#referenced bsd spoilers

[dazaiosamusbandages]

wait guys let me cook i just had the best au idea imagine. imagine a skk centric onibi series au.

dazai is perfect for akari because if i remember correctly, she has a gift that makes people commit suicide (if i remember correctly) then mori can be ryou because everyone hates both of them. i have other reason as well, but ill leave that for people to guess

and then chuuya would be mai because funny gay cannibalism i love cannibalistic gays, also it’s amusing to me bc of vampire chuuya. also chuuya could be interpreted to have a curse in cannon if that’s what you consider his ability, and dazai is the only one to be able to cancel it out (so in a sense i think it’s interesting for in an onibi au that dazai is the one who gave him the curse and also is the one who can negate it)

also guys imagine fyodor as shikyou the amanojaku. i mean, come on. he was trying to get chuuya to cheat on dazai with him, the shikyou is atheist who basically thinks she’s god—compare that to the most recent chapters of bsd, it makes sense imo

kouyou could be emi because in my eyes kouyou is chuuya’s enabler for many things, and chuuya having a positive relationship with kouyou is very important to me. also it’s funny to imagine that skk meeting would cause a theoretical calamity, which fyodor would be attempting to stop by killing chuuya (because that’s his claimed goal for much of the bsd plot, aside from whatever bs he’s pulled in latest chapters)

atm i’m struggling to remember all of the onibi characters because i know that ryou has an insane sister and then a kid obsessed with slaughtering animals but i forget what relevance that has to the onibi plot

and then for the evil stuff, imagine dazai watching chuuya be beheaded by fyodor. chuuya, the only person who truly mattered to him. and the only thing he can do is watch. and then chuuya, in his final moments, existing within a dream where he and dazai were married and happy, and could live normally. all of this stripped away from them because of an evil fate, and fyodor’s desire to preserve that unfortunate future.

anyway, i can’t write fanfic so this will forever be an idea that just exists in my head

[musamora]

𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 「𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯」 ೀ⋆｡˚

content. f!reader. discussions of separation/divorce, friends to lovers, (name) is a fallen angel, sexual harassment, insecurities, discussions of mental health, spoilers for hazbin hotel season finale, implied/referenced not-safe for work. not proofread. 3.3k+ words.

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synopsis. two fallen ones, cut from the same cloth, destinies forever intertwined by the choices you made as young seraphim.

OR someone comes in to try and ruin your relationship with lucifer, and he isn't happy about it.

You remembered the sensation of an eternal inferno, the mark of damnation that scorched your fingertips, submerging your divine being within a cluster of flames. Exiled from the heavens—a fate worse than death to most became an accepted element of your newfound reality. You never belonged perched atop clouds, even with the virtue nestled in the recesses of your heart. A part of you feared the unknown as you descended through novas and clouds, but it felt like a pressure had lifted from your being as those imposing gates shrunk behind you.

As the first of a cluster of falling stars, your impact landed you on the steaming ground of a new, hellish landscape, your mind scattered from the force of the fall, limbs trembling with their aching joints. And that was when you saw him, a brand-new man who held out his hand, smile desperate yet reassuring. The Morning Star himself, brought upon the same fate, still shaken from the tragedy of his descent—it had been much more personal for him.

“It’ll be okay, (Name),” his familiar voice reassured, but it was impossible not to hear the waver in his tone as your hands intertwined. “It’ll all be okay.”

And with a single touch, traversing hand-in-hand through this foreign land, you knew that someday, he would be right.

But that happened many millennia ago, a tale for storybooks rather than a memory that should’ve constantly been on a loop in your mind, held onto during the dead of lonely, bitter nights. Despite your long-standing friendship, the both of you held very separate lives—him with his family, you with your industry. You worked in tandem in relation to the public and aristocratic duties but otherwise barely spoke past the occasional smile and wave. And no, you couldn’t help the desolation that had sprouted inside your heart, the muscle aching as you observed his radiant smile from across ballrooms, the king exchanging affectionate glances at his wife while coddling his sweet daughter. But you were happy for him all the same. He deserved to be surrounded by those he loved, deserved to be happy after years of heartbreak, even if you weren’t in the picture.

But you knew that you could depend on each other, even if you hadn’t spoken in months. It was an unspoken connection between you, a rule unbroken. Which was the reason you knew his midnight call one evening had been serious. His voice was flooded with anguish, sputtering out incomprehensible words as his breath caught with every beat. You dropped everything, the paperwork and meeting planning, flying over with speed so fast that the denizens of Hell whispered for days about the shooting star that had flown across the sky that evening. 

In your journey, there was one persistent question that kept bothering you—why wasn’t his wife the one to comfort him? It wasn’t that you minded, not at all, but the entire situation struck you as odd. However, your answer became clear as you cracked open the doors to his bed chambers; the room was frozen and still as if left abandoned. However, the knocked-over furniture and smashed artifacts only made it look like it was robbed, which you highly doubted. And there in the center of the chaos was the Morning Star himself—no, Lucifer. Simply Lucifer. His body crumpled to the ground, painful hiccups leaving his lips. You slipped inside with ease and were about to grab his attention, and then you spotted it, the large lettering of a familiar type of document—a divorce agreement.

You were aware that the relationship between Lucifer and Lilith wasn’t perfect, not by any means. When they had fallen in love, there wasn’t a guideline for navigating relationships and marriage. They had to play it entirely by ear, leading to rushed decisions and a shaky foundation. You had always believed that they were each other’s perfect half, but it was only because their punishment and subsequent banishment had tied them together and forced them to suffer the same fate. At least, that was their belief for a couple of millennia. It didn’t mean that the split that was bound to happen didn’t hurt.

His cries had been hard to hear, throaty and painful, his body trembling as he mourned on the floor. It took a culmination of your mental and physical strength to unravel him, forcing him away from those papers and into an embrace, slowly steadying his breath with yours as he clung to you as if you would leave if he let go. That night set the standard for weeks of a miserable routine, with the former king reduced to sobs and silence. It was unbearable, especially as he pulled away from those who cared for him—his fellow sins, his friends, and especially his daughter. But you continued to hold on, not leaving even with his harsh utterances and occasional outbursts. You wouldn’t let him be alone, couldn’t let him be alone, moving into the broken family’s manor to care for him full-time.

