this day with suehiro. so, he came along with you. you explained to him koushi didn't talk much but was sweet, so it would just be making sure that he doesn't accidentally hurt himself whilst his parents aren't home.

"how old is he?" suehiro asked, driving the car towards their house. "eight, i think. you two will get along, don't worry." you reassured him.

you decided to not tell him yet that the kid was very similar to him and had his own ant farm. koushi also adored the hunting dogs, so you knew once you got the two quiet boys talking they would get along brilliantly.

once you arrived, you opened the door with your spare key and greeted the kid, your slightly timid boyfriend following you. "hey koushi! i brought 'hiro!" you chimed, the blonde boy holding out his hand to shake suehiro's. his parents had already left, knowing you would be just a few minutes behind them. you watched over koushi every couple weeks anyways.

suehiro did not expect the boy to be this polite yet he shook his hand nonetheless. "hello" your boyfriend spoke. you decided to ease up their awkwardness as you took off your shoes and put them in their respective caddy.

"so.. koushi.." you began, both of the boys looking at you as you walked to the living room that belonged to your friend, who wasn't here right now. "still got that ant farm?" you asked. knowing your boyfriend's face just lit up even though you weren't looking at him.

"yes!" koushi gestured for the two of you to sit down as he ran to his room to get his ant farm, clearly excited with his interest on the insects.

'hiro turned to you as you sat down. "you didn't tell me he likes ants!" he whispers, eyes wide. you nodded with a grin on your face, "he also thinks the hunting dogs are the coolest people ever.." you sang, knowing the kid will freak out when tecchou starts talking about his job.

when koushi carefully comes back down, holding a kid's ant farm, tecchou speaks up. "you know, ants have two stomachs. one is to hold food for themselves and the other is for sharing food with other ants." tecchou says, admiring the colony of ants the boy has brought downstairs.

then, the pair continue talking about ants for hours until koushi's parents come home. his mother thanks you and his father asks tecchou about any upcoming missions.

"just a lot of paperwork left over from the last one." tecchou smiles at the older man. "the less fascinating side of being a hunting dog, i suppose!" the father jokes. koushi gasps.

"you've been here, for five hours.. and i didn't know you're a hunting dog?!" koushi stares up at him with wide eyes. your friend invites you to stay for dinner, koushi not wanting you to leave because he wants tecchou to tell him everything about being a hunting dog.

[chuuya-fan-page]

I think fandoms in general gotta stop getting upset about their favorite characters not being the main character. "They're always reduced to X Characters sidekick but they're so much more-" Not right now they aren't. Not in this story. You have to understand the point of view affects everything.

I get it, most of my favorites aren't the main character. It is frustrating to see them as only something to complement another character that you may not even like. However, side characters are made to complement and be dependent other characters. Sure, they have their own qualities and if you dig you can almost always find more than that but not everyone wants to do that.

Chuuya for example, he is more often than not boiled down to "Dazai's ex partner" which is frustrating for most people who like to see Chuuya branch out from that like he does in Stormbringer. And there would be our main point: Stormbringer is Chuuya's story. Bungou Stray Dogs is Atsushi and Dazai's.

In Stormbringer, Dazai is Chuuya's partner. Dazai is the side character. Doing much with 16 Dazai's character without mentioning Chuuya is damn near impossible while speaking about canon. Similarly because in Bungou Stray Dogs Chuuya really only shows up to assist Dazai or show the strength of the Port Mafia, talking about his character without bringing up Dazai is difficult.

It's how the story is told, Chuuya is a character who is inherently tied to Dazai's, does that make him nothing without Dazai? Eh that depends on how you want to look at it. If the main characters were Akutagawa and Chuuya, then Dazai's relevance would be tied to them instead of the other way around.

It's not that Chuuya's character is nothing without Dazai, it's that the point of view we have makes his relevance to the story tied to Dazai in the same way that Dazai's relevance in Stormbringer is tied to Chuuya.

You can't, or at least shouldn't, be too upset about a side character being talked about like a side character. If you would like to pull their character out and look at them closely that's amazing and great and more people should do that, but you still have to recognize their place in the canon. Outside of that do whatever as long as you're not being a dick to anyone.

Note that I did say BSD is Atsushi and Dazai's story, I stand by this statement bc Dazai is too important to the plot for me to say that he isn't the second most important character. Atsushi is still the Main Character and our main protagonist but this post wasn't about him. I'll make a long post for him later.

[literatureloverx]

To frame this analysis, I want to first point out a letter written by fyodor. For a letter most don't have access to, it puts into perspective a LOT about fyodor's character that was previously only speculated through analysis. It was given out during the manga's 10 year anniversary, you can search it up by typing 'fyodor letter bsd'.

But I will copy it here: "I have nothing to say. There is no one who supported me anyway. That's why there is no word I have to say. To anyone at all. Let alone words of celebration. It is impossible. I have always been alone. And that is fine by me. Has been, and always will be. Well... I felt a little less bored when I was playing chess with Dazai-kun. But that's it."

Now this points out something especially interesting, that out of all the people that served him, all the people who worshipped him through his manipulation, for hundreds and hundreds of his years of living, Fyodor found no substance through any of it. Fyodor is lonely, inevitably lonely not only because he has never let anyone into his mind (and uh. Not many people want to hang out with the guy who straps bombs onto kids), but because near nobody can understand him because, as pretentious as it sounds, he lives in a realm of "genius".

Fyodor lives in a world of sin that he sees himself as above, and wishes to find the book and write a "correct" world under God where there is no sin. And he also lives in a world he is bored of because nobody can challenge him. He explicitly uses the word "bored" in his letter. He is never shown to "like" his servants being completely submissive for pleasure, he just does it because he cannot trust anything straying. Now does this mean Fyodor wants to control those around him? Yes. Does this show that Fyodor finds this obedience engaging? No.

The only person he has shown interest in (not in a romantic way) is Dazai, who is the only one who can level at his playing field. This makes me wonder, is Fyodor's "type" someone far from who he would actually fall for? I feel that to grow interested in someone, Fyodor needs someone who can challenge him. Someone out of his control because they understand him on a level that others cannot, because they are on his equal. Fyodor left his life of boredom through one-sided "companionship" with Dazai.

Note: I find it kinda pathetic of Fyodor to seem so eager about their meet-ups too, since Dazai seems to hate it LMAO

Now I can see Fyodor WANTING to control someone for that safety net and I definitely can't see him going out of his way to get with someone if they're in the way of what he's after, no matter how much he loves them. Bro straight up tries to kill his favorite "chess partner". But it seems that if Fyodor ever wants to pursue a GENUINE relationship, he needs to leave his comfort zone because the only ones who will give him substance will be far outside.

This wasn't meaning any hate or anything, I just wanted to point out traits about Fyodor's character that i've observed, but also to hear your thoughts :D

(Also I can see Fyodor falling for not only someone who can challenge him but someone with a great love for humanity and empathy)

Wow, this was so detailed and awesome to read! Thank you very much for writing this. ❤️

I will break down my perspective on this analysis as you asked me to, but I can say that I agree with most of your points. ❤️

First of all, I know the letter you’re talking about. It actually made me sob for a while when I first read it. I felt the loneliness almost in my own body—the situation he’s in must be so dehumanizing for him.

That being said, I considered many of Asagiri’s explanations about the characters (the letter you cited, the one about White Day, their ideal types, etc.) and formed my interpretation of Fyodor this way.

I absolutely agree with the point that Fyodor is bothered by boredom and that he needs someone who can challenge him.

The question here is, what kind of challenge?

In this case, my point was: someone who can challenge him emotionally (as this is an underdeveloped aspect of his, since he really doesn’t have much opportunity to form meaningful connections with others). Not someone who matches his own mastermind (like Dazai, for example). He values Dazai's ability to read his mind but is not particularly invested in any kind of connection besides that of rivals since he can’t trust him. There is no longing for friendship (a meaningful connection) there. Just Do, Do, Do, and win.

Now, I also believe, like you said, since his motives are not bound to himself but rather the greater good of humanity, the most important thing for him to do is indeed—to win. How is he supposed to cleanse humanity of their sins otherwise?

Where my interpretation differs from yours is that I genuinely think he is very comfortable with being the lead in any kind of situation. What he is uncomfortable with is—guess what? Vulnerability, in general. Just like Dazai. And the most challenging vulnerability to overcome, in my interpretation, would be emotional vulnerability.

In my opinion, he would be interested in someone who can challenge him mentally but not strategically. He knows that feeling. It is true that Dazai quenches his thirst for competence and competition in that sense, but is such a person truly fit for Fyodor?

My main issue with a strategically competent partner is the high possibility of Fyodor never being able to fully trust her. I’ve read many headcanons and fanfictions about him and such a partner, but it never really clicked in my mind.

The aspect of him preferring an intelligent individual over a shallow one is, I think, a very common perception of his character in the fandom, which I wholeheartedly agree with.

But: emotional intelligence is a very powerful aspect of intelligence, as well.

Him wanting to control her for security reasons is absolutely valid in my opinion and interpretation too, since it was what I meant in the first place anyway. He wouldn’t manipulate his partner just for the sake of it—he is too deep of a character for that.

Overall, I hope I haven’t missed any of the aspects you were referring to. I’ll gladly edit my post if anything is missing! ❤️

In conclusion, I LOVED your analysis. I’m very glad when someone makes me think deeper about my own thought process and interpretations. Anything of that kind is deeply welcomed and appreciated! ❤️

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[ashleyh713fanfics]

Dazai X Odasaku!Sister "Timeless" P1

Hello! I've been writing for awhile but this is the first time writing bsd. I gave Oda's sister a name but I'll do a version with y/n if that's more your speed. Synopsis: After Odasaku's death Dazai searches for a way to fulfill his last request but doesn't know where to start. That is until he meets Odasaku's mysterious little sister. Warnings: Usual bsd warnings. Murder, talks of death and suicide, Dazai being a sociopath. Part 1/3

Osamu Dazai was not a good man. 

In fact, it would be absurd to even call him an average man. No, it seemed the fifteen year old boy knew just what kind of evil laid in every single cell of his body. It had always been that way, corrupting him for his entire life and there was no stopping it. 

So the mafia executive had just accepted it, falling in line as the youngest person to ever command a fleet with absolutely no mercy. That’s just the way things were, and there was no changing them. Although, it wasn’t like the boy wanted change either. 

The chaos, the destruction, the death, it was all he had known. 

Hearing his newest victim's scream seemingly brought him out of his own philosophical thought though, causing the boy to lower his eyes and focus back in on the chained man in front of him. 

Quite honestly, he had forgotten what the guy was being captured and tortured for but Dazai hardly cared, knowing his orders were only to silence him permanently. 

Blood began to pour down the victim's face then, watching as the teenage boy reached for the gun on his belt only for the guy to start to scream and shout in his face. “Think about what you're doing, boy! If you kill me you’re going to regret it.” 

Dazai only turned his head though, a crazed look in his eye as he cocked the ammunition. “You should have thought about that before double crossing the port mafia.” 

Taking a step forward, the boy then pointed the barrel towards the man only for his anger to turn into pure fear, his cries turning into silence as he fully looked in the eyes of his executioner. 

And what he saw was absolutely nothing, just a soulless boy with no remorse for his actions in the slightest. “Your eyes hold no feeling, Someday that will be your downfall, someday you will regret the blood you spill so easily.” 

For a moment, the bandaged boy paused, curiosity taking up his features as he spoke through the darkness. “And why is that?” 

The prisoner then pulled against his chains, lunging for the kid to no avail as his face contorted in insanity in order for him to reply. “Because one day, there won't be a stranger on the other side of that gun. What will you do then?”

Before he could finish, Dazai’s finger pulled the trigger, piercing the enemy five times straight as his lips curled into a bloodthirsty and terrifying smile. 

And in his head, the boy replied to his outrages question as the blood began to soak his feet silently. The same thing I always do, because I don't see anyone but strangers. 

The man's lifeless body slumped against the chains a moment later as Dazai let off ten more shots into his cold dead muscles as he twitched at the impact. The move was inhumane and psychotic but that was always Dazai’s way of doing things. 

He didn’t become a port mafia executive without spilling blood after all. 

After a moment, the barrel of his gun clicked him back to reality, all the bullets emptied in order for the boy to simply put the weapon back onto his belt and leave the room in silence.  

He felt no remorse for the stranger, or for the brutal way he had ended his life. He never did. Everything had become such second nature to him over time. 

Well, there was one person that knew him better than the rest. He was the person that he trusted over all else, almost like a family he never had. The words were still heavy on his mind even now.

Oda Sakunosuke

And whether Dazai liked it or not, he knew that Odasaku was the only one that kept him from going over the deep end into insanity. He kept the fifteen year old boy together and kept him human. 

But now he was dead, so there was no one left to hold back the darkness. 

So instead Dazai allowed it to fully swallow him whole. 

Just then, his phone began to ring inside his pocket before the boy finally put his gun away and answered the call with a low murmur. “Mori, what do I owe the pleasure?” 

HIs boss’s voice was immediate, echoing through the darkness. “Ah Dazai, how’s my favorite executive doing? What’s the report?” 

