#osamu you win

[haikyuu-moments]

inarizaki boys playing with water guns and water balloons is like a reminder that even the most intense athletes can have a playful side.

ofc even if he's playing around suna is suna. his deadpan expression while firing a water gun is pure gold.

i believe this 100% that osamu's got a natural aim that could rival any sharpshooter.

no thoughts in mind atsumu'd be spraying water everywhere in a frenzy of excitement. his water gun battles would be as chaotic as him.

and my dearest kita-san does not look like it but would probably be competitive during the water balloon fight, which is both adorable and hilarious.

[mishiami]

kitsune dazai and the funny little okami he picked up off the street

[lesbianashleywilliams]

SOUKOKU REUNITED IN "TWILIGHT GOODBYE"

BONUS:

[matchacatte]

birthday boy and his biggest fan

needed smth silly to counter the current manga

[etrevil]

Skk soulmatism to a new level. First phase was learning Asagiri considers them one soul in two bodies, second phase is Adam calling them something akin to perfection, fourth was realizing Chuuya is the only one who can possibly understand Dazai's plans, fourth phase is finding out CHUUYA WAS DESIGNED FOR DAZAI.

“You and I are destined to-” stay connected ever since our start as entangled design concepts, that's what it is folks ✌️

[starrynightarchive]

found this guy roaming around posing in front of bsd artists' blogs, saying you gave him permission for some dtiys. i thought he looked sus. should i blend him for you?

if you want to look at just this stupid fucker, here's him under the cut:

@lotus-pear

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

My hot take is that when Dazai eventually does break down and shows emotion, it won’t be tears, it’ll be rage. Look at his face when he and Fyodor are going back and forth in the prison, he’s pissed. He’s been separated from the ADA this whole arc, his plans keep failing, his partner has lost all autonomy and been turned into a mindless vampire, and now he’s been separated from the one person he promised he’d get out alive. For the past four years he’s been trying to be a better person and it seems like every time he makes a little bit of progress he loses something or his past gets thrown back in his face. I’d be pissed too

[win-writes]

helloo!! Can I request prompt 3, fluff with Dazai? take care and keep hydrated!

୭ ˚ 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 3: “𝘕𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳”

༶ pairing; dazai x reader

༶ contains; fluff, cuddles, kisses, clingy dazai

༶ a/n; stay hydrated as well sweetie!! tysm for requesting, hope you like it<3

A soft pair of lips places what seemed to be the hundredth kiss on your cheek, finally waking you up. You open your eyelids, only to be met with his brown orbs staring ever so lovingly into your eyes. You give him a soft smile, too lazy to bother talking for now.

"Good morning belladonna" he whispers, kissing your nose playfully. You lean closer and bury your face into his chest, looking for the kind of warmth only your lover's body can provide you. Dazai chuckles at your adorable reaction "Someone's remarkably clingy today" he pulls you closer to his form, gently caressing your back.

"What time is it?" you murmur as you let a yawn escape your lips. "Don't worry about it love, we still got time" he replies and you just know he didn't even check the time, "Osamu" your boyfriend doesn't fail to notice the change in your tone, "Come on now baby, relax" he kisses the top of your head, trying his best to convince you to stay in bed with him.

You turn around, stretching your hand to grab on your phone, sitting on the nightstand behind you, while Dazai's hands never loose their grip on your waist. Your eyes widen upon seeing the numbers 7:30 on full display in your lockscreen, "Osamu we're gonna be late!" you shout at the brunette, who's clearly unbothered that he's running late for work yet another time, "Hmm no fair, i was patiently waiting for you to wake up and instead of rewarding me with morning cuddles, you're abandoning me for work?" he complains in a melodramatic tone, placing a kiss at the nape of your neck. Despite his tempting offers to keep you in bed, you attempt to break free from Dazai's strong arms, without accomplishing much, "Baby i'm really not looking to get fired today"

"No, don't leave yet, let's stay like this for a little longer"

You hear your boyfriends dramatic whines as he pulls you closer to his warm body, with his face buried into your neck. It's been a while since you've seen Dazai being so clingy and desperately seeking for your affections and the fact that your busy schedules didn't allow you to have moments like this lately, made it even harder for you to resist his loving touch.

"I guess.." you finally break the silence while turning back around to face your lover "I could call in sick for today" Dazai's eyes lighten up like a kid who was just granted his favorite toy, "Oh no!" he sarcastically declares before pressing his lips against yours, pecking them gently "I guess I have to stay and nurse you then, hmm?"

