#odasaku man

[moroniccats]

OK THIS IS SO HYPERSPECIFIC BUT LISTEN:

I NEED A CLIP OF THE BSD WAN DUB

THE PRESCHOOL EPISODE

WHERE DAZAI’S LIKE “I love Odasaku man!”

And baby Atsushi goes “THAT’S KIND OF WEIRD 😄😄😄😄😄😄”

I QUOTE THAT ALL THE TIME I NEED A CLIP OF IT

But I can’t find oneeeeeeee

[saltedbiscuiit]

The sleepy boss

[i-eat-mold]

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

[booksandpaperss]

im pretty sure dazai has only ever cried two times in the manga one was Oda's death and the other was when Chuuya made him laugh to tears over his rich girl impression. that speaks VOLUMES to me

[ssaraexposs]

Being Dazai's favorite subordinate

Expectations:

Reality:

[soukokumychildren]

…. That's the only response Dazai had given all day to everyone, other than Chuuya, who he'd give shakes of his head or curt nods to response of certain questions. Dazai seemed to ignore everyone else prior, which was practically unheard of (other than times he's being a jerk). "What's going on with him?" Atsushi asks, sidling up next to Chuuya, whose wings spike at the boy's presence, but he forces them down. "Oh…Dazai?" He glances over at his brunette, taking a moment to decide whether to answer truthfully, or keep his husband's grieving a secret. The armed Detective Agency should know as much as he's not in a normal state of being, it was obviously written over his features (to Chuuya. Only Chuuya. He wore his poker face so well that the only thing was off was that he wasn't talking to anyone). And he couldn't gauge why nobody went up to him to offer him condolences. He looked awful. The slight, tense crease of every muscle in his body. How his eyes had a glossy sheen to them. How his breaths were quieter, and slower than average. These people can't be great detectives if they can't pick up that much.

"He's grieving," Chuuya responds, albeit hesitantly, to the other. He was unsure whether to say more than that. "What? He can grieve?" Chuuya shoots Atsushi a dark, warning look. The weretiger casts his gaze downwards. "S-sorry. Sorry." "An old friend," The redhead continues, his wings tucked so tightly to his body to the point they were trying to merge into his back. "It's his birthday today. But he's….not here, to celebrate it."

He hoped Atsushi got the hint; not here as in deceased, but he'll let the weretiger fend the real answer for himself as he went back to his husband's side. The avian couldn't help but notice the portrait of his deceased friend propped up on Dazai's desk, the glass gleaming with a reflection from the light above. "Do you want to visit him?" Chuuya asks deliberately, stacking some papers to sort for later, and to separately hand out to all the other staff once they were finished with the current case hovering over the Agency. Work could wait. Dazai, could not.

The man merely nods, and Chuuya takes his hand, guiding him out of his seat, circling around Dazai's desk chair and guiding him toward the door. He doesn't receive restraint, and not much compliance either, simply a husk wishing to stand in place. Chuuya didn't mind dragging him around. He chuckles internally at the thought of carrying Dazai like a princess, but both don't enjoy the feeling much unless its vice versa, unless in dire situations. It's only amusing because of the height claus, and how the brunette would whine all the time afterward. Reeling in his wings, the avian drags his other half down the stairs, trudging through the bustling, noisy city, full to the sound of cars, people, honks, pets, and various others until they reach the train station. Clambering on once tickets were bought and having done waited for the arrival of said train, bording was successful. They sat in silence in a respective seat, mirroring another seat in front, but since they'd bought a seperate cart on this rather expensive train ride, they had nobody to occupy them.

At last, Chuuya speaks again. "Are you okay?" Dazai fidgets his no. Chuuya takes it as an answer. They wait for fifteen minutes, the train taking a screeching halt once arriving at their destination, a little westward out of town. Chuuya takes Dazai's hands, uncaring for the looks they receive as they walk towards their true last stop. Another five minutes later, they arrive at a graveyard, partially hanging over the cliff.

"Do you need me?" Dazai nods. Together, they triverse through the dense, coarse land, void of souls unless you count the dead six feet under. They find his grave. Both sit down, Dazai almost staggering a little. Both care little for dirtying expensive clothing.

Dazai leans gingerly on Chuuya. Chuuya lets him.

His husband begins to quietly sob. Chuuya looks back at the name, almost reminiscing the time of the four of them in the bar.

Oda Sanosuke.

[etrevil]

Dazai is the type of man who'd have Chuuya holding him up by his collar and shamelessly say “I do love chibis who can beat me up” and then proceed to get released, ew-ed at by Chuuya who is embarrassed for him, then trail after said pm executive because he’s trying to steal his wallet.

C’mon, he meow-ed at a man once. Let Kunikida repeatedly throttle him around. Agreed to get stabbed to be saved Snow White-style.

He so would 😭

[yandere-romanticaa]

When I tell you that this man would do absolutely anything for you, I mean every. single. word.

Odasaku does not really consider himself as a particularly romantic person which he can't help but to feel a little sad about sometimes. He can come off as too deadpan or maybe even a little unserious when he is joking around with you but there is nothing on this Earth that could help him describe the way he feels about you, there is no word in any language which could be used for the sheer strength and passion he feels when he simply thinks about you.

One of his main love languages is definitely acts of service - the man will walk behind you, trailing like a lost puppy as he carries all of your bags without a care in the world. He also payed for absolutely everything as well, you are physically not allowed to take out you wallet in front of him. If you do, he'll tickle you. Yes, I am serious. And if you aren't ticklish he will find some other way to playfully torture you in public. What, you thought he has shame? None, that word doesn't exist in his vocabulary, especially when it comes to you.

He loves taking you out on dates whenever he can, even if they are quite simple but that's what the both of you like. Coffee dates, shopping dates, maybe even some cute reading dates in which you pester him in sharing the details of his novel with you to which he begrudgingly agrees. He can't say no to you, it's simply beyond him.

His services can of course extend to the darker side as well.

Oda knows his stuff, he's strong and his ability is a great bonus as well. If he ever feels the need to pull some strings or something even more diabolical he isn't going to stop.

It's all for you. He will do everything he can to keep you safe.

Even if he hasn't necessarily spilled blood on his own volition he has ways to dispose of potential threats.

If it gets too rough he can always ask Dazai for a favor to which the young man will gladly agree.

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[starlightshadowsworld]

It's a shame Oda died because that man would've fist fought the Headmaster behind the Agency and I would pay to witness that.

Dazai's in the back giving Atsushi advice while taking bets. Kyouka's just like if you get tired tag me in.

And Atsushi's just emotional everyone's cares this much about him.

[noxneedstherapy]

why is being a father the most lethal job in bsd

[doalkaynaksuyu]

des vivants, des cadavres et tout ce qu'il y a entre les deux

[ninkaku]

someone needs to put me out of my misery ….

[koiblossom5]

oda: okay, truth or dare ango: truth oda: how many hours have you slept this week? ango: ango: dare oda: go to bed. ango: i don’t like this game

[curry-and-gunpowder]

Gakuen Odazai stole my brain

[fray-bird]

”The side that saves people”

[hannigramislife]

Shoutout to my favorite BSD character!!

Beast Odasaku, who was three seconds away from achieving my dream of shooting Dazai dead, while maximizing his pain by both method of death and location, on the grounds of "You're a dick to Akutagawa, so you're dead to me."

Honestly never felt so seen. Heard. Represented.

Thank you, Odasaku, for being on the right side of history ❤️