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[intheticklecloset]

hi!! may i order a peppermint mocha with atsushi and lucy? maybe with one of them discovering that the other’s ticklish (i was thinking during cuddles for warmth or ice skating? y’know when you nearly fall and quickly grab the nearest thing? the iceskating one sounds a bit tricky but i’m just trying to give variety,, heheh)

i requested this with ler!lucy in mind (maybe fits the vibes easier) but feel free to go with whatever makes writing her easier :) and if you’re inspired to do something else for the scenario, go ahead!! whatever makes you comfortable

you did mention you’re still trying to figure out how to write lucy(?) so i tried to give as much freedom as i could with this :’D

at the end of the day, no pressure!! feel free to skip this prompt, i don’t mind <3 if you do do this prompt, i hope you enjoyed the small variety? was a bit worried about requesting for lucy, but we’ll see!! have a wonderful christmas, don’t forget to take breaks!

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

~~~

“You’re doing great, Lucy!” Atsushi encouraged, a gentle smile on his face as he drifted alongside the redheaded girl, who was hugging the wall of the skating rink as if her life depended on it. “You can let go now; I’ll be right here to catch you if you fall.”

Lucy huffed at him. “Easy for you to say, Mr. Catlike Balance. And don’t just say stuff like that so casually!”

“Huh?” He blinked at her, genuinely confused. “But it’s true. Come on, Lucy, you can let go.”

She grumbled under her breath, but eventually pried herself away from the wall one hand at a time, wobbling unsteadily but able to keep her balance for the most part. She attempted to push off gently, gliding forward two feet at a time.

“There you go, see? You’re a natural,” Atsushi praised, grinning, skating along beside her. It was true he was able to pick up ice skating fairly quickly thanks to his inner catlike qualities, but he thought Lucy was picking up relatively quickly in her own right, too.

“This is ridiculous,” she grumbled. “I look like a child.”

“Everyone has a first time on the ice, you know. It’s no problem. No one’s looking at you weird or anything.”

Lucy turned her head to glance around and confirm what he was saying, but the instant she did so her balance was lost, and she began to flail. Atsushi rushed forward to help her just as he promised, making sure she didn’t fall, but in her attempt to steady herself she grabbed onto the nearest thing – which happened to be the weretiger’s hips.

Had he reacted any differently, she’d have been mortified at herself. But the way he squeaked and giggled while never letting go of her only made her blink at him in surprise.

“Atsushi?” she asked. “What was that?”

“N-Nothing,” he murmured, gently guiding her hands back to the wall instead of his waist. “I’m just kind of ticklish there. You surprised me.”

Lucy stared at him, then gave him a playful smirk. “Ooh, ticklish, huh?”

Atsushi whimpered, but it was no use. She reached for him again, this time holding his waist while tickling his ribs, and he squealed with giggles again, attempting to back up but taking her with him thanks to her grip on him, and soon they were both too far away from the wall to fall back on it if need be. Others skated by them with knowing looks in their eyes, but Atsushi could only giggle and squirm in her arms.

“Luhuhuhuhucy!” he whined. “Plehehehehehease!”

“What’s the matter?” she teased back, far too pleased with herself. “Don’t cats like getting their bellies rubbed?”

He’d have argued that he was a tiger, not a cat, but he was too wrapped up in his own laughter to manage it. What had started as an ice skating lesson for Lucy quickly turned into a giggly, tickly dance on the ice for both of them.

He couldn’t quite bring himself to say he didn’t enjoy it.

[lit3rallyll0yd]

Idk if request are opened but if they are can I request headcanons with dazai, chuuya and atsushi with a best friend who gets hit on a LOT. They also have random people coming up and complement them/ their outfit everyday without fail. Maybe even a time their friend lied and said they were a couple to get some guy to stop hitting on them. Thank you.

๋࣭ ⭑ other men hitting on you. bsd x reader

gender: gender neutral

type: headcanons

characters: dazai, chuuya, and atsushi

warnings: lowercase writing, creepy men, mention of drinking, all characters are over 18!

๋࣭ ⭑ osamu dazai 🩹

doesn't blame others for hitting on you. he compliments you all the damn time.

your used to walking into work and run into dazai, who is always complimenting your looks<\3

even on the way to work you've had many compliment you. you can never go one day without having someone saying something about your outfit.

it was cute and kind at first, but overtime you've started to feel uncomfortable...all these eyes on you, this compliments left and right?

it was overwhelming for you, and dazai popped the bubble when he once again complimented you.

"dazai- stop! okay, i get it! you don't need to keep telling me!"

cue the eyebrow raise.

"i'm only speaking the truth!"

"yeah, too much if it!"

thats the day he found out you weren't the biggest fan of compliments. once or twice, okay thank you, repeating it five times over, okay bye.

one evening, you and dazai were in the bar located under the agency, having a few drinks before you part ways and you head home while dazai...wandered somewhere else where.

however, plans were cut short when a man who looked around to be in his late 20's stumbled in, reaking already of alcohal.

he took a stool from beside you and sat on it, watching you. dazai was gone, he was in the bathroom when this man walked in, so you were left with him.

"hey there, cutie~" the man leaned more toward you.

you didn't look at him, and played with the rim of your glass.

"nice outfit you have there~ love the view of the legs~ how about you show more of it~"

you shivered, feeling his fingers trace up and down your thigh. you tried to pull away from him, but he followed you.

suddenly, dazai walked back out and you instantly felt relieved.

"sorry, sir~ but i already have someone taking me home.." you stood up, the creep watching yoi walk toward dazai and wrap an arm around his own...which caused him to freeze.

"y-y/n?-"

you eyed the man.

dazai made an "o" shape, before clearing his throat.

"is-is something wrong, dear?"

you shook your head, smiling to yourself.

"no babe, now come on! i'm tried, take me home!"

dazai knew you were faking, but his soft pink blush was indeed real.

as you both walked past the man, you kicked his chair leg, causing him to fall to the floor.

as you and dazai walked out the door and took a turn, you pulled away from him and sighed dramatically, "ugh, i hate drunk people..well, drunk people who are creeps.." you shiver.

dazai chuckled, "that trick you pulled? smart way to get away from creeps like that man...however, your lucky i'm your friend, otherwise i would have said i wasn't your partner~"

you roll your eyes, "whatever...i'm going home. call me if ya' need something.."

and dazai watched you walk off, turning on his heels to walk the opposite way. his arms over his hand and a smirk decorated his face.

๋࣭ ⭑ chuuya nakahara 🍷

both of you get compliments for your outfits.

chuuya gives a soft nod while you speak verbally, "thank you!"

he's used to random people complimenting him, but you were different.

sure, it was nice and stuff, but over and over again, regarding your looks and body? eh, you don't know how to feel.

chuuya would also compliment you, but since he's your best friend, you felt more comfortable.

you explained to him, when this feeling starting to form, that when other people compliment you, it makes you feel awkward.

he understood and also took the compliments down a peg.

"i just..don't like all the attention!"

he nods, "that's okay. the spotlight isn't for all to enjoy.."

timesmkip to a couple of weeks later.

work was okay.

the compliments from people died down when yoh started to not care so much about what you wore, much to chuuya's demise.

he told you don't need to hide your entire body, but also understood why you do it, and doesn't push it.

that was, until one night was anncouned a party night, for some sort of port mafia achivement?

or maybe it was all for kicks..

you and chuuya left the group, not honestly caring what they're missing out.

half of it was probably postponed because elise wouldn't wear the dress moir bought for her for over 1000$.

so, you both decided to have a few drinks together by the bar closest to where you live.

you ordered yours, and he ordered his drink and couple hours went by.

laugher, talking, and jokes fell upon those hours.

however, the hour you planned to leave a guy around your age stumbled into the bar.

you instantly felt his eyes on you, and you felt your stomach drop. he sat right beside you while chuuya was on the other side.

they guy didn't see him, and instantly spoke to you.

"hey there, cutie~ whats a attractive sweetie doing here all alone late at night~?"

he spoke, his breath stinks, but you couldn't say anything when you felt him lean in closer to you.

chuuya watched, his hand clutching his glass, but he didn't want to cause a scene..yet.

he glared daggers at the man, but he didn't notice.

"what's a sad, single loser doing in a bar all alone? are you that sad you need alcohal to find another purposein life,l-?" you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink.

suddenly, you felt the man grab your wrist and pull the drink down, leaning close to your ear-

he licks his lips, "mm you're a fiesty one? that's okay~ it just makes you more hotter~ how about you come back home with me, i'll be able to make you feel real ho-"

before chuuya could step in and knock gravity out of his existance, his scream of pain caused him to stop.

you grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back and slammed his head to the table, standing up from your seat and gripped his hair.

"not to burst your bubble, but i'm already taken~" you eyed chuuya, who blinked once..twice..

he stood from his seat, grabbed the man by the collor and pushed him to the floor, stepping on his back, keeping him down with his gravity.

"treat another person like you just did to my partner, and you'll be buried six-feet-under, ya'hear me?"

the man stuttered out an apology, chuuya letting him up and you both watched him run out the door.

you thanked chuuya for going on with the plan, saying your goodbyes.

if he had to, he would do it again

chuuya stayed to finish his drink, cursing your name when he realized he had to pay for your drink.

๋࣭ ⭑ atsushi nakajima 🐯

how could he be friends with someone has amazing as you?

he loves your aesthetic.

even he compliments you because he's just trying to be nice.

you would thank him, smiling sotftly at him and going on with yiur day.

however until one day, when he complimented you, your sighed heavily, hiding your face in your hands.

he tilts his head in confusion, rubbing your shoulder, asking what's wrong.

"y/n? are you okay?"

you sighed, "yeah! i'm fine- just...all these compliments i'm getting from strangers! it's awkward! i don't know what to say all the time and there are some people...who try to...touch me."

you mumbled the last part, atsushi nodding slowly.

he listened to you rambled and asked his he could hug you.

of course, you agreed and engulfed him in a hug.

overtime, he's died down on the compliments, wanting to respect your bounderies and not upset you.

until one night, atsushi and you finished work later then usual and the weretiger offered to walk you home.

you and him were chatting for a little bit, until you wandered past a bakery.

atsushi asked if you wanted anything, but you shaked your head and said you can wait out here for him.

there were seats in front of the door, so you sat down and waited for him.

couple minutes passed...and suddenly there was a teenager, probably the same age as atsushi and he looked...drunk.

you took out your phone and earbuds, trying your best to distract yourself.

it was working...to some extent.

the teenager noticed you, and you could smell the alcohal on him when he came close to you.

"hey baby~" he cooed at you, sitting down on the chair beside you.

you took a unnoticed deep breath and looked up at him, to frightened to move.

"look at this hot outfit your wearing~ hm, they look sooo good on you~" he giggled, rubbing his hand up and down your thigh.

you tried to kick him away, but he gripped your leg tighter.

"i think it would look better~ if it showed more of these smooth legs of yours-"

suddenly, atsushi walked out of the bakery.

"ugh, sorry y/n! the bakery was short-staffed so it took longer to gte my-"

"finally babe, your back!" you stood up, legs shaking softly and you hugged atsushi, whispering in his ear.

"we need to leave, now.."

atsushi looked at boy he didn't see at first, and glared at his drunk body.

his head was hung low and he kept giggling, "awh~ don't think about leaving so soon~"

atsushi grabbed the boy by the collor and pulled him off the ground.

"touch another stranger like that again, and you'll wish you never did." he dropped the man who was gaspong for air and scurried away, running into walls and poles.

he's on his own now...

atsushi looked abck at you, "are you okay?"

you laughed, "yeah..hey, i told you i didn't want anything.."

you pout, grabbing a bag of smal muffins.

"i know, but i thought you were hungry after today."

you smiled, thanking him.

as you both continued your walk, atsushi suddenly stops when he realized something.

DID YOU CALL HIM BABE???

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi! How are you doing? THANK YOU for opening your requests, your writing is so fricking good! I have two fic requests in mind (you can choose one if you're doing one request per person :3).

platonic Lee! Sigma Ler! Dazai (BSD.). Plot: Sigma is 'air ticklish' and cannot deal with any form of anticipation without becoming a giggly mess and Dazai is a teasing jerk who takes advantage of this. That's it, that's the request XD.

platonic OR romantic Lee! Dazai Ler! Kunikida (BSD.) Plot: Dazai is ticklish but Kunikida is not. So, Kunikida finally has something to hold over Dazai's head and thus can get him back for annoying him. Little did he know, Dazai's ticklish laugh is different (read: CUTER) than his regular laugh and Kunikida accidently makes a comment about it out loud. That comment is now something Dazai can hold over Kunikida's head!

I'm not too sure how far you are in BSD, so feel free to ignore my requests if you don't feel comfortable writing it. Have a nice day and stay safe!

EKJEKJRJKE WAA! Thank you so much, anon! I appreciate the kind words! So- unfortunately I don't know Sigma yet, so I can't do that one; but I can do the Dazai and Kunikida fic! :D It's such a cute plot and I freaking love it akjejrkaejkrjaejrk I hope you like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @t-wordiiish @rachi-roo

“Oi.” A finger tasered his side, making Dazai shoot up in his seat with a yelp. “Stay focused.”