[lotus-pear]

Any thoughts on BSD winning anime of the year?

good for us ig but compared to jjk s2 and aot finale i'm literally shocked and quite frankly feel it was undeserved. mappa worked their ass off this entire year w csm and jjk s2 not to mention the last two episodes of aot and either of those deserved the number one spot over bsd 100%.................this has nothing to do with my personal vendetta against studio bones btw i just feel like mappa solos in every way w their animation and art style and esp their anime adaptations (more than i can say abt bones)

[heartless-curr]

headcanon that the port mafia is one of the least transphobic (and by extension, homophobic) workplaces to ever exist simply because dazai being trans was basically an open secret due to him transitioning whilst in the mafia

someone wants to say something transphobic? dude that's the demon prodigy dude shut up you're going to get us all killed.

dazai himself doesn't care too much about about being misgendered or having transphobic comments directed towards him — if it wasn't for chuuya, oda, and ango he probably wouldn't have cared enough to transition in the first place — if it wasn't for oda's immediate support at dazai briefly humming that he may just be a man instead of a tomboy and ango taking him out to buy a suit that would hide his chest better and for the temptation of being able to tease chuuya over being better at being a man than his dog despite not even being born one. however, most of the port mafia doesn't realize how little dazai cares about it — especially considering how much the people surrounding dazai care about it.

someone makes a comment about the demon prodigy and his Weird medication around chuuya not realizing he was nearby (or that he'd care that much — doesn't he talk about hating him????) and they wake up a couple of months later after a near death experience where most of the bones in their body were crushed.

on a mission a PM grunt whispers a weird comment about dazai pretending to be something he isn't thinking that they couldn't be heard — only for akutagawa to slit their throat a second later and be subjected to dazai's punishment for killing one of their own without "reason".

someone tries to start speculating on why mori's letting dazai "destroy her body with that medication" and a second later finds gin with a knife to their throat.

hell they weren't even safe around a mere errand boy — as one time when someone started a conversation about how the demon prodigy was a demon for more than one reason the man who was simply there to dispose of some duds somehow managed to knock everyone out in seconds.

nobody wants to suffer the wrath of the demon prodigy or the people surrounding him — so the port mafia learns to adjust and stop giving a shit about these sorts of topics.

and when a couple of years later speculation of chuuya nakahara's sexuality starts because of the way he talks about osamu dazai despite him being a traitor — well, the lower port mafia grunts decide very quickly after seeing what kouyou will do to those that mention it that perhaps they should drop that topic

[anggltz]

HIIIIII me and my friends all picked 8 characters to compete for this tournament. the tournament doesn’t really have a theme it’s just whos best basically. THIS bracket is between Levi Ackerman from Attack On Titan ANDDDD William Moriarty from Moriarty The Patriot

[pepper-steam-milkshake]

well, the great news is that the art is in fact arting

[kuroowo]

Continuation of this Vampire!Osamu AU

Contrary to popular belief within the vampire community (and the supernatural and the ‘normal’ and essentially all spaces the twins occupy), despite the differences in the presentation of themselves, the Miya Twins™️ are classified as identical twins for a reason. Identical in their faces, their physiques, their hunger, their drive, their determination, their playfulness, and most of all, their tastes. The difference comes in play when it’s down to the details of the matter. Atsumu and Osamu loves volleyball, but Atsumu craves it more. Atsumu and Osamu loves food, but Osamu appreciates it more. (Nearly) Same differences, but equal ground of their own spaces to carve their selected passion into. So it only makes sense that if Osamu is to be driven to near heaven with every mouthful of your blood, then theoretically, so will Atsumu.

That makes up a quarter of the reasoning in the bleach blond’s head when he catches the ferality blazing in Osamu’s bright red eyes, hunger almost akin to a wild beast even as his twin takes another audible gulp of your blood. Osamu, who is ‘technically’ the more composed one of the two. Osamu, the first one of the two to get ahold of his wits and common sense when they were first new to the concept of control. Osamu, who damn near snarls when he catches sight of Atsumu’s golden brown swirling with edges of maroon. As if he was young and uncontrollable again. As if he was starved and not in his right mind again. And maybe he wasn’t. And maybe, definitely, the main reason why Atsumu wants a taste of you too if it’s managed to reduce Osamu to this. Especially when the saccharine scent of your rich lifeblood permeates his every sense, driving him nearly as haywire as his brother looks.

Saliva fills Atsumu’s mouth, his vision tunnelling to the skin broken on your tender neck, and he feels the entirety of his fangs sharpening against his own will. He can’t say this is the first time he’s experienced this. After all, he’s lived for quite awhile now. But it’s definitely a first in a long, long time. Where the entire room closes in on him with air as heavy as it is heady. Is he breathing? Can he even breathe? He doesn’t even need to breathe, what the hell is he talking about? And yet, the blond’s chest heaves as if he’s desperate to because what else is he supposed to do other than drown in the smell of your blood? Ambrosian and inviting and—

Oh. That’s right.