And he would always be thankful for that.

His mental health was climbing uptick for years, fluctuating back and forth until he had stabilized, at least in comparison to his state before. He became fantastic at masking his depression, brushing it underneath the rug as he delved into his own creations, pushing many of his relationships even further away as he stopped leaving home. You were the one to bring him food and clean the estate—his staff had drifted to other careers over the past few years. You were the one assuring that he wasn’t left hunched over a bench in the worst posture possible, toiling away with his latest obsession, no matter the cuteness of the ducks.

In his more conscious moments, you would listen as he ranted about his issues, even though you both were aware they were a product of his self-isolation. But in those instants, whispering quietly as if the heavens still held onto your every word, hiding from its light as if the touch of it would scorch your skin, an intimacy blossomed from the depths of your former friendship. It had remained idle for centuries, underlying the foundation of every interaction and word, leaving fleeting touches and shared laughter in your blissful youths for stern support and brief softness in your demonic adulthoods—neither of you ever noticed that you saw the other through heart-shaped lenses. Two fallen ones, cut from the same cloth, destinies forever intertwined by the choices you made as young seraphim.

But that had been the norm for thousands of years.

And without knowing, you had fallen into a relationship stage humans had archaically dubbed as “courting,” traveling outside the estate for the chance to spend time with one another, exchanging personalized gifts whenever the opportunity arose, swapping words of encouragement and affection. It was only after you had kissed him on the cheek one night that you both realized your feelings, and it only spiraled on from there. There were scars from his past love—undoubtedly, you had nurtured them with care—but even despite those, you worked to establish a healthy, balanced relationship as you navigated this strange stage in your lives.

However, there was someone who had not been quite so fond of this new development. You had attended meetings with the Heaven Embassy for many years as a favor to Lucifer, his absence becoming common after his separation from Lilith, but you could still remember locking eyes with the first man as you entered the room, dropping the chicken drum in his hands as his mouth widen agape.

“Hot damn.”

His flirtatious and oftentimes self-centered advances didn’t fly past your head like you wished they would. It seemed despite having thousands of years under his belt, he was unable to learn any kind of manners, but he had been the original sexist prick. And for his status as a divine man, he fucked around a lot. You didn’t doubt that was due to his own insecurities about both of his wives preferring someone else’s dick over his.

Once you and Lucifer had started dating, you happened to make the mistake of slipping that information to Adam in the hopes that he would back off, but it only seemed to provide him a challenge as his flirtations increased tenfold. From then on, your meetings no longer consisted of the same old information surrounding the exterminations; rather, they were him pointing out the many sexual accolades that he had roped under his belt and the way that apparently made him better than Lucifer—his favorite line was always that “that snake must have a little snake.”

Your disdain was obvious, repeating over and over for him to shut his mouth, but he would only smirk, taking your response as a sign that he had struck a nerve and that it was an opportunity to dig deeper. You decided to take over all the meetings with the embassy, keeping Lucifer away from the lecherous banter of the man, no matter the discomfort that formed in your gut from his unabashed perverseness and the predatory stares at your body.

“Come onnnn, babe,” Adam whined, in the middle of biting the meat off a chicken bone.

You shot him a look. “I’m not your babe, Adam.”

“Babe.” If you were able to reach over and strangle him, you would’ve. That was probably the reason the coward used a hologram instead of coming here himself. “A guy like that couldn’t possibly please you the way I could.”

You massaged your nose bridge, pointedly ignoring the flicker of his eyes from your face to your chest, unable to maintain stable eye contact. “Can we just get on with the meeting?”

“You know I’m right, but I’ll let you off the hook for now.”

You groaned, slamming your head onto the table.

From years onward, his nerve only increased, but he had never shown his bloodlust to you before until the exorcist army descended from the heavens to wreak chaos and death upon the doorstep of Lucifer’s only child, Charlie. You and the ever-so-optimistic princess of Hell developed quite a soft spot for one another, which wasn’t difficult since you had already been considered family in centuries past. The title of your romantic relationship with her father initially came with questions and a couple of awkward moments, but it wouldn’t stop either of you from growing a deeper friendship and understanding, walking through the process together. And it definitely didn’t stop you from defending the girl you had seen for years as a pseudo-daughter, along with her noble ambitions.

“Charlie!” you yelled, knocking Adam away from her as he attempted to strangle her. Charlie sputtered, holding her throat with a pained cough, and you raised a steady hand to her back, helping her rise to her feet. You gave her a once-over, relieved to find that she had no substantial wounds besides a couple of cuts and bruises.

You sighed, cupping her rosy cheeks. “Thank goodness you’re alright. Sorry for being so late. Your father will be here any moment.”

Her formerly desolate expression quickly changed into a beaming smile, eyes glimmering with revitalized determination. “Good! We need all the help we can get.”

However, the moment was cut short by the overexaggerated breaths of a particular man, Adam wobbling to his feet as he cradled his bruised ribs, which you didn’t doubt had been cracked in the impact. It was hard not to smile as he struggled to stand, a wave of retribution twitching through your fingertips.

“You bitch,” he groaned between shallow gasps, though his voice drifted into a humorous lilt. “You know, I’m all for feisty women, but this shit’s a bit extreme, don’tcha think, babe?”

“I am not your babe, Adam.”

You cringed at the moan that left his lips, knowing it was not from the pain of his bruises. “God damn, I love it when you say my name.” He chuckled. “It’d be better if you screamed it.”

“You couldn’t have been that good if both your wives left you for someone else,” you muttered, swallowing your bodily urge to vomit as you rubbed the burgeoning headache coursing through your temples.

His expression drained of any warmth or humor, only leaving behind the rotted, sinful corpse of a man that he pretended not to be. “What the fuck did you say to me, bitch?”

“Hmmm,” you hummed, rolling your eyes. “Did I strike a nerve there?”

His mouth contorted into a snarl. “You know, the only reason that snake keeps your ass around is because he needs a couple of assets,” he barked, curving his hands to gesture toward your curves. “To distract him!”

“Hey! Don’t talk about him—”

He cut you off, his imposing figure towering over you. “You’re only a convenience. A pretty face and a hole to fuck.”