“I am! I am focused- I just…” Dazai huffed some upon meeting Kunikida’s eyes, turning back to his desk with a small pout. “I’m so boooored~ It’s all paperwork! And you won’t let me have my headphones-”

“Cause you spend the entire day dancing around the office and singing.”

“Hey- I raise the office morale with my incredible performances.”

“If by morale you mean headache risk, then sure.”

“GAH! My heart!” Dazai clutched his chest dramatically before falling against his desk, face down and slightly twitching.

“Paperwork. Now.” Kunikida went behind him, giving his ribs a quick tickle before heading out, leaving Dazai shooting up with a startled laugh.

“Mm…I’ll get you back, Doppo. That’s a promise.”

~~~

Dazai wasn’t kidding around either. He was determined to get Kunikida back.

Since the discovery of his…weakness, Kunikida had been adamant on using it against Dazai everyday. Not doing his paperwork? A poke to the ribs. Explaining his elaborate plan for his newest suicide attempt? Cut off with fingers against his neck. Singing and having a grand ol’ time? A squeeze to the thigh that nearly took him to the pearly gates.

Granted, he really shouldn’t have been dancing on the desk…

The point is- Kunikida was being a tyrant, and Dazai was gonna find a way to break him down!

“Hehehehe, this should work just fine…” The bandaged man grinned as he laid out his trap- like a carrot to the rabbit, he’d lure Kunikida in and attack! “Try to resist this, Kuni. Hehehe~”

~~~ “Where is that moron? First he bails on paperwork, then he has the audacity to dance on my desk-” Kunikida’s mutterings came to a halt when his eyes landed on a particular book lying across the coffee table. “Is that…no way!”

But it was! Upon the table was a brand new notebook! Pristine and shiny- untouched by other’s ideals and just waiting for Kunikida to sink his pen into! It was even by his favorite notebook creator- this had to be for him, yes? Oh how he wanted to touch it…

Just as quickly as it came, his excitement was snuffed out- replaced by suspicion. Was it really for him? Sure- he may be the only one to use notebooks for his ability, but that didn’t mean no one else had purpose for them. He shouldn’t be so bold.

….Surely just admiring it wouldn’t hurt, right?

Giving in to his weakness, he came over to the table, studying the craft with careful eyes. Oh, it was so beautiful! Wrapped in plastic to keep from dirtying and oh so lovely! With that- surely he could touch it? He reached out and…

“HA!” Dazai all but yelled from behind, latching onto Kunikida’s waist and digging in. “Gotcha! Gotcha gotcha gotcha! You can’t escape…me.” The brunette blinked. Why wasn’t Kunikida laughing? He pressed into ribs, wiggled his hands against his belly and sides, even pinched his hip! How…

Looking up slowly, he met Kunikida’s raised eyebrow with a sheepish grin. “H-Hello there. How are you today, Kuni?”

“Fine. Yourself?” Kunikida turned in his arms, gently taking Dazai by the shoulders as he forced him back into the couch. Dazai stiffened some, eyes wide as he leaned away. “You look nervous.”

“Oh no- no, not at ahahhall-” Dazai scrunched some with a giggle as the thumb closest to his collarbone massaged circles into his skin, already ticklish. “Dohohoho you like yoohohohur presehehehnt?”

“Oh, so it is for me? I’d say I appreciate the gift if it weren’t so obviously a trap.” The thumb on his otherside began to swirl, making Dazai scrunch up further, his giggle fits increasing. “Did you really think that would work? I believe I’ve told you before I’m not ticklish.”

“Thahahhahat’s buhuhuhuhuhuhuhull! I sthihihihihihll behehehhet you ahahahhahre- ahhhehehahah wahhahhait whahahahhait!” Dazai leaned back further when fingers began tracing his neck, his shoulders all the way up to his ears as he kicked. “Dohohohohon’t not my neehhehehheck!”

“Is it too ticklish for you, Dazai?” Kunikida smirked as he dropped his hands, giving the other a chance to breathe. “Very well then. I’ll skip your neck.”

“Whahahit reahahahally? Cause I don’t mih-Hhehehehehhehehehehehhehehehend!” Dazai shot up with a proper squeal when his ribs were assaulted from the front, ten fingers finding all the soft spots of his torso as they scratched and scribbled against them. “Aheahhahahhahaha, Kuhuuhuhuhnikihhihihihiihda! Gheahahahhaha, it tiihiihihihihckles!”

“That’s kind of the point.” The poet almost laughed himself, shaking his head as Dazai squirmed and giggled beneath him. Wait- what did he say earlier?

With a curious hand, he swept it up and tickled Dazai’s neck some more.

“AHEHAHAHAHAHHA!” A snort squeal shot out of his lips as Dazai attempted to curl up, falling sideways on the couch as he swatted at Kunikida’s hands. The laugh he let out was startling cute- soft and deep; rich with genuine glee as the brunette turtled up. “KUUHUUHHUNIKIHIIHIIHIDA!”

Oh right- he was still tickling. “Yes?”

“PLEHAHAHAHHHASE!”

“And thank you?”

“YOU KNHOOHOHOW WHAHHAHAHT I MEHAHHAHHAN!”

“Do I really?” He snuck a hand beneath his armpit, making the brunette wheeze into near silent laughter. “Come on- speak up. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”

“eheheheheHAHAHAHHAHA!” The sound came back when Kunikida removed his hand, returning it to Dazai’s waist and kneading gently. “STahhahahaap tiihiihihickling mehehehhehe!”

“Heh. Very well. I suppose you’ve learned your lesson.” Kunikida gave him one last scritch against his neck before pulling his hands back, watching Dazai slump. He looked so defeated- it was rather…

“Adorable.” Kunikida found himself saying outloud.

“Huh?” Dazai blinked, face red as he stared up at Kunikida. The poet felt his own flush a rivaling color, stiffening up at what just came out of his mouth. “Wait- Kuni-”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You just called me-”

“No! That was the wind.”

“You think I’m adorable! Is that why you always tickle me?” Dazai didn’t look alarmed anymore. If anything, he was grinning from ear to ear, eyes sparkling. “I knew you loved my antics! I knew it! No wonder you’ve been playing with me more recently!”

“H-Hush your mouth! I most certainly do not!” Kunikida twisted away, willing his face to cool. He was this close to getting away too! “Your antics are ridiculous and your behavior is that of a child! I find you annoying!”

“Say it to my face then, Kuni~”

The poet turned to do just that, but found the words stuck in his throat at the cheshire grin Dazai was wearing. “Oh, you son of a- GAH!” He turned to leave, marching out of the sitting area of the office.

A few seconds later, he came back, collecting the notebook.

“I’m keeping this. It’s my payment for the stress you give me.” He grunted before leaving again, Dazai’s childlike laughter following him out.

Dang…even his laugh is adorable.

Bastard.

Thanks for reading!

[transsexualgriffith]

3 about berk and also if youve seen any bad Dostoevsky takes, 7 +17 for bsd, 22 berk ❤️

lord I forgot to do this. luckily you haven't answered the ask I sent you either, so I think we're even.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

oh god on tumblr?? it's not that tumblr isn't still brimming with bad berserk takes, but I am fairly good at evading those, and besides if I wanted some truly terrible berserk analysis, I could simply go on reddit. I think "the ideal culmination of their arcs would be for guts and casca to become king and queen of midland" is, well, I've certainly never heard that one before, but I find it more funny than offensive, and truly bad takes are the ones that feel like the story is purposely being misread to fuel downright dehumanising ways of thinking; so you know what I'm giving this to the racist fyodor x reader blog that talked abt how fyodor would never lower himself to selling his body and then basically went "(like that whore griffith from berserk)" which I still think is one of the most maddening things I've witnessed. perhaps not a berserk specific take, but a tumblr moment if I've ever seen one. ofc if we were talking outside of tumblr I'd have much worse things to show for. you truly got anything from misogyny posting to to blaming people for their csa out there (its a beautiful world), but tbh one of my favourites is the "guts left bcs he was trying to escape griffiths clutches". dostoevsky I'm not sure I can think of anything particularly outrageous, you must understand the true opponent of dostoevskyblr isn't the bad takes its the people trying to disguise tiktok poetry as quotes

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

okay to start off with I don't think there's a single character in bsd that I truly hate: asagiri is too good of a character writer for this and I think the few that I do feel some disdain towards or find myself unintrested in could still be brought closer to me if asagiri could please get back to writing shoujo-esque character driven party conflicts and novels, instead of playing powerscaling with the 5th dimension. unfortunately i think the worst fanon treatment is that of my favourite characters. would be alot easier if I hated them.

i guess chuuya could almost be counted here, because although I very much like chuuya, he used to. basically be my favourite character (??) which honestly baffles me and I cannot quite understand why, but then again, that was many years ago when bsd was in a very different state, both story and fandom wise. I really don't want to look at much of fanon chuuya content and don't find him outstandingly interesting, but I will acknowledge that it is quite fruitless to complain chuuya should get so much attention even though he's "a side character" when we have asagiri to thank for two chuuya centric light novels with the approximate page count of les miserables.

i also do not really like kōyō and find the girlboss mafioso thing very weird and off putting, but it sucks to say this because there are also alot of people who clearly judge her through the misogynistic lense.

and I think everyone should shut the fuck up about mori and talk about something else. I like mori, but I actually find it quite exhausting how even when you're amongst mori likers they can never ever turn down the morality discourse, enough! I don't care what he is he's not real can we like actually talk abt his role in the story in a meaningful way. please.

this question should've been abt ships tbh fanon sskk is going to make me blast myself into the sun.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

shibusawa content..............my woman!? I swear to god the bsd fandom is four times the size of what it was when I got here (and mind you bsd was never that underground) and yet the fic count has gone up by like ten. and I have likely seen dead apple more than any other living person so I know how bad of a movie it is (though i think you are truly missing out on the sheer amount of homoeroticism if you do not invest in it even a little bit) but no one can deny how visually appealing shibusawa's character design is, so it is crazy to me that people aren't more eager to draw her. I've also never forgiven tiktok for what they did to dazatsu. we used to have it all in like 2017. we were pioneers. but overall I don't feel unsatisfied with fan content for bsd, it's always been expansive.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

i don't know if I have a good answer for this, just because berserk is so extremely appraised that it never feels like there’s a part of canon left untalked about, but I do know that my love for the black swordsman arc far surpasses that of the average berserk fan, and though I see it discussed often enough there really isn't any fanfic or something of the sort focusing on that period in time, which is rather sad for me bcs I think guts cringfail pursuit of femto is very funny. I also just have always liked millennium falcon, and don't feel like others particularly care for the inner workings of the kushan regime, or mule, or the ganishka conflict as a whole which I think is pretty lit. the cosmology lore in those chapters is much more compelling than whatever guts has going on in mage world.

[angellesword]

against popular opinion, i don't feel that soobin should not not go to JK. At the end of the day, he is still is. He may be a bad business man, or a bad best friend, but he didn't seem that bad of a dad in chapter 11. Let's not forget that the old JK isn't completely dead. He is very much alive; just hidden under layers of regret, guilt, remorse and of course, never ending debt. All he needs is a trigger to break out. It doesn't intentionally mean getting together with OC. It could even start with getting a good paying job and some therapy. He could pretty much build on top of that.

That said, Soobin doesn't have to leave OC either. They(or she? not quite sure) grew him up so they have all the right too. So all in all, I feel they should co-parent him with Jungkook, and involve Jangmin if needed.

Yet, I do not believe my opinion to be worth agreeing with. It is extremely controversial so I understand if you don't but know that I respect yours too <3

In the end, I feel there are still many storylines yet to unfold. Secrets of the past, confusion of the present and fears of the future. All we can do is wait :))

PS: I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU <333333 I NOTICED YOU'VE BEEN POSTING MORE OFTEN SO THANK YOU FOR THAT BUT DON'T FORGET TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO. SIT DOWN, HAVE SOME WATER AND TAKE IT SLOW :33

Ps: this is my first ask ever and I'm so excited lyk eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 😁

THIS.IS.THE.MOST.ON.POINT take on JK’s character. i said before that this is a soukoku fanfic where JK is originally Dazai Osamu of bsd (and it just makes sense that his personality is like this without me having to explain it. [[the contrast in comments i receive regarding baggage!jk and baggage!dazai are glaring. in baggage!jk i often get ask about you guys being unhappy with JK (and i get it. he’s frustrating) but i do believe his reactions are natural considering what he went through (not the pseudo-cheating/cheating tho)

meanwhile, the comments i get about baggage!dazai are mostly them saying they understand and that he is bound to react like that because he is wired like that canonically.