Staring at the unmoving body, Dazai then sighed to himself before turning away from the sight in order to scrape some of his blood off his shoes. “The target has been eliminated just like you asked.” 

Mori only hummed at that, satisfied with the report. “Very good. Just as expected from the famous demon prodigy. I thought you could use a job after everything that’s happened. You know, to clear your mind from Odasaku’s tragic death last week.” 

At the sound of Oda’s name, the boy couldn’t help but tighten his hold on the phone as unwanted memories flooded into him without permission. 

Because try as he may, Dazai couldn’t help but continue to hear his dear friend's words in the back of his head. Oda told him to become a good man but that was easier said than done. And though he wanted to fulfill his last wish, the boy had no idea what the mere concept of good was. 

For you see, his blood was port mafia black through and through whether he liked it or not. It wasn’t a light switch he could flick in his mind. No, Dazai knew that he had been permanently tainted since he was a child, and there was no reversing that. 

He was no longer a fifteen year old kid but rather the demon prodigy. 

And demons couldn’t be cleansed into angels. They just couldn’t. 

But because of that, the boy felt a gnawing guilt at the bottom of his stomach at all times of the day. It’s like it was punishing him for ignoring his old friend's request. But quite honestly, he knew he deserved it.

Oda was wrong after all, he couldn’t become a good person. 

He didn’t even know what good was.

Dazai then felt his mind snap back into place just as he heard Mori finish one of his usual rambles as the boy narrowed his eyes. The boss totally brought up Odasaku because he knew it would garner a reaction from him. 

But he wasn’t going to allow that. No, he was too prideful to show his flaws.

Because of that, the boy then forced a smile to his lips before speaking plainly. “Is there anything else you need from me, boss?” 

The title came out slightly demeaning, Dazai using the term boss with a twinge of mocking vigor to get under his skin. The boy loved to do that, walking the fine line between respect and disrespect. 

“Not partially. I just wanted to see how you were doing. He was your friend after all.” Mori’s sharp dark laugher filled up the space as the boy physically flinched at the world friend. 

But once again, Dazai refused to give him satisfaction, the boy simply smiling to myself before turning his head to the side in reply. “I’m great. Thanks.”

Then Dazai simply hung up the phone, the empty space echoing with a long dial tone as he dropped his bandaged arm down to his side as the sunken dead look in his eyes stared at the empty walls for what seemed like forever. 

He wanted to see how he was doing?

Of course he wasn’t doing okay.

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Dazai had tried to go back to his room at the port mafia but the longer the night got, the more his tired anxious eyes refused to shut. And when they did, he saw Odasaku’s life slip from his fingers, just like it had a week ago. 

The boy cursed Mori for bringing up such fragile memories so casually, his body tossing and turning with a groan before finally giving up in order to wander the night streets aimlessly as the cold winter air hit his face. 

Although he said that though, the boy quickly found himself wandering into a very familiar place, his hands reaching into his pocket in order to pull out a small silver key and push it into the lock. 

The door swung open sadly, allowing the kid to step inside before finally feeling the weight of reality crash down all around him. This was Oda’s place, the apartment where Dazai had found himself many times over the years whenever the mafia felt a little too suffocating. 

It was also the place they would go sometimes after having a few too many drinks at  Bar Lupin.

Glancing over to the empty living room he pictured a memory of the past as he imagined the ghostly silhouettes of himself, Ango and Oda as they drank around the table and laughed as the men showed him some new card game. 

And as cold as Dazai’s heart was now, he missed those times. Why did he take such a thing for granted? Why didn’t he cherish those nights more? He could never get them back no matter how hard he tried. 

In fact, the boy had come here tonight in search of something familiar, for something that reminded him of that safe comforting feeling he always had with his old friends. But now, it was cold and empty, just like how the boy felt on the inside. 

He couldn’t find Odasaku’s presence anywhere, not even in this place. 

Sighing to himself, the boy then walked over to the liquor cabinet in the corner before taking out two glasses and filling them up with whiskey. 

Then Dazai lowered his eyes before placing one of the drinks on the table where Oda used to sit before moving over to the other side with a sigh. 

Staring at the empty, cruel space across from him, the boy then took a sip of his whiskey as an unwanted wave of emotion coursed through his throat. “Odasaku..” 

Suddenly, the entrance to his friend’s apartment started to jiggle and move, like someone was on the other side, as Dazai felt his defenses awaken immediately.

 It sounded like someone was trying to break in. But who? Oda told him the only people that knew this place were him and Ango. 

Quickly taking out his gun, the boy then narrowed his eyes before slipping out of slight just as the door flew open a moment later. Whoever was trying to steal from his old friend was going to pay for sure. 

Dazai then listened carefully as a pair of shoes moved across the wooden floors, the movement halting as the stranger seemingly stopped to stare at the two strange whiskey glasses on the table. 

He couldn’t see very much from the angle he was in, only that the stranger was wearing a large black hoodie, the fabric covering up the entirety of their frame and hiding their identity completely. 

They then leaned down to touch one of the glasses as the boy quickly cocked his gun in order to place the barrel of his gun onto the back of their temple as the stranger froze. 

And when he spoke, it was lethally calm. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

The stranger was quiet as he watched their hands reach towards their jacket pocket only for the Dazai to assume it was a gun and take action. No, he wasn’t an idiot. Like this guy could pull a fast one on him. 

Because of that, Dazai’s face immediately hardened before reaching forward in order to grab the intruder's arm, his fingers wrapping around the surprisingly slim surface before kicking their legs out from under them as they fell backwards onto the ground. 

The boy hardly noticed them give a small squeak of surprise at the move. 

Pushing the barrel of the gun towards the stranger, the boy added slowly. “You have one chance. Tell me why you’re here.” 

The person underneath him tried to squirm but Dazai didn’t let them free, tightening his hold on the trigger before narrowing his eyes. If they didn’t want to tell them who they were then he could just examine the corpse later. 

Yet that’s when they heard the intruder speak, soft and quiet, barely above a whisper. And call him crazy but they sounded feminine. “I’m looking for someone.” 

Not understanding, he dug deeper. “Who?” 

The girl was quiet then, her voice trailing away only for his gun to push even deeper to her temple in warning. No, he wouldn’t allow her to stay silent after dishonoring his old friend's old place. 

A moment later she spoke again, except this time the boy was in no way prepared for her answer. “My big brother.” 

And try as he may, the demon prodigy paused at that, his hand frozen on the gun as he couldn’t help but turn his head to the side. What the hell was she talking about? Why would her big brother be at Oda’s old place? 

Although that’s when a crazy possibility popped into his head before the boy brushed it away immediately. No, that was ridiculous. There was no way.

Scoffing at the idea, Dazai frowned. “Your what?”

The stranger then seemingly sighed to herself before lifting her hand up as his defenses slammed back up in case she tried to try something funny. “He stopped answering my letters a week ago so I thought something might have happened to him. I hopped the first flight I could get and followed the return address on his envelopes.”

Then he watched her reach into her pocket only for his hand to push it back with a lot of anxiety. He didn’t trust this girl, she could’ve been lying, screwing him over. “Nice try but I wouldn’t try anything if I were you. I’m not in the best mood right now.”

Stopping immediately, the intruder’s hand grew tense and rigid against his fingers and for a moment the boy thought she was going to fight back or use some unknown ability on him. 

Not that it would matter though considering his ability canceled out everyone else’s. She didn’t stand a chance, especially while he was holding her. No, Dazai would win. It was a guarantee. 

Yet it seemed like the girl wasn’t as dumb as he once anticipated, her hand unmoving as she allowed the boy to hold her captive. “Then grab it yourself and see I’m not lying.” 

Grab it himself? No, why would he do that? That would just give her the opportunity to stab him or inject him with some kind of poison or something.

 Yet the alternative of having her retrieve whatever it is she was trying some him was equally dangerous. No, he couldn’t allow her that kind of freedom. 

Because of that the boy narrowed his eyes before hastily reaching his hand out in order to shove it inside the girl’s small pocket on the front side of her drawstring sweatshirt only to pull out a folded envelope just like she had described. 

Lifting up the white paper to his face, the boy then recognized the very same address they were at right now, Oda’s address, the one that no one was supposed to know except him and Ango. It was suspicious and strange but she also seemed to be telling the truth. 

Just then, Dazai’s face started to grow insanely pale, shaking away the thought before crumbling the empty envelope in his fingers with a scared mutter. “What is your name?”

Her response was immediate, causing the fifteen year old boy’s eyes to widen and his world to come crashing down around him. “Asagao Oda.”

Suddenly, it felt hard to breathe, to think as the boy’s lips slipped out a breathy gasp in reply. No, it couldn’t be. She was fucking with him. There was no way, there was no way he wouldn’t have known about that. Oda was his best friend and he never mentioned this. 

Shaking his head in denial, Dazai’s hand began to shake on his gun, his teeth gritting together as he shoved the barrel further into her hidden temple. “Now I know you’re lying. How about you try again?”

The stranger could see this also though, her body moving once again in order to prop herself up onto her elbows and put her hands out in some kind of defense. “I know it’s probably hard to believe but I am..I’m....

Yet the moment Dazai saw movement, his crazed eyes snapped down to the girl before reaching forward in order to grasp onto the top of her hood with a furious shout.” Bullshit, who are you?!” 

How dare she deceive him by telling such crazy lies. She would pay for that, for soiling Oda’s honor. He just had to know who she really was first. 

Pulling the black fabric down a moment later, Dazai’s gun wasted no time, slamming the barrel into her chest as the girl fell off balance and back onto the floor with a breathy gasp. Now to see who this witch really was. 

Yet the moment he adjusted his eyes, Dazai found the very same deep crimson hair he knew for years, pouring down around the sides of the hooded jacket as he stared down at her deep blue cavendish eyes that he had looked into so many times before. 

Oh my god, she was a spitting image of his old friend, Odasaku. 

But how could that be? 

He watched her groan at the sudden force, her eyes squinting behind a pair of large round glasses that took up the majority of her face before opening them again and looking at the gun pointed at her chest. 

And though she was so close to death, the girl didn’t dare move, her eyes locking back to the boy’s before Dazai felt his voice break with utter shock.

In that moment, for a split second, the boy didn’t feel like a mafia executive but rather just a confused fifteen year old boy, his voice incredibly small.  “It can't be..Odasaku had a little sister..?”

Because if this was true, why didn’t Odasaku mention her, why didn’t he tell him about her? He thought they were friends. But was that wrong? What else did he hold back from the boy? 

Yet the moment Oda’s name slipped from his lips, the girl's eyes widened before lifting her hands up to his black jacket in order to utterly ignore the gun that was pressed to her chest. “Wait, you know my brother? Where is he? Please tell me..” 

She sounded desperate, the action causing Dazai’s finger to float above the trigger before those horrible memories of his best friend's death flashed through him once more. If she really was his sister, then he knew she’d never find him. 

Because of that, the boy told the truth, his voice dull and cruel. “He’s dead.” 

And then he waited, he waited for the girl to cry, to scream, to plead with him for something that was already determined and carried out. That’s what the normal response would be, that’s what everyone else did when someone died. 

Well, not Dazai but literally everyone else. 

Instead, the girl who claimed to be Odasaku’s sister only stayed silent, fingers not moving from his jacket in order for her to close her eyes with something that Dazai read as disappointment before she muttered sadly. “Oh, I see. I hoped that wasn’t the case.” 

Pausing for a moment, Asagao then added softly. “How did he go?” 

Flashes of that day began to play in his head once more before the boy decided to give her the truth, knowing it wouldn’t matter either way. “He was murdered. I saw it myself.” 

Once again, the large rimmed glasses girl only remained silent, like she was thinking something to herself before Asagao replied back sadly. “That must have been very hard on you. I’m sorry..” 

And for a moment, Dazai paused. Why was she saying that? Wasn’t she Odasaku’s sister? Surely she sould’ve been the one more broken up about this information. It was like she didn’t even care. 

No, that wasn’t right. It was more complex than that. She looked sad enough, but it seemed like she couldn’t make some kind of connection in her brain. In fact, the strange girl showed more emotion towards a total stranger than herself. How strange. 

Because of that, the boy turned his head in curiosity. “Why do you say that?” 

Asagao only smiled though, the tips of her mouth not quite reaching her eyes as she glanced over to the two glasses of whiskey next to them. “Because if I know one thing, it’s that anyone that pours a drink for the dead truly valued their life.”

Sighing to herself, the girl then looked back to the gun that was holding her hostage before nodding. “Either way, thank you for telling me, and for being there with him in his last moments. I’m grateful to you for that. At least now I know he was truly loved by someone.”  

Grateful? Now that was a new one. Usually his enemies weren’t grateful for the torture they received. And Dazai would be lying if he said he wasn't fascinated by the different and strange response. 

So much so, a sadistic smile spread across his face without meaning to. “Should you really be thanking me when I have a gun pressed to your chest?” 

The girl then paused before glancing back down towards the gun in order to lift her fingers up and press the barrel further into her chest with a sad smile that Dazai couldn’t decipher. 

And when she spoke, it brimmed with so much honest passion. “Now that I found out how much you treasured my brother, I wouldn’t mind dying if it’s you that pulls the trigger. Then maybe I could finally feel close to him..” 