You gasped, but he didn’t let you speak, a smirk curling up on his disgusting face. “You don’t mean anything to him, hun,” he sneered, his voice sickeningly sweet as he grabbed your chin, craning your neck at a muscle-aching angle to stare into your eyes. “You had a chance at heaven, slut. A chance to be with me. And you fuckin’ blew it—!”

He didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence, a bone-crunching punch tunneling into his face, his body cast off the hotel, which rocked under the aftershock, before it started to crumble like a deck of cards. With no time to waste, you and Charlie haphazardly jumped from shrapnel piece to shrapnel piece, able to land on the ground with barely a tumble as it collapsed into your foundation. The moment would’ve been devastating if your focus hadn’t been pinpointed elsewhere, the screams of a dying man drawing everyone to the impact pit.

“You have a lot of fuckin’ nerve,” a low voice scowled, sweltering steam blocking everyone’s vision away from the pair until it evaporated into the air, and that was when you spotted him. His voice was barely recognizable. The duplicated tones and whispers surrounding each word made him unidentifiable. But you knew who it was; those familiar sets of wings and the eyes of his tailcoat were clues enough. You hadn’t seen him take this form in decades, centuries even—he had no use for it, and to go to such an extreme was unlike him. He was shaking more than ever before; his fists balled up Adam’s collar as he pinned him to the ground.

“Intruding on my fuckin’ realm. Hurting my daughter.” And with each offense, another blow was added to the first man’s face, which looked more like roadkill than a former human with each malefaction. “Harassing and insulting my future wife!”

“Don’t you mean your little whore?” Adam managed to utter, that cocky tone still persistent. 

But that was a terrible mistake.

Lucifer did not respond to his comment, not at all. Instead, he paused, finding himself unprepared for the sheer audacity of the man underneath him, a man only clinging to life through recesses of holy power and spite. To the unsuspecting bystander, it would seem the king had calmed himself down, but instead, an inferno blazed between his fingertips, his form threatening to tear with the amount of heavenly light that he balanced on his palms. The ire of his many eyes looked upon Adam, and they saw to it that his judgment day had come early.

“Die.”

“Dad!”

Luck seemed to have Adam’s back as Charlie intervened, one of the few people who could ever draw her father out of such an irate warpath. However, it was only after a moment of contemplation from Lucifer, whose eyes stared at Adam, his face unreadable as his fingers twitched before he cracked a wicked smirk.

“How’s mercy feel, bitch?”

The next moments were a blur, though those eyes had turned towards you instead, not with the anger they had towards Adam, but of sheer contemplation—not that you paid attention to them, watching Adam’s death unfold in an ironically anti-climatic sort of way. You would’ve felt bad if your mind didn’t remedy the guilt in your gut with memories of your several encounters, most of which were not PG-13. The rest of the staff and residents gathered their bearings, joining to work on rebuilding the hotel, but you did not have the strength to. Instead, you took a moment for yourself, thoughts toiling through your head as they often did, not understanding the icky, nauseous feeling pooling at the bottom of your stomach.

You flinched at the brush of a hand that rested on your shoulder, only to find that it had been Lucifer, his brow furrowed in that same contemplative expression. And much like those times alone in the estate decades prior, a patient silence persisted as he sat next to you, gauging each touch as he pulled you closer, allowing your limp body to lean into his.

“You know none of what that asshole said is true, right?”

Is that what you had been so concerned about? You couldn’t tell. Your thoughts surrounding your relationship, especially in the context of his former love, had always been indecipherable, even to yourself. His question brought a small beam of clarity into the shadowed pits of your darkest thoughts, but it wasn’t the time to talk about it. Not now, at least.

“Yeah, I know.” Your voice was more shaken than you wanted it to come out, but he understood the underlying message. He could tell it wasn’t the truth, not entirely, and that the roots of your insecurities weren’t something to be remedied through a singular conversation. But it was a start. He intertwined your fingers, caressing the bare area of your ring finger.

“I wish you would’ve told me,” he spoke, his voice soft. “I would never have let you go to those meetings.”

You stayed staring out into the distance. “It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

However, he believed differently, tilting your chin as he cupped your face, much more loving compared to the hands that had grabbed you prior. And his eyes, ones that had been filled with hatred, now glinted in sharp concern. “But it is a big deal. That’s sexual harassment.”

“You were going through so much,” you replied. “It was just one additional thing I didn’t want you to deal with. Another burden on your back.”

“(Name),” he said, voice stern.

The gruffness of his uncompromising tone drew your eyes to your hands. “Any insult to you is an insult to me. Always has been, always will be. People don’t get to talk to you like that. It doesn’t matter what shit I’m going through. That doesn’t mean you get to be thrown under the bus.” He cracked a smile. “And anyone who even thinks of treating you less than the perfection you are deserves to be roasted alive. You’re not a burden. You’re priceless.”

“You’re really into those cannibalism metaphors recently,” you quipped, a bit of your reprieve and humor returning back. He laughed, his heart falling into ease, though he recognized the nod towards his disdain for a certain radio demon, his expression contorting in disgust.

“I’m not gonna eat him! Think of how gross that thing would taste. Just awful, bleh—!”

You cut him off with a kiss, making his rosy cheeks redden more. “Thanks, Lu.”

You tried to stand. His arm braced underneath your back, a hand brushing across the sensitive skin of your waist as he hovered above, his lips locked onto yours. You sighed into his mouth as his fingers mapped every beauty mark of your face, only for him to split, panting. His eyes shone with recognizable desperation, but the smirk on his lips told you he was prepped to tease, brushing the stray baby hairs out of your face that had been ruffled in the fray.

“If someone ever bothers you like that again, you tell me. Got it?”

You only sighed. “Lucifer, I can handle my—”

He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, mouth upturned in a cheeky grin at the way it cut you off. “It’s not smart to fight without your shield, now, is it?’

You relented, unable to withhold your bashful grin. “Of course.”

A silence persisted.

“Your future wife, hm?”

“…shit.”

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BSD 109 Spoilers!!!

I will always always ALWAYS come back to this panel when talking about Asagiri’s storytelling.

