#Dazai is just a mean little fucker (loving)

[baby-tini]

So... you accept dark content? Perfect. Not a confession but.. I just need your thoughts on a dark poly skk

AHHH YESSS

My personal thoughts is that, I could see it working out, there would obviously be arguments and shit but entertaining none the less. You said dark, so I'm giving dark hc thoughts 😘

-Dazai doesn't have the space or money to keep you captive, so that's on Chuuya to do. You most likely have your own room at first just to settle in and learn to behave before they unchained you.

-Dazai is definitely the most affectionate, he doesn't know the meaning of boundaries. He'll touch you and kiss you, groping at your chest and ass. Pushing him away won't deter him, he's an asshole, he's gonna instigate shit.

-Chuuya would definitely be more open to treating you like a human and not just a pet or smth to stick his dick in (*cough* Dazai *cough*) he's more gentle and respectful of your boundaries and limits. Although... if he wants a kiss before he leaves for work.. then he's not taking "no" for an answer, love.

-Punishments... depends on who and why you're getting one. Dazai tends to let loose and be more sadistic with his punishments. Chuuya, depending on what you did, can either just spank you or edge you for hours. There ABSOLUTELY WILL be noncon involved at some point, sometimes Chuuya just doesn't have the patience to sweetly talk you into sucking him off... and Dazai? Dazai doesn't care all that much, especially if we're talking PM Dazai.. that fucker gives 0 shits about what you want.

-I do wanna say that if the punishment involves BOTH of them... just one question, WHAT DID YOU DO??? Dazai most likely will lead with most punishments because Chuuya is a pretty empathetic person so he'll go easy sometimes. You will definitely be chained up and spread open, they might drug you if you're fighting a little to much. You will ABSOLUTELY be fucked within an inch of your life, you won't know left from right anymore.

I have more but this is getting kind of long..

#baby-tini #anon ask #I wanna be there dumb little pet fr #need to be taken care of by Chuu #Dazai is just a mean little fucker (loving) #yandere dazai #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x fem reader #dazai x male reader #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #yandere chuuya #chuuya nakahara #yandere dazai x reader #yandere chuuya x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd smut #soukoku #dark soukoku #dark content #chuuya I'll be a good girl #promise ❤️

[nomazee]

Silly little thing I thought of

Like like imagine dazai and the reader have been friends for years like the reader knew him since his 15 goofer era... and they got used to eachother sm they usually sleep in eachothers beds n stuff :3

LIKE SOMETHING IS GOING ON BUT THEY STILL HAVE THE FRIENDSHIP LABEL.. 🐺🤞

this concept stuck itself in my head like a tapeworm and it has not escaped me for days IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED i wrote SO MUCH for this omfg i had so much fun writing this thank u for this wonderful idea pairing: dazai x gn reader word count: 2.5k content: fluff, vignette-style writing, friends-to-lovers unspoken label type of thing, soft dazai, domestic fluff without the marriage bit, banter, idiots in love im taking requests!

===

Dazai’s toes are still as frigid at night as they were seven years ago. You, of all people, would be the best person to measure this—not in a weird way, but you two have shared a bed at least once a week since your teenage years. You know all of Dazai’s annoying sleeping habits, including his ones of sleeping without socks and digging his feet into your shins for warmth. 

Annoying fucker. You sigh, batting his arm away from its loose hold around your waist. “Get your toes off of me,” you croak out, half-conscious and mind still addled with the remains of your once-deep sleep.

“What toes,” Dazai mutters back, smacking your intervening hand away and returning his arm to its rightful place around you. “I don’t have toes. I got rid of them after puberty, ‘member?” 

“I’m gonna kill you.” You won’t, not really, and the threats have lost their edge after all these years, but it’s fun to throw at him when he annoys you like this. “I know all your weaknesses, Osamu. One wrong move and you’ll be missing more than just your toes.” 

“I’m cold, dear. Would you really let me freeze like this? So mean.” 

You try not to choke up at the nickname. He’s been a fan of those recently, at least in the last year. You think it has something to do with your new places at the Agency. New workplace, new life, and new nicknames, apparently. If you overthink it you might puke on him and fall back asleep. 