Pausing slightly at her honest declaration, the boy processed her words with interest and confusion. No one had ever said that to him before. No one had wanted him to be their executioner before. How strange

And it was no secret that Dazai didn’t think much about life, calling it meaningless and pointless. Hell, he had tried to die hundreds of times in order to finally painlessly drift away from such mediocrity. 

But staring at the girl that somehow wore his best friend's face, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by her. She didn’t seem scared of death like others. Her face wore a sense of peace and calm he had never seen before from a victim of his. 

 No, that’s not right. She was scared of death, of course she was, but somehow this stranger found comfort in him pulling the trigger. And for a moment he wanted to ask why, to figure out the methods and inner workings of the girl who claimed to be Odasaku’s sister. 

Yet the moment his fingers graced the trigger once more, the door next to them seemingly slammed open in order for another voice to enter the space.

And this time, they sounded stressed. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 

Then all at once, both Dazai and Asagao turned in unison only to find a very familiar frazzled man staring back at them, the girl speaking first. “A-Ango?” 

Ango only narrowed his eyes though, the man gazing at the very strange and suggestive position the two were in before shaking his head in disbelief. Dazai was practically straddling the poor girl right now with his thighs and without context things did look slightly odd. 

If the gun wasn’t there the man surely would’ve thought something else was going on. 

Dazai didn’t seem to care about that though, his head turning in confusion at the strange girl. Wait, she just said his old friend's name. That meant.. “You know him?” 

Asa didn’t have time to reply though, Ango quickly pointed to the red haired female before speaking with exasperation. “You..what are you doing here?” 

The man then gave Dazai a look, causing the boy to sigh and finally let his captive go in order to put the gun back in his hollister. Ango didn’t seem on edge by her which meant that she wasn’t a threat, currently..

Feeling her lips curve up into a goofy smile, Asa then simply leaped from the floor in order to race towards Ango with her arms open wide as she beamed. “Ango! What a surprise, I guess this our first time meeting. How awkward, am I right? Ha ha ha. Small world. That’s crazy, really.” 

The man only sighed though, already expecting her moves before placing a hand on her face and pushing her back lightly in order to stop the assault. “I knew you’d come here. Good thing I had the government track your movements just in case. Looks like I got here just in time.” 

Frowning at the rejection, Asa then pouted her lips before rubbing the spot where his hand was just moments prior. “Well that’s a little invasive..”

Ango didn’t feel as carefree though, the man immediately putting a hand to his temple in the sign of a headache. “Obviously it was needed. Did you not listen to your brother’s instructions? He said for you to stay out of Yokohama, to not go looking for him. Or did you forget that?” 

Dazai then watched the girl pause before dropping her hand in order to awkwardly laugh in a fake cutesy manner. “I may have chosen to admit that part from my memory. Oops?”

Shrugging her shoulders in reply, Ango only shook his head, obviously over her antics. “Oops? That’s all you have to say? Seriously Asagao, what would Oda say..?”

Yet at the sound of Oda’s name, Dazai felt his head perk up. Even Ango was mentioning Oda and her together. That could only mean one thing. The things she was claiming were true, weren’t they? 

Not wanting to believe it, the boy called out. “Ango, was she telling the truth? Is she really..”

Although before he could finish, Ango simply put a hand up, not wanting to deal with such a revelation for some reason. “Dazai, please..” 

The way he was shutting him down was strange, almost like the man didn’t want Dazai to put together the facts that Odasaku had a little sister and that she was standing before them. But why? Why was Ango, a traitor, allowed to know and not him? 

Something was off about all of this. 

Just then, his thoughts got interrupted as Asa gasped loudly, her eyes turning towards the boy in excited disbelief. “Wait, Dazai? As in Osamu Dazai? No way, for real?!” 

And before he could process it, the girl was up in his face, her blue eyes piercing his through her circular frames in order to look at him like some sort of rare museum artwork she had just found. 

Speaking happily, the girl beamed. “Oh wow. I can’t believe it, brother wrote about you in his letters. I feel like I already know you…” 

She then reached her fingers out to touch him, causing the boy to counter only for Ango to do so for him, his voice firm. “Asagao!” 

Then Odasaku’s sister’s face lit up with some kind of realization before taking a step back with a sort of bashful smile. “Ah, right. Personal space. Sorry, my bad. I got excited. I just wanted to take a good look at you. I guess most people would think that’s rude though. My bad. You probably think I’m some sort of freak now. Ah, well that’s nothing new really. 

Putting her hands up in defense, Asa then backtracked. Well she tried, but Dazai could still see the giddy glee in her face, almost like she was trying to suppress it. “I'm just really happy to meet you, that’s all. I just know we can be good friends. Oh! I know, what if..” 

Ango only stopped her again though, almost like he was afraid of what she was going to say next. “Asagao…” 

Turning her head, the girl hummed in confusion, obviously not seeing anything wrong. “Hmm?” 

The government official only frowned though, his hands moving up to hover over her mouth with an exhausted sigh. “Stop talking.” 

Asa didn’t seem offended though, her brow turning down in understanding before nodding with an apologetic smile. “Right, sorry. Overdoing it. Got it.” 

Shaking his head in exasperation, the government official then turned away from her before pointing to the very curious mafioso that was watching. “Dazai, I need to see you outside. And you..” 

Asa pointed to herself at that, turning her head innocently. “Me?”

Nodding once, the man continued roughly. “Yes you. You better not move a muscle cause when I come back I’m sending you right back home.” 

Dazai then watched her lips open with pure shock in order for her voice to come out in a whine of protest. “Whaaa? Come on Ango. That’s not fair. I just..”

Ango only cut her off though, his tone serious. “It’s not up for debate. Your brother is gone and I promised him that you would never get involved in this. I’m not going against his wishes and neither will you. Now pack your bags and get ready. We leave tonight.” 

Then before she could protest, the man pushed Dazai out of the small apartment door, the boy looking back at the strange new girl only to watch her eyes flash to his in some sort of unexplainable longing before the door covered the sight. 

And call him crazy but it looked like she didn’t want him to go. 

How strange, he had never seen that kind of response from someone before. Usually they were glad to be rid of the demon, of the boy that had plagued their life. If anything, Asa should’ve been thankful that the guy that had threatened her just moments ago was leaving. 

But somehow she wasn’t, and that intrigued him a lethally dangerous amount. 

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The cold crisp air hit him immediately, the feeling soaking into his bones and yet Dazai couldn’t focus on anything but the closed door just inches from his face. So much so, his fucked up mind started to run in all different directions without permission. 

And he’d be lying to say he wasn’t desperate to know what was going on behind Odasaku’s sister's eyes. He wanted to pick at her brain, to pry it open and see for himself the strange puzzle he had just discovered. 

He had a lot of toys but she was something different. It made him want to play around with her more often, to see what other interesting and amusing expressions she could make besides the ones tonight. 

Feeling his gaze focus more sadistically in thought, the boy suddenly took out his thoughts by his ex friend’s voice, a sense of warning in his tone. “Dazai, don’t even think about it.” 

The mafioso then closed his eyes before finally letting go of the thought in order to turn towards Ango innocently. “Whatever do you mean?” 

He only glared though, already knowing the naive tone was an act. “Don’t start. I know you better than anyone. You’re thinking about going back in there and manipulating Oda’s sister for something, aren’t you?” 

He wasn’t wrong. The boy had wanted something from her, but it was only to figure out more about her. Did that include messing around and being a little underhanded? Well, how else would he do it? That was his signature. 

Yet at the sound of Oda’s name, Dazai paused. No, he could decide all that later. Right now he needed answers. “Ango, what’s going on? Odasaku never said anything about having a little sister. How do you know her? Why didn’t he tell me?”

The information felt like a sting, coursing up the boy’s entire throat. He thought Odasaku and him were best friends. He thought they were close, that they knew everything about each other. But now it was obvious that he was keeping secrets this entire time. 

But why, what was the reason? 

Ango only sighed though, his fingers moving to his glasses in order to push them up. “It’s a long story, Dazai. I’ve actually never met her before. Oda simply put me on the phone once when he was drunk. None of that matters though. You need to forget you’ve ever seen her. No one is supposed to know she exists . She wasn’t ever even supposed to be in Yokohama.” 

Pausing, the boy frowned. “Why?” 

His old friend then shook his head in order to speak sadly. “Because Oda knew about the kind of people in his life, he knew what they could do to her. That's why he sent her away, so she could be safe. And regardless of what happened between us I still will fulfill his wish. He was my best friend.” 

At the sound of his explanation, Dazai couldn’t help but scoff. Best friend? Yeah right, he didn’t have the right to say such a thing anymore. Not after what happened. “Says the man that betrayed us and the port mafia.” 

He then watched Ango flitch in order to dip his head in shame. Dazai still hadn’t forgiven him for the betrayal after all. This government official snuck into the port mafia as a spy and he was just supposed to trust everything he said? 

No, those bonds were already broken. 

Ango then paused before finally speaking again, his fingers balling into a tight fist of emotion. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, Dazai. But those nights at Bar Lupin meant something to me. You both meant something to me. That’s why I’m here in the first place. She needs to stay out of this.” 

Although that’s when his eyes flicked up in order to lock eyes with the young executive. “And that means she also needs to stay away from you.” 

He looked so serious, so odd that Dazai couldn’t help twist his lips into a cruel tight lipped smile. The way Ango was glaring at him, it looked like he was viewing the boy as evil incarnate. 

And though he wasn’t wrong, the boy remained silent. What a scary expression. 

Noticing his silence, Ango continued. “You asked why Oda never mentioned her to you. It’s because destruction and corruption follows you everywhere, Dazai. He knew how black your soul is and what you could do to her if given the chance. The demon prodigy has no place out of the darkness, and I'm sure you know that also.”

Dazai then felt his lips fall open with understanding, a low pain in his chest as he was hit with the reality. Was that really why Odasaku never mentioned his sister, because he was scared of his best friend destroying her? 

Ango mentioned him sending her away in order to be out of reach of the dangerous people. Did that include him also? Was Odasaku scared of the boy, of his twisted personality that much? Dazai didn’t know, and that scared him. 

But then again, it made sense. 

He was a demon, that fact was very well known. 

Perhaps Odasaku was right. If he did get his hands on Asagao then she would surely become tainted and destroyed like everyone else in his life. He was a poison, and his best friend was just trying to keep his little sister from ingesting it. 

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, the boy then looked up from his unraveling thoughts in order to find Ango’s serious and unwavering stare. “ So I’m telling this now, Dazai. Walk away. Don’t get involved.” 

Then the man simply let his hand fall before putting his hand on the doorknob with a sad mutter under his breath. “Let the last piece of Odasaku be untainted, for you and me both.” 

Just like that, Ango was gone, leaving Dazai alone in the darkness as it swallowed him whole once more, the familiar black covering his entire silhouette. 

And for once, Osamu Dazai didn’t argue with his ex-friends command. 

Almost like he knew that he was right, that Odasaku’s sister shouldn’t ever go near him.  

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Ango felt the bright lights hit his eyes as he made his way into the small apartment in order to squint and walk around the living room with a heavy weighted sigh of exhaustion. This night was far too stressful. Ah well, at least it is over now. 

Yet the moment he entered the space, the man was only met with silence, causing his ears to ring with fear. “Asagao?” 

Frowning, Ango then moved over to the small table in the corner only to find a tiny yellow sticky note on the surface as the black colored ink mocked him all at once.  

Ango,  If you wanna bring me back then you gotta catch me first >:D

Crumbling the paper between his fingers, the man then looked up only to find that the fifth story window was open, the sharp breeze stunning him into silence. No, it couldn’t be. 

She was gone. 

“Asagao!” 

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Part 2:

Part 3:

(Just an intro to the three part short story I have.)

[ruified]

i just finished reading osamu dazai and the dark era and now my eyes are stinging with the feeling of tears attempting to crawl their way out from behind them, and they may just succeed in that endeavor so let’s see how much i can type out with tears in my eyes

i miss my wife (oda bsd)

Somebody probably should've tied him up, pried his chest open, and stuffed a vacuum cleaner inside. Then, as he screamed and cried until they needed to punch him to shut him up, they'd suck every last bit out of his chest and stamp it into the ground.

But in reality, such a vacuum didn't exist. Chests don't open up like that, and no one is capable of such feats. What we see is every-thing, and everything we see, we ignore. All we can do is stand before the deep ditch between us and others and keep silent.

the way oda talks about dazai is consistently heart wrenching, he knows that despite all of dazai’s maturity, because he was forced to grow so fast, he’s still a child

just a child protecting his fragile little heart the way an adult would, simply replicating what he’d seen others do and what he’d been taught and expanding upon it

That was when Dazai first realized: Sakunosuke Oda understood him much more than he'd ever imagined-right up to his very heart, almost to the center of his mind. Dazai didn't realize until then that someone had known him so well.

it’s as if oda never realized that he knew dazai better than anyone, that he’d successfully reached out and touched the child protecting his heart

oda mentioned regretting not getting closer to dazai

The reason why Ango and I were able to be by his side was that we understood the solitude that surrounded him, and we never stepped inside it no matter how close we stood.