At its very core, BSD is an absurdist text, Kafka Asagiri having been inspired by many absurdist authors. Franz Kafka, who he took his pseudonym from is one of them. Albert Camus, basically the most well-known absurdist is referenced with the Mersault prison, the name of which comes from a character in his most famous absurdist work, The Stranger. 

Absurdism is the belief that the world around us is irrational and inherently absurd and that explicitly seeking meaning is pointless. In his essay The Myth of Sisyphus, Camus explains, that there is value in the act of rebellion, though. Sisyphus, who has been doomed to roll a boulder up a mountain only for the boulder to tumble back down each time he reaches the peak, finds meaning in the act of continuing to push the boulder. Even though he will continue this cycle for all of eternity, he doesn’t just lay down and give up, he rebels against the absurdity of his situation by continuing to push the boulder, despite the seemingly futile nature of the act. 

As I said earlier, BSD is an absurdist text. All of the animanga’s main characters are on a journey of discovering their meaning in life, and their place in the world, and they do this by rebelling against its absurdity — especially Dazai. 

Dazai sees the absurd world for what it is, and when he was in the PM, he hated it. Thus, he sought suicide as a solution. I will note here that absurdists generally view suicide as a failure to rebel against the absurd, just giving up and giving into hopelessness. But ever since Dazai left the PM and took Oda’s advice, he’s been rebelling against this, doing good despite his inherent beliefs about morality and the world, and he’s absolutely gotten better for it. 

Other characters embody this idea of rebelling against the absurd, hell, that’s kinda what this whole arc is about. The world is literally ending, and things seem to be at their absolute worst, but someone like Atsushi still has hope that he can change the minds of the hunting dogs and save reality as we know it. He even has hope that he can get through to a vampiric Akutagawa when the guy is literally brainwashed and attacking him. Aya as the “last hope” right now embodies this, too, deciding that she can’t just sit around and do nothing and then trying to remove the sword from Bram even though the effort appears futile. 

But everything is going wrong right now. Fukuzawa is bleeding out, Dazai has just been shot through the forehead and appears to have died, Atsushi’s had his limbs ripped off and is at Akutagawa’s mercy, and Fukuchi is literally going to end the world! How can we have hope?!

Think about BSD. Think about the story that’s been told so far. Surely Asagiri isn’t killing everyone right now, surely the world isn’t gonna actually end. I’m not entirely convinced Aya’s plan is gonna work— but please consider that the point of absurdist storytelling is that even when everything seems to be at its worst, even when life seems completely meaningless, there is inherent meaning in still continuing to fight against this. 

BSD has never been a story where the villains win, and I don’t think it’s gonna start being one. I think, as usual, Asagiri wants to scare us, to make us feel hopeless about the situation, only for someone to pull through and completely turn the tides.

Dazai laying down and accepting his death at Chuuya’s hands is not going to be the end of his story, because it goes against everything Asagiri seems to stand for. Dazai wouldn’t just give up in his fight against Fyodor, because he needs to prove he’s right about what he says in this panel:

"The ones who actually make the world turn are those who scream within the storm of uncertainty and run with flowing blood."

I think this reflects Asagiri's own beliefs and is also the reason why he is not going to let Dazai die like this, because in a way, that would be proving that Fyodor is right. From a storytelling perspective, it’d be saying “everything I’ve communicated up to this point actually means nothing and life is truly hopeless!” 

Dazai has cheated death before, as has basically everyone else in danger right now. I promise you, something is going to happen and they’re all going to survive, because BSD is not trauma porn, for lack of a better term. It’s a story about how a group of people fight against the absurdity of their reality, even when everything seems completely and utterly hopeless. 

There’s a lot of theories circulating about how things could work out, especially Dazai’s “death,” and I’m not here to repeat all of them, but I will say that a lot of them have credence, especially because Asagiri isn’t the type of author to make mistakes, every single detail has a distinct reason. 

So even though I don't know how things are going to work out, I have full faith that they will, including Dazai's current situation. None of these characters are done just yet, they've got too much fight left in them to just give up.

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(Spoilers for latest chapter) I can’t understand Teruko’s age. So when Fukuchi discovered her which looked like several years ago (Seeing that he did not have a beard in that panel), she was twelve, and at the present time she is thus older than that so why is everyone calling her 12 years old presently? Or am I misunderstanding something?

Here is where the confusion comes from:

Someone said in the tags of one of my posts that the original Japanese is in past tense, "was only 12", not present "is only 12". I can't speak on that matter myself.

My lack of knowledge also means that the lore drop of her "fighting as a partisan in the Kansai region" could be a reference to something in Japan's history and I wouldn't know. It could also be that this isn't taking place during the Great War of the bsd lore, as 12 years ago it would have ended already when the treaty was signed on Standard Island, which was 14 years ago. Asagiri's timeline is astonishingly solid, so I don't think that'd be a mistake.

So either she was 12 and had been fighting for 12 years when Fukuchi found her (and is now 26), or she was only months old when he found her and she fought in a different conflict that happened after the Great War...

And I got the aforementioned moustache timeline to help:

in order, left to right: pre-war [104], finding Teruko [115], a soldier dying in his arms during the Great War (on Tokoyami Island?) [103], and present.

When Fukuchi found Teruko, he was just growing out his moustache. This could mean this was during the Great War, before Tokoyaki Island, where he was shown to have his moustache already... assuming there is no art discontinuity.

If anyone has any input on this situation, about the is/was debate or the referenced Kansai region battles, I know I'm interested to hear it!

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Dazai is immortal

Manga/anime spoilers for bsd!

Recently (due to my bsd obsession) I have heard some cool theories, and included in those was one that I found really interesting.

What if Dazai was immortal?

Like we all have seen the stunts he pulls and yeah most people would definitely die from some of that, but what if he was just hard to kill and not immortal?

So I just dismissed it until I read the manga (mind you this was before season 5 was out) and saw him falling in the elevator, now I'm curious because idk about you but that seemed like it had a 100% mortality rate and he shouldn't have gotten out of there with only a broken leg.-

I looked up how far a person needed to fall for it to be fatal and found an older post referencing a paper from NASA.

https://ntrs.nasa.gov/citations/19930020462 (Said Nasa paper)

In the post in the last line, they state that someone falling 17 m/s (17 meters per second) is almost guaranteed not to survive because what kills you isn't the fall but the abrupt stop at the end.