JK (dazai) is enigmatic and is hiding his true emotions under many many layers of his bandages. <<yes in bsd world, the canon dazai osamu wears bandages all over his body on a daily basis>> and whenever i write a chapter, i have to delete some scenes when i am converting it into a JJK one, so i guess this is on me. (in my defense, the deleted scenes are only fit to dazai’s personality>> but the JK i am striving to show in baggage!jk is someone who has given up about his previous roles in life after multiple failures: being a friend, a lover, and a businessman. ((one cannot force that this shouldn’t happen. we all have different ways to cope with failures and it just happens that JK’s reaction is to stop trying. is this right? perhaps, perhaps not. we cannot give one correct answer especially if we didn’t get to experience what he went through))

but in the latest chapters, we see him trying to reclaim what he lost before. (baby steps that some people might find boring.) we have to know that JK lost so many things, but being a father is not something he lost—it’s something he only discovered recently. (let’s see how he’d do and we can judge after)

i’ve some time this week, so i am racking my brains to see how i can finally reveal what happened to JK in the past and how to make the scenes unfold as naturally as possible. :)

finally, thank you for this ask and telling me your opinion. i really love interacting with you guys like this. makes me all giddy and warm inside heheh love you dear anon ❤️

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hii!! May I get a matchup for bsd, sk8 the infinity, and the legend of Zelda ?? :3 if that's too many feel free to get rid of one or two, I don't mind <3

Name ; Schneider

Pronouns ; he/it (I use a lot of neopronouns but I feel like that's a bit too overboard for a matchup ^^)

Sexuality ; Pansexual (no pref for gender), cupioromantic (a person who wants a romantic relationship, but rarely feels romantic attraction.)

Zodiac ; Scorpio

Appearance ; I have short black and blue hair in a sort of jellyfish haircut, I'm concerningly underweight (anemia + anorexia), I have brown eyes and dark circles </3, I love dressing up in frilly monotone clothing but due to the lack of money and how expensive that shit is I usually don't get to :(

Personality ; I don't speak unless spoken to, even around people I'm close with, so I'm often very quiet. I'm not shy though, I can keep a conversation going very well once someone starts one. I have major trust issues so it takes a while to get close to people. I love taking care of animals because it makes me feel like I'm needed by someone (sorry for being so depressing 😭), I have trouble showing emotions through facial expression or tone of voice so I often look either really bored or irritated (and sometimes I am, but not always), I'm a bit of a control freak, I'm accidentally judgemental without realizing it, I'm so so sleepy all the time 24/7 there's never been a time where I wasn't sleepy in the past 10 years

Likes ; The cold, animals, winter, writing, kaomojis (໒꒰ྀི >ヮ<꒱ྀི১, ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১, ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა), angel food cake, collecting random things (pens, feathers, dolls, magazines, lip balms, etc.), Photography, astrology, pretty people (everyone), tea, hoarding fashion magazines, bows, flowers, psychology, philosophy, rain, mist/fog, the ocean, H.P Lovecraft, shopping, sugar gliders (animal), laying on the floor, being on open water, sleeping, children, the sensation of heavy bass

Dislikes ; Warm weather, sour things, basketball, chalk, open spaces, mess, the feeling of wood, itchy fabric/wool, sand, loud noises, being late, simplicity, amusement/theme parks, meditation, math, getting lost, riddles, wind chimes, super bright things, politics, drama, fire, heights, bird watching, documentaries, road trips, alcohol, escape rooms, eating noises

Hobbies ; sleeping (surprise), gardening, writing, photography, making dollhouses

Extra ; Due to an eye injury I got a few years ago I have really bad depth perception and often walk into things not realizing they were right in front of me, I smell like raspberry orange cake, I drop everything I hold, fashion enthusiast

Hi Schneider! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Bungo Stray Dogs, I match you with...

You and Atsushi are very similar in that you’re both more on the quiet side and want to feel needed. This means you’re able to support each other in ways other people can’t.

Atsushi is a lot more open with his emotions compared to you, but this difference doesn’t cause problems. He’s very in tune with people's emotions, even if they don’t outwardly display them so he usually has some idea of how you’re feeling.

Since you both want to feel needed and have some trust issues, you’ll both place a lot of trust in each other. Where other people may not understand or be unable to help, you’re usually able to have each other’s backs.

There is a lot of drama to be had when the Armed Detective Agency is involved but Atsushi will do what he can to keep you away from and out of it as much as possible. There’s only so much he can do though.

I think Atsushi would really enjoy gardening. He’d find it peaceful, and it gives a nice sense of doing something small to make the world a better place.

In Sk8 the Infinity, I match you with...

Reki is one of the best people to have around if you’re clumsy. He’s always getting into accidents with his skateboard, so he’s got into the habit of carrying around antiseptic and Band-Aids everywhere he goes, just in case.

He’s a very expressive person but gets along with everyone, regardless of how open they are with emotion. Just look at him and Langa. Langa wasn’t the most openly emotional at the beginning of the series but that didn’t stop Reki from befriending him.

No need to worry about getting lost with Reki around. He’s skated all over town and knows every backstreet like the back of his hand.

Always on the lookout for things you can add to your collections. He’s got a sharp eye for those things and loves being able to give them to you so he can watch your reaction.

Whether it’s a cool rock he accidentally skated over (and ended up needing to use some of those Band-Aids), a bottlecap from his drink at lunch, or a plush toy he won at an arcade, he likes gifting you thinks that he hopes remind you of him.

In Legend of Zelda, I match you with...

While you and Link share a lot of similarities, you also have quite a lot of differences. And it’s those differences that make your relationship work so well.

There’s no need to worry about your trust issues with Link around. He’s one of the easiest people to trust in Hyrule and for good reason to. This guy will do everything in his power to make sure you never feel betrayed by him.

I see Link as someone who would enjoys shopping with you. He’s got a good eye for thinks you might like and an even better eye for discounts and sales. He’s also happy to carry any bags you have.

While he’s not super messy, I do see Link as someone who tends to just put things down wherever instead of back where they came from. This can sometimes lead to mess but he’s always happy to tidy things up if they get out of hand.

He knows you can be clumsy so he’s starting to develop a sixth sense to know when you’re likely to bump into or trip over something. He always has bandages and healing potions on hand just to be sure.

[caffiene-fueled-fuckery]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you!

1. My cat, Peeky, is an emotional support animal for me certified by a medical professional, which allows him to stay with me at uni in my dorm. I’m a fifth year student, but I’m a Don (the equivalent of an RA but we don’t call it that for some reason) so I still live in residence and watch over/mentor a group of 42 first-year students. It can get real stressful on top of school and mental health issues so having Peeky there with me makes me so so happy. He’s a baby menace but he’s still a baby!

2. I have a fairly popular series for Bungo Stray Dogs on AO3 and the love and support I get on it when I get the time to update (which is scarce lately I’m so sorry guys) just makes me day. The commenters are so lovely and it just gives me motivation to keep writing. I’m on the third book out of four in the series so I’ll keep on truckin!

3. In the summer I started taking medication for my ADHD and it has made a world of a difference for me. A lot of my mental health issues were secondary symptoms of my ADHD so not only am I happier and less anxious, I’m actually a functioning member of society! For the most part. My family and friends have noticed a difference and I feel like I’ve finally come out of this haze I’ve been in for the better part of a decade and it’s so freeing. I still have bad days obviously but I’m now having more good than bad. And I’m so genuinely happy for the first time in years. I’m proud of myself.

4. It’s my fall reading week so I got to come home and see my Dad, step-mom, and my dog!! I’ve missed them all so much and it’s been so nice just to have some time off of school and work. I didn’t get to see my little sister bc she doesn’t get a fall reading week for some reason but I’ll see her soon I hope!

5. I’ve found communities for my two hyperfixations! I’ve found my MASH peeps here on Tumblr as well as some BSD friends. Most of the BSD community I interact with on Instagram but I’ve been pretty inactive there since I got into MASH. I don’t love BSD any less though! Season 4 and 5 both this year for amazing and I loved every episode. Plus, my sunshine boy got his time in the spotlight so that made it even better!! We love Kenji in this house!! But anyway, the point is that the friends I’ve made through both the MASH and BSD fandoms make me so happy!! Especially the ones I made through having a mutual favourite character in Father Mulcahy and Kenji, respectively. I met y’all either on Tumblr or in AO3 comments since I wrote for both fandoms and you are all just so amazing and I’m so happy to have met you all so just… thank you 💛

Wow that was a rant. Sorry y’all 😅

[head-empty-just-sigma]

You get so many good questions about bsd and you have so many good theories that got me thinking a bit after reading your description of the book! I haven't gotten that far on the manga but do you think if you write in the book to bring back someone who is gone/dead does it work ?

omg thank you 🥰 i’m glad i was able to give you something to think about too!

another long answer but this was really interesting to think about!

so as far as writing a person into the book, i’m not sure if it would work like that. (a bit of a spoiler ahead depending on where you are but it already happened in season 4) there is a character who was introduced in chapter 72 who was apparently made by the book 3 years ago, out of nowhere. however, a lot of people think that the character was actually just a normal person and the book only gave them amnesia so they would forget who they were and thus create a ‘new person’. i honestly believe that theory does have some ground to stand on given writing an entire human being into something like the book could be difficult, and a lot of people have been theorizing on the person’s identity, and a lot of them make sense! to write a person coming back to life i think might be even more difficult since the death would have to be rewritten in the book to have never happened, meaning there would need to be a narratively consistent reason for the death to have not happened, or else there could be 2 different versions of that person in the same world and i’m pretty sure that goes against the rules of like, life or something… not to mention, the book would need to effect every person who knows about the death and make them forget it happened or change their memories, which is not something we see the book do even in the current arcs, we only see it change people’s perception of current reality and not the past, since people are able to remember things they have already experienced even if they are effected by something written in the book.

tldr: i think rewriting death would be too complicated due to the book’s ‘narrative consistency’ rule :) unless you make a whole new reality, that is (thinking of Beast & Odasaku)

[elf-osamu]

Hello, I just discovered your blog, I like your way of writing, well, I would like to ask you for some poe headcanons. [romantic relationship], male reader. any pronoun!, if it weren't too much trouble. (sorry in advance if I have not specified well), thanks.

hi! first of all, thank you <3. second, i tried to insert pronouns but in the end i didn't use specific prns because i find difficult to put them in hcs, i'm sorry. but if you prefer it to be explicit that the reader uses any pronouns, tell me and i'll edit this, it won't be a problem/srs. anyway, i hope you like it <3

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HEADCANONS: EDGAR ALLAN POE AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

[ masterlist ]

fluff, romantic relationship, edgar allan poe (bsd) x male!reader, no specific pronouns used

warning(s) : none ! it's just not proofread.

words count : 1,053... yeah (i think i got carried away a little too much......)

plot : “headcanons about poe being your boyfriend”

[ ☆ ] this man clearly needs words of affirmation. imo edgar has low self-esteem, he hasn't a good image of himself, so having a partner who makes him feel loved through reassuring words like, for example, frequent “i love you”s would give him so much serotonin.

[ ☆ ] and quality time is a must ! he loves spending time with a trusted person, talking about each other's passions and exchanging all kinds of information. he wants to know everything about you: what you like and dislike, what you adore and what you hate, what makes your eyes sparkle with joy and what makes you sink into sadness.

[ ☆ ] edgar secretly takes inspiration from you to write some characters in his books <3. to him, you are a great, wonderful person, he admires you so much (but he doesn't idolize you. at first you could think so, but after knowing him you'll understand that edgar genuinely views you as a good person and as a human being who can make mistakes and who is... well, human), and so he wants to ‘capture’ all of your aspects and put them into different characters of his.

[ ☆ ] ^ sometimes, if he feels comfortable enough, he'll ask your opinion on his writing. not without doubts, tho.

he's entering in your living room, sweaty and nervous, with his hands wrapped around paper sheets full of his elegant handwriting, about to ask you something.

he rarely shares his manuscripts with someone, as if that meant revealing to others a part of himself that he would rather hide.

edgar used his writing almost only to trap his enemies when he was in the guild, or to try to ‘defeat’ ranpo (mainly for this reason, actually). however, his heart, deep down, knew how much he loved writing, regardless of why he did it.

writing means being able to give life to one's imagination, creating new worlds where one can immerse oneself, and rest from the harsh, cruel reality; one can let their mind wander indefinitely, without worrying about the outside world.

when you entered his life, the inspiration came back in a flash, him finally able to write again for his own pleasure.

and now, after sleepless nights spent writing like a damned soul while karl was resting on his shoulder, he's in front of you with messy hair and a white pallor on his face.

you are laying down on the couch, reading a book as always. his restlessness seems to disappear: edgar can only admire your gaze immersed in reading, your lips forming a sweet smile, one he adores. he forgets the reason why he wanted to talk to you, he doesn't want to disturb that peace, and it isn't a problem for him. seeing you serene, as if all of your worries are gone, it's a calming and reassuring sight.

after a while, your fingers move again to go to another page, but it's in this moment that you notice your boyfriend.

a wave of guilt runs through you. how long did he stand there, not wanting to bother you?

“darling, uh... i'm sorry i didn't realize you were here” you cough, embarassed by your carelessness, and you sit to make room for your partner.

a soft smile appears on the lips of your lover, while he sits down next to you.

“it's all right, my dear. not to disturb you was my choice” he gently replies.

you slightly blush, his ways are always attentive to you.

looking at him more carefully, you notice that his hands are holding scribbled sheets of paper and his fingers are stained in black ink. edgar is tired, there are two dark shadows under his eyes and it seems that he is having a hard time staying awake.