But in that moment, I kind of regretted not stepping in and invading that solitude.

but in his final moments, that child in dazai reached out and asked for guidance, asked for oda to take his hand and point him in the next direction he believed was right because he trusted him

dazai thought so highly of oda because oda was always rather up front about everything, his feelings, what he was thinking, all of that. not once did oda try to use dazai, we find dazai sort of realizing this in the day i picked up dazai (which i read online not too long ago), and that’s what makes dazai like oda so much

they’re so important to me guys btw

With trembling fingers, Odasaku reached for the cigarettes in his pocket before sluggishly placing one in his mouth. By the time he pulled out a match, his fingers were too weak to hold it anymore. Dazai took the match and lit the cigarette for him.

Then Odasaku closed his eyes, smoking the cigarette as he smiled, filled to the brim with satisfaction.

The cigarette fell to the ground.

Dropping onto his knees by Odasaku's side, Dazai looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes. His tightly shut lips faintly trembled. The smoke from the cigarette rose straight up to the top.

Nobody said a word.

READING THIS SHIT HITS HARDER THAN WATCHING IT THE ANIME FR DOES NOT CARRY THAT SAME IMPACT

something else they never included in the anime was THIS?????

In the middle of a verdant mountain trail atop a hill overlooking Yokohama was a cemetery with a view of the ocean. There were many new graves lined up-among them a small white burial marker without a name.

Dazai stood before the burial marker, dressed in black mourning clothes and holding a bouquet of white flowers.

"…….”

He squinted as the strong sea breeze suddenly gusted past.

The white flowers fluttered in the wind.

"I'll leave this photo here."

He took out a picture and placed it before the burial marker.

Frozen in time were the smiles of those three men.

"I really wish you could've tried that hard tofu I made..."

Dazai closed his eyes, then stood absolutely still, rooted to the spot.

GOD I FEEL ILL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DAZAI OSAMU

Dazai didn't say a word. That was just about the first time he'd ever been unable to articulate his feelings.

"I..."

this is like one of the first, if not the only time, we get a glimpse into what dazai is thinking and it’s honestly so important that we did it this moment

the anime doesn’t convey it as well just how emotionally driven dazai is in this moment, like, yes you can tell, but his struggle between what he knew was logically correct and what he felt is so important to know about

it also makes this part that he said to ango really ironic

"I always lose the things I don't want to lose the most. That's why I don't feel anything anymore. The moment you get your hands on something worth going after, you lose it."

"When I first saw him over in the slums, I was horrified. His talents are extraordinary, and his skill is extremely destructive. Plus, he's stubborn. If I'd left him to his own devices, he would've ended up a slave to his own powers until he destroyed himself."

Dazai didn't freely make people work under him, period; much less a boy on the verge of starvation in the slums. But Dazai seemed to have his own reasons for doing it.

the way dazai talks about akutagawa here is so interesting and you really gotta take it at face value because he has no reason to lie to oda, especially not about this

here’s dazai being oda’s number one fan

"Sakunosuke Oda... I know that guy," the subordinate with sunglasses added hesitantly. "Dazai, sir, I don't mean to be rude, but...I saw him sweeping behind the office the other day. A man of his status isn't qualified to be your friend, let alone contend with an enemy like this."

Dazai stared, flabbergasted, at his underling.

"Are you joking? Odasaku's not qualified?" Dazai asked, thoroughly surprised.

he’s so cute

now for some silly stuff

here’s oda describing things in terms of cats

Searching for a Mafia informant is on a completely different level from locating a missing pet cat (which I've actually done before, so I say this with confidence). If a cat runs away, then you can stake out a local feeding ground, but there was no way for me to even guess where Ango's "feeding ground" might be.

I had placed a foot on the staircase to the second floor, which looked as if it could come crumbling down at any moment, when I heard a sound coming from somewhere in the building. It was very faint, only about as loud as a kitten rolling on its back.

he’s such a guy

"I am André Gide. We ghosts came in search of... the one who will free our souls," the leader claimed.

…

"Well, I know this guy who works at a funeral home. I'm sure he'll give you a discount if I put in a word for you."

"Anyway, I feel for you, Odasaku. Not only did you run into the enemy's boss, but he made some serious advances toward you, too. At this rate, you guys will be married by the weekend."

"That's not what happened." At least, I hoped not. "They're just a group of weirdos who start wars for the sake of it."

"Oh? I think it's kinda cute, going to such lengths to plan another person's death. I never would've thought of doing that." There was more than a hint of amusement in his tone.

“at least, i hoped not” ODA 😭😭😭

i just love dazai in this specific moment, he’s so silly

"I found a handkerchief at the site of the explosion." Dazai grinned fiendishly. "There was a napkin from this place wrapped inside. It was completely obvious. Who would've thought spies used such dated methods, huh?"

Now that he mentioned it, I remembered lending Ango my handkerchief before I passed out. That must've been when he slipped the napkin in. I just thought I'd lost it.

BRO THOUGHT ANGO JUST LIKE GAVE HIM BACK THE NAPKIN TOO

"Man, that was hot. Why does curry have to be that hot?

Does it have something against mankind? More people would eat it if it were less spicy. This is negligence in food culture." I thought about it for a moment before answering. "If more people ate it, then nobody would eat anything else, thus completely destroying food culture as we know it."

"Makes sense." Dazai nodded, seemingly convinced.

"You hurt yourself on a block of tofu?"

He must have been in desperate need of some calcium.

"...Odasaku, that's exactly the problem right there. You're enabling Dazai. You don't speak up, and that's why he goes off the rails."

I see. So this was what Ango meant by "enabling" him. You learn something new every day.

i love how funny oda is without meaning to be like he fr just says shit 😭

anyways that was a really good read uhh made me really sad, also better than the anime ngl, oda was so much more badass and cool

[invidiia]

you said i could do it so here i am 😇

i was thinking about this the other day—what if verlaines darling started learning french in secret while they were held captive? like they wanted to understand him better so they just found their old phone that they thought that verlaine discarded and they just downloaded an app to learn french😭

anyways that’s all LMAODH

français en secret - yan!paul verlaine x reader

❐ - yandere!verlaine (bsd) x reader

note ; HII I LOVE THIS REQUEST?! ALSO THANK YOU GUYS FOR 150+ FOLLOWERS ILY ALL!! i do not know french, so if anyone would correct me anything i put in this, i would absolutely appreciate it!! EDIT: CREDIT TO @eroqista FOR HE,PING ME WITH THE FRENCH PART BEAUSE WBFKEF

prompt ; after being stuck with the man for who knows how long, verlaine's darling began to learn french in secret.

warnings ; kidnapping, yandere/obsessive themes, gender neutral!reader,

it took a good while to find your old phone. you thought verlaine threw almost everything of yours out!

the screen was slightly damaged, a few cracks adorning the glass, but it was still slightly usable. verlaine had left the house again, after throwing you into the basement for whatever reason. perhaps he forgot about the boxes with your old belongings in them, boxes that he had been meaning to burn.

but the boxes weren't burned to ashes, and instead, they sat in the basement while dust collected. in another box was an old pen that had surprisingly not dried out, and a notebook.

you rarely saw verlaine visibly angry - but you could always tell when he was, after months of living with him, you learned to know his emotions. he semi-trusted you, but not enough to tell you exactly how he feels, other than that he loved you.

one thing you noticed more than often when verlaine was upset was that he would speak french - his native language. he would either be upset, talking to a colleague or friend, or just to himself, but you understood none of it.

maybe a good way to understand him more would be to understand what he was saying. that, or you could also try to escape with your new understanding of his words. maybe he would say over the phone how long he would be gone, and how far he was going, so you could create a window of time for your escape.

or you could simply learn the language and surprise him after getting good enough, and tell him the sweetest things exactly how he doesn't expect it.

It wasn't perfect.

Only three-four months of nonstop learning whenever you had time alone couldn't get you close to perfect. Even the basics weren't easy; it was very difficult. And it wasn't like you were hiding your learning well, either. Verlaine knew you spent an awful lot of time in the basement, so he often came down to check on you, but he'd just see you curled up in the corner with a notebook in hand, and when he looked at the paper, it was just cutesy drawings of flowers and bees and everything cute you could think of.

You had time to put the phone away and hide it since you could hear the door open, since you still weren't technically allowed to have that phone, even if you were just using it to learn another language.

(now, imagine the reader purposely trying to get put in the basement because they don't want to break their daily streak and get hunted by the duolingo bird. do your french lessons, Y/N.)

It took time, but eventually you were able to understand and make basic conversation.. which also meant you could listen in on phone calls he made while speaking in French only.

This could go two ways depending on your actions.

"You started learning French?" Verlaine looked almost impatient, looking at you while he waiting for an answer. You hadn't thought this through. How were you planning to explain to him exactly how? "I picked up on some of yours." You replied innocently, looking back down at your feet to alleviate the stress of the highly likely possibility that he doesn't believe your lie. "You just magically understood French from listening? What, did I leave a dictionary down there?" Verlaine stood up from his chair, sauntering behind you with a small smile on his face while you nodded. He wasn't smiling softly. "Good job." He placed a hand on your shoulder and turned to leave the room. It was that easy? He believed you like that?

But you should have known he didn't actually believe you. Verlaine was no idiot, it shouldn't be a surprise when you were waken up in the morning in the basement, with all of the boxes containing your old belongings gone.

The basement door was locked tightly, and the basement was now entirely empty. There was a note on the door, and attached with a paper clip, was one photo. There the boxes were - set ablaze and sat in front of a camera. The note read,

"J'ai trouvé ton téléphone, chéri. Tu vois les photos ? J'ai mis le feu aux boîtes. Ton vieux téléphone est dans l'une d'elles. Vraiment, bon travail, d'apprendre le français et de me le cacher. Tu aurais pu demander, j'aime passer du temps avec toi. Je te dirais bien "bonne chance pour la prochaine fois", mais je ne pense pas qu'il y aura une prochaine fois. Je t'aime."

[kyouka-supremacy]

If we’re talking about sexism in BSD can we talk about Dazai Osamu’s Entrance Exam? (Not the anime adaptation) I really really really hated how Dazai and Kunikida would talk about Sasaki right in front of her like she wasn’t even there?? And just how they generally were with her…Reading that light novel was a genuinely unpleasant experience more times than I’d like to admit solely because of how egregiously gross it was when it came to Sasaki's character and how the guys would treat her. I've never seen anyone talk about it but it's been bugging me for a while now.

(个_个)

I understand how that's all sorts of fucked up. I haven't read the Entrance Exam novel but in my opinion the Sasaki / Kunikida / Dazai anime scenes rub just as wrong. There's really the whole deal of talking in front of women like they were lesser / objects which is plain atrocious. But then again, the bsd novels produced the unfamous Naomi description, so it's really the author giving their worst apparently.

The sexism in bsd is pathologic. Something I've brought up before but that is really explicative to me, Dazai going “The murder must have occurred in the early morning, because that's the only time of the day a woman wouldn't be wearing make-up”. And it's probably silly of me to pick up on such a small thing when wearing make-up is debated within feminist spaces itself, and it's probably something I have personal issues with, but the way in the story it serves the role of an objective hint, something plain and unconfutable, that women are expected to wear make-up at every hour of the day and them not doing so is just absurd and unthinkable… To me it really speaks of how the world of bsd is a world were women are expected to fit a determined ideal that is very distant from reality, and the author really has a very limited understanding of what women are actually like irl.

If we’re talking about sexism in bsd, can we talk about what was up with the Yosano / buisnessman (?) scene in chapter 7? It's been two years since I've watched and read that scene, and I still can't figure out what it's supposed to mean or convey. First, Yosano is shown being tame and overly polite towards someone who was being extremely rude; then, after he hits her and tells her to know her place, she replies “Well, a thousand pardons, sir. Would it be more womanly for me to crush your puny ××××× under my heels, perhaps?”. Now, her reply is somewhat funny, but really, doesn't mean anything. And I'm not talking about the censure. Why is her behaviour so fluctuating and inconsistent? What does womanhood has to do with anything here? Why would she be so polite and then suddenly backtrack? Really, why was she being polite in the first place to someone being so vulgar and disrespectful towards her? Honestly, that doesn't feel Yosano at all. At most it feels like that's supposed to portray how a woman is expected to react in an imaginary and unrealistic world, but that has so little standing potential irl, not even Yosano in this manga could hold the charade for long, and the result ends up looking awkward and nonsensical. Every time I see this scene I'm just like… What is going on here. Not even in a judgemental way, just as in “I seriously can't understand what the author was trying to say with this”, and frankly, I don't think they do know either. It really makes evident their struggle to write female characters, like women were this strange, foreign, very abstract concept that's impossible to crack or relate to. And when the answer is so simple, that you shouldn't write women as an unknown and indecipherable species, but simply as people— it would almost be endearing if it wasn't so detrimental. I won't even get to her “It is an era of equality for men and women” line which, put in the context of this manga, comes off as the most unfunny joke ever. Here, I can see what the author was trying to do alright, nodding to irl Yosano Akiko feminist viewpoints, but making the character Yosano talk in cheap feminist slogans to rival mcu movies ends up doing her a disservice more than anything, and I doubt it would leave the actual Yosano Akiko positively impressed at all.