Now I did even more research on how fast your average elevator would fall and found an interesting question posed, the theory that if you jump at the last minute you would be able to save yourself in a falling elevator, below that was an article written by a researcher at Western Sidney University, detailing how your timing should be and also telling us the speed of your normal elevator, focusing on our previously stated point, the elevator would fall at around 200 km/h ((200 kilometers per hour) 55 m/s) meaning if there was no method used to stop the elevator or cushion the fall Dazai would 100% be dead, squished to nothingness (as the article, above mentioned, stated that in some cases the loose metal cables just crush the elevator as soon as it stops)

If Dazai were to use the 'jump at the last second method' he would still die.

Here is a picture of the article stating how fast you would have to react at certain heights and (mostly) hinting at how high your chance of survival would be, considering the average height of an elevator to be 2 meters. Looking at the panel in chapter 106.5 we see linings at the side of the elevator shaft which (when compared to the actual elevator) seem to have a spacing of, again, roughly 2 meters, pair it with the fact that they have already been falling for several seconds (as short as they may be) we can estimate that the fall was AT LEAST over 15 meters most likely even 20.

So no, Dazai should in no way, shape, or form have survived that.

In conclusion, he's immortal, or even death doesn't want him. (being immortal is cooler tho so let's go with that)

[rilin]

Hello obscure JoCo fans!

As promised in this post, I'll be sharing a couple WIPS for some of my Jonathan Coulton Tarot Card project! :D

I've currently got about 10 wips done of the 22 in the whole major arcana, so I'm pretty stoked about that!! I'll share a couple of them here for starters! (I also don't want to reveal the layout I've designed for the cards yet either as it's all still a WIP - I'm not a graphic designer at heart, so it's been a struggle, but I think it's more or less there! :O) Tarot meanings below are pulled from BiddyTarot! -------

The Fool UPRIGHT: Beginnings, innocence, spontaneity, a free spirit

REVERSED: Holding back, recklessness, risk-taking Song Choice: Wake Up (Solid State)

The image is referenced from the Solid State graphic novel and shows a view from the 'safe' zone, looking out onto the barren but free landscape. The album as a whole details a semi-hopeless future where technology and social media values have dominated, with both the two protagonists learning to break free in their own ways. The values of The Fool card definitely hold especially true to the protag in the song Wake Up - Future Bob has such a strong sense of innocent curiosity about what lies beyond the walls IMHO! -------

The Hermit UPRIGHT: Soul-searching, introspection, being alone, inner guidance

REVERSED: Isolation, loneliness, withdrawal Song Choice: I Crush Everything Now if ever there were a JoCo song choice about loneliness and withdrawl, it'd be about the poor Giant Squid. He desperately wants to touch and admire the boats that float above him but keeps destroying them, so he's learning to let go and hold back, even though it hurts. Poor guy! I tried to incorporate some of the classic lantern theming in the OG cards with the boat light and Mr Squids giant yellow eye too, as well as of course the moon, which seems to crop up in a good many tarot.

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Death

UPRIGHT: Endings, change, transformation, transition

REVERSED: Resistance to change, personal transformation, inner purging Song Choice: Blue Sunny Day Oh I can't tell you how much I love this song, tarot or no tarot, lol. I went through a GOOD number of choices for settling on BSD! (Spoilers, one was 'Still Alive' because it fit well and it was funny in an ironic way, but I ended up using that for a different card!) The themes fit so perfectly - the song is about a lonely vampire who is living in the past still, but ultimately the world ends up being too much for him and he has one final look at a beautiful blue sunny day... I also had a really strong visual idea in my head for it that I think I managed to get out okay in the WIP! It doesn't really include many of the OG tarot design motifs, but I find both the sun and moon to be heavily incorporated in a lot of em. ----- I'm looking forward to sharing more WIPs soon, and sharing my thoughts on my choices! :O

[fucoochie]

Small-ish sloppy post for now on the latest chapter (warning for major BSD manga spoilers)

^ That's not true!!!! :3c

see my post about storm bringer..

which actually also has a tiny hint foreshadowing this happening to fukuchi. I have to go back and find it but there's a bit referencing an infinitely replicating ability causing a singularity and destroying its user. but I don't think he's truly gone for good in this case, and I'm hoping chuuya will shed some light on this and we might even get verlaine to show up-wishful thinking perhaps, but there have been a ton of intentional references to SB lore and parallels with chuuya and so on... these might hold (part of) the key to a resolution. I'm sure there's more to it involving bram and the swords that needs to unfold as well.

tl;dr if verlaine and chuuya could be brought back, I think fukuchi can too despite it seeming impossible

I also am not surprised by this outcome either considering dostoy is dark!dazai and he keeps getting white-haired men to do his bidding (lol, parallel there to dazai and atsushi). due to that I'm assuming he's the final boss of bsd or else I'm gonna be fed up asagiri !!!

something that bothers me is how fukuchi could ever have thought his plan would work tbh but that's not all relevant rn. hopefully dostoy will reveal more convincing details of how he fooled him because I'm not too pleased about fukuchi's logic still, predictive ability or not

i DO like that he was insane and committed enough to kill/turn people he obviously cared about into vampires. that's spicy

but I digress, the seal of the holy sword is interesting too considering arahabaki and guivre were held back by seals. what's happened is basically that, but massively upscaled so this is a big challenge to overcome for our heroes

in the end the whole world is gonna be rebirthed, basically as dostoy planned but it'll somehow turn out to be a good thing whether it's through foiling him or who knows

teruko, fukuchi, everyone will likely be fine

[redacted-gay-username]

BSD AND THE BIBLE PARALLELS TIME (I’m losing my sanity) *spoilers for newest bsd chapter below!!!