“Not cruel. We have money now, you know. Go buy yourself socks. Wool, or something. Stupid ass cold ass toes.”

He goes quiet. Even in all these years of knowing him, half-living with him, you can’t tell if it’s a normal lull in the conversation or a calculated pause. It doesn’t unnerve you as much as it used to, but there’s still a cold chill at the nape of your neck that springs up at times like these. 

“Why would I do that when I have you?” 

Dazai has also been a fan of this recently—strange uncharacteristic moments of tenderness. He peels himself back for you and bares himself raw. The implications make you nauseous. Swathed in the darkness of the night, he can’t see your fingers twitch from where they lay next to your head, away from his sight; or the conflicted expression that crosses your face. 

Easing your breath out into a steady, deep rhythm, you pretend to be asleep. It’s not like he can’t tell, but the message is there. Let’s not talk about this until the morning. Let’s just sleep for the night. Let’s keep what we have and not change it for the worse. 

==

At age eighteen, shaken with the death of his friend and haunted by blood stains on his fingers, Dazai defects from the mafia. 

He doesn’t take you with him—at least, he doesn’t mean to. He expects to leave quietly, or as quietly as blowing up Chuuya’s car can be. He doesn’t expect you to drag yourself along kicking and screaming. 

Dazai doesn’t remember much about specifics, but he knows that one day he was alone in his underground apartment and the next day you were there. The kitchen smelled like melted marshmallows and rice krispies and his dingy counter was covered in sprinkles. 

“Hi, Dazai,” you’d greeted conversationally. “I’m making your favorite.” 

He doesn’t even like rice krispie treats. Hates them, actually. 

In truth, your presence is less the result of you “kicking and screaming” and more like an after-effect of your own quiet stubbornness. Your kicking-and-screaming was done in the passive aggressive way that you cleaned his dishes and made his bed and left big trays of rice krispie treats in his fridge for the next week. 

Neither of you talked about Chuuya. It was better for you that way. 

On the first night, Dazai remembers you holding him from behind, forehead pressed into the stretch of skin between his neck and shoulder. He’s sensitive there despite being wrapped in his stupid scratchy bandaids. His memories for the rest of the night are overrun by a feeling of want, an itch to feel your fingers on his bare skin, a craving for your hand on his stomach to slide beneath the hem of his shirt and press into the tender skin of his abdomen and keep him warm.  

===

“Leave me alone,” you grumble from behind the sleeve of your jacket. “I’m napping.” 

“It’s not napping if you’re still awake.” 

“I wouldn’t be awake if it wasn’t for your annoying ass.” Rotating your body to face the ceiling from your place on the Agency’s couch, you sigh when your view is blocked by Dazai’s ugly stupid face. He’s smiling in that conniving way that he does when he’s about to do something super annoying. Another sigh escapes you when he leans down close enough for the overgrown ends of his hair to brush against your nose. The puff of air from your verbal discontent makes the strands sway slightly. You try not to think about how mesmerizing he looks when he’s this close, with the light from the window casting a golden sheen on the crown of his head. 

Since when did you get this sappy? Must be Dazai rubbing off on you, obviously. 

“So tired already! It’s barely noon.” 

“You came into work an hour ago. I’ve been here since eight. Try being responsible for a change, might exhaust you just as much.” 

“Hmm.” He tilts his head, big stupid shiny brown eyes blinking down at you like he’s observing a specimen. “I think I’m more than responsible enough.” 

“Sure,” you relent, turning back around to shove your face into the corner of the couch and block out the incoming light. It’s the truth—you’re exhausted. A persistent weariness permeates your bones from how much you’ve been working these last few weeks. It’s not like it’s anyone’s fault in particular, not even Dazai’s despite how much he slacks on paperwork. But looming threats from enemy organizations hang over everyone’s heads and there’s no shortage of uncertainty in the Agency. It’s been mission after mission for you, and you’re taking every break you can get. 

Rustling sounds from above you, but you pay it no mind, busying yourself with nestling all of your body into the crevices of the couch and hopefully turning into a piece of furniture yourself. It might be a more peaceful life, really. The calm is short-lived when you feel fingers tap along your cheek—not in a rousing gesture, but something along the lines of placating. 