you frown. “do you want to talk about something? you seem exhausted, did something happen?”.

at your words, he seems to return to reality.

“oh, right” he clears his throat and looks down at the paper sheets. “i... wrote a story. i spent many days - and nights - to write this, and i thought that hearing a... uh, another opinion would have been better, instead of just relying on my own judgment. you like reading, so i believed it would be a good idea to ask you”.

he looks away, not wanting you to see his red cheeks, and passes you his writings.

you grin as you feel your chest warm up. “thank you. i'm honored to read your manuscript”.

“don't make a fool of me” he replies, blushing again.

your answer is sincere, but you can understand why he doesn't think so.

you put aside his writings and take his hands in yours, rubbing your thumbs on his knuckles.

“edgar, poe, my love... i'm not joking. i've heard how much effort you put into everything you do, especially your stories. i can only be glad that i have the opportunity to read them”.

he slowly nods, finally believing in your words. then he starts yawning, his head slowly setting on your shoulder. “good... now, i think i'll take a nap... only for a couple of minutes... yeah...” and he suddenly falls into a deep sleep.

you sigh. he should think more about his health.

you stroke his back and start whispering in a worried but apprehensive tone: “just, please, take care of yourself. i know how much you love writing, but you can't treat yourself this way”.

[ ☆ ] if you are into literature too, he will scream (figuratively or literally, it's up to you). edgar loves talking about books, plot twists, character developments etc., and analysing all of these things with his partner would be lovely.

[ ☆ ] ^ if you're also a writer, god, he'll think that you're trying to seduce him... and well, this is your intent, isn't it?/j.

[ ☆ ] edgar prefers to spend his time at home, away from prying eyes and large crowds. however, he would make an exception if he were to go to the bookstore or library... with you, of course.

[ ☆ ] do his makeup and paint his nails (i would highly recommend black nail polish)!! he already looks like a nineteenth-century pirate writer (well... he is technically a nineteenth-century writer), and beside this, i know he wears makeup. so, he'd love to let his partner do it.

[ ☆ ] and if you want, he'll do the same to you <3

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[ do not copy, translate, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

[kyuus4ku]

RYLEY THIS TOOK A WHILE TO SEND BC I CANT EXPLAIN THINGS-

so may I request a scenario with akutagawa and lingering kisses? where the reader & aku are just so close to sharing a kiss (like, noses touching close) but neither actually do (yet? 👀) bc they’re both afraid of different things (with aku maybe it’s bc he’s in pm + starting a relationship & with reader maybe it’s rejection? your choice rlly) I don’t mind whether they do kiss or not @ the end ^^

I just love how well you write descriptively & how u write emotions 😊 please please please feel free to change it up a lil if you feel the need to. I don’t mind if it’s not aku either, tho I’d prefer it to be a bsd man.

tell me if it doesn’t make sense (T-T )

𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟

akutagawa ryunosuke

genre: scenario ; fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2.2K

a/n: MSJDSN dw sweetheart you explained it perfectly! i love this idea so so much. thank you for your kind words and for also giving me the privilege to write this 💫 praying i got your request right ahhh rlly hope you like this mei <3

The cool evening was aging into an even colder night, contrasting with the way the steamy wisps of smoke drew themselves out in emanation from the cup of hot herbal tea set on the table before him. Ever since you were introduced into his life, he liked sitting in the dining room, but that was only because he was accompanied by you— your presence was always a blessing, and the absence of it was now a curse.

Well, temporary curse actually. He raised his gaze to the clock pinned on the wall ahead of him, eyes assuming a sparkle of what he recently found out to be anticipation— you should be walking through the door to greet him any minute now.

The weather outside was decent, diametrically contrasting the weather from just a few days ago. Typically, Akutagawa disliked reminiscence— it was just a gateway to hell; it just reminded him that not every moment he'd long to cling onto for the rest of his life could stay in his possession forever, even though moments as such were rare for a boy like him.

But since that day, he figured that if he had a good memory to recall, there'd be more where that came from. There had to be, right? It wasn't sheer hopefulness— he knew better than to depend on such a flimsy concept. However, staying connected to a source of hope seemed to be a little more promising than hoping on something his eyes couldn't quite visualise even with the sharpest of imaginations, something his fingertips couldn't quite grasp onto since blind optimism didn't really offer anything tactile.

He couldn't dismiss the satisfaction his torpefied soul reaped from your company any longer, especially ever since you had started making him feel things he never knew he was capable of feeling. Whether it was your presence which gave him a type of solace that got him through sleepless nights, or the beamy smile you flashed at him whenever you caught him staring at you absentmindedly, Akutagawa knew this was right where he wanted to be.

It took him one specific stranger he had bumped into at the local coffeeshop to realise that the part of him he kept most concealed was the part of him still alive.

So there he was, seated alone with his thoughts, finally allowing himself to reacquaint his mind with thoughts of the past— specifically, a few months ago. Thinking about that specific night constituted to the unfurling of colourful memories like paint-filled dynamite on the canvass of his mind. Nothing really magical per se— just... very, very unorthodox for someone who didn't know the difference between approval that was garnered from blood, sweat, and tears, and kindness that was entitled to every human being.

It was raining fiercely. Thunderous clouds exchanged streaks of light with each other to exhibit an overawing view altogether. His gaze was fixed on the angry sky, but his ears took in every word tumbling out of your lips like a golden waterfall.

That's how he interpreted it at least, and it was pretty uncharacteristic of the boy who expertly picked out at anyone's flaw to dampen their value to him. It was sort of a preparatory measure, so that he wouldn't be totally miffed when their flaws suddenly emerged in their raw, ugly forms only to disappoint him.

Not that he let a lot of people stick around long enough to show their true colours though. Even so, as much as he'd hate to admit it, you were an exception.

You sat next to him, wingback chairs providing very little alleviation to your stiffened muscles after a long day. As much as he appreciated the periods of quietude you shared, he liked listening to you. It wasn't one-sided either.

If you spoke about things he had an opinion about, he wouldn't hesitate to cut you off just to insert his views. You never got annoyed when he disagreed with you or started rambling to the brink of losing his point. You were more grateful for the fact that he was actually speaking to you, because for a reclusive person, he sure had a lot more to his personality that anyone would imagine.

"That's really not how it works," he proclaimed with confidence.

"Oh, so you're not supposed to be okay if someone cuts in line to get a cup of coffee? What am I supposed to do? Put up a fight?"

"Sure."

"Akutagawa!"

"You were there first."

"Okay, but what if they were in a hurry?" you asked, sipping on the glass of bourbon in your hands. You couldn't help but smile at how headstrong he was about such a simple thing.

"It's not your problem if they're irresponsibly tardy."

"Yeah, but a kind act goes a long way," you sneered.

He scoffed.

"You're just giving them an excuse to continue being the scatterbrained scum that they are," he reasoned, harsh words said in such a calm tone.

"Scatterbrained scum, huh?" you glanced at his direction, shaking your head with an amused grin on your face. "That's a... strong term."

"Am I wrong?" he asked, meeting your gaze with a shrewd expression, as if he had already won the 'debate.'

You laughed. He frowned.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing," you grinned sweetly. "I was in the middle of telling you about this crazy thing that happened this morning but you seemed more concerned with the 'scatterbrained scum' that came in my way."

"Well, someone had to point it out."

You shut your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose, soft chortles escaping your lips with ease. His lips quirked into what would easily qualify as a smile— that is, if he tried hard enough.

"Nice sense of humour you've got there," you commented (sarcastically), eyes meeting his, which were already hung up on the features of your face— accentuated in divinity he hoped his presence would never ever demoralise. God, what made you so different? What made you so special? What did you have that he didn't?

"I wasn't joking," he replied flatly. You shook your head, rolling your eyes in dismissal.

"Alright, tough guy, let's switch topics before you plot a murder," you murmured with blithe. "I've got an interesting question for you actually."

"Go on." He wished he were better at reading signs, because he didn't know whether to expect the worst or the best out of your mouth.

"What are the likes of a person like me ending up next to a person like you?"

Hm. Unimaginable. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Unlikely, I suppose. Why do you ask?"

You took a while to respond, tapping the tip of your index finger on the corner of the armrest. "Unlikely how?"

He shrugged, eyes shying away from your piercing gaze. "I'm probably the type of person people tell you to stay away from."

You giggled lightly, earning a careful glance from him. "I wouldn't even if they told me to."

His expression lit up. Odd to think that that was the kindest statement his marred ears had ever heard.

"What? Why do you look so surprised?" you prompted, placing your glass on the coffee table next to you so you could face him, arms crossed, resting themselves on the armrest separating the two of you.

"Never heard something like that before," he muttered under his breath, eyes fixated on the way his fingers were picking at each other mindlessly. Your hand travelled to touch his cheek, reluctantly, because you didn't want to scare him. It was kind of like when you lured that wounded kitten into your grasp to treat the wound on its tiny leg and feed it bits of your food— slowly, carefully, all to win its trust so that it could be taken care of.

His face retreated from your touch by half a centimetre, but every bone in his body told him to hold still.

"Do you trust me?" You could feel your guts twist in dread as you waited for an answer you weren't sure if you were ready to hear or not. This wasn't planned— getting so close to the unsmiling guy you almost spilled coffee on a few weeks ago. None of it was. None of it was meant to be planned anyway, because if it were, you wouldn't be next to him right now. Initiating all this was just a leap of faith every strand of logic integrated in your mind was protesting against. So many things could go wrong if you left your heart in the hands of the boy who didn't know what else to do with his own.

Guess you'd never know until you actually did something about these feelings— the blossoming wildflowers crawling their way around your heart like parasitic weeds.

His eyes met yours in a type of finality you were starstruck by, as if all his ambition had finally come into full view. "I trust you."

Inching in closer, you could feel his breath hitch upon feeling the tip of your nose brush against his. Before doing anything rash, an exasperated breath of amusement departed your lips as you tipped your forehead forward to rest on his.

"Doesn't really seem like you do," you smiled, pulling away slightly to softly nudge his chin upward, just so he could keep his eyes— the honest, vulnerable ones— in your sight. He could trust you. He really wanted to. But part of him didn't want to believe you; part of him knew that something would go wrong, that something would drive you away, that something would eventually betray the amount of promise you had gracing your tone.

Still, the other part of him, the part of him persuading his lips to meet yours this very instant, knew that there was a slim chance of maybe: maybe you wouldn't leave him, maybe you'd stick around despite his past, his mistakes, and his shortcomings.

He was willing, but honestly, were you?

"Ryuu?" you whispered inquisitively. "Do you trust me?"

The question was starting to get annoyingly repetitive— of course he did. What was stopping him? What kept him from taking the path he never knew was even traversable for a hardened mafioso like him? This was a mistake. How could someone like him even dare to stand next to the likes of you?

"I do," he nodded, a sheet of thoughtfulness glazing over his dark eyes. "But I wished we weren't so different."

"Different?"

"I'm not someone you deserve."

You tilted your head.

"How do you know what I deserve?" you asked timidly, not really expecting a clear-cut answer.

Having expected a different response altogether, his eyes widened slightly.

"The blood under our skins— it's the same colour, correct?"

He nodded.

"You and I— we're both human beings, nothing more, nothing less, yes?"

He nodded, rather cluelessly actually, even though he knew exactly where you were going with this; he knew why you were throwing figures of rhetoric right at his face during such a dire moment. He was iron-willed, but by now, he understood that you were, too.

He gulped down an argument of resistance. No— he wasn't going to skip this chance. Just once, just this one time, he wasn't going to deprive himself of something he inherently wanted.

Your thumb traced soft circles on the side of his neck; your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his lips barely touch yours. To pull back or to keep going; this wasn't supposed to be this confusing. Is this what you wanted? Is this what he wanted? God, if there was a switch to turn off all the perturbing thoughts streaming through your heads like relentless swarms of dust moths, the two of you would flick it down simultaneously.

Candy-flavoured electricity crackled at the feel of his quiet breath tickling your nose. Your half-lidded eyes sparkled; his heart skipped a beat, maybe two. That was enough to incite the pressing of your lips against his with delicate will and want, your fingers wrapping themselves around the back of his neck with gentle desperation and zest.

There wasn't anything left to be afraid of, so he leaned in to kiss you back, cold hands placing themselves upon both your cheeks in a featherlike manner, as if he were scared of hurting you. His heartbeats were louder than the dubious whispers of his common sense. He couldn't really think straight, and part of him didn't really want to either.

Lightning flashed throughout the room, framing this very moment, packing it into a sacred box the two of you ultimately tied in between your hearts.

And as months withered away, Akutagawa always thought about the divergent ways his life would've continued from that day if he hadn't kissed you back. Out of all possibilities, that kiss was one in a million. And out of all the people you picked to give that kiss to, you picked him.

He still couldn't figure out how he had gotten so lucky. He wondered if he ever would.