If we’re talking about sexism in bsd, can we talk about how Kouyou should be the next pm boss, and the fact that the spot is canonly reserved for Chuuya instead is insane and nonsensical and outrageous to the point that even CHUUYA agrees on the fact that she should be the one? You know, Kouyou, the powerful ability user, experienced, senior in hierarchy, who has been shown to be both loyal to the current boss Mori and close to him on a personal level? Compared to Chuuya who never wanted to be the boss in the first place? But he gets to be either way, because the concept of a woman pm boss is just unthinkable. I feel like there's more reasons to cry for that Cannibalism stage play scene than the Flags' voices.

If we’re talking about sexism in bsd, can we talk about Higuchi? Can we talk about Lucy? Bsd offers so many examples of its sexism, we could be here to talk about it for days. At this point I feel like I might come across as someone who loves hating on things, but in reality every time I write a post of this kind it's a desperate prayer to the author: ���Prove me wrong! Please, prove me wrong! Write women with layers and agencies! Expand on their virtues and flaws and ambitions! Dedicate narrative arcs to them! Prove me wrong!”

[chuuyrr]

to have loved and lost

bungo stray dogs x scarlet witch! reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): hurt/comfort. possible spoilers for bsd. reference to wanda maximoff in mcu's age of ultron.

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which you, the scarlet witch of the detective agency, are hurting, and dazai osamu shares your grief so you don't have to bear it all alone. full-request here.

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai osamu

dazai osamu was no stranger to grief, having dealt with it since he was young.

in fact, he grieved every day, from whenever he saw a familiar curry restaurant to seeing children smiling and happily playing in the streets of yokohama, though it wasn't as obvious as it was because he's so used to it, dazai's able to mask it so well with a smile and his antics that one wouldn't even think he was going through such a thing.

everyone grieves at some point in their lives, dazai knows that, but he didn't expect you to be one of them.

[surname] [name], a distinguished member of the armed detective agency who joined the organization not long before nakajima atsushi.

dazai personally doesn't know much about you; in fact, he believes that none of them do, other than the fact that you joined in courtesy of president fukuzawa with a background that you're an ability user from a faraway city with a rather strange and exceptional gift known as chaos magic. 

his colleagues frequently praise you for being so kind and almost like a parental figure to the younger members, especially atsushi, kyouka, kenji, and the tanizaki siblings. those kids looked up to you a lot and sought your advice all the time, even though you were about the same age as dazai and kunikida and fukuzawa and ranpo were the oldest members.

you were always smiling, always putting others before you and very dedicated to your job which makes kunikida personally think you're the ideal member of the agency, even if you were quite terrifying when you had to fight using your chaos magic.

but today was different. 

your [color] eyes were cold, and you didn't have a genuine smile on your face. from the moment you walked into the office in the morning, it appeared forced, cracked, and almost broken. your fingers were twitching subconsciously as you sat down at your desk to go over your work for the day.

not only that, but you haven't been responding to dazai's flirtatious or silly remarks as you usually do.

everyone noticed the sudden change in your demeanor, but you dismissed it as insignificant, even though it was becoming increasingly obvious, at least to dazai and possibly ranpo.

everyone may also think it's insignificant, but if anyone in the agency is capable of seeing through such a mask, it's dazai.

he could tell by your eyes and expression alone. 

you excused yourself today in the middle of the day to go to cafe uzumaki, which was just downstairs, but dazai immediately perks up and insists on accompanying you, "i'll come with you, belladonna!~" he said happily.

"it's fine, dazai. you don't have to.. i want to go get some coffee alone," you said dismissively, waving your hand with your tone being kind and soft-spoken.

"don’t worry, i'll treat you with anything; think of it as a coffee date between you and me, my dearly beloved [nam—" his brown eyes widened when your tone of voice became harsher. 

"i said you don't have to, dazai!" 

at the resounding sound of your scream, red wisps dispelled from your body as you clenched your fists and brought them down across the air. immediately, your red psionics seized dazai and took hold of his collar and lifted him from the floor that he immediately halted from talking. your chaos magic had automatically protected you with it perceiving him as a threat.

everyone in the office was taken aback by your sudden outburst that everyone stood up, alerted by the immense presence of red psionic energy in the air.

"[n-name]?" dazai gasped for air, his eyes widening in surprise as your red psionics was beginning to asphyxiate his neck–your ability working against his no longer human ability. 

realizing what you did, you looked at your hands in horror. you immediately dispersed the red psionics holding dazai in the air by the collar in a frantic, the red glow in your eyes fading as well, and placed him down. "no! stop, i'm sorry!" 

everyone appeared to be conflicted about the situation. yes, it was unintentional, but you were so dangerous. emotional too. it was also something they had never seen before. you were always calm and collected, not until now. 

"[name], are you okay?" kunikida asked, slowly lifting a hand towards you. you can see the uncertainty in his eyes, the glint in his eyes. you hated that look you were getting from them.

atsushi and kunikida approached you cautiously as dazai stroked his neck and adjusted his collar, while the others looked at you with a conflicted expression. that hurt.

the way their eyes were filled with fear—in fear of you.

"don't take another step!" you cried out, raising both of your hands in the air, before your voice trailed off and hushed into a softer tone as you placed both of your hands to your chest, "i-i'm sorry. i just need some fresh air.. yes, that's right.. not coffee.."

"wait, [name]!" cried dazai, but it was already too late, you had already pushed the door open using your red psionics and fled.

you didn't dare to look back as you ran away, subconsciously activating your chaos magic, which increased your speed and allowed you to move in a fast forward like a video being put on sixteen times its speed. 

you had no idea where you were going, but you just needed to be alone, especially after that and what had happened today.

you found yourself running into yokohama's cemetery, which was filled with graves yet a sea of beautiful greenery. even though it appears to be overwhelming you, your subconscious seems to know where you should be as you have clearly not moved on.

dazai was quick to run after you despite kunikida’s protests of just letting you be. a part of him just couldn’t leave you alone, not after that little outburst of yours earlier.

he remembers it clearly, seeing the sadness and loneliness within those red glowing eyes of yours, as well as hearing how strained your voice was.

he was quick to find where you ran off given his natural ability to predict and deduce with such precision strategically. dazai’s eyes then widened to find you sitting against a familiar gravestone underneath a tree.

he knew that gravestone all too well.

how in the world did you find yourself over there? did you know who was buried there? or maybe, was it just a coincidence somehow? 

dazai shook his thoughts off and walked towards you slowly, not wanting to spook you out. he stared down at you for a brief moment as you hugged your legs to your knees with your face buried in your arms. 

"belladonna?" dazai’s voice was soft and hushed as he slowly knelt down to your height.

"leave me alone, dazai. i don’t want to hurt you like that again." you said, your voice somewhat muffled as you refused to lift your head from your arms to look at him.

dazai stared and blinked at you for a minute, before stifling a soft chuckle as he shifted into a comfortable position and sat down next to you instead of just kneeling.

he placed a hand on the back of your head and proceeded to pat your hair gently when you didn’t flinch or scoot away from his touch, "you can never hurt me, love. besides, i know you didn’t mean it."

you continued to stay silent, and eventually so did dazai. the two of you just sat there by the gravestone beneath the trees with the wind’s breeze running through you and him as the leaves of the trees rustled.

dazai just continued to pat your head until eventually his fingers began running through your hair. after some time, you finally lifted your head from your arms, but you simply stared at your shoes and avoided eye-contact with him.

"i had a twin." you began, which made dazai let out a rather surprised and baffled hum, taking note of the emphasis “had”. but even so, he simply remained quiet and nodded his head to signal you to continue talking.

you spoke as you gripped your arms, continuing to hug your legs to your knees, "a twin brother to be exact. he was an ability user too. his ability lets him run fast in the blink of an eye. fitting for his tenacious, playful, and loud behavior if you ask me," dazai smiles softly when your lips twitch into a small smile. 

but then, there goes that frown on your face again, quickly replacing the smile on your features, "but despite his superhuman speed, he still wasn’t able to run fast enough. he got caught in the crossfire while saving people back at our home together with me."

dazai took note of how your lips were trembling now and how your fingers were now twitching again in the same manner earlier back at the detective agency.

you closed your eyes shut, fighting back tears as you recalled the events of the past, of you and your twin brother exchanging banters, of being there for each other and fighting together until the very end, and finally the bittersweet ending wherein half of your soul got ripped from you.

"till this day, i can still remember it clearly. the feeling of my other half dying that all i could do that day was scream and cry my soul out as i saw nothing but red—just burning red," your voice strained once more as you shook your head, "or, i guess i should say today."

before tears filled the brim of your eyes and rolled down your face, your eyes widened as you felt a hand grab yours.

you turned to face dazai with a teary-eyed gaze as he intertwined his hand with yours with his other arm wrapping around you to pull you to him, putting the two of you in a much comfortable sitting position.

you bit your tongue, trying to hold back a cry, but he hushed you and pushed your head against his chest with him now enveloping you in his warm embrace and rubbing your arm. 

"shhh~ shh~" hushed dazai, "it’s okay. let it all out, my love. i'm right here."

you broke down into tears at the sincerity and comfort that dazai was providing and cried your heart out. he tucked your head under his chin as he reached for your face, gently wiping your tears away, hushing you once more as he rocked you back and forth.

it made his heart clench painfully to see you in such a state, but he knows you have to grieve and let those emotions out. 

"[name]?" dazai asked after a while, gently calling you and stroking your cheek as your tears trickled into soft and quiet sniffles. 

you lifted your head towards up, looking up at him with a teary-eyed gaze. dazai smiles ever so softly down at you, "there you are."

"i-i'm sorry.." you hiccuped, shaking your head as you looked down to avoid his gaze, "i didn't mean for you to see me like this."

"nonsense, it's okay. you don't have to hide from me, [name]," dazai said comfortingly, hushing you gently, now holding both sides of your face in his warm and much larger hands to make you look at him again while still caressing your cheek, "okay?"

you nodded your head, swallowing the lump that got caught in your throat when you cried.

dazai then brushed your hair behind your ear while his other hand continued to cup your face, "grief is such a complex thing, no?"

you batted your wet eyelids at him as you watched dazai's lips move and talk. 

"there are losses that rearrange the world and change the way you see everything, even when everyone else thinks nothing has changed," dazai continued as his eyes softened and he stared at the gravestone you two were at, "but, what is grief if not love persevering?"

dazai shook his head, softly chuckling before he pulled you in close to his embrace, gently placing your head on his shoulder, and you closed your eyes, saying nothing.

perhaps your arrival at this location wasn't purely coincidental. you initially thought it was just a peaceful location where you could separate yourself for a bit, having no idea who the lone gravestone was, but you already knew the answer thanks to your mind-reading ability and sensitivity to energies.

this could have been caused by your probability hex. perhaps it could have been a supernatural force too, such as your dead twin brother or whoever dazai was referring to earlier, but you like to believe it was fate.

you returned his embrace with one of yours, your free hand gliding across his back, a smile gracing your lips as you closed your eyes, breathing in the air softly, your heart and mind at ease in dazai's arms. 

"a gentle reminder that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."

we grieve because we once loved, and that love is a reminder that will remain with us. 

[ author's notes ! finally had the time and brain cell to write something after being busy because of our thesis defense and mock interview. sadly, i might continue to be inconsistent in terms of writing and posts as i still have one more defense at school, and final exams are coming up in like a week. hahahahaha so yeah, it is so not slay at all ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) ..

ALSO, i hope ya'll enjoyed the reference to vision's words to wanda, as well as megan divine's quote on grief. i find it fitting for dazai osamu, and honestly speaking i didn't know what kind of flow of writing i was going for exactly because i haven't written in such a long while, so hopefully it's okay ! that's all, thank you for reading until the very end hahaha ]

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Hello! Greetings, it's me again! 🌙! Idk if I sent this request because I think I didn't finished it and accidentally deleted all my questions so I'm redoing them rn.

QUESTIONS ABOUT SAGAU X BSD:

1. What about Rosaria, ga-ming, Dehya, Candace, Cyno, Tighnari, collei, Chevreuse, Diona, cloud retainer, Charlotte, beidou, Noelle, mika, and Xiao? What do they think ABT reader? Btw idk if I saw Tighnari or Cyno in your posts so-

2. Was there ever a time where the genshin impact wasn't self aware at first? Or did they already knew about creator before fake creator was there?

3. Who is more powerful? Fake creator or Reader creator?

4. What powers do the creators have?

5. Are there any more other reincarnations besides, fake creator, and reader creator?

Questions about your works:

6. how many requests do you have rn- if you don't mind me asking that is

7. Do you allow gore, self-harm, dark topics? (Not talking ABT nsfw, incest or any other than that

8.Which do you prefer for readers gender? Male reader, female reader, other reader genders?

Well that is all! Do take some breaks, btw you got lots of motivations I see. Also good job!

Hi, 🌙 anon!

Thanks, I am taking breaks from time to time.

1.

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Mondstadt

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Rosaria

*******

She is on Fake Creator's side.

Rosaria didn't like, that Fake Creator returned. For Rosaria, it means more work. Yet, she remains loyal to Fake Creator.

Fake Creator gave Rosaria a permission to punish anyone, who is a Danger to Mondstadt.

Reader arrived.

Fake Creator ordered to capture them.

