#there’s a LOT to dig into with dazai; every single action + emotion + word MEANS something

[inkykeiji]

Would you be willing to dissect dazai's character on here? I just find it soooo hard to understand him, his motivations and how genuine he actually is, how much of the emotions he portrays are fabricated and which ones are genuine. And how terrifying is the thought that he truly doesnt feel lime he is human (like does that come from not connecting with them and feeling so alianated from the mundane human concerns, or is it rooted deeper? Does he care about the people around him? Is it truly care? Is he even capable of it?). I always find it interesting when other people discuss their opinions on characters and i feel like you have a very unique way to dive into the psyche of each character you write for (and also as i mentioned dazai just goes way over my head)

oooh interesting question anon! my answer is rambly and is mostly just me splatting my thoughts all over this ask SO beware of that! <3

so i have actually already begun a section in my notebook/docs for him + my analysis of his character but as this is a pastime that i usually enjoy doing just for myself and keeping private i don’t think i’d share like, the entire thing (also it’ll end up being several thousand words by the time it’s done HAHA). additionally, since i have yet to consume all of the media associate with bsd i don’t feel like i can even fully dissect him; i can only offer the opinions i have on him at the moment based on what i’ve consumed/know—which right now is only the anime!

but!!!!!! with that being said i do love discussing character and sharing my thoughts on them when it comes to specific subjects/questions if that makes sense??? so if you ever have any specific questions and you’d like to know my personal thoughts on them i’m always more than open to sharing them!

like with what you’ve said here, for example, in regards to his emotions. i agree that he’s extremely complex, almost to the point of being convoluted, and he holds his cards very close to his chest. it seems like it would be incredibly difficult for someone to get genuinely close to him—and i mean like really close, like close enough to the point of him actually letting his guard down and taking off the several masks he wears throughout the day and kind of being fully himself and baring his authentic soul—but i do think that he’s sincere at least some of the time, and i think that he’s more authentic with the ADA than he ever was with the mafia, excluding oda who i think knew him better and more deeply than anyone else in the world ever has.

i can’t even begin to fathom your more complex questions about feeling human etc because i still feel like i haven’t dug into the material enough to give a deep enough answer tbh!

personally i believe that he’s moral greyness personified. i think he really doesn’t give a fuck about good or about evil, and i think he’s easily capable of both in great capacities. it really just depends on which he sets his mind on, whichever one he decides to be that day. i believe he has an immense amount of both within him and i don’t think his evil and sadistic tendencies just up and disappeared; it appears that he can switch between the two with astonishing ease whenever he wants to. to me it’s very clear that he has only decided to do good and focus on good purely because his best friend, and the one person it seemed like he truly, genuinely, deeply cared for, told him to do it. it isn’t like dazai had some sort of epiphany or a profound change of heart on his own that made him suddenly want to be better; it was just his best friend’s dying wish that he put his abilities and his intelligence towards doing good, and so that’s what he’s doing. and i think it’s THAT that motivates him more than anything else. it’s that oda said hey look i know you don’t care about either, so for me, go do some good in this world, and that dazai is honouring that because he loved him.

i think this also stems from guilt, too; from being unable to save oda, so he feels like this is next best thing—this is the least he can do for him, to honour him and to honour his death.

jumping back to his emotions being genuine, i think that his tendency to bother others purely for his own amusement is an inherent + authentic trait (because we see him do it on BOTH sides); i think he does genuinely care for atsushi and for the agency, i think he is capable of those positive emotions in some capacity because, again, oda is a prime example of him being able to FEEL things—to feel genuine and fundamental human emotions, even if he doesn’t feel them often or feel them with the intensity that others do. which is why i don’t think we can classify him as a true psychopath—i definitely believe he is stellar at mimicking emotions 100% and can do so whenever the situation calls for it (he’s so obviously a fantastic and skilled liar), but i think he does have the capacity to truly feel real things, too. and he fully understands morality and society’s collective moral compass, even if he himself doesn’t really care for it either way/doesn’t really personally lean one way or another.