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Things I Adore About Kunikida Doppo

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Once again, I agree very much that there’s practically so little appreciation given to him and that he’s one of the most misinterpreted and underestimated characters of the franchise. Therefore, this post is going to be fully dedicated to appreciating the littlest things about our beloved Kunikida Doppo. ❤️

As a short note, I’ll probably start by the first impression he left on me. I remember watching the first ever episode of BSD, and thinking “oh yeah there’s the clumsy MC. oh yeah there’s the mysterious and dramatically-introduced brunet. oh yeah there’s the- 😳🦋!” I have absolutely no idea why, but even the first appearance of him struck me if it makes sense? I of course didn’t think anything further about him as he was a new character after all, and it usually takes a really long time for me to internalise characters as my ‘comfort‘ character and it requires lots of readings/deeper understandings, but he was the only one that left a trace in my memories after watching the first episode and the only motive that made me continue watching the anime after a few months of break.

warnings: little mentions of anxiety/loss of a loved one

1) Dedication and Expertise

I adore his dedication and passion in whatever he does. He always has this confident aura that just indicates that he knows what he’s doing and knows what he wants, and always pushes his limits to obtain it. I love seeing his sharp and firm gaze appear in those moments of determination, both in the anime but mostly in the manga (I’ll add some examples below <3 I’ve been noticing the different types of his gazes in the manga, and this is one of them, on which I’ll hopefully write an analysis one day. also I removed the texts from the panels and cropped them so don’t worry about getting spoiled!).

That stare of his gives me more butterflies than anything else on the world.

And as for the anime, this scene is honestly the summary of what I’ve been trying to say. I remember so well the first time that I realised he didn’t shoot the men but shot the guns they held, without shedding a single drop of blood. Oh how do I even tell you… I was smitten. Just how skilled in using a gun must you be to be able to aim that well? When he says that “murder isn’t a hobby of his”, he means it and I find it extremely intriguing. That scene means that he put additional effort in his skills and practice in order to follow that rule of his, and I don’t think many people recognise how incredible that actually is. We’re all inclined to think of a character committing murder as an element of great interest, because it’s not something as widespread in real life, therefore we tend to overlook the opposite view of it, which is in my opinion just as interesting to analyse. Sadly, we are not given enough data on his past to be able to try deducing his mental state by combining it with his ideals, but I’m crossing my fingers.

The way he outwitted Akutagawa despite being extremely underadvantaged in terms of special ability is another proof of how well he is able to read the room, analyse the circumstances and make a plan as quickly as possible thanks to his past experiences and physical/intellectual expertise. (And you can actually see that determined stare of his in this clip too, when he aims at Akutagawa and cites his phrase <3.)

2) Seriousness and Sense of Responsibility

I adore how seriously he takes things, even if it’s unnecessarily serious sometimes. This is just his way of showing that he cares. It is evident that he constantly has difficulty with comfortably showing appreciation and giving praise unless he’s alone, cf. chapter 37/the end of the Guild Arc where he was supposed to acknowledge Atsushi and Kyouka’s efforts and praise them as their senior, but ended up rambling incoherently instead. Or staying next to Atsushi when he was in the hospital, all while claiming that he ‘did not care about it at all’.

Can we also talk about how big of a gentleman he is? (maybe except to Dazai ha!) He is unexpectedly good at tenderly handling children (OVA & season 3) and pets (Wan!) and it has me crying.

I love that he’s literally the monument of a good sense of responsibility. I don’t think many people realise how much of a backbone this sense of his is to the Agency because it is always coated with a comedic texture. Not to mention that this leads to him being boiled down to a two-dimensional and superficial symbol of anger, boredom and “party-pooper”, which is why I have never been a big fan of him being used solely for comedic purposes. Hopefully, season 4 will finally give him some deserved spotlight T^T.

I love how he always seeks for order, because it comforts him and helps him create a simulation of the ‘ideal’ world he has in mind. I don’t know yet what’s the origins of this obsession of his, but whether it’s because of the loss of a loved one or another kind of traumatic experience, I think that if we were able to see his eyes when he cleans up a physical or mental mess, we would witness an immense sparkle of gain of comfort and a high level of anxiety being soothed.

3) Moral Compass and Humanity

I have always said this and I still stand by it, one of the things I appreciate the most (if not the most) in Kunikida is his trustworthiness. As someone with mild trust issues, he’s just been giving off that comforting and stable trust vibe that I’ve been so longing for seeing in people. Since his first ever appearance in the story, I’ve just known for a fact that I would be able to trust this man fully, that he wouldn’t use tricks or manipulative ways to do as he pleases.

I love how well he intelligently knows the difference between “unrealistic goals” and “goals that people have labeled unrealistic because they didn’t try hard enough”. He himself defines himself as both a ‘pragmatist’ and ‘idealist’, and as contradicting as it sounds, there’s no better way to define him. He’s still on the way of learning to distinguish the fine line between them, he is suffering at times but I am truly so proud of the development he went through. His character arc is sadly one of the least mentioned/appreciated ones, but it’s making me so happy. I truly get so happy when I see him learn one more thing, achieve one more thing through his actions, cry, break down and stand up even stronger than before.

I love that he’s a human being who has his own moral compass and who follows it no matter how bitter things seem. It is literally so attractive to me that he has his inner compass as his guide to make decisions and takes action according to it, refusing to compromise. Staying ‘righteous’ (I’m not a fan of this word since it’s a bit lacking, but I really couldn’t find a better word to describe it here) in the world that he’s living in is so painful. We see it in his every word, every past experience, every memory.

He’s doing such a good job and I’m so proud of him for it.

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"You want to know what death is? I'll tell you. Death is the loss of life. Despite everything doctors like me attempt... a patient's life can still fall through our fingers. You think death lies in the apex of science? Anyone with such little regard for life will die by my hand."

Character Analysis: Yosano Akiko

Age: 25 || Ability: Thou Shalt Not Die

BSD CHAPTER CHAPTER 65-66 SPOILERS

table of contents:

1. Author counterpart.

2. Yosano's history.

3. 'Angel of Death' defined.

4. Yosano and Atsushi.

YOSANO BRAINROT!*(#&!*@#($

1. Author counterpart.

Having been given the “Sho Ho” at birth, Yosano Akiko’s counterpart—the real-life author—was known for her zealous take on both feminism and pacifism.

Side note: Once again, to avoid confusion, I will use the name Sho Ho in reference to the real-life author, and Yosano in reference to the BSD character.

Sho Ho's writings were pretty much out-of-the-ordinary in her time, and despite being suppressed by the social norms of gender hierarchy, she sought to reform society’s view on the cultural perspectives of women and their sexuality (She expressed her love for a woman in one of her poems, but many still argued on whether she identified herself as queer or not.)

"Thou Shalt Not Die," Yosano's ability, is actually named after one of Sho Ho's most famous, controversial poems. She wrote it for her brother, who was a soldier in the war between Russia and Japan (1904-1905). In her poem, she expressed her general distaste for war and how her brother was a part of it.

O my young brother, I cry for you Don't you understand you must not die! You who were born the last of all Command a special store of parents' love

Would parents place a blade in children's hands

Teaching them to murder other men Teaching them to kill and then to die? Have you so learned and grown to twenty-four?

- excerpt from Sho Ho's poem, "Kimi Shinitamou Koto Nakare"

Her words were blunt enough to inflict guilt on her brother's conscience, as she wasn't afraid to express her disapproval over how her brother took part in the typical violent bloodshed and manslaughter of war. Such opinions perturbed the authorities, and her work was eventually banned from the public for a period of time. Later on, it was used as an anti-war statement.

2. Yosano's history.

Now, as for the character in BSD, Yosano is seen to be generally strong-willed, and later on, we see that she is terrifyingly compassionately ambitious in the way she treats her patients. She treasured life itself, and hated the thought of losing a patient.

Yosano had developed her relations with Mori Ougai back in the Great War, when she was just 11 years old. Her ability was a great benefactor in saving lives. Realistically speaking, she was used for her ability to heal injured soldiers and diminish the effect of any casualty acquired.

Initially, she wasn't aware of this, until one of her close friends pointed it out by subtly accusing Mori of manipulating her to participate in the War under the close-to false pretence of 'saving lives.'

As much as her ability did save lives, it also forced soldiers to return to the frontlines and suffer injuries over and over again. The soldiers were never given the opportunity to return to their families because of her ability. This obliged them to carry on in the war without any excuse, inserting them into a vicious cycle they had no escape out of.

Metaphorically speaking, Yosano's hatred for Mori sort of mirrors Sho Ho's disdain for war and fighting, don't you think? The way Kafka materialised Yosano's past was quite interesting because he used chapters 65 and 66 to explain Yosano's dislike for Mori, reflecting how Sho Ho used her poem to explain why she condemned the idea of war and how her brother was part of it.

Before the effect of her ability was fully understood, however, every soldier praised and thanked her for what an angel she was. One of the soldiers she had befriended and gotten close to even kept a tally of the number of times she had saved him. He was the one who gifted her the butterfly hairpin she wore all the time.

The weight of the truth that her ability was a curse rather than a blessing fully dawned on her when her soldier friend ultimately committed suicide, because the fact of being indefinitely trapped in the throes of war agonised him until his spirit gave out. This drove Yosano to loathe her ability, or rather, how it was used.

In the time she participated in the War, Yosano was given the alias 'angel of death' due to the control she retained over the battlefield, but I thought that perhaps Kafka had a reason behind giving her this title, so I did my research.

3. 'Angel of Death' defined.

Side note: I wouldn't want to disrespect any culture or religion, so if my citations are inaccurate and/or disrespectful, do feel free to correct me/let me know! I did research out of pure curiosity, and I don't intend to twist the significance of any of the interpretations.

I had to grow up learning about the basics of religious stuff, so it's kind of nice to study something out of the box, and very much against my father's rigid belief system :D

ARCHANGEL ARIEL

(archangel: an angel of higher rank)

I came across the few characteristics of angels/goddesses and their roles, and the one which really caught my attention was the female archangel, Ariel, the angel of nature.

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In Hebrew, the name Ariel means 'altar' or 'lioness of God,' and her role is to heal. In addition to that, she is also recognised as a helper to another one of the seven main archangels, Raphael, whose role is to provide physical and emotional healing, too.

She is the protecter of the environment and the animals therein, and is bestowed with the duty to oversee the order of heavenly bodies as well as earth's natural resources. She assures the sustenance of food, water, shelter, and supplies of human beings, much like how a nurse is to a patient I suppose.

In relation to Yosano, I think this part is pretty self-explanatory, or perhaps this is blown out of proportion HA, so take this as a suggestion rather than a fact, because I'd like to believe that Kafka had a reason for giving Yosano a title as such.

In the past, I've come across the angel of death only to perceive it as a female grim reaper of some sort, so it was pretty cool to find that the word 'angel' and 'death' made up a title of a someone like Ariel, one of the purest forms of humility and compassion.

GREEK GODDESS PANAKEIA

For my beloved (wannabe/or not) students of Greek mythology (much like myself, let's make a cult!), you've probably heard of Panakeia, the goddess of healing. Medicine finds most of its vital significance in Greek history, and in its mythology, Panakeia is actually known for her ability to heal any kind of sickness.

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Her name means 'panacea,' which is actually defined as a remedy for all diseases. Terminal diseases and injuries lead to death, right? This would bring us back to Yosano's ability to nullify any injury's effects on a person, keeping them from death itself.

Now, we know that in order for Yosano's ability to work, her patient, or victim, has to be in a near-death condition in order for her treatment to take effect. This can't exactly fit into the description of resurrection, but it can be described as some sort of rebirth.

GREEK GODDESS PERSEPHONE

So another goddess which reminds me of Sho Ho/Yosano, is Persephone, the goddess of spring and rebirth. Before Hades, the god of the underworld, fell in love with Persephone to take her to live with him, Persephone lived a happy life.

Hades, with his nature of darkness and the like, was captivated by how pure Persephone was, and stole her away from her former life to live in an environment which differed sharply from her natural aura of purity.

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Remember when Yosano's friend left a note behind before he killed himself? The note said nothing except for, "You are too righteous." Take that as you will, but figuratively speaking, you could say Mori takes the role of Hades in the story, while Yosano can be portrayed as Persephone.

Sho Ho can also be a parallel of Persephone, in that she had to adapt to the realities of war and disharmony, while Persephone had to adapt to the raw darkness of the underworld with Hades.

Sho Ho stood against society's norms and decided to reform it, making her one of the most well-known feministic pacifist in history, while Persephone managed to escape from the underworld to return to her former position, earning the title the 'Bringer of Life,' or the 'Destroyer of Death.'

Furthermore, the way Sho Ho's anti-war poem took its effect later on, reflects the way Persephone restored balance in the world after returning from the underworld.

4. Yosano and Atsushi.

chapter 66; Yosano: "It's my fault that those close to me died... Is there some place where it's okay for me to live?"

chapter 8; Atsushi: "If I have any chance of saving them all, of returning them home safely, would that mean it's okay for me to keep on living?"

I couldn't help but think of Dazai and Atsushi back when I was reading through these panels. Ranpo (my beloved), along with Fukuzawa, accepted Yosano as she was, despite how her ability was a cause of despair and misfortune.