Dazai squeezes a hand beneath your head and cups the side of your face pressed against the couch, tilting it closer to him before you feel a warm press of lips against your cheek. He lingers. He always does. You can feel the gentle inhales and exhales breeze against your face before he breaks his kiss away. Your cheek is warm for more reasons than one. 

“Take care of yourself,” and oh, god, you’ll never get used to this, never get used to how tender and soft he’s become with you, never get used to how this Agency has fostered something like kindness in both of you. Your stomach stirs with something unnamed and if you were braver, you’d blink your eyes open and reach up and grab the sides of his face and pull him down to you. 

But you’re not brave, and there’s people still behind you in the office, and you wonder what led Dazai to be soft enough to kiss your face like that in front of everyone. You’re sure they’re watching you both. The Agency is full of gossips, whether they admit it or not. 

===

“Dazai,” Ango Sakaguchi grits out from behind the crackling reception of a burner phone. “They were not a part of the plan.” 

“You think I don’t know that, Ango?” Dazai replies, tone more playful than aggressive. “I know they’re not a part of the plan. They knew they weren’t part of the plan, too. But it’s too late to do anything about it. It’s just a minor change.” 

“A minor change?” Ango’s voice is strained with stress, no doubt pulling out strands of his hair as they speak. “I have to deal with not one, but now two members of the mafia defecting. Do you know how much work this was to begin with?” 

The thing is—of course Dazai knows. He knows everything. The minute he found you in his kitchen, his stomach dropped with the uncertainty of the future. Going underground with another person was nothing short of a burden, at least on paper. But, he couldn't find it in himself to think of you like that. Like a burden. 

“We’ll figure it out, Ango. If you don’t, then we will.” 

A gritty sigh sounds from the other side of the phone call. “I’m putting a lot of faith in you, Dazai. Don’t screw this up.” 

===

“Made you lunch. Since, obviously, you’re not gonna do that for yourself any time soon.” 

A closed plastic container is thrown on the counter in front of Dazai. He looks at it, then up at you, eyebrow raised as if he doesn’t have a clue what this could be about. He’s not that stupid, though. You of all people would know that. 

“How nice of you! Too bad I’m not hungry.” His lip juts out in a poor imitation of a pout, and he looks ugly with it. So ugly. Ugly enough to make you feel the need to kiss him all over and then slap him. An incredulous huff escapes you. 

“I don’t care if you’re hungry. Eat. It has crab in it, see, your favorite.” 

“I thought my favorite was rice krispies?” 

You freeze. It hadn’t occurred to you that he might remember that, after all this time. You don’t dwell, because that’s the worst thing to do with Osamu Dazai—dwell. 

“Don’t act stupid. Just eat it. Even if it’s not the whole thing, at least some of it. It would do you some good.” Getting serious with Dazai is one of the most awkward, unbearable things you could ever do. He has a way of making you feel stupid for worrying about him, with all his roundabout jokes and skills of evasion built up over years. You’ve found that being straightforward is the best way to avoid all those blank moments of silence. 

His fingers curl around the plastic lid and pop it open. The container is still warm, having cooked all its contents just half an hour before showing up at Dazai’s apartment with conviction in your eyes. “Sure,” he says. “I’ll have some.” 

You bring out a duplicate container with a serving for you, and treat yourself to a juice box from his fridge. You try not to launch into a lecture at the sight of his barren pantry—that’s best done by Kunikida. The both of you eat in silence, sitting across from each other at Dazai’s dusty kitchen island. 

He only gets through a few bites before pushing the container away and complaining about how full he is. You know it’s not the truth, but it’s the mixed-up signals that his body sends him. It’s not that he’s full, but his persistent lack of appetite has caused a lot of troubles for him in the past and you don’t doubt that it’ll keep causing troubles in the future, too. 

“Let’s get you to bed, then,” you tell him, dragging him up from his chair despite his whining protests. “I won’t make you shower, but you should probably do that tomorrow, ‘cause your hair’s about to get all greasy and disgusting.”

“So crude.” 

“I do my best.” 

You let him change on his own, but not before picking out a nice soft set of matching pajamas from deep inside his closet. You grumble a little in annoyance. The set was a birthday gift you got for him a year ago and that asshole pushed it to the back of his wardrobe and never touched it again. What a brat. You throw a pair of fuzzy socks at him to boot. 