“Fuck off, ‘Tsumu.”, and Osamu growls. Growls. Like an actual animal staking its claim. Frantic and selfish in his self-entitled rights to keep you all to himself. But the Miya twins are the Miya twins and they are identical twins for a reason. Just as one is headstrong-stubborn, so is the other.

“I don’t think I will, ‘Samu.”

[etrevil]

THE GAYS ARE DANCING LESGOOOO

[yuquinzel]

atsumu who goes above and beyond to impress you, his crush and classmate of four years, in all definitions of “impress.”

honestly how the fuck isn't it obvious to you by now, he might as well be walking around with “i like y/n” tattooed on his forehead.

you mention you like guys that can cook once and holy fuck atsumu who still doesn't know how to use the microwave without quite literally burning the food, who's never chopped onions before without ending up with enough cuts to bandage his whole hand— that atsumu practices for weeks and stays up till 2 am to prepare for the lunch he'll make for himself, because osamu said said no and then because you bring homemade lunch to stay and eat in class with your friends— he'll casually just plop down on the seat next to you, his friends will then very obviously willingly talk loudly about his lunch and he'll just throw in a, “yeah, made it maself, 'm a solid chef, who do ya think taught 'samu?”

okay if that didn't get your attention, no worries, what are his friends there for?

if atsumu gets lucky in a day and catches you chatting away with your friends in the hallway, then he instructs his friends to walk past you, hover in the corner, just within your earshot— “'kay, so when we pass her by, ya gotta speak ma name real loud, loud enough so she can hear it, but don't annoy her”

and so for the time you stand there, trying to hold a conversation with your friends, all your mind can really focus on is the, “atsumu was so fucking good in practice today, if we're gonna win, then it'll be all him”

and then you hear the subject of the conversation speak, “nah, we're a team, every time we win, it's all thanks ta you guys,” because you also mentioned you like modest, humble guys.

god forbid the days you're absent in class.

atsumu who's sulking all day, doesn't know what the fuck is going on in classes, he's half in and half not in every conversation, even his passes are sloppy and weak. to the point osamu and suna are concerned, well, in their own ways, “are ya constipated or something, yer missin’ your spikes and yer passes as clumsy,” osamu says off-handedly.

“i heard y/n didn't come today, i think her friends said she's sick.” suna chips in, and atsumu shrinks in his spot like a grumpy cat.

“i already know that, wouldn't have come today if i knew she wasn't comin’.”

“you'd miss practice then.”

“don't care, don't talk to me, don't wanna do anything, what's the point.”

“down fucking bad,” suna muses, and atsumu glares at him.

atsumu's day is ruined and his disappointment is immeasurable. why did you get sick? how could you get sick? now he's worried and half of himself and his passes are shit and god, he wants to see you. he feels like he could die.

then when you finally show up the next day after what felt like eternity to atsumu, you find on your desk a pile of snacks with a little note— banana milk, everyone knows it's your favourite, the bar of chocolate they only sell down the convenience store near the school, the glazed donuts that you're always eating in class, and a lot of bubblegums that only one person in class knows you like— atsumu's handwriting is rushed and barely comprehensive but you know it by heart because he doesn't know you saw him slip the note you found in your locker this morning, and countless other mornings—

“i hope you smile because of this”

atsumu as a secret admirer is... not so secret because he's still unaware that you see him every morning, and let him giggle to himself as he slips the notes and the strips of bubblegums in your locker— you don't even like that flavor.

but he gave them, so you think they might just be your favourite.

then again, maybe atsumu doesn't want to be a secret admirer.

atsumu has a crush on you and you know that— he's very obvious. but he's also very dense and doesn't realise that everyone besides him can see you like him too. he doesn't know the only reason you bring homemade lunch is because he had started to eat lunch in class with his friends. you stand in the hallways with your friends pretending to talk so that when atsumu's walking past you, his friends will practically yell his name and you'll see him blushing shyly. he still doesn't know you come to his every match, cheering for him and scream with joy at every one of his scores.

atsumu makes it obvious he has a crush on you but is stupidly dense that you reciprocate all the same :'))))

© yuquinzel 2024 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

POSTING BECAUSE WHY TF NOT HUH HUHHHHHHHHH

@kyoghurts hi bbg

[win-writes]

Happy Valentine’s Day! The chocolate themes for the prompts are really cute. I love the connection!

Can I request Dazai (if you get a lot of Dazai requests, I’ll request Nikolai instead) with milk chocolate 6 and 10?

Once again, Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope it was great for you!

୭ ˚ 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 6: “𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” ୭ ˚ 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 10: “𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯δ 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪’𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭”

༶ pairing; dazai x reader

༶ contains; angst, toxic!dazai, fighting, no comfort

༶ word count; 1.1k

༶ a/n; tysm sweetheart, i'm really glad you liked the event<3 hope you'll enjoy this as well<3

At first, there was screaming.