ok so, as we all know, Fyodor is literally having his Jesus arc. And so, IM GOING TO ANALYIZE THIS CHAPTER AND IM GOING TO COMPARE IT WITH ACTUAL EVENTS THAT HAPPEN IN THE BIBLE-

ok so obv we learn that Fyodor’s ability is basically resurrection (not to mention, confirmation of that was released a few days after Easter 💀). So in this chapter we learned that Fyodor’s death was sorta planned/prepared (bc of Fyodor’s ability). And then later, he got killed to then later be resurrected as planned, simple right? Well with Jesus, he knew beforehand that he was going to be killed (and more specifically for our sins). In the Bible, people have tried to kill Jesus multiple times (similar to what happens with Fyodor. It’s more capture than kill tho with Fyodor tbh). For Jesus’ death to be “relevant,” he would have to be killed by pilate and not just randomly. Bc then if that happened the message and overall plan, would be pointless. So with Jesus sacrificing himself for our sins, his resurrection would have a lot more impact to the world (with bible and Jesus prophecy stuff) and his overall plan. Later it’s also shown for his plan to be to judge the world and stuff. (Future Fyodor plot point?) For example: “Death is the enemy of mankind and the just punishment for our sin” (Romans 6:23). Hmmmm, doesn’t this sound a bit like CRIME AND PUNISHMENT. Death is known to be a huge sin in the Bible, and for Bram to have committed that sin, he has to get punished. SOOOOOO, I’m guessing Fyodor’s ability also works that way???? So to simplify, if you kill (which is a sin), you get punished and aka then get killed as punishment and as said in the quote. (Sorry if all of this is horribly explained 😭)

fun fact, Jesus in the Bible resurrected in the early morning. It’s indicated in the Gospel of Mark with this quote just before they announce Jesus’ resurrection “Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise” (Mark 16: 2-6) So the panel below would make sense.

another funny thing that I found, Jesus was widely known in the Bible to create miracles. His resurrection was also the BIG miracle, as shown in Matthew 28: 1-7. Jesus also did bring many miracles to the land in the Bible. For example the calming of the sea in Luke 8. BUT THE POINT IS JESUS BRINGS MIRACLES IN THE BIBLE. And guess who says something about miracles in the newest chapter…..

Ok so in the end of the chapter we get the line “A tripolar singularity.” Hmmmmm, tri? Like three? Well, in the Bible we have something called the holy trinity. Which has THREE symbols. The Father, son, and Holy Spirit. In the Bible it’s known for being the big trio and stuff. Tbh, this is a long shot but, maybe Fyodor was referencing the holy trinity? Idk, may the next chapter decide my fate with this theory.

[tachiguin]

BSD Ch.45 “Fix-it, Master Craft” Analysis of references to The Great Gatsby

As someone who has read F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby for a literature class, Chapter 45 of the manga is one of my favorites, as it’s full of references to the themes and symbols of the book. An unrelated fun fact I’d like to share as well is that the real life Fitzgerald dedicated The Great Gatsby to his wife, whose name was indeed Zelda! 

Spoiler Alert! This post talks about events and characters in both Chapter 45 of the BSD Manga, and the book The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Firstly, let’s do a quick summary of the events of Chapter 45, which picks up right after the conclusion of Chapter 44, where Alcott has reunited with Fitzgerald, and has volunteered to help him rebuild his fortune so that he can ultimately acquire The Book. 

Following the strategy Alcott devises, Fitzgerald approaches Dr. T.J. Eckleburg, an engineer who works for a security company, who has been accused of murdering a coworker while under the influence of alcohol. Ironically, he was caught by the security system that he himself had engineered, dubbed the Eyes of God. Fitzgerald interrupts T.J. Eckleburg’s suicide attempt, and offers to acquit him, regardless of whether or not he is actually guilty.

credit by dazaiscans

Next, Fitzgerald approaches the CEO of the security company, named Tom Buchanan, and makes the same offer. However, Buchanan refuses. Meanwhile, Ranpo exposes Buchanan as the true culprit of the murder. Fast forward to T.J. Eckleburg’s trial, Fitzgerald confronts Buchanan with this information, and asks for money in exchange for his silence on the matter. Unsurprisingly, Buchanan agrees, and the two have a little villain solidarity moment together.

However! Fitzgerald bursts into the courtroom with both the signed check from Buchanan, and a recording of their conversation. He then reveals that his true plan involved complicated machinations with stocks and the jury, which TL;DR ultimately Fitzgerald ended up as the owner of the security company, and with the Eyes of God in his possession. Bonus! T.J. Eckleburg’s innocence is proven as well, and he now works at Fitzgerald’s security company. 

Dr. T.J. Eckleburg and the Eyes of God

In The Great Gatsby, the name Dr. T.J. Eckleburg was indeed mentioned, however, he (or rather, it) was not a human being, but a billboard advertisement. A really creepy billboard, in fact, depicting one pair of eyes smack dab in the center. Throughout the book, various characters talk about how T.J. Eckleburg watches them, particularly when they’re doing something unethical. Dr. T.J. Eckleburg is symbolic of the literal eyes of god in The Great Gatsby. 

In Bungou Stray Dogs, this is cleverly referenced in how T.J. Eckleburg is a real person, who invented a security system called the Eyes of God. Moreover, the concept that the Eyes of God is infallible or omnipotent—this is also something that subtly references the symbolism in The Great Gatsby. 

Tom Buchanan is a Horrible Person

You may be wondering why so many characters in this chapter have western names, despite being located in Japan. This applies to Tom Buchanan too, who also is named after someone from The Great Gatsby. I don’t actually have much to say here, Tom is a horrible guy in both Bungou Stray Dogs and Fitzgerald’s writing, arguably the least sympathetic asshole in the book, which is a pretty high bar to clear, because everyone in The Great Gatsby is a horrible person in some way or form. Which brings us to our next point:

Morality vs. Money

One of the recurring motifs in The Great Gatsby is that pretty much everyone is selfish, conniving, and has probably committed a crime at some point. Especially for the sake of climbing into a higher social class by using a method to unlawfully get rich somehow. This motif is also applied briefly to Chapter 45, where we see Fitzgerald flaunting his incredibly garbage morals at everyone!

It’s good to know he’s self aware! We see a lot of petty crime and corruption going on in this chapter, from pretty much everyone! Fitzgerald running around and tricking people into giving him money and assets. Alcott’s objectively underhanded and dishonest method of procuring Ranpo’s help. Tom Buchanan commiting a murder and framing his subordinate. The Jury almost giving T.J. Eckleburg a guilty sentence despite his innocence. 