Once he’s changed into proper sleep clothes, you can tell that the exhaustion is starting to hit him. He sways a little on his feet and his blinks last for a little too long, as if he’s chasing sleep every time his eyes shut. With another begrudging sigh, you set him down on the floor of the bathroom and dollop his toothbrush with fruity kid’s toothpaste—because of course that’s the only toothpaste he owns—and brush his teeth for him. 

Dazai dozes off in the middle of it, and you can’t bring yourself to wake him up in the most annoying way possible. You try really, really hard to not think about how soft you’ve gotten. You’re an ex-mafia member, past coated with dark stains and entrails and death, all of those dark things. Your blood is just as black as Dazai’s, if not more. And yet, being a part of this stupid Detective Agency with this stupid man has melted you down into something parallel to good.

Don’t dwell. It’ll do you no good. 

You use a gentle grip with the toothbrush, ensuring that his delicate gums don’t tear with the force of the bristles. A warm feeling stirs in your chest. It feels like you’ve proven something, like you’ve proven to the world that your coal-stained hands can be gentle, too. You can kill and you can nurture. You tap Dazai awake with a little more care, now. 

“Rinse your mouth,” you tell him in a whisper. “Then you can sleep.” And after a pause, you add, “I promise,” because now you’re in the business of making promises to people. 

Dazai rinses his mouth, and you wipe off the remaining droplets of water from his face with a paper towel that you leave on the counter for your future self to throw out. You lace your fingers with his as you walk to his bed. Not that he needs any guiding. Of course he doesn’t. It’s just a little extra insurance, you think. 

“Stay with me,” he mumbles out the minute you lay him down on the bed. It’s a sentence, and not a question, because he’d rather die than ask you something so vulnerable. He’s doing it again—peeling himself back and baring himself raw for you. Your head swims and your vision blurs with either a migraine or with tears, you can’t tell. But your lips quirk up into a stupid smile and he sees it despite his half-lidded eyes, and he smiles back like the stupid dope that he is. 

“Yeah, of course. I’m right here, Osamu. Go to sleep.” 

And he does. Of course, not before he feels you cup the opposite side of his face and plant a warm, lingering kiss on the swell of his cheek just as he did for you weeks before. The faint laugh that he lets out before he falls asleep is enough to tell you that he’ll be making fun of you for it in the morning. For now, though, he’s soft and pliant and warm between your hands, and you sleep.

#dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #osamu x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu x you #dazai osamu fic #bungo stray dogs fic #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs x you #dazai osamu #i forgof how to tag hejkp me #openeing up comissions soon... maybne.... #this was so fun to write like it lived in my brain for a week and i wrote a little bit every day #i had DAYDREAMS ABOUT THIS CONCEPT BRO LIKE

[judasgot-it]

Hihi!! So uh, Im not sure if your requests are open or not but, could you write a Dazai x GN!reader fic based on the song "Memories"by Conan Gray? If your requests aren't open then thats fine anyways have a nice day! :D

oh we are so ON I fucking love abusing Dazai. Also sorry about this one dude I am like going THROUGH IT but dw I'm getting better

also btw song recommendations cause I was also listening to it when writing this fic:

Bad Man - Alex G

Memories - Conan Gray

Scenario: Ex! Dazai coming back to the reader over and over again.

You didn't know how you felt.

A million feelings passed through your heart as you gazed through the glass, staring straight into the hallway.

Of course the bastard chose now to come here, at fuck off o'clock, when he could have done it at any other time.

"Y/n. Please let me in."

His voice was quiet. Defeated.

It was fake, you had to keep reminding yourself of that.

He was playing it all up. An act.

You didn't want to let yourself open the door.

It was cruel to leave him out in the rain.

You looked out the window again. The bastard was still there, staring blankly at your door. He knew how to look miserable.

Like a wet, abandoned dog.

Fucker.

"Dazai. Go home. Please."

You hoped he heard you. Resting your head against the door, you waited for him to respond.

Knocks.

He knocked three times. You could feel his knucks rap against the door, impatient.

You sighed. It was hopeless. He wouldn't give up.

"Y/n. Please."