Ranpo looked past her mistakes and the entirety of how dark her past was to welcome her into the Armed Detective Agency. Dazai, on the other hand, knew who Atsushi was and what his ability had made him do before anyone else, and still decided to provide a safe place for Atsushi to find his sense of belonging, journeying with him as he learned to use his ability properly.

For more info about Dazai and Atsushi's dynamic, you can check out the analysis I did for Dazai :D

Atsushi desired to save people to prove his right to live, while Yosano made her wish to achieve the recovery of all her patients the reason for her existence.

Others would prefer to accuse both Yosano and Atsushi of having a saviour complex, but the reason why they pursued to save people with utmost dedication, stems from the nature of what their past was like. You know the saying 'from broken to beautiful?' Yeah, it's something like that.

The way their pasts were written out gave them a desire to change, which was, I daresay, initiated by the people who took them in: Ranpo and Dazai. Their abilities were demonised because of how they were used, but once they broke from their abilities' effect over their lives, they honed their skills to control them for the right cause instead.

In a less cynical point of view, I believe both Yosano and Atsushi stood for what was right, and wanted nothing but to achieve peace and harmony in whatever way they could, even if it meant risking their own lives to save others.

So yeah, that's it for my rants today. Thank you for reading, and if you have anything to add, go ahead! I'm open to discussions ;)

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I asked this from another bsd blogger, I rlly wanna see a different perspective. Can you write reader coming home to see chuuya tied up? Like a change of plot, since I usually see chuuya helping reader. Chuuya is very strong, so I can imagine them using like an injection to put him out.

yoo! i am so sorry! i was in hiatus for a like loong while until my school decided its time to give these little shits a break so here i am! glad you love my blog!! here ya go!! thanks for being patient T~T

The dim halls of Port Mafia were eerily lit by red and golden lamps.

'Tch....not my taste.....yellow and white chandeliers would have suited much better...stingy Mori', you thought to yourself. Even though your work did lean to the darker side of the city, but Mori didn't need to make it as apparent through the lightnings.

You navigated through the maze of halls to your way towards your certain lovely mafioso's office.

"Hey Sakura! Has Chuuya clocked out already?"

"Ah ye-yes! He looked quite in a hurry to leave the office and said he would be going home for the day....he actually seemed red in the face and was panting quite a bit..."

'Panting you say.....surely not - that'

"Ah okay! anyways thanks Sakura! Goodnight!!"

"Same to you Ma'am!"

Steering through the streets, you were in a daze as to what could have agitated Chuuya enough to leave office and retire for the day.

Giving the car keys to the chauffeur in a hurry you ran up the stairs to your luxury penthouse. Struggling with the keypad a bit due to the frost at your fingertips you entered your home. There were no signs of Chuuya being inside except for his shoes strewn across the entrance and his coat messily thrown at the floor.

'Hah...its expensive....' you thought as you picked up his coat.

"Chuuya.....? Its me Y/n.. you there?"

All at once, a sudden force gripped at your body as you were off the ground in no time. Air sucked out of your lungs, as you struggled mid air, taken aback by the sudden provocation. However you couldn't turn your face to look at the perpetrator almost as if he didn't want you to look at him in this state.

"Go......LEAVE!"

"Shit- Chuuya! Drop me now!"

He remained silent for a while, before he growled in a low voice intimidatingly, "The next you step foot on ground, you are leaving this house."

'If I leave him alone, he will grow more aggressive and might end up doing something he might regret later on, great that thing had to be in my bag right now!...What timing to be organised!'

"Okay...phew...listen i need to take my handbag,it has my car keys and money, so just the handbag. Its in the bedroom and i will be gone after i retrieve it.........alright?"

He dropped you to the ground without warning as you fell with a thud. It hurt but you know what was more important right now. You walked towards the bedroom with him following close behind your heels, watching your every movement with menacing eyes. You still couldn't get used to that gaze, you missed the warm, lovely gaze which made you feel at ease.

You opened the closet door as if looking for your handbag and slowly put your hands inside the drawer, silently infusing it with small dose of zolpidem extended CR, to put him to sleep for at-least 2 hours.

'Sorry Chuu...I have to do this again.'

You turned around with one arm inside the handbag, holding the injection in ready stance.

"I am done...lets go, i will leave as promised."

"Haaa....Fast..You are taking too much time.....you will regret if you stay any longer."

He was still trying to push you away from him, in hopes of seeing you safe and secured for once.

'Ironic...'

As you edged closer to the door, you got ready to inject him as soon as possible.

Suddenly you stopped, "Hey!-"

Your hand swivelled around to position the injection on his neck but before long he had already raised you up only for you to explode into black flowers, as your real illusion ran behind him and infused him with the medicine successfully. His eyes widened with a gasp after which the world around him blurred into a haze as hie eyes closed into sleep.

"Delusion", your ability, helps you to create a duplicate of yourself controlled by your orders without the other person knowing when the two bodies were changed.

Chuuya fell slump against you as you carried him to his bed taking help from your replica in the process.

"Thank you, i will call you when i need help again."

"As you wish."

With that she exploded into smoke and disappeared.

"Haa.....so it was one of his episodes...he could have told me sooner."

♕♕ FLASHBACK♕♕

2 Years ago was the first time it had happened. You had just started living together after months of dating secretly within the mafia.

Breaking, glasses shattering, shouting, cursing was all you heard as you saw a side of Chuuya bestowed upon you like a curse and a relief.

The part of Chuuya which scared away many, as he was left all alone after he opened his eyes after such nights, to be found strewn across the floor, shirt reeking of alcohol, belongings of his lover no longer found and left with only a note : "I can't do this anymore"

Shit- it wasn't his fault. He never had control whenever stress took over him. It was them who stayed even after his repeated warnings when he knew in fact they couldn't handle that side of him!

He expected the same that day 2 years ago too. But he couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear to see himself all alone, with you not near him anymore, your weekend date plans all destroyed. Your eyes looking at him in fear, he wouldn't be able to take that.

Half disillusioning reality he imagined being cuddled at your lap, no notes of broken promises, just you and him in the lonely void with no words shared, just comfort. No explanations seeked, only love, no questions pried from him but only offered silence.

Tears seeping down his face, he took one glance around the room only to find it clean, shattered glasses taken care of, his clothes changed, bed sheets replaced, covered in blankets to protect him from cold winter mornings and just a warm hand over his, as soft snoozes made their way to his ears. Was he dreaming? Or was this an illusion, that you cursed him with as a final gift to remind him what he lost? after all you had such an ability to deceive.

It was the early wee hours and the sun was yet to wake up, he slowly reached his hands towards you as he gently caressed your cheeks, a small cut on your cheekbone, definitely from last night's events. He had dared to touch you. He had dared to touch his most precious friend and lover.

He wasn't supposed to.

He had been taking medicines after medicines to prevent this. Yet he was selfish. He knew for sure this was a dream, a dream to painfully remind him what the morning would have been like if not for last night. His mind was cruel after all.

You groggily rubbed your eyes as you saw Chuuya silently looking at you with tears falling from his eyes. His gaze filled with worry and guilt. His orange eyes glinting in the sunlight as his entire figure came into view.

"Aww! how much more will you cry? You cried the whole night yesterday in your sleep, i think i have earned an apology for the lifetime! You will look even uglier than before! You look like an axolotl when you cry, did you know?"

You coddled him beneath the blanket with his arms tight around you waist, and his head resting on your chest as you gently stroked his hair. You smiled to yourself, grateful that you are strong headed enough to handle this chibi mafioso of yours.

You weren't going to leave him, not when he loved you so much. You would help him through it. He deserved all the love you had.

♕♕Flashback end♕♕

After that, he had given you dozes of sleeping medicine so that you can protect yourself in such situations. He had pleaded you to use them on him rather than having him hurt you.

He had already woken up and was sitting at the couch watching you cook up a meal for him. He slowly walked towards you, hugging you from behind as he propped his head on your shoulder comfortably owing to his short height. He wasn't going to let go.

Even two years later, whenever these incidents happened you never left his side, you were always there lying beside him, coddling him as he cried his heart out, apologies tumbling out of his mouth as you teased him for being such a crybaby. It was the same, almost like a recurring dream.

Chuuya wouldn't mind if he was truly living in your made-up illusions, as long as he could have these mornings over and over again, even if they turn out to be a deceiving lie, he would accept it as long as its you.

For even if they were punishments for his wrong doings, he would accept them as long as he had you by his side.

As the thought grew on his mind, so did his grip on your waist.

He wouldn't let go.

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Murakami and Ranpo

Some minor spoilers ahead for the third BSD LN, The Untold Story of the Founding of the Detective Agency." If you aren't concerned with spoilers, I did my best with summarizing the plot for anyone who hasn't read the novel.

In the third BSD LN, Fukuzawa and Ranpo are tasked with finding the culprit of an ominous death threat at a theatrical play. The threat is written as follows:

“An angel shall bring death, in the truest sense of the word, to the performer. —V.”

This threat fits perfectly with the play, which is a mystery play where each character gets killed by an "angel" who murders. However, the characters don't know if they're being killed by an angel or a regular person, because there's nothing supernatural about their causes of death (getting stabbed by a knife, poison, strangulation, etc.).

Each character was a former angel who had been banished from the celestial world, because they admired humans so much that God turned them into humans. Therefore, the characters in the play believed that an angel was sent after them to punish them for their sins.

This sets up two mysteries for us to follow:

1. The mystery of the real death threat, sent by "V" — who is the culprit behind it, who will they kill, and why?

2. The mystery within the play — is it an angel or real person killing each character, and why?

Paradoxes (and Things That Don't Make Sense)

The play is called, "The Living World is a Dream, the Nocturnal Dream is Reality," which is a quote from the real Edogawa Ranpo's work, but I couldn't find the exact source. The title proposes a paradox: reality is a dream, and dreams are reality.

Several other paradoxes present themselves in the story, but they appear most prominently in Ranpo's big speech where he solves the mystery of the play, and the murder simultaneously:

“The murder and the play’s story are connected on a deep level. This play reversed the tide of the narrative. A group of fallen angels tried to return to the heavens, but the angel of judgment tried to stop them. Meanwhile, the angel’s judgment was but a show, and the supposed victim, a human, faked it. The angel’s and humans’ roles were reversed, switching the judge and the judged. That’s the kind of play this was. "

"...the narrative is in reverse. Our structures have been swapped along with the victim and killer as well. In other words—he isn’t the killer, but a victim."

This reveal subverts the original expectation that the plot would follow two separate mysteries. Instead, the lines are blurred between reality and fiction, killer and killed, and dreams and reality because now the two mysteries are intertwined.

I think this part of the story is deliberately written to be confusing (or at least not very clearly explained) as to fit in with the themes found in Murakami's writing.

Who is Murakami?

Haruki Murakami is a famous Japanese author, and you may have read some of his famous works, "Norwegian Wood" and "Kafka on the Shore."

Since this is Bungou (Literary) Stray Dogs, Murakami makes an appearance in this light novel as the main actor of the play.

Before I go on to explain Murakami's role in the novel, I'll give a brief background on his real counterpart and explain how the theatrical play in the novel reflects the real Murakami's work.

Murakami writes in the genre of "magical realism", where the lines between fantasy and reality are blurred as magical elements are seamlessly incorporated into the story. I'll be using "Kafka on the Shore" as the main example for this point, since it's a great example of Murakami's expertise in magical realism.

In "Kafka on the Shore," there are 2 interrelated plot lines, alternating with each chapter, similar to the 2 supposed mysteries outlined at the beginning of the novel.

Like its moniker, "Kafka on the Shore" resembles a "Kafkaesque" style of writing due to its surreal elements that are bizarre and illogical in the rules of reality.

In an interview about this novel, Murakami said:

"Kafka on the Shore contains several riddles, but there aren't any solutions provided. Instead, several of these riddles combine, and through their interaction the possibility of a solution takes shape. And the form this solution takes will be different for each reader. To put it another way, the riddles function as part of the solution. It's hard to explain, but that's the kind of novel I set out to write."

The Outcome of the Play

In theme with Murakami's bizarre, magical-realism writings, several illogical events take place within the span of the LN:

1. Before the play even starts, Murakami (the character) and the rest of the cast completely disregard the death threat. Even though the logical and safe solution would be to reschedule the play, it is a very literal representation of "the play must go on" mindset.

2. Murakami gets stabbed mid-sentence, on stage by a white blade that magically disappears.

3. Murakami bleeds real blood and has no pulse, which would signify his death, but he doesn't actually die.

Despite all this, Ranpo is extremely good at observing various elements of a situation and putting them together to form a solution, much like how the interactions of "Kafka on the Shore"'s riddles form their own solution.

Ranpo appears on stage and makes an Oscar-worthy performance out of his announcement that reveals Murakami to be the culprit behind his own death. It doesn't make much logical sense that Murakami would fake his own death for a performance, but rather it's an action motivated by pure passion.

“I…,” muttered Murakami in almost a whisper. He raised his voice and continued, “I am an actor! I become someone I am not and live a life that doesn’t exist! My job is to expose what it means to be human! It doesn’t matter if I play the lead part or a minor part. It doesn’t matter if I am a villain or hero. I become them with every part of my body! There is no other job for me! This is the only way I can live!”