Rosaria was the one, who chased Reader to an abandoned cottage.

Venti and Knights of Favonius almost burned Reader alive in this cottage.

And Rosaria, knights and Venti looked delighted, when they saw flames.

The same day, it was discovered, that Reader escaped.

After that, Rosaria was searching for Reader. She couldn't find them. Barbara treat Reader's burns, Bennett, Razor and Fischl get Reader to Dragonspine and Albedo got Reader to Liyue.

******

Diona (+ Klee)

******

Diona is on Reader's side.

At first, she wasn't planning on joining anyone, but Klee told her a 'super-duper secret' about Reader, that Klee heard from Alice. That Reader are a good person who was being treated unfairly.

Diona is a kid, and she can't do much to help. Fake Creator insisted on keeping kids close. Diona can't be really active.

But, she and Klee can keep Fake Creator's attention occupied by pulling little pranks and behaving like kids.

*****

Noelle

*****

Noelle is very hesitant.

The scene of a burning house and Knights' grins horrified her.

She believes in Fake Creator. But, when she saw Reader, scared, with some burns, she can't bring herself to attack.

She let Reader go.

Noelle doesn't know what to do next. The whole situation became too awful, too unreal for her.

*****

Mika

*****

Mika is another one, who was scared of the burning cottage situation.

The cruelty in Knights' gazes... It's not how it should be.

Mika secretly helped Reader escape the burning cottage. After that, he gifted Reader his best maps, so they could find a way in a wilderness.

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Liyue

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Gaming

*****

Gaming is on Reader's side.

Yunjin was the one, who made him see, how horrible the whole situation was.

Gaming helped Yunjin with the destruction performance, that helped Reader to get to a ship to Inazuma.

****

Beidou

*****

She was on Fake Creator's side, at first

But change side after Kazuha ran into Reader and realized, that Reader are Real Creator.

Beidou and her crew were the ones, who secretly get Reader from Inazuma back to Liyue and hide them with Baizhu again.

*****

Xiao

*****

He is on Reader's side.

He immediately knew what kind of monster Fake Creator were. Xiao can't stand near them, his karma goes awry.

But, when he saw Reader, he knew, they were the Real Creator.

He and Adepti were with Morax, when Reader were trying to escape Liyue.

When Zhongli was ready to strike Reader's boat, Xiao plunge his spear right into Zhongli's side.

Xiao gave Reader the chance to escape.

Zhongli survived.

Xiao is captured.

But, he feels content. He saved Reader.

******

Cloud Retainer (and adepti)

*****

She and all adepti (minus Madame Ping) were on Fake Creator's side.

But, after Xiao's betrayal, and talk with Madame Ping, Yaoyao and Xiangling, adepti realized, what kind of monster they were listening to.

Unfortunately, Zhongli is still blind to that fact. After Xiao's betrayal, Zhongli became paranoid. He started loosing trust in others.

When Reader returned to Liyue, Cloud Retainer, Moon Carver, Madame Ping, Mountain Shaper and Ganyu protected Reader during their journey to Sumeru.

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Sumeru

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Dehya

*****

She is on Reader's side.

When Nahida was captured for helping Reader, Dunyarzad was devastated. She asked Dehya to help Reader. Dehya agreed.

She helped Alhaitham and Kaveh in getting Reader to Fontaine through the desert.

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Candace

******

She is neutral, but not friendly.

She asked Dehya and Reader to leave Aaru Village when they reached it.

Don't get me wrong, she feels sorry about Reader's situation. But, after Nahida was arrested, everyone from Sumeru, who dared to help Reader, will be in even more trouble, than before. She doesn't want to risk villagers lives.

Still, she let Dehya and Reader get water and food.

*****

Cyno

*****

He is on Fake Creator's side.

During it, he attacked Reader, and if it weren't for Aranaras, Reader would be dead or captured.

And Nahida's imprisonment made him even more loyal to Fake Creator. Cyno will think, that Reader bewitched an archon.

He will follow Dehya and Reader, making sure, that their trip will be safe. And observing Reader's behavior.

During his observations, he noticed, that Reader didn't do anything wrong. They were a normal, tired person. Cyno heard, how Reader cry themselves to sleep, missing their home and friends.

Cyno is conflicted.

He helped Dehya fight with a group of eremites, who tried to capture Reader.

He left Dehya and Reader without the word. He has many things to think about.

*****

Tighnari

*****

He is on Fake Creator's side.

Fake Creator gave Forest Rangers a good sum of mora, arranged lectures about forest. They also gave Tighnari permission to arrange any sort of research and publish results.

So, Tighnari is loyal to Fake Creator. He arranged patrols. He tried his best to capture Reader.

But, somehow, Reader managed to avoid every patrol.

******

Collei

******

She is on Reader's side.

She was so devastated, when Fake Creator gave Dottore a title of Personal Physician. She can't understand, why someone like him wasn't punished.

So, she wasn't sure, that Reader did something wrong. Maybe, it's an opposite, and Reader are a good person.

Nahida gave Collei instructions on where to take Reader, when she met them.

Collei managed to get Reader away from Forest Rangers patrols. Thanks to Collei, Reader's 'trip' to Vanarana went almost peacefully, except a run in Cyno.

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Fontaine

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Charlotte

******

She is on Reader's side.

She, out of curiosity, talked to some Fontaine citizens, after Fake Creator got to Teyvat. And she learned, that not everyone are happy for having Creator back.

Charlotte even managed to talk to Furina about Fake Creator. And, let's just say, even commas in Furina's speech were swear words.

When Charlotte met Reader, she almost interrogates them for an interview. Charlotte learned everything about Reader's journey so far. She decided to keep the information for now. If time comes, she will use it.

******

Chevreuse

******

She is also on Reader's side.

She does observe Reader's behavior. So far, Reader didn't break any of Fontaine's laws.

When Neuvillette became more restless is searching for Reader, some people from Fleuve Cendre wanted to hang Reader. This way they would escape Neuvillette's wrath and Reader won't suffer through torture. Chevreuse stopped them, saved Reader and started a meeting with everyone, who lived in Fleuve Cendre. The same meeting, that end in Navia and Spina di Rosula (and Furina) took Reader to Melusines' village.

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2.

Genshin Impact was always Self-Aware and knew about Creator. Their self-awareness are different from BSD Cast's self-awareness.

BSD Cast are characters, that one day became self-aware and connected to a random reader.

Genshin Impact Game was a virtual window to another world.

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3.

Right now, Fake Creator. But Reader reached half of Fake Creator's powers when they were captured. If Reader spent more time in Teyvat, they will become stronger.

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4.

From basic to advanced

- Longlivety

- Stopping Monsters from attacking. Not working on smarter monsters. (Abyss Order)

- Dragon Whisper (described here) In a nutshell, making any dragon 'imprint'on anyone, who have Creator's powers. Because of that, Dvalin, Azdaha, Apep, Neuvillette and, at some extent, Zhongli, are on Fake Creator's side. Vishaps are on Reader's side.

- Plant manipulation (can make plants grew and cover their tracks).

- Water manipulation (can get water from anywhere they wish).

- Stronger bodies (it will take many efforts to kill Creator) [Reader gained this right before they were captured by Tsaritsa. The last power they got before returning home].

- Regeneration.

- Destruction (can turn anything to dust) and Creation (can make anything, even the most bizarre plant and animal combination).

- Mind manipulation

- Bringing dead to life (lost ability, current Creator's powers aren't enough to do it)

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5.

No, for now, only two.

There is a possibility of third reincarnation being born, but, they won't have even echoes of Creator's powers and, will probably only have a similar voice or physics to Creator.

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6.

Good question, I wish I could answer it.

I am currently looking through my inbox, searching for purely question asks I missed.

Soon, I will post another list of requests I have. Maybe, will open requests for a few days.

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7.

Yes, I allow dark topics.

Note! I won't describe it in too many details, will try to keep at "T", or PG rated.

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8.

I don't have any preference.

But, most of my requests are about Gender Neutral Reader. There are some Male and Female Reader requests.

All requests are equally interesting for me.

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[baizhoobies]

Fukuzawa x f!Reader - Mistakes and How to Fix Them

Request: Hello, I was very happy to see that your favorite BSD characters included Fukuzawa, I wish there was more content of him. you can take a request? I would like something kinky, where the s/o had a meeting (+18) with the president where he revealed a slightly crooked side that he was unaware of. The s/o can be whatever genre you like. Sorry for my bad english, I hope you understand my idea.

A/N: Hei!!! Thank you for the request, Fukuzawa is a personal fave of mine for sure and I hope that translates in this fic 🫣 he needs more content out there fr. I am so sorry this took so long, I had a long depressive episode and writers block. BUT WE ARE BACK BAY BEE!

Warnings: abuse of power, harsh blow job, rough sex, overstim, maybe ooc? 18+

Yukichi Fukuzawa was not a man that would often lose his composure, always calm and calculating with the upmost respect for his subordinates; the ideal leader for this kind of organisation.

He was not the type to let emotions get the better of him, but you were certainly testing him. He had never met someone so distracting whilst doing nothing more than be in his presence; and yet, he couldn't get enough. This was bad, you were a subordinate - the fact that you had this much of an effect on him gave him conflicted feelings, even considering firing you over it. No, he couldn't do that, it wasn't justified, the fault lies with him and his own unprofessional fantasies, you shouldn't get punished for it.

He needed to keep his distance, for his own sake. Instead of one-to-one, he’d purposefully arrange group meetings to talk to you, instead of handing you case files, he would get his clerk Haruno to give you them. There were however times where avoiding you was, well for lack of a better word unavoidable. Each time this happened, it had chipped away at his evasion, getting harder and harder to resist the temptation of only admiring you from afar.

"You called for me, sir?" You knocked on his office door nervously, breaking Fukuzawa away from his thoughts. Despite your sudden appearance, the president's face never changes; his stern eyes ghost over you almost apathetically with an air of authority. Memories of why you were brought to the office come flooding back, you were in trouble.

"Sit” was all he said, you obeyed and took the opposite seat from his desk. Although he was a man of few words, he was never like that with anyone lest they had done something wrong; something you recognised and became visibly wary of.

“You made an error with the reports"

"I'm sorry sir I-"

"Stop."

Your lips instantly shut, your entire being shook with embarrassment, like you were some naughty school girl getting a scolding. Subconsciously you bit your lip, admittedly out of nerves, but Fukuzawa noticed, he noticed everything about your demeanour. There was this sick pleasure within him that enjoyed the sight of you trembling. Despite the war of emotions that raged in his mind, he found it increasingly difficult to deny his urges.

"Do you take your job seriously?" He asks, you are taken aback by the question but nodded.

"Yes I do" you spoke bluntly, trying your best to sound professional.

“Perhaps not seriously enough” Fukuzawa went into what errors you made, the consequences of said errors, and he wasn’t holding back on the criticism. Although he is a stern man, his harshness towards you are more of a projection of his own sexual frustrations towards you. Maybe this is an excuse to be rid of you from the Agency, no more you, no more distractions.

Fearing for your job, there was only one thing that you thought to do, though it was risky, it was worth a shot.

“Then I have no choice but to-” Fukuzawa’s words lost him when he saw you unbuttoning your shirt. “What are you doing?”

Realising your mistake, you fumble to do the buttons back up “I’m so sorry sir I-”

“Stop”

Your hands stopped mid buttoning, he took this moment to watch your nervous expression, eyes falling to your cleavage. You swore if you looked hard enough you could see red flush his cheeks. Oh this triggered something nasty within him and after a few seconds of contemplation, Fukuzawa saw this as an opportunity to fulfil his fantasies. You didn’t even beg to stay before jumping straight to undressing and seducing him, could this be something you wanted too? Whatever the reason, it was enough for him to give in.

“You really wish to keep your job here with us…with me?”

“More than anything sir”

“Fine” Fukuzawa leans back in his chair and looks you dead in the eye “Paperwork is exhausting enough, but correcting an incompetent subordinate’s errors is even more tiresome. I will solve this issue… if you do this one thing”

You nod in response, knowing where this is leading to.

“Good, now come here” He pulls his chair out and points to the floor. You do as you’re told, legs buckling as you knelt down in front of him. There wasn't much desk space for you, but you did your best to crouch down and get into position, it became even more cramped as Fukuzawa propped his chair closer to you. The banging of the chair legs against the hard wooden floor rang your ears.

He stills when he comes unbearably close to you, a hand reaches for your cheeks, squeezing them a little and forcing you to look up at him. You can barely see his face until you allowed his hand to lead your face from under the desk, without looking, you could sense how close you were to his crotch, your stomach fluttered when you finally met his unyielding eyes.

"I hope you know I will not be gentle with you, though being a member of the agency, you should already be used to rough work”

All you could do was nod, or at least as much as you could considering his hand still gripping your face.

"Good. I will push you, and if you perform and withstand well enough, consider your mistake forgiven and forgotten. But first… unbutton your shirt completely"

You nod again, letting out a little agreeable hum all the while your doe eyes look up at him. Without facing away, your hands once again undo the buttons of your shirt, slipping it off to reveal a lace bra. The president exhales through his nose with satisfaction and his cock twitches.