So many emotions filling your soul, so little space in your heart to contain them all. Therefore, you let it out with your words. Words that hit his own soul like knives. Words that poison his heart like venom. Words you kept inside for so long, not wanting to put more burden in his life that he already carries every day.

The day he walked out of your life, was the day you felt your heart stop for the first time. And with him, he took everything that made your days brighter. But you didn't give up. You kept fighting each day for your own sake. Picking up the pieces he so easily smashed your heart into. And you did it. You finally managed to find the light he stole from you. You finally found yourself sleeping peacefully without waking up to a soaked from your tears pillow. You found the sun after countless of days spent inside the storm he cursed you with.

So why is he here now? Why is he standing inside your once shared apartment again? What else could he possibly take away from you? Why is he speaking of love and asking for forgiveness when he's the one who made crystal clear that he fell out of love for you and left you at your lowest?

"Don't you dare spit that word in front of me again!" you're wild with rage, not a care in the world if your neighbors can hear you. Dazai's face lacks expression, as if he knew that would be your exact reaction. And he did "Why? Does it scare you?" he takes one step closer to you "Does it scare you knowing you're the only person that made me feel something?"

"Feel something?" you laugh sarcastically "Did you also feel something when you left me here to rot?" his lips are pressed in a thin line "I did what was best for you" you turn your back at him, hopelessly trying to erase him from your vision "Of course you did" your tone is low but cold "The great Dazai who knows everything!"

He's about to approach you before you turn to face him again "I never asked you to make decisions for me! Yet you didn't even bother yourself to ask me what i needed" your face hardens. Dazai's sad eyes observe your face carefully. Your expression is almost unrecognizable to him. You've never looked in his eyes with so much darkness.

"And now what? Suddenly it's okay for us to be together? Are your predictions telling you that now the best thing for me is to take you back and pretend nothing ever happened?" you raise your hands out of frustration, unable to contain your rage anymore. "Maybe if you listen to me, you'll understand" he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you closer to him, but you snatch away your hand and take a few steps back.

"Alright then" you take a deep breath to collect yourself "I'm all ears" you cross your hands under your chest. Dazai huffs "I know what I said that day and I know how much I hurt you" his eyes fall to your feet, almost ashamed to look directly at you "I know you deserve better, I always did. So I thought that if I leave you and you moved on, things would be right" your face softens at his words.

You know how lowly he thinks of himself. You spend so many nights trying to talk him out of it. To make him see himself the way you do. To convince him that he's so much more than the horrible things he did in the past that still haunt him.

"But my feelings for you never changed" he finally raises his gaze from the ground "Call me selfish, but I couldn't bring my heart to let you go" and with his final words, you snap "So you came back now that I finally picked myself up from the bottom you dropped me?" a frown flashed across your face "Do you think I want to live with the fear I'll have to go through this again the next time you decide to leave?"

"Do you think I wanted to love you?"

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops "Do you think it was easy for me? To let go of the only person that took me in despite my past?" you feel tears pool your eyes "No, don't turn this on you, you're not the victim here" your voice cracks. You bit your lip, desperately trying to hold back your tears of frustration "I'm not one of those criminals you play mind games with! Don't try to make me feel sorry for you when you're the one who destroyed what he had!"

Dazai slowly takes steps your way "I'm simply trying to fix the mess I caused" you walk backwards, but your back hits the wall. Cornered with nowhere else to go, Dazai takes the chance and places his hands against the wall with you in the middle. He smirks, staring at you like a predator stares at its prey "We both know that deep down, you love that I came back running to you" another wave of anger hits you violently and forces you to push him away "Drop the act, you can't fool me. I told you, you can't play your mind games with me" your reaction turns his cocky expression to a shocked one "Tell me why the hell are you here"

"I miss us, don't you get it? Every day I spend without you feels like i'm in hell"

And now silence.

Both of you just stand there looking at each other. His face is full of all kinds of emotions. Agony, rage, sadness. All mixed together perfectly. As for yours?

Empty.

On the outside, one would assume that maybe you didn't hear him. Or maybe you simply didn't care of what he just said. But on the inside, you were relieved. You can't really explain why, but the fact that you managed to bring the Dazai in such state, relaxes your soul. Like that was the missing piece in the puzzle you tried to put together all this time away from him.

"You should have thought of this earlier" your tone is soft. You walk right pass him towards the door with his eyes glued on you "I think it's time you leave. For good" you open the door, waiting for his last words before finally closing this chapter in your life.

But he doesn't say a thing. He gives you a forced smile and simply walks out of your house for the last time. You close the door and let your body fall against it. A few tears you've been holding back roll down your face at last. Tears of sadness? Happiness? You can't tell. And you don't care to find out. All that matters now is that you're finally ready to move on.

Finally, you're free.