His face was more miserable than you imagined as you swung the door open. His wet hair was pressed against his forehead, his eyebrows furrowing so deep they nearly hid his mocha eyes. The way he stared at you made you want to run away - it was intense, something more than human.

The only thing that blocked him from your home was your body. He stepped towards you. A small one, where you could see the rain dripping from his body start to leech onto your carpet.

You averted his gaze and stepped aside, letting him walk inside freely.

This would end the same as it always did.

"Close the door, I'll get you a towel."

Keeping your gaze anywhere else but him, you walked inside of your house, letting him inside. He was quiet as he got comfortable, but it grated on your ears - how he knew where to put his shoes, how he stepped right into your kitchen, sitting in the same seat he always sat in.

There was a corner seat along your kitchen bar, dedicated just for him. One that had a chair that wobbled as he sat upon it, creaking with his weight.

He was sitting in your home as if he belonged there.

It forced you to stare back at him, as he stared at the painting on your wall, his hair dripping all over your tiled floor.

His coat was hung on the coat rack, as if it belonged there.

"I'm making tea."

Maybe if you ignored him, he would go away. Like a recurring nightmare where you could never run away fast enough.

Unfortunately, his presence was a little too big to be ignored. Like his cologne, with the way it smelled as sweet as a rotting body, forcing you to feel him through all of your senses.

"Y/n, I'm sorry for what I said."

"I don't want to hear that. I meant what I said last time. It's over Dazai, we're over."

You didn't let him look into your eyes as you kept your eyes on the kettle, using it as a sort of shield. At this point you were hoping he would be stupid to come behind you, so then you could throw it at him. Then you could see him have a reason to finally use the bandages covering his skin.

The exhaustion was getting to you. The idiot was wearing you down, he knew how to make people break.

It was easy to give him the satisfaction.

"I really do love you. You mean everything to me."

A deep breath. The air filled your lungs, making you realize that you had hunched over a little too much. Picking your head up, you got the bravery to look Dazai in the face again.

He truly looked pathetic, his wet hair plastered to his cold skin.

But his eyes looked as dead as ever. You couldn't see anything past them.

These really were just words to him.

"If you cried would it mean anything to you anymore?"

Dazai blinked at you. He slowly raised his eyebrow, giving you a moment to rethink your sentence.

You kept your face calm. The wait felt like walking through hell.

"I meant what I said Y/n."

He repeated his words, ignoring what you said entirely. There was a small smile on his face, as if that would change the situation at all.

Tonight would end the same as it always had. You tried to change the ending but Dazai was imperiable to your efforts. He was wearing you down like an old kitchen knife.

"I meant what I said too, Dazai. You need to leave."

You could feel how hard he hit his own face, as if punishing himself for the rejection. The laughter that shook his wet body was nearly mechanical - a little too loud for what the room could ever call for.

Dazai truly looked strange as he shook in his chair - his chair, as no one else could claim a chair that was bound to break at a moment's notice.

"Please, Y/n. Please. Stop. Why do you do this to me?"

He leaned his back against the wall, with only two legs on the ground. Like a child, he rocked like that, back and forth.

"Please, please, please. I'm sorry. I said I'm sorry. I'm here and I'm sorry. I'll let you kick me, I-"

He hit his head against the back of the wall, making a sound you'd rather not hear again from the man.

"I'll do anything. I'll let you kick me, spit on me. I'll be your dog for as long as you want, I'll beg. I'm begging right now Y/n, just please! I need you, I'm not anything without you."

He was crying, his voice great at lying. His face was too.

But his eyes still looked dead. It was all fodder.

The light behind his eyes, if you can ever even recall there ever being one, was out. All that was staring at you were two dead marbles. They had no destination, their game having ended long ago.

"I don't know why I let you in here."

The kettle began to scream. Your body ran to shut the heat off, for a second successfully ignoring Dazai.

You found yourself watching your hands as they automatically pulled out two sets of cups, getting ready to your tea. You had to force yourself to stop as you looked back at Dazai, still in his claimed spot.

He didn't live here anymore.

"I thought you were making tea?"

You stared at him, looking back to the box of tea on your counter. It was waiting for the two of you, like it always had after your fights.

A peace offering, even after the worst of them.

"No. Dazai, I'm sorry."