"As much as I would enjoy the sight, I cannot have you pass out on me. If necessary, you must tap me three times and I will release you. But that is IF necessary, I will know if you aren't making the effort. Take that as a mercy and a warning, for it's the only one you will get. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir"

"Good, now proceed" he ordered, you obeyed. His gaze turns to your paperwork, acting as if you weren’t under his desk and slipping a shaken hand through his Yakata. Your fingers fumble nervously until you reach his his underwear, noticing the great tent that was his erection. He was larger than you had anticipated, not that you had expected any short than average but… that was ridiculous. You shuddered at the idea of taking his entire length in your mouth, but it was either suck his cock or get fired; and considering your year long infatuation with your boss, you weren't about to pass up on the opportunity. 

Fukuawa's breath hitches when you spring his cock from his boxers, slapping against his tummy as you do so. 8 inches at least, thick too with a prominent vein - it looked like one you would see in a porno. Your eyes widen as you marvel at it, it turned you on as much as it intimidated you. How were you supposed to take it all in? Your throat ached at the thought of it.

Swallowing your nerves, your hands move to grasp it at the base and experimentally tugged at it as you angle it towards your face. You hear a low rumble in your boss' chest, not quite enough for a moan but more a pleasurable acknowledgment. As much as he wishes to look down at you, to savour the sight, he was far too busy, at least until you took him into your mouth.

A gasp leaves his lips as you kiss his tip, licking from the banjo string and over his slit. You held back a smile upon hearing this, gaining the confidence to open your mouth and take the head in and start licking and sucking. Your tongue travels up and down the shaft, making sure to give every inch some well needed attention before taking more of his length into your mouth,but not quite down your throat in fear of gagging. Whatever inches you couldn’t take, you held with your hand, pumping it in hopes that it’s enough to please your boss.

As much as he was lightly moaning and enjoying you toying with his cock, you were being too soft, too gentle on him. No no, that wont do at all. Whilst one hand types away at the computer, his other digs into your scalp, lightly grasping at your hair and encouraging you to take more and more of him in. He wasn't aggressive about it (at least for now), but you took this as a strong hint for you to work for your forgiveness. Hollowing out your cheeks and clenching your fists, you take him gradually down your throat, tongue working the base of his shaft as you bob your head.

Fukuzawa was not one for being vocal, so any little groans, hums and grumbles only egged you on further, each time you pushed him deeper into your throat; it stung as it stretched you but you didn’t care, you were becoming more and more lost in the moment. As time went on, the president struggled to concentrate, your little distraction had made this paperwork ever so hard to edit. Since you had began he had hardly edited any of it, and yet there was so much to be corrected; he cursed you over and over in his mind, subconsciously gripping your head even harder. The way you took him in was intoxicating. He needed more, the darkness in his psyche had taken over, and he finally pushed your head down, fully sheathing himself into you. Your nose pressed harshly against his pubis, you could barely even breath let alone yelping out. He held you there, pushed down and unable to move, you couldn't even lift your head up even 0.1 of an inch, his grip was like a vice and unforgiving. All you could do was remain there, cock buried in your throat and your hands gripping his thighs. The president lets out a harsh yet satisfied sigh, bucking his hips into you as much as he can, feeling your tight throat so impossibly full of him.

It could have been moments, minutes even but he kept you there, your scalp felt sore from the immense grip he had on your hair as he continued to fix your corrections. You felt light headed, the lack of oxygen had sent you dizzy and losing grip on reality, you could have at any moment panicked and slapped his knee to remove yourself from him, however there was something in you that pushed you to persevere. In this frenzy, you had brought a hand down between your legs, under your skirt and circling furiously at your clothed pussy. You felt your wetness even through the fabric, as your fingers brushed against your clit you managed to let out a muffled moan, sending vibrations down your boss’ cock.

This pleased Fukuzawa greatly, not only did you feel godly on his cock, but he was impressed with the way you were holding up. Though this alone didn't completely satisfy his need to completely ruin you. He eventually let go of your head and allowed you to pull away, gasping desperately for air. As Fukuzawa looked down, he saw your fucked out face, it was a picture of pure euphoria. He was about to compliment your efforts until his eyes drifted south, seeing where your hand was.

His hand returns to your face, squeezing your cheeks to remain eye contact with him

“Go on then, finish”

Once more, you couldn’t move your face, his grasp on you made breaking free an impossibility. What made this whole situation worse was that you were caught and could not look away from his steel eyes.

Obeying him, you pushed your panties to the side and managed to press your fingers to your clit, desperately rubbing it. You were well aware that he had already lost patience with you, so your desires to cum were more than to chase your own satisfaction, but for you to quickly escape this incredibly intimate and intimidating stare down.

‘Come on, come on, come on’ you screamed in your mind, your circumstance was both anxiety inducing and stupidly arousing, your view was so hot; this was everything you wanted, his handsome, stoic face watching you as you bring yourself to release. But the moment your mind reminds itself of who you are with, how precarious this whole thing is, made your attempts to cum a struggle. You found yourself in a loop of constantly edging yourself until you managed to push out the logic from your mind and let go.

You were thankful that Fukuzawa was merciful and allowed you the time to finish. You mewed and cried into his hand as your cunt pulsated and twitched against your fingers. Despite your body shaking tremendously, you were still able to keep your eyes on Fukuzawa through each wave of pleasure.

“There’s a good girl” despite his low and husky voice, his eyes looked down at you affectionately, one could even say impressed. After wiping away your tears, Fukuzawa finally lets go of your face. He leans back in his chair and pulling away, he taps his desk. “On your hands and knees, now”

Without question or hesitation you obey, getting into position on his desk, you raise your hips up and your back arches to exaggerate your ass. The president hummed at the sight, stroking your flesh before giving it a wicked smack, and another and then another. Your pussy quivered at the sudden impact, especially when Fukuzawa removed your skirt and underwear; observing your bare cunt sent his mind into a spin. There you were, the object of his dreams in position and read for him.

“Do you still want this?” Your boss asks, circling his digits against your sopping folds. Your walls instinctively tighten as you feel him getting aquatinted with your pussy, its still so sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“I do…please…”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, I need you” You turn to face him, he’s already in position to take you, your entire being trembles at the thought of taking him in completely.

“As you wish”

Before entering, Fukuzawa brushed the tip of his cock at your cunt, stroking along your folds as he lets out a pleasured exhale. You bit your lip in anticipation, for someone so hungry to ravish you, he was taking his sweet time to relish the feeling of your throbbing pussy. A few drawn out moments pass and the president finally inches into you, hissing as he fills you; you felt so warm and so wet for him.

He allowed you to adjust to his size, kissing your back almost in a manner of tenderness and care. Though this did not last long.

With one hand, the president reaches around and uncups your breast from your bra and harshly pinches it, you yelp out in response, followed by a louder shriek as your boss harshly ruts into your cunt at full speed and power.

“You-” Fukuzawa interrupted himself with a sharp groan “ You should really be thanking me for solving this mess for you"

"Y-yes sir, thank you sir" you could just make out as his cock stretched you out so deliciously at an unforgivable pace. After thanking him, he grasped onto your hair and pushed your head down to the desk and bringing your hips up even higher. The new angle was electric, almost painful; his cock abused your cervix, and you loved every minute of it.

This new position almost made him bust then and there, but he pushed on, he needed to force another orgasm out of you before he can have his own. From your breast, he moved his hand south and brushed the pads of his fingers over your extremely sensitive clit earning a chorus of high-pitched moans. Fukuzawa felt your walls tightening to the new sensation, he grunted with satisfaction as he continued to toy with your aching nub.

“Sir p-please I can’t” you cry, attempting to focus on your clenching fists to ground you, but you fear that its too late, too far gone for you to keep coherent thought. The build up in your tummy was hot and intense and the familiar light headedness returned.

“Yes. You. Can” using your hair, he pulls your head up and lean forward so his face comes close to your ear, your back is arched impossibly so and your face covered in sweat and tears. “One more, come on now”

As if on queue, your entire being tightened and released like a spring, a long pained whine left your lips as your walls clamped down onto his cock. The utter bliss you felt as this fingers remained on you, stringing you along through your orgasm.

“Good girl” he whispered before resuming his thrusts into you. He pushed your head back down and increased both pace and strength. If you weren’t only just coming down for your euphoric high, it would have probably hurt like hell. His fingers dug into your flesh, bruises were sure to form from them. The way your pussy was gripping onto his dick like a vice, sucking his dick back in was something he was determined to never forget.

After a few feral moments Fukuzawa lets out long drawn out groan from his chest as he pushed himself into you, balls deep and head kissing your cervix. He filled you to the brim with his seed, you could feel his cock twitch inside you.

Though gritted teeth, Fukuzawa pulled out of you with a hiss and watched his spent leak out of you before pushing it back in with his fingers. He mumbled something under his breath, something about how gorgeous your pussy looked whilst dribbling out his cum, but your consciousness wavered, being too fucked out to think or hear anything.

The president falls back into his chair, motioning you to come sit in his lap, which you somehow managed to do. You lay yourself across his chest as he holds you, one hand playing lazily with your breast as the both of you come down from your highs. Both of your eyes are closed, your breaths almost in sync as you just hold each other in the after glow.

The two of you now had an unspoken mutual understanding that this must be kept a secret, but that you should and will be doing this again.

“Does…does this mean I can stay?” You asked, your tone almost pained at the thought of being let off

“You are needed more than ever. Consider your mistakes forgotten”

“Till the next time?”

Fukuzawa opens an eye to look at you with a smirk before closing it, he lets out a small, amused chuckle.

“Yes but please, no more errors. I will not be so easily swayed to keep you”

“You sure about that?”

The only response you got was a tighter hug and a hum, it was all the answer you needed.

[shinigami88]

Order of the clock tower

With the decay of angels arc slowly reaching its end everyone's expecting order of the clock tower as the upcoming arc.

Order of the clock tower has the potential to be in my opinion one of the best arcs we came across so far even better than the decay of angels arc.

Before anything the only things we know so far about them is their leader , some of the ability wepons they poses , and a little bit on what they are capable of .

First i would like to predict some of the upcoming characters of this organization before talking about the leader Agatha christie in a different post since there's a lot to say about her.

NOW onto some characters predicted to be in the arc :

Now that the leader is agatha christie i expect even more mystery authors to be in the arc : so that leads to the first character im sure would be pretty interesting to be here is

1- Arthur canon doyle : Well known because of his genius detective none other than Sherlock holmss definitely an amazing character to have in bsd , but.. We already have ranpo who is also based on Sherlock and assuming order of the clock tower being a villain Arthur wouldn't be good even if he presents himself as , So that leaves the question who would Arthur be based on? id say Moriarty but ! A mixture of all of his characters as well , First ,Moriarty since we need someone going against ranpo , but then again i would find it interesting for him to not be like Moriarty straight up and as the plot continues we continue to see through Agatha and Arthur's facades and they develop more into the famous villains both of the real authors wrote , while that would leave us with the question what would arthurs ability be ? Id say

Hounds of the Baskerville : Hear me out , its might seem hard but id say its the best ability for him to have, its easy to stick it to the great War , its not an ability to be figured out fast , can be absolutely powerful, because assagiri could give it a hallucination and a real part. Everyone hallucinating a giant Dark hound with red eyes hunting everyone and a mysterious mist turning dogs and other animals horrifying Perfect to annoy dazai and any other character arthur comes across , Id expect him to be based on John watson as well , having some medical knowledge since we could say he worked as a doctor in the great war so to make it short since i can continue even more about him which i will , it would be like this

Detective ( before war and a good character based on Sherlock )

Doctor ( when war broke out , based on watson got his ability got injured wasnt seen after )

Moriarity ( joined clock tower is now a villain yet he still is like Sherlock as well )

If he joined the agency' under cover it would be fantastic , with his perfect deduction skills he'd make ranpo competitive , and he sees a sherlock and kinda watson in yosano and ranpo ?

UP next theres Carroll yes

Lewis Carroll : everyone is expecting him so i thought about it and yes

He would be powerful and i like it

I hope his a Cat ... Almost all the time... But a powerful cat . yes, I want him to be like the Cheshire cat floating in the air and having the wide grin when he finds someone alone, yet his able to talk as cat , and have a mixture of all the powers in alice in the wonder land and his ability would be named Wonderland . yes

Oscar wilde : another awaited charcter i see..

Sorta based on dorian gray , hold one .. Blond hair, rosy cheeks pale skin blue eyes eternally young younger than everyone in the organization(but his older than that) yep fits order of the clock tower perfectly

He'd be a charmer, charming and fooling everyone until later we get to see more of him. He would be one of the most well liked members of the order of the clock tower , a smile bright like the sun. Eyes that are so beautiful for anyone who looks at them. Great taste in fashion. Yet his not fully like dorian since it would make him atleast to me a bit unlikable. Maybe mixture of his works? Or from some quotes i saw from oscar wilde he'd be humble and a bit wise not totally crazy like dorian. Okay so now we have the ability part. Maybe Picture of oscar wilde ? Or just The picture? Second one is nicer id say . with his ability he could make different painting of people and maybe gift it to them as time passes everyone see their crimes on the picture and would go insane . and if he dosent gift it he'd be able to know everyone crimes by looking at their pictures , maybe if he stabs the picture he'd do some damage . and could say if someone is alive or dead by looking at the picture( him and arthur also met )

Mary Shelly : hold on before anything i was a bit confused after storm bringer was ahem spoilers sorry , that Mary actually mary ?