Ultimately, T.J. Eckleburg echoes a parallel to a sentiment that was prominent throughout The Great Gatsby. 

In the end, one of the major takeaways from The Great Gatsby was how the rigid classism and unfairness of society works. According to the “American Dream”, hard work and perseverance is rewarded. Fitzgerald challenges this belief, writing a story that ended with three of the lower class characters dead, and the characters who were of elite status got off (more or less) scott free.

However, it should be noted that Chapter 45 ends on a much more positive note. Dr. T.J. Eckleburg is proven innocent, Tom Buchanan ends up on the streets, and Fitzgerald emerges from the entire ordeal richer and more powerful, while retaining his newfound shopping sense. This could be Asagiri’s way of showing how Fitzgerald has changed as a character—a direct contradiction to the final line and takeaway of The Great Gatsby:

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald

The events of Chapter 45 reflect the themes and symbols in The Great Gatsby, (while also using names and epithets from the book as well) with the sole exception of the concept that people are unchanging, which Asagiri cleverly contradicts through both Fitzgerald’s own character arc moving forward, and concluding the chapter on a positive note for the protagonists.

[asachuu]

(4/10)

Part 3: Fifteen

Content warning: major Fifteen light novel spoilers.

[List of all parts]

[Part 2]

This may be a far, far shorter section than you would expect from me as we don’t get too much to analyze in Fifteen, compared to Stormbringer later on. I will not be summarizing the entire novel, since I have stated before that I’m going into this assuming my readers have seen both books already. This is merely a summary of the most important things which occurred that I will be referencing/referring to in terms of Rimlaine as a ship itself, and also to bring up details that could have been missed along the way if the reader wasn’t focused on them.

I would also like to add an additional note before I begin— as for Fifteen, I am only talking about the events of the written novel, not the anime adaptation of it. I believe I make this explicitly clear everywhere when I say “novel”, but I’m aware some people still may think of those two as the same or similar to each other and don’t actually distinguish between the two, even when I directly state which piece of media it is. I need for it to be said before going to write about any canonical events, solely to avoid statements such as “I remember watching something else”, “when did that even happen”, etc., considering the anime could practically be interpreted as its own separate story. Additionally, this will also apply here if an anime adaptation for Stormbringer is released, as I can’t say I have any faith in a short, animated version’s ability to not cut out or twist extremely crucial or important details from such a long novel either to save space, budget or provide fanservice, just as it did in S3.

So then, what exactly do we establish in Fifteen?

Part 3.1: the fight and Arthur’s memories

Despite talking about this novel and a major part of Arthur’s character, I will not be going over the entire section where he gets introduced into the BSD universe, nor where he explains his initial recollection of events about the Arahabaki incident. Instead, I will skip right into the fight with Dazai and Chuuya. Why? Because, to put it simply, the former parts have absolutely nothing to do with the topic at hand. As much as I could talk about them for a rather long time, they provide me with no information I could give out in terms of Arthur’s relation to Paul, which is the sole focus here.

Now, during the fight in the second half of the novel, we get to learn of Arthur’s true identity, as well as his purpose in Japan. His initial mission was to research “Arahabaki” and take it back to his home country alive, however his intent had changed significantly over time. He had no longer planned to take Chuuya, or rather, “Arahabaki” back alive, rather deciding to kill him— as we learn further on, this was not done due to a simple desire for violence, power or anything of this kind. In fact, that would go against his whole character, as it’s not only implied, but also outright stated by him he doesn’t truly want to go along with it and does certainly feel remorse for his actions…so then, what might his reasoning possibly be?

That reasoning was Chuuya’s memories. Eight years ago, when he was sent on this very mission, he wasn’t alone. Here, we learn of another character, one who supposedly accompanied him and worked with him, according to his vague recollections. Arthur had long since forgotten what happened to that person, whether he died or survived the Arahabaki explosion— all he remembered was the two being partners, even “best friends”, as he referred to him. Unsurprisingly, Arthur wished to know what happened to someone so important to him, especially after eight years of having no possibility of finding this out, and due to Chuuya/Arahabaki being present at the time of the two still being together, he believed he could retrieve his lost memories by taking in Chuuya’s ability, though unfortunately, that could only be done if Chuuya was killed. It wasn’t an act of anything other than simply a desperate wish to know what happened to an old friend of his, even if it now went against his actual mission. Despite his amnesia, desires and even his own orders, he still cared about his partner strongly enough to try and go through with his plan. That plan, however, failed.

Just as Arthur thought he succeeded in their altercation, with Chuuya seemingly not being able to fight back any longer after being heavily injured, he was fatally stabbed through by a scythe he used to pin the redhead to the ground. Instead of Chuuya’s ability itself, that was the action which made him remember the true events of his past. In his final moments, he states he was betrayed by his partner at the last minute, who is now revealed to be named Paul Verlaine. According to him, Paul had tried to kill him, and thus it’s implied he had to defend himself. In his recollection of events, he believes to be the one who ended his partner’s life, and while he does not explicitly state this himself, as I assume he wasn’t even able to, he hints at it. This part of Fifteen ends with Arthur passing away, thinking about Paul in his very last thoughts.

Part 3.2: Paul’s appearance

This is a part which many people are not aware of– Paul’s actual appearance in Fifteen after Arthur’s death, which was not even mentioned a single time in Fifteen’s animated rendition. It will most definitely be a very short summary, given it is a rather short part itself, yet it’s quite crucial to my points.

The section revolves around Paul getting into the Port Mafia’s office during nighttime. As he himself claims, it was to retrieve a document of “[his] best friend’s life”. One could even begin to think he did care about Arthur the same way he was clearly cared for by the latter just with that line alone, yet the rest of his dialogue entirely disproves this.

I could certainly point to his proclamation of Arthur’s memory being “interesting” due to him having mistakenly remembered ending Paul’s life, seemingly being amused by it with such wording, but there’s a far more glaring example of this that does not require any amount of analyzing whatsoever. Following this, he then goes on to thank Chuuya for killing his former partner on his behalf before stating he wishes to meet him. Even if one was to reach for rather far-fetched assumptions, there is no grief or regret expressed by him to be found at any point during this specific part, rather the opposite— this was supposedly what he wanted to see happen. The section ends with him disappearing into the night, confirming a sequel to the novel.