It was horrible, the way your voice began to choke. You tried to swallow it at first, but it felt futile.

"I can't keep doing this, Dazai. It's over. You have to go home."

It was frustrating - how you had tears welling up in your eyes, how your face began to swell. But it was worth saying.

"We can talk it out Y/n. I know I messed up, but I promise we can be better next time. We can work it out!"

"Get out. Please, just get out."

You turned away from him, putting away his mug in the cabinet.

Your mug. You bought it, with your money.

"While you're at it, go get your things that you haven't bothered to pick up."

Doing the best you could, you kept your back turned away from him, making your own cup of tea. Just the way you liked it, without bothering to think of how he liked his.

It left half of a kettle of hot water left. You elected to ignore it still.

It took a good minute or two as you waited for Dazai to get the message. He was sitting in that chair, waiting for you to get the mug out, to pour him a drink again.

Instead, you found the view of your blank wall much more interesting.

In your mind it was between nothing and forever when he finally stood up - knowing the way around your apartment and grabbing the items he quite possibly left on purpose, and to the time he got to the door.

He didn't leave just yet. The door didn't open.

"It's still raining."

He said that, waiting for you to respond.

Your eyes had drawn the face of Steve Jobs on the wall instead, trying your best to ignore him. It was hard too, since you could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks in waves.

It took forever when he had finally cleared his throat, taking one step towards the door. You didn't respond.

It was a long moment between that step and the next.

Then the next. And the next. And another.

The door clicked open after that, closing rather loudly. The loudest Dazai's lack of a presence ever felt in your life.

ok I think I'm finally done doing sad angsty stuff with Dazai. It's just too damn easy ! (I say this when I had this in my drafts for MONTHS)

#dazai x y/n #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai x you #bsd dazai #sorry yall but IM WORKING THERE I SWEAR ON IT !!!

[larathia]

BSD thoughts (mostly Dazai related)

* So help me if there’s an actual ‘double suicide’ song that he keeps singing along to, someone BETTER find me a link for it. (There has to be, right? I mean, I used to listen to a whole band called Suicidal Tendencies, this song totally has to exist, doesn’t it?)

* I love that the argument that gets him to switch sides is basically “your life is shit either way, a meaningless void that will never be filled...but hey, if you work for the good guys, at least the little bit right by you will be slightly more beautiful”, because that’s honestly a damn solid argument to reach that mindset.

* I further love that, just as clearly, there are a few people that give Dazai a reason to live because that reason is “fucking with their minds and being the most annoying shit possible because they’re so funny when they’re spluttering”.

* I also love that he is both clearly suicidal and also very proud. Because you can absolutely watch him looking a Death By A Thousand Armed Mooks in the face and sighing “oh, no, not you fuckers, that’s just not happening. i am not dying to you fuckers, you clearly lack sufficient class.”

And I love these things because man, I have been there. The small reasons with a side order of spite and pettiness have gotten me through many a day.

#bungo stray dogs #bsd osamu dazai

[kickingstonesandbones]

ADA: Songs the BSD characters remind me of (even though no one asked)

I’ve recently watched all 3 seasons of the Anime, the movie and the OVA and have started reading the Manga from the beginning. Right now I am only at chapter 40 because I started reading like 2 days ago, so idk stuff that would happen after the Anime storyline (if it goes that much further than season 3 ending, I wouldn’t know). I based this off on either specific lyrics that made me think it would fit the character or a certain vibe I was getting from a character. For some characters it was easier, for some not so much lol It is why some characters have multiple songs that make me think of them while others only have one (if they even do have one, that is – but the ADA does, except for Katai). So please do not rip into me because you think a song might not fit them as well as I do, because I just have not gotten to the latest chapter of the Manga yet, so there are some characters I do not know that well yet but I wanted to do this for fun. Other than that, I hope you enjoy this list~ Also, feel free to add to my list if you have songs that I haven’t mentioned but think would fit the characters, if you want to~

My taste in music is also pretty broad and not limited to certain languages or genres (though I do have my preferences), so I will provide translations of the lyrics in different languages from English. The German ones (like Kontra K, Elif, etc.) were translated by myself (on the spot), for other languages like Romanian or Korean, etc. I had to look up translations on the internet.