​i think it’s really hard to tell which of his emotions are genuine and which are fabricated but i also think that if you use the question of ‘okay, is he lying here for the sake of his own plan succeeding/is he purposefully withholding information here’ is a good start at indicating whether or not he’s being genuine. for example, the way he treats higuchi when he first meets her!we now know in hindsight that he was only acting the way he did towards her so he could slip that lil radio thingie in her pocket and spy on her; to watch and see how things play out before interfering or jumping to conclusions.

i’m sorry this is such a chaotic mess HAHA he really is so so so complex and i’m still sifting through all of my own thoughts and interpretation/analysis of him as i continue to consume more of the series itself. anyway, these are my thoughts at the moment based on the information i have! they may change slightly in the future as i wade deeper into the material, but yeah! <3

[straymackerel]

since requests are open I’d thought I’d send something in! mafia!dazai ahem,,, “asserting his dominance” after his s/o tries to take control in bed? thank you, I really love your writing!

➽─{ahhhh thank you dearie, hope u enjoy! i default to cis female nsfw per my rules but if you wanted something else i WILL do research for it all the same 💛💛💛}─❥

warning(s): nsfw, power play, biting, edging

You instantly know something’s wrong when you climb atop of Dazai, clumsily positioning yourself in cowgirl. Not a single trace of emotion graces his face as you attempt to service yourself, shifting up and down on his hardened cock. You bounce and pounce on him but to no avail, increasingly nervous as his eyes wander to study your flawed handiwork. Setting your hands on his still-clothed chest, you try to pick up the pace, but the sensation remains lacking. He grabs your hips without warning, holding you down.

“Poor little thing doesn’t seem to know her place,” Dazai growls beneath you. You stop immediately, but that only seems to further displease him.

“Now, now. Go on, finish what you started,” he orders, eyes narrowed. Bandaged hands push your hips back and forth. “Like this. Grind on me.” He watches you closely as you rock your hips in a similar fashion, letting his shaft bury itself deep inside of you as your clit rides him. Your bundle of nerves engorges with blood, its warmth clinging onto Dazai’s. Once you find your rhythm, a soft exhale leaves you and a warm tingle flutters from your core. His fingers dig into your sides after a while of this, demanding more action.

“Change it up for me, will you?” You hesitate a moment before swiveling your hips in a rotating motion, rewarded with the swelling of his erection inside of you. As you gyrate against his pubic bone, his length rubs into your g-spot with every rotation. Your sensitivity rises as a tender pulse envelops you. Washed over with lust, your motions become heated and desperate, the noises that escape you wee and needy. He silently admires the show, watching your form gain confidence the longer it dances on his dick, but knows that something’s missing. Something he craves in every interaction, every relationship. 

Control.

Dazai’s nimble fingers quickly unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie, which he uses to wrap around your neck. Tugging at the fabric, Dazai brings you face to face with him, pulling your body down at an angle. He smirks at your surprise.

“You seem to be having a lot of fun for a mere fucktoy. Maybe I need to remind you who’s really in control,” he husks.

In this position, the mafioso thrusts into you with ease, penetrating your slick hole over and over again. His hands return to your hips, lifting you for extra room to work with. He alternates between deep and shallow plunges, teasing you with the tip of his dick and then making you swallow him whole, all the while enjoying the unabated ecstasy that’s written on your face. The erratic pattern keeps you on edge, unable to predict his movements.

Self-satisfied, Dazai steals a kiss from you, and then another, flattening your lips with hunger. Knees buckling under you, you melt into his abrupt ferocity. Your legs begin to lose all feeling as his fullness continues to lurch inside you. You hover dangerously close to his mouth, which ghosts its way up to your neck. The proximity prompts him to suck on your exposed skin, causing you to arch your back.

“S-shit. Oh, fuck.” The words tumble from you as his teeth graze your skin, nibbling you hungrily. You’ve submitted to his touch by now, unable to do much else but smother your whimpers into the mattress. The skin of your neck breaks, electricity shooting from the spot where he flicks his tongue at the blood. The pressure in your walls continues to build up even as the Mafia exec slows down, sliding in and out of your entrance in an unbearably unhurried manner.

“Osamu, please, I think I’m almost there,” you manage to choke out, nearly passing out on top of him. Cock twitching as he pulls out, he scoffs before flipping you over.

“You don’t get to cum until I say you can cum,” Dazai hisses. “Now, on your fours.”

You comply, raising your ass in the air, upper half sinking into the bed in the futile hopes of getting comfortable. When you look back, he’s pumping his dick with one hand, undoubtedly readying himself to pound you. 

This is going to be a long, long night.

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