[Part 3.3]

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

you’re too familiar

by pearlchair

WARNING SMALL SPOILERS FOR THE DSMP : an au where the rest of the dsmp went on after wilbur left (instead of getting destroyed) and eventually the dsmp splits up after about 2 years and explores other smps, toms and tubs stumbling upon wilbur in a bsd kinda au (also almost everyone in dsmp has abilities and just didnt know they were even there or how to use them and can have more than one ability in this au)

Words: 1126, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Wilbur Soot-centric, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Out of Character Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Caring Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), dazai wasnt the one who hurt aku in this au /dazai isnt a terrible person in this, Dazai Osamu Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Suicidal Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot Has an Eating Disorder, Protective Wilbur Soot, Sad Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot Needs a Hug, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Suicidal Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Protective Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

[musamora]

𝖈𝖗𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖘 「𝔣𝔶𝔬𝔡𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔢𝔳𝔰𝔨𝔶」 ༉‧₊˚

content. f!reader. not-safe for work content (MDNI 18+), hurt/comfort, implied/referenced (avoided) character death, vaginal sex, spoilers (bsd s5 ep 11). not proofread.

author's note. sometimes, the best way to cope with your emotions is some good old-fashioned smut. here is a brief little drabble, which is a very stark contrast from my previous fic.

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Quivering hands cupped his cheeks, pallor flushed against soft caresses as eyes traced over each scratch and scar, breath caught in her lungs at the bruises that contrasted pale skin. He only leaned into her sweet touches, too debilitated from the strain of upholding the will of the heavens, a messenger of God passing his judgment upon the world. In her arms, he was human once more — neither a demon nor an angel. Purely human. Imperfection in its purest form. Her eyes glistened with tears; broken sobs escaped loosened lips as she tried in vain to hold herself together.

He planted a kiss in the center of her knotted brows, reveling as she unraveled underneath him, entirely attentive to him and him alone. She locked her gaze with his, glimmers of fresh liquid sorrow lining her lashes at internal flashes of undeveloped grief. But they both knew this would not be the end of them. He traced his fingers across the sensitive flesh of her hips, cooing at her whimper-laced shivers as he slowly sunk his cock into her weeping pussy, kissing away the cries that escaped her lips.

"Я тут, любимая. Все будет хорошо."

And they held each other tight as stars faded into the morning sun, entangled in one another as they worshipped each inch of their bodies, weak moans and kisses melting into woe-imbued pleasure until their bodies could no longer remain upright. So they lay there, exchanging breaths with each passing moment as they prayed, thankful to remain at one another's side for another day.

𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 —

я тут, любимая. все будет хорошо. = i'm here, my love. everything will be okay.

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[soupthatistohot]

Okay so question

Is stormbringer a part of beast? So it’s part of an AU? So it’s not main bsd chuuya’s story right? Or is it? I’m confused ;-;

Unfortunately for Chuuya it is canon to the main universe. I don’t know if it’s also canon to the BEAST universe, but I’d guess that it is (to an extent — maybe things played out slightly differently but I’d guess that the main plot-points are probably much the same), because it’s an essential part of his backstory and the main reason he exists the way he does in BSD.

Spoilers below.

Stormbringer not only provides us with the reasoning for Chuuya’s very existence (his ability is born from being experimented on — his original ability as a child was not gravity manipulation, I can’t really explain it super well, you’ll have to read the light novel for that), it’s also the reasoning for why he stays in the Port Mafia (especially the epilogue).

Addionally, I think it’s mentioned or referenced at somepoint that Verlaine trained Kyouka? Or maybe that’s fanon information, idk. But for this to be true, Stormbringer would have had to have happened canonically.

As a general rule, I think the light novels are canon to the main universe unless indicated otherwise. So although it is not directly included in the main anime or manga, Stormbringer is effectively canon to the main BSD timeline. I won’t be surprised if it eventually gets adapted to the anime like the other light novels.

[sword-dad-fukuzawa]

BSD Timeline (anime + manga)

15 years before: Chuuya (7) and Arahabaki merge and escape the facility

Chuuya loses his memories of his life prior

Cone Street is created

sometime after, Chuuya becomes King of the Sheep

14 years before: The Great War begins

During the Great War, Tachihara’s older brother dies 

Yosano (11) is admitted to a mental hospital

10-13 years before: Mori returns to Yokohama, working at a clinic, and is introduced to Fukuzawa

Fukuzawa and Ranpo meets

sometime between the bracketing events, Fukuzawa and Mori have a custody disagreement over Yosano and cut ties

Yosano joins the agency

8 years before: Dazai (14) is hospitalized for a suicide attempt, meets Mori

Mori assassinates the PM boss

7 years before: the events of Fifteen

Dazai and Chuuya meet

Dazai joins the PM for real, Chuuya also joins

Rimbaud dies

between Fifteen and Dark Era

Q is locked away for causing an incident with a high PM body count

Dazai recruits Akutagawa

6 years before: Dragon’s Head Conflict, which lasts 88 days

PM exec, named the Colonel, dies, leaving an empty spot

Soukoku is named 

Dazai becomes PM executive sometime after the Dragon’s Head Conflict

4 years before: the events of Dark Era

Ango is revealed as a traitor

Mimic is eliminated  

Oda dies

2 weeks after Oda dies, Dazai meets Taneda and goes underground 

sometime after Dark Era, Tachihara joins the PM (the Hunting Dogs were formed before this)

2 years before: events of Dazai’s Entrance Exam

Dazai joins the ADA

2 weeks before: Atsushi is kicked out of the orphanage

Start of the series: Nakajima Atsushi arrives in Yokohama, rescues Dazai from the river, and Season 1 begins (assuming he was kicked out on his birthday, this would mean canon starts on May 19)

[nana-774]

⮀

[bungo-confess-dogs]

“ I hate the way the anime art style has shifted since Dead Apple. Everyone's noses grew three sizes, and their mouths do this bizarre wiggly thing that makes even Dazai look obscenely unattractive. “