Disclaimer: For the songs for Dazai, one might want to consider a TW, for one of his songs has extremely open-no-room-for-speculation suicidal lyrics. If this affects you, please skip that one, I will put that song last on his list.

And, well, because this is 12 pages long in the document, I will be making a cut here…

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𝔸𝔻𝔸 𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝

💙 Wölfe (Wolves) by Kontra K 💙

It’s about so much more than just strength, it’s about solidarity and virtue / It runs so much deeper than your wounds could ever get / We’re walking through the fire together until the day we die […] /

And we are so infinitely far away from being perfect / But what doesn’t kill us will make us stronger / And hope dies last / It dies last /

A lot of the members have been through quite some shit, but they hold it together all the time and always pull through and manage to keep moving forward sooo (some random arsehole I talked to spoilered me about Yosano and Mori  -_-)

💙 Born For This by The Score 💙

A force that they can’t stop / They just don’t get it, I think they forget / I’m not done until I’m on top / I know I was born for this / I know I was born for this […] /

We are the warriors, who learned to love the pain / We come from different places but have the same name / ‘Cause we were born for this / We are the broken ones, who chose to spark a flame / Watch as our fire rages, our hearts are never tame /

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ℕ𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚

💙 Believe by Hollywood Undead 💙

I can’t believe / That when I breathe / That there’s something good inside of me / Just one good thing inside of me / So close to me / That memory / Of that one good thing inside of me / Just one good thing inside of me /

If I went out the back door, nobody would stop me / But, where would I go? / ‘Cause I ain’t never had a real home / So, what do I know? / So, I could keep runnin’, hide until they find me / But, what would that do? /

That he really hates himself that much and how insecure he is in his right to be alive not just simply because he is a living being really hurts to see.

💙 Face it by NF 💙

Don’t know how to face it / Let’s go back to basics / Yes, say what you mean, do what you say, but man I hate this / I just don’t know what I’m chasing, don’t know what I’m chasing / Yes, somebody told me / Life is something you don’t wanna play with / But I just keep on playing like life is just a playground […] / I look at myself and I ask what the goal is / Yeah, tell me what your goal is / I’m just so lost in emotions, I don’t even notice / I just slip into a place and I don’t think straight / Devil in my ear tryna tell me everything’s great / And in a year realize I’m in the same place / Running in the same race, same pace […] /

Get that sickness out my mouth / I feel like my train is derailing / I can feel it / Yo these words are only words until they actions / Words until they actions, strive on empty satisfactions / Yeah, the fact is I don’t know, fact is I don’t know /

💙 월식  (My Tragedy) by Taeyeon 💙

At the end of an empty day / Everyone busily returns from somewhere / In the red night sky / I disappear into the darkness little by litte / These many sparkling lights / There isn’t a single light that’s mine / Under the cold shade by myself / Like it wasn’t there from the start /

💙 Oceans by Jacob Lee 💙

I learnt to let go when I was younger / Scared of growing old / I would swim far into the ocean / And try to stay afloat / Until my lungs would cough up water […] /

I don't want love no more / Though it's the one thing I've been searching for / Though it's the one thing that I miss the most / Now I'm afraid to be alone / I learnt to grow old when I was younger / Scared of staying young / Afraid of the thoughts that I had conjured / That sat atop my tongue / Knowing I'd change the worlds opinion / If they would just, listen up / But they won't, now /

I feel worthless / Maybe I should open the drawer / Burn the pages / Write poems with the ash on the floor / Pour the ink, into the sink / And watch it drain from the shore /

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𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕚 𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦

I know Dazai has a looooot of songs, but tbh I could’ve added at least another 15 because. There. Were. Just.  S O .  M A N Y .  T H A T  F I T  H I M  S O  W E L L ‼‼ (Well, at least the ones I could think of off of the top of my head right away.)

💙 Believe by Hollywood Undead 💙

Don’t you know, little boy, they’ll lay you to waste, man / Little do they know, every song is a lifespan / Yeah, they’ve taken one, but I’m takin’ my last chance / To hold all we know and let go with both hands / Though, don’t you know that plots are made from concrete / Right through the stone, can you hear my heart beat? / Beats through my bone, like no memory left me / Not for a second or a minute when I dream