And here, Murakami reveals the final paradox of the play:

"But there is one thing that cannot be avoided while acting on the stage of life, and that is death! Death is not the opposite of life; it is life’s symbol and banner. However, it also provides a great paradox! Nobody alive has ever experienced it! That’s why to me, the greatest job of all would be performing the death of a person. Not death as a device or a mere convention, but real death that I could convey to the audience. That was the pinnacle of theatrical performance to me. And this is the outcome of my toil."

Murakami eventually gets arrested for the fake death threat and deceiving the police, among other things. The most notable moment after this comes in Ranpo's dialogue to Murakami:

“I thought you were amazing,” Ranpo suddenly said from behind as Murakami was being taken away. “I didn’t quite understand all of it myself, but I don’t think it’s something that just anyone could do. By the way, take a look at the audience. Look at their faces.”

1. Ranpo sees Murakami's act as something admirable, most likely because Ranpo appreciates a good mystery and had fun solving it.

2. Ranpo tells Murakami to look at the audience, to which he turns around and sees the faces of a broken audience who came to watch a play and instead witnessed a real not-so-real murder.

“You said your job was entertainment, right? But could you really call it that…when you look at their expressions?” For the first time, Murakami’s eyes showed a sign of weakness. “…I see.” A small voice, unlike what one would expect from a stage actor with a powerful voice, fell from the stage. “I was…only performing for myself.”

Murakami realizes that he traumatized his entire audience on his quest to reach the "pinnacle of theatrical performance." In his small world that consisted of just the stage, he failed to see the outside world and forgot to consider how his actions would impact others. It's also important to mention that it was Ranpo specifically who pointed it out to him.

The focus on the audience mirrors Fukuzawa's thoughts when Ranpo was giving his big speech before Murakami appeared on the stage:

Fukuzawa was at his wits’ end. From the playgoers’ point of view, the fact that people knew there was going to be a murder beforehand completely changed their view of the situation. Was it really okay to tell them that? But Ranpo showed no concern for the audience’s worries.

Ranpo, throughout the entire novel, is portrayed as this extraordinarily ordinary kid who means well but simply doesn't understand what others are thinking. He was taught that he wasn't special, but this only isolated him into his own tiny world, because the outside world was filled with things he didn't understand.

This leads to him upsetting a bunch of people by blatantly calling out things about them that shouldn't be called out, like the theater's owner Ms. Egawa, and even Fukuzawa at one point.

However, this moment when he calls out Murakami is pivotal because it shows how he's grown from this event. He's learned to be considerate of others. He's seen how he can upset other people with the things he says, and he's learned from that enough to show another person who's trapped in their own individual world.

Although Ranpo is depicted to be somewhat self-centered throughout this novel and even after it, Fukuzawa taught him that he isn't alone in this world. Because Fukuzawa showed compassion to Ranpo, a special fifteen-year-old kid who didn't know better in a world of monsters, Ranpo learned how to exist in a world where he was different from everyone else, and that was okay.

Thank you for reading! If you haven't read this LN yet, I would still highly recommend it because I didn't cover the entirety of the mystery, and it's a wonderful read to understand more about Ranpo and Fukuzawa's backstory.

[kunikinnie]

Hi Hana!! Congrats on 300 followers!! When I saw your event, I admit I was buzzing with excitement I couldn't help it, I love the idea of it ><

Anyways, for your event, I would love to request Dazai please with his short story Thinking of Zenzo, it's one of my favorite short stories of his <3 You'll be able to find the translation at @/bsd-bibliophile 's website, the short story is bundled with other short stories in Self Portraits

Thank you so much for sending this! I'm glad you like the prompt of this event HAHA I wasn't too sure of how I'd go about this since Dazai-sensei and BSD Dazai strike me as very different in character, but this what I tried to do HAHA I really felt like I just copy-pasted it but o well

Wet Snow based on Thinking of Zenzou (善蔵を思う)

300 Followers Event Masterlist (still open for requests!) Summary: Dazai explains to Atsushi why he hasn't shown up at the Agency recently Genre: mild existential angst, character study? Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: some profanity, perhaps mental health issues, unedited, probably ooc A/N: I’m willing to guess that canon BSD Dazai didn’t really have a normal childhood, that he was a stray dog from the get go. But here I decided to give him a normal head start in life because I just wanted to be able to stick to the OG story/prompt of this fic ehe. Contains very minor references to Dazai-sensei’s novelist daughter who I made to be BSD Dazai’s mother here, since canon BSD does like flipping relationships here and there. Given the content of her writing, it makes sense anyway so yeah. Also contains minor references to a character from No Longer Human and some stuff from Notes from the Underground by Dostoyevsky (although it's already in the title lol)

Sorry for not telling you sooner, Atsushi-kun, but I’ve been out these past couple of days because of a reunion. No, it’s not about to happen; it’s already done. Just going to wait it out a bit longer until I feel like going back to work. You know how it is.

You can explain that much to Kunikida-kun for me, right? Aww, thanks a bunch! I’m lucky to have such a kind and understanding kouhai.

You might be wondering why I’ve decided to contact you instead of Kunikida-kun directly. Well, you could say that I’m hiding from him. I promise it’s because I’m reflecting on what I’ve done to him like any other good man would. Don’t doubt me on that, will you? I’m just preparing my soul and ears before receiving my due punishment. Who doesn’t repent when one sins? But as I am a sinner I’m bound to stumble and make the same mistakes again.

If he hasn’t figured it out already and complained to all of you about it, then let me explain what I did - it was an honest mistake, I swear.

I was lounging in Kunikida-kun’s place when someone knocked on the door. No one knew I was there - not even the owner himself - which made me a bit wary about confronting anyone at the doorstep, especially if it were a deliveryman who needed his signature. But I looked through the peephole anyway and if it was someone I can deal with by myself then I’ll gladly open it. It was an older woman in trousers and a loosely-knitted cardigan - probably someone hoping to sell something. Alright, I decided, I’ll open the door for her.

“Excuse me sir,” the elderly woman said, her voice just as grating as the wheels of her metal cart. “Would you be interested in any of these?”

There were potted plants of various types in her wagon. They were the plain and boring type of ornamental plants that only plain and boring people would bother to maintain, so naturally I had no interest in buying any of them. But being the gentleman that I was, I played along this grisly old woman’s charade.

“Why does a lovely woman like you sell these woeful little things?”

“It’s for our retirement home. A little cash goes a long way for old folks like me, don’t you think?”

Retirement home? Alright, I’ll believe it - that’s what I told myself. But no matter how much I think about it the conclusion I arrived at was the same: it’s a scam.

Aside from her faked aging voice, her clothes were too new and modern compared to what a local grandma would wear. She also looked too energetic and full of life to be among the old folks who stay in retirement homes - if you ask me, Kunikida-kun has a better chance of fitting in with the jaded pensioners than she did.

Not to mention the very fact there wasn’t a home for the aged nearby at all. The closest one I could think of was at least two or three train stations away. Catching exhausted homeowners at this time of the day must have been part of their strategy as well.

“Won’t you spare a little money for charity, good sir? They’ll bloom soon - wonderfully bright little flowers. Some color to liven up your apartment.”

I could have said, “oh no madam, this isn’t my apartment, thank you for the offer,” but the way she pushed her voice and body toward me had somehow convinced me to indulge her further.

“How much would a little money be, dear madam?”

I don’t remember exactly how much it was, but it was more expensive than three consecutive meals at the best seafood buffet near the port. This is definitely a scam; how could those shabby bushes be worth that much?

I was about to refuse her when I received a text message. It was from Kunikida-kun.

Once I drop these files in my apartment, I’m coming over to yours to kick your ass for skipping work again today.

Oh no, he’s coming.

For some reason, I decided to hand over some cash. It was probably much more than what she had mentioned since she had muttered something, but I was in a hurry to save myself and chose a random pot. “Keep the change.”

She might have bowed low with a bright smile or victorious smirk - whichever it was I wasn’t able to notice. After I hurriedly shut the door and dragged the thing somewhere near the window, I planned my escape and prepared my belongings.

Only then did I realize the wallet I took money from wasn’t mine.

I know what you’re thinking: “Dazai-san you intentionally paid with Kunikida-san’s money because your wallet was empty!”

That is somewhat true. But no I did not intentionally choose his wallet over mine. I was just so used to having his wallet in my coat that I didn’t even think about it! Naturally, mine had barely anything in it, so my brain must have subconsciously chosen the one with enough cash in it. It’s as simple as that. It’s an honest mistake, I tell you!

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to clear that up with him yet. I planned to tell him the day after (since his anger would have significantly subsided by then) but something unexpected happened that very night of my blunder.

I bumped into one of my old childhood friends - although I suppose calling him a friend is a bit of a stretch.

I’m not sure how he recognized me. I’d left my hometown during middle school, and I hadn’t been particularly close with anyone at all. Perhaps it was because I bore so much resemblance to my aging mother’s face that those who lived there would have instantly made the connection.

“We’ve been wondering what had happened to you, you know?”

Despite his jovial greetings, I could tell he was criticizing my appearance. You must have thought the same things he was when you first saved me from that river, didn’t you? Well, I’m used to it. It’s not exactly what “normal” people look like, right? Bandages and a shaggy coat - normal people of my age wore clean business suits like this friend of mine did.

“Say, why don’t you join us this Friday night?”

“Friday? So soon?”

“I know it’s quite the short notice, but there’s a reunion scheduled for our middle school batch tomorrow. I’m sure the others would love to see you even if you weren’t able to graduate with us.”

A part of me knew it was just a formality on his part; he wasn’t actually hoping I’d agree. He happened to see a familiar face and wanted to confirm his identity in order to satisfy his curiosity and be able to share with his girlfriend “guess who I saw today!”

But the other part was intrigued - excited, even. As far as the world was concerned I was an ordinary child in an ordinary school in an ordinary town before I suddenly vanished - before I met that devil dressed in a white coat. No one in that part of the country knew what I had become and had preserved the image of the mischievous imp that had been the greatest source of my mother’s headaches.

Could I really become the man I had once envisioned myself to be, even if just for one night?

Without thinking, I had accepted his offer and asked for the details of the event. It wouldn’t be held in my hometown but in a relatively larger city nearby. You don’t need to know exactly where I grew up, but just know that I’m from the North.

And as a child of the North, I’m more familiar with the harsher winters than those of Yokohama. My thickest coat wasn’t nearly good enough for its chill, nor were any of my formal suits in any proper shape or form.

I’m sure that you’re thinking, “you don’t have to worry about it too much, Dazai-san. Your handsome face makes even the dirtiest rags shine!” Why, thank you Atsushi-kun! I am quite flattered. But I studied in an all-boys’ school, you see, so I needed to make the extra effort to look nice.

Why all the effort? Now that I think about it, it wasn’t necessary at all. No - it was flat out a stupid idea. I had spent money to rent the finest coat and even bought a new suit (simple but of good quality and still fashionable). It cost more than I could afford, so all my meals for the next few months will all appear on the Uzumaki’s tab.

But to appear as someone successful doesn’t necessarily require exceptional clothing. I could just wear what I usually wear to work, have it ironed out a bit and simply claim that I had just come from an important mission. Forgive the frazzled appearance, but despite my busy schedule I did my best to attend. Inflated half-truths are my specialty and a small gathering such as this with people I’m sure I’ll never meet again wouldn’t be much trouble for me at all.

I must confess that I simply wanted to wear something like that. When I was in the mafia I did not care at all how I looked, but now that I had no money the vanities that plague all men ailed me. I worried about what these ordinary folk would think of me and I had hoped to at least prove that I had indeed become a king rather than a stray dog lurking in the streets.

If only I could describe that feeling when I had finished dressing myself up. It was only a simple black turtleneck under a dark brown suit and maroon overcoat, but I had felt like I resembled an actor like you thought I was. Maybe it was the hair - I pulled it back a bit - anyway, I think I’ve been rambling on for too long.

Now that I’ve gone this far, I see I’ve made another stupid decision: telling you so much about myself. Forgive me, Atsushi-kun. I don’t know why I’ve been going on either. But I suppose now that the story has been laid out you wish to know its conclusion. Alright, then. I’ll finish what I’ve started.

Needless to say but since I couldn’t calm down from the excitement turned anxiety, I didn’t even bother showing up at work. Why has it turned into anxiety? That, dear kouhai, is what you call the effect of being slapped hard in the face by reality.

I could go on about my delusions about impressing my batchmates, but it’s just not as easy as it is. You see, there’s at least one of them who could see right through me. No matter how convincing my lies were he never fell for them and understood that they were nothing more than the grand illusions of a master conversationalist. My preparation could have been for nothing. Heck. It could have even made things worse. For sure they’ll be telling friends and their friends’ friends about the youngest son of my mother’s suddenly revealing himself after a decade. But if that one person manages to ruin everything, then they’ll only ridicule me for the fool that I am. Never mind if they find me intimidating or pitiful or something else. I just don’t want to be laughed at.