If yes then its great ! Adam again i hope . but not good news this time and she could have even more necromancy powers and im up for it . builds the prophetic arm everyone is predicting fyodor to have yet she dosent know who she made it for and dosent share the incident with the other members. The job she was offered ( the prosthetic arm ) was requested by and unkown person ( sigma, id expect him to wake up know everything about fyodor and is now on fyodors side, its fyodors turn to have amnesia and sigma, welp dazai left him there idk i expect it not even nikolai came so now him and fyodor are a team? ) maybe its too much? But i find it fun

I have another one but ill make another post

ITS

JRR Tolkien : ( ability Lord of the rings ) he'd have all the rings.

I want him to be based on gandalf id be so happy

He'd be wise and a guide. Is like a parent figure to Agatha and Arthur is willing to help the agency but would attack if attacked . the main ring he uses is narya . agatha said they are sending an ability user to burn Yokohama down. Rings a bell? Some characters who have incineration abilities in literature are gandalf and smug . so that ability user was i hope tolkien. On his way to burn Yokohama down.

THANK YOU FOR READING 🌹🌿🌙

[gildeddlily]

we stan adam (paul bby what are you doing)[about to make this a series]

again with this. about to die because of them (chuuya looks so young in every Stormbringer art I'm crying)

(1. We Stan The Flags)

2. We stan Adam (Paul bby what are you doing)

he comes out of nowhere and pull out this (they were about to kill him and he was like "oh wow you're kinda mean I expected a better welcome")

ADAM STOP the first time I read stormbringer I fell in love with him right here. like the first thing he said I already was head over heels for this beautiful robot (people who don't like Adam scares me. he's so precious. the perfect assistant, fighter and comic relief)

chuuya's so hilarious- he's about to become one of the strongest character of the bsd universe and an european guy he doesn't know crash his mafia birthday party and ignores the attacks of some of the strongest people he knows, and then said guy proceeds to say that he's here to protect chuuya and kneels before him? (I'm already hearing chuuya's voice actor. it's a dream but let me indulge myself)

(me talking to my sister cause I'm a dumbass) yes I already said that, the flags' bond and interactions are so familiar it's making me cry. Albatross is the classic dumb cousin or little brother that deep down is smarter than you but incapable of doing basic things, and Lippmann the successful third-grade-cousin everybody hates cause he gave them inferiority complex (Iceman neutral chaotic forever)

Chuuya's the king of emotional constipation, and they love seeing him express his feelings (they've welcome him in their group and dynamic, and truly cherish him and wish the best for him. they're so honest it hurts) (everybody ab this thing hurts) (I just know that at least once they gang up against him and started showering him with compliments and he almost cried and they were flabbergasted)

HELLO WHAT IS THIS Doc is literally so me guys (yk the voice) wish I was Chuuya rn (not really considering what's about to happen) (but still)

yeah cause Chuuya near him is like a cat hissing at a horse. I can understand Adam for holding him like and Amazon pack, not for saying to a teenage boy's face that he was short but for the rest ofc (he has his programs and he knows what to do but not really and it's so cute) (Chuuya after a year still wishing for his so wished growth spurt is sad) (but I just know that he doesn't care about it, at least not really. he could still smash someone's face with his pinky finger)

Yes Adam it was (I wish for our society to be ruled by robots too) (imagine Adam being your prime minister. maybe someone explains to him social clues) (Chuuya's so confused) (random robot guy tells him jokes and that some overpowered guy wants to kill him)

...Paul fuck is this the way to tell someone you're their "brother" ? A little of decency please (Chuuya's about to suffer so much I can't continue) (I will) Adam's scream was a little terrifying the first time I read it, the "That man is Paul Verlaine!" shout made me shiver and still does. Still love them

The sad thing about this first interaction, is that Verlaine is honestly sad "like the sea at night", and honestly wants Chuuya to believe him, he truly thinks of themselves as anything but humans. He doesn't do it out of malice (one of the reason he's still alive down those fucking dungeons I know it) and it all makes hating on him hard. If you're able to hate characters like verlaine I envy you

It is a call for help, and his personal way of saying "Hey, I've never felt understood by anyone cause I'm not human and I don't feel as one, wanna come with me and be two non-humans together?", but it came out a little bit more like "Let's be non-humans together, but anyone who ever tried to tell u you were human should die, so everyone you love rn. Hope you don't hate me, kiss kiss"

here is why I didn't want to read it. he is ready to listen to Verlaine. Chuuya doesn't think of himself as truly human, so he wants to listen to him, but his first thought is about the Flags, and sometimes I wonder what would have happened if the french guy didn't kill his friends. got to thin ab it now

yes, darling, there's a difference between love and control. I'm sorry no one ever explained it to you, you boyfriend didn't have the possibility to. and like always Asagiri's able to portrait questions like this in his stories, cause it's a difference not everyone understand. or that not everyone cares about. Verlaine probably didn't really care, desperate how he was about having someone to understand him

this makes me hate every panel where Chuuya uses Corruption (hate on Mori, don't hate on Dazai he was the only one to ever give him a choice. well, it was at least a choice from Dazai's point of view. he was like "do what you want, I don't really care if the Mafia fall! just follow your heart<3" but ofc Chuuya would have never let dazai and the Mafia fall. as if. it's still sweet. now cry with me)

He should leave himself suffer and feel. he's not going to. he should. able to dream or not, he will have from hallucinations when drunk or high or whatever situation he's in and see their mauled bodies. he will always remember the room he spent beautiful moments with his family in as covered with the blood of said family.

this is basically self harm bby, stop it. he wants someone to confirm the truth, and is so horrible to himself to ask this to an android (what's thaaaaaaaat) who is unable to say something like "It wasn't your fault, he was to one to kill them. he's more powerful than you, you and your friends couldn't have done anything. he wanted you to give up on your life for someone you met from not even ten minutes. he had already killed them", the truth. he can only analyze the situation without any emotions.

little thing from the first scene at the bar, albatross making period jokes to his bro (he's about to die in his "bro" arms. he's about to gift him his bike as his last words. but he made a period joke)

(first chapter done and I'm done with myself) (and this light novel) (it's everything but light)

[cios-correct-opinions]

@starrynightarchive

big ol tl;dr for anyone looking:

if ppl "not appreciating" female characters by creating content for them bc they don't want to bothers you that much? there's only one thing you can and should do:

MAKE YOUR OWN CONTENT OR APPRECIATION POSTS OR WHATEVER IT IS YOU THINK PEOPLE SHOULD DO INSTEAD AND STOP DEMANDING PEOPLE CHANGE THEIRS. IF YOUR FANDOM SPACE IS LACKING IN CONTENT YOU WANNA SEE? MAKE IT. DO IT. NOTHING'S STOPPING YOU EXCEPT YOURSELF.

but if you don't wanna do that and you don't wanna pay someone to, then stop complaining.

(note re: the discourse thing/me wanting to "start discourse": i only reblogged onto my "discourse" sideblog bc i didn't want this on my main blog. not bc i think it's automatically discourse. political stuff just goes over here now so i can keep the things more separated for my own sake)

op of the post blocked me but im genuinely baffled at this response

because how in the fuck did you gather ANY of that from me saying this

brother all i did was define what the word means. like i am so baffled as to how you decided that i was implying op was transphobic or some shit bc i absolutely was not!

nor was i trying to start discourse. i was literally just saying that, in my experience in the circles i'm in and the people i've seen, doing both is possible and they often do both. i'm not a huge fan of cis genderbends myself in any direction because if i'm gonna genderbend they're gonna be trans given that i am also trans

and then theres this that i said

which everyone seems to have completely ignored. bc that's the crux of this. it's not that they dislike the canon women it's that they want to take their blorbos they love the most and girl them because that's how fandom works. it's about self indulgence. fandom is supposed to be you doing what you love the most, and engaging with the characters you love the most, bc it's about fun

why are yall trying to force people to post abt characters they may not care for for a number of reasons? bc thats what this feels like. it feels like you want ppl to talk abt, post abt, write abt, draw abt, etc, characters they are not super passionate for, simply bc you believe they should, bc you think what they do in fandom is some kind of formula for their like, actual real world beliefs

i genuinely cannot stress enough to you guys that most peoples actions in fandom are almost entirely divorced from any political meaning. or at least, they were, until people started acting like that was a sin actually and that if you liked this character or if you liked too many male characters and not enough female ones that means youre secretly a misogynist who just hates women so much because you don't post about them all the time

most of my fandom blorboposting ends up being about a handful of any random assortment of characters because that's who my brain latches on to, but that doesn't say shit about my feelings about any other character. specifically in bsd, i mostly post and talk about literally two of the characters WAY more than the others bc they are my favorites. this includes ALL the other characters, just about. most of my fanworks are for them and will continue to be for them because they are my OTP and my top two in this series.

why is this important?

because someone genderbending a male character or multiple of them in order to see a CHARACTER THEY ALREADY THINK ABOUT 24/7 AND LIKE A LOT AND HAVE A DEEP ATTACHMENT TO, as a woman, does not mean they don't love and appreciate the canon women. holy shit. that's what i was criticizing in the original post.

also like. most of the ppl doing the genderbending i see are either women or like, somehow woman-aligned, or wlw/attracted to women in some way, etc. and most of them are making these genderbends bc theyre attracted to the canon character. it's self-indulgence it's ALMOST ALWAYS self-indulgence guys it's FANDOM that's what it's FOR you CANNOT FORCE SOMEONE TO CARE ABOUT A CHARACTER FOR ANY REASON AND STILL MAKE AN ETHICAL ARGUMENT OUT OF IT JFC

it wasn't meant to be discourse on my end either. i was trying to offer an alternate reason or perspective of approaching what op seemed to think was an issue given the wording of the post, by offering my personal experience. i also never said op was wrong, by the way, my expression of disbelief was also put alongside me going "maybe it's just the people i follow" because i tend to follow people who, when they do genderbends, are also avid fans of the canon women too, they just like the men they're genderbending more. hence why they're doing that.

this expectation within fandom that people must create content of female characters - or ANY characters - lest they be accused of despising them or not appreciating them is going to be the death of fandom and i'm so fucking serious. you CANNOT insist people spend their time making shit for FREE that they aren't 100% jazzed and excited about in FANDOM SPACES and then get mad when they don't do that and expect fandom to be something that continues for generations as it has in the past

and for the record seeing as how op reblogged with this which. where do i even start lmao. ik they've written me off as a woman-hating misogynist so i'm not expecting good faith arguments in response from them but, c'est la vie

[june16th2018]

things i deeply hate in bungou stray dogs (and its fandom)

tw opinions

(disclaimer: bsd is one of my fav manga ever)

1 • those short ass chapters

like what do you mean i've been waiting for a whole month only to get a 12 seconds reading (jk ofc i respect asagiri's work but that's immensely frustrating)

2 • sigzai, kunikizai, fyoya and every nonskk ship being compared to the actual skk

i KNOW every ship is valid but you cannot compare your goofy pairings to a relationship as complex as dazai and chuuya's

you cannot

also if i see one more zigzag shipper saying that dazai kissed sigma bc he's in love with him i'm going to lose my mind, i don't think yall realize how ridiculous you sound

(and don't come at me skk isn't even my fav ship 💀)

3 • talking abt skk, the dumb shippers

sigzai shippers may be ridiculous asl but skk shippers are freaking dumb (hopefully i'm one of the smart ones 👩🏻‍🦯)

no chuuya wasn't devastated when dazai left, he celebrated with wine and it's canon

yall are drooling over the fact skk has the potential to be an enemies to lovers then ruin the "enemies" part, like cmon the whole point of their ship is to be a love hate relationship 💀

4 • dazai wannabes

"me, a dazai kinnie 🤓" bffr

5 • the fandom bringing up bsd in something about some author who happens to be the reference of a character in bungou stray dogs (when it has specifically nothing to do with bsd)

as a literature lover please stfu i would break my dead ass skull if i was one of those poor authors

6 • "rarepairs (or even popular pairings atp) are valid 🥺" and it's almost only gay ships

i just know yall would have been drooling over margaret and nathaniel's relationship if they were wlw or mlm

7 • goofy headcanons

like wdym you can change a character's whole gender and pronouns just bc it's a hc, and wdym you can change a character's AGE just bc it's a hc???

like if it's canon don't change it idk, i would set my country on fire if i was an author witnessing my fandom changing canon facts about a character i created as if it was their own 😍

just create your own oc atp 💀💀

8 • "us bsd fans are so gay and mentally ill 😝😝"

add cringe to the list

9 • the way the manga is running away from the original aesthetic

again i don't mind it that much, but i rmb when i first watched bsd the vintage/dark academia aesthetic was what made me really into it, before things got as interesting as now

10 • the anime adaptation

obviously, who doesn't

(and before anyone comes at me and calls me homophobic or transphobic i just wanted to say that i'm bi and i used to think i was a trans boy (turned out i'm not but still 🥺🥺))

in conclusion?🤓?? the bsd fandom is like a sort of mha fandom 2.0