I don’t find shame in being a detective for the Agency at all, just to be clear. In fact I’m very proud of my profession and the people I work alongside with. It’s just that I’m afraid that they’ll find out the name Dazai Osamu. Yes, that’s right. It’s not my birth name. It’s a name I chose for myself when I was picked up by that devil, and so it shall forever be tied to him no matter how hard I try. If you’re wondering why I don’t use my “real” name now… let’s just say that that name is forever tied to my mother and the family she tried so hard to raise by herself. I can’t bring myself to burden her any further.

Anyway I had planned to present myself as something else. Something more normal. And so came the awaited day. I had taken a train to that city in the morning and arrived late in the afternoon. By then the streets were already buried in the snow. Its coldness held a warmth I hadn’t expected at all; it was inviting and familiar like the father welcoming home his prodigal son. Yes. I suppose that was why I had been so adamant yet anxious about this gathering. I thought I could make her proud.

The site they chose wasn’t too shabby nor too extravagant either. It was appropriate at best, but I’d be lying if it didn’t have a certain charm. Very old school Japanese sort of building - it felt like I was a writer attending his very first socials.

For all the intelligence gifted to me, I haven’t the slightest clue what it meant to be a normal human being in times like this. Years in the agency and things like this aren’t new at all, yet as I was about to present myself as “myself,” I felt like I had opened a window in me somewhere I wasn’t aware of and strangers could peek in and see through it clearly. It was strange; I hadn’t felt like that in who knows how long. But that’s alright, it’s manageable. As long as he doesn’t show up.

But he did.

I was busy exchanging pleasantries with a few of those who I at least held the slightest memory of when he appeared. Whatever illusions I fed them they gobbled up like mutts and I thought myself to be in the safe zone. But as soon as I saw his face I felt weak, the fear I thought I had lost long ago had resurfaced, and I just wanted to run away and hide. Ah, my grand efforts have come undone so easily!

“Didn’t expect to see you here, Shuu-kun.”

He had this monotone way of talking that was painful to hear. It wasn’t that his emotions were unreadable or that he was being sly and dishonest. Rather, it was that he was so honest about what he felt that there was nothing to read in between the lines. It is honesty that I love yet despise at the same time. For one thing, it builds trust. On the other hand, it cuts wounds deeper than any other psychological weapon possible. But I suppose that is the nature of the truth.

I had felt threatened at his cordial greeting that my mind had been scrambling to find a good reason for being untruthful. Without second thought, I downed my first glass of expensive sake.

“Same here,” I said in as friendly a tone as possible.

The others were talking amongst themselves, occasionally asking me or him questions about nothing in particular. But no matter where the conversation went I could feel his eyes on me.

I didn’t dare look up to meet them since I was afraid of what I’d see. Anger? Disgust? Pity?

Agh. I just wanted to get out of there.

But the taste of such fine liquor had glued me to my seat. The warmth I saw in the cold snow that tickled my skin was now flowing in liquid form beneath it. Before I knew it, I had drunk beyond my capacity. You know what I’m like when I’ve gone too far with the alcohol, right? That’s not a farce, I can tell you that much. But for the first time the liquid had loosened my tongue to an extent farther than what I had intended, farther than what I had thought I could go.

“You haven’t talked much since I came,” said he, the bane of my existence. “What about your own business? How’s it going? I’m sure someone as bright as you has made it quite far ahead.” Everything he said had annoyed me. Each and every word, each and every syllable in that oily voice had triggered something in me.

“Shut up.”

I didn’t know why I had said that. I didn’t know why I had thought of saying it - maybe I didn’t - but as quickly as his smile fell, so did the energy in our immediate surroundings.

“I think you should have some water-”

“I said shut up, asshole.”

There was a multitude of other words and embarrassing things I threw at his direction then to no one in particular that night. The shamelessness I had been cursed with then had brought me more shame now than ever before, and I’m afraid I’ve sobered enough to know not to reveal anything further. I still hope you don’t look down on me like those idiots did, okay, Atsushi-kun? I’m sorry if I’ve betrayed your expectations, but this is who I really am. I can at least be honest about that. Then again, I’ve willingly bared myself like this to you so you’re the one with the right to judge me. I don’t ask for your understanding, only forgiveness.

After my sharp tongue slashing the hearts of innocent men at an innocent gathering, I stumbled out of the venue alone and fell face first into the snow below me. It was cold. The snow wasn’t warm at all.

But I wasn’t totally wrong either. Snow, when warm, turns wet. And wet snow had clung to every inch of my shivering body like the guilt and shame that I’ve been carrying since the day I was born.

I’m not sure how I made it back to the hotel, but maybe some good Samaritan was passing by (or for some reason, one of my former classmates) and took pity on the fallen, misshapen form. I might have sneered at their faces and played at their patience with taking me to my room, but all the same I was dragged back into reality. My hangover has never been worse and my throat was dry. The moment the fog in my mind had cleared, however, the sins of the past night had come back to bite me. Who knew a single affair could bear this much damage?

But I only have myself to blame. I wasn’t acting rationally. I wasn’t acting normally. I had manipulated and lashed out at the man who was the first to really see me for who I was and accepted me regardless.

I’m still here in the hotel room, ruminating on my sins. See? I told you I really was repenting. Did you believe me? If you didn’t, I don’t blame you. But if you did, you’re a scary one, you know that?

I’m sorry for burdening you with all this. As your mentor, you should be the one doing the rambling and I the listening. This is really just proof that there’s something wrong with me, no? I can promise you that I’m trying my best, though. I’ve made that same promise to someone important too and I haven’t failed it yet (at least I think I haven’t). Thank you if you’re still there, listening.

I just received a text from Kunikida-kun. I’m 100% sure it’s about the bush. Did you tell him already, or did he figure it out himself?

…ah. Well, I wasn’t expecting that.

Do you know what he said? He said he’s thankful for such a steal. Steal? Where? I didn’t steal anything. Turns out the shrubby little bush were hydrangeas, due to bloom this spring. How did he know that? Ah, how could I expect any less from our resident nerd! Hmm. If he’s that grateful, I suppose I can get away with a few more days to myself.

So that woman wasn't a fraud after all. Interesting. But I believe someone once said that people who make a living selling things tend to lie even if they don't need to. That must be the case, and a burden has lifted off my shoulders.

Now I can rest easier, armed with a small flame in my heart to endure this harsh winter. Fate sure is merciful, isn’t she?

[shtern-and-art]

I have more questions because it's no longer 4am lmao.

Does Skeppy fear any animals? I just wanna know if there's any sweet moments of Skeppy clinging to Bad whilst he tries to calm him down.

I'm guessing Bad still hates things like littering and woodcutters but would he ever act particularly strongly about it or would he have more control?

I like how Rat seems to tolerate Skeppy because Bad likes him but would she ever get jealous if Skeppy started pettting another dog?

I have a horrifying image of Bad just spider climbing up a tree to fetch Skeppy. I don't know why but I feel like dude wouldn't even need branches lmao.

What other supernatural creatures/people do they come across? Were there any that were especially dangerous and did they befriend any?

Is Bad much physically stronger than Skeppy? I keep thinking of Skeppy being a little shaz and Bad just one-arm picking him up and slinging him over his shoulder XD.

Does Bad ever get nightmares of the day he became the forest spirit?

How far would Skeppy take stealing? Would he steal something he knows the owner has genuine attachment to? Would he do everything in his power to steal something for Bad even if it means getting hurt?

Who's more likely to protect the other?

Skeppy just minding his business looking at one of Bad's textbooks, turns his head and Bad's just having a tea party with a freaking bear. Surprised the man hasn't had a heart attack yet XD.

What's your favourite thing to imagine them doing?

Is Bsd an adrenaline junky? Or is he scared of more dangerous things like bungee jumping and mountain climbing.

What would their reactions be to rollercoasters?

Do they have a favourite date-night activity?

Everytime I think of this au it brightens my mood!! Thank you for making something so heartwarming!! <3

Glad to see you again :D And yaay, questions!

My pen pressure broke again, I can't finish any sketches for this ask rn, but here's a couple of old messy designs.

1) Comforting and nightmares

Skeppy has a normal, I’d even say adequate level of fear towards wild animals, whilst Bad has it in negative numbers. And, yes, this fun juxtaposition leads to a lot of unfortunate moments of Skeppy nearly dying from heart attack when some of Bad’s animal friends show up unexpectedly, or Bad goes all out for his tea-parties with wild bears or smth.

So, yes, sometimes the comforting hugs are necessary! And no, none of them ever play up the dramaticness of the situation just to drag out the nice comforting moment They do n o t. That’d be very silly and unnecessary, and will deserve a lot of teasing. So, it’s all serious. Not only for the first couple minutes. Yes.

But If you’re looking for comfort-after-actual-hurt – Bad does have to hold and comfort Skeppy, when the stress of trying to not fuck up the good stuff around him gets too strong. And after the nightmares where they are hated and chased by people. Those dreams do not come often, but when they do, Bad is there to hold Skeppy, whisper in his hair that he is alright, that they’re both alright, and that they can handle everything that’s going on right now.

And Bad himself, well. After leaving the town, his nightmares about the night of the ritual stopped almost completely. They come rarely, only when the anxiety gets really bad. Before, in the forest, Bad had them pretty often. It’s one of the reasons he mostly slept not as himself, but in the minds of the animals.

2) Littering

Bad will not maim someone for not getting a candy wrapper in a trashcan, especially if there are people around. But if someone leaves a big mess in the nature, or even (*gasp*) does it regularly, Bad can and will try and teach them a lesson. As in: pull a cautionary (and probably slightly terrifying) prank on the misbehaving person.

It doesn’t always work out as Bad intended, and may even scare some people off anything relating to nature for good, but, according to Bad, it’s still “a fun and useful little hobby to have :3”.

3) Rat

Rat takes a looong time to warm up to any other animals that infringe on her territory. And Skeppy might be a little shit (and his own rights for Bad are debatable) but he is Rat’s territory still (by approximation from Bad). So, she can gatekeep Skeppy a little bit. Not as much as she does Bad, but the man gotta know his place – Rat comes before other dogs for him too.

4) Tree climbing and strength

Oh, Bad can an will climb down a tree like a full-on creepy creature he is: head down, using only his claws, with Skeppy tucked under one arm. Maybe not even upside down, if Skeppy is lucky, and wasn’t too annoying about wanting to stay up on the tree for the night :D

5) Meeting other spn creatures

Oh, that’s a big question (: Yes, they do meet other cryptids, befriend some, and get in trouble with some, and deal with a handful of new and old spn troubles :D

I always thought that Bad and Skeppy’s life after the main story can make a series of short stories (or one big episodic one) dealing with exactly that: the guys traveling around, meeting other cryptids, learning more about themselves and the world, trying to build a life between human and supernatural crisis going on. Just like In The Dark it can based on the mix between the real life and the minecraft-verse events.

I wanted to focus more on finishing the main story first, though, so these stories are not as sought through, I didn’t even write down any of them yet :D

But if you have more concrete questions, ideas, or suggestions (about a specific person, or a specific thing happening) – write me, I’ll think about it, and how it can work with the theme and worldbuilding I have in mind.

6) Stealing + Protectiveness

Skeppy can sometimes forget about, ahem, moral principles, or human decency… emphasis oh “human”. He’s nature and different worldview it gives, it seeps through in his life and actions even more with age. Especially after he’s been away from actual people for a long while. So, I guess, he might at times steal something that is very important to someone, or do something that could be considered weird or rude in general.

And if Bad really needs something, or is in danger – all rules are down. If there is no one to reality check Skeppy, he might proceed to walk on heads, and commit risky and reckless crimes just to help or save Bad.

They both are quite bad with that, the protecting each other thing. Bad, tho, can be more fiscally violent in his protectiveness.

7) Adrenaline and rollercoasters

Well, it’s not that Bad likes adrenaline specifically, he’s just very curious, likes to try new things, and is almost unkillable. So he can just- just go for everything that’s interesting for him with reckless abandon, and if it goes wrong – welp. Bones can heal limbs can regrow, and the cool abandoned caves will not explore themselves. He’ll have to learn to ease up with lack of selfcare though. Because Bad can’t always leave Skeppy to fend for himself, while he heals, and Skeppy does NOT like seeing Bad getting hurt so much, and not caring about himself at all.

This probably comes back to Bad dealing with his spn nature and learning to make peace between it and himself. And to his anxiety, and unhealthy coping mechanisms.

And hey, it’s the same for Skeppy and his lack of adequate moral compass at times :D

There will be a lot of tension and growing they’d have to do in regards to all this.

Also Skeppy is the one who’s really into chasing the thrills :D Man spent nearly half a year annoying probably-murderous-forest-spirit just for little not-boring fun, jeez :DD

Rollercoasters are a no go, tho. They go up in the air, real high, and, once again, Skeppy and highs do not mix, they do not mingle, they will not have tea parties (with or without bears). Unless, of course, Skeppy really needs to prove something. Then he’ll go on a ride, and die an honorable death, and will never admit he screamed all the way through it.

8) Dates

(*insert an innuendo from Skeppy here*) But, ahm, actually I’d say they love going on picnics: getting food, and hanging around in the nature for a while.

And I honestly donno what I like to think about the most… I just really enjoy the vibe and the atmosphere of the whole story, and how Bad and Skeppy interact in general.

It all is a real delight to write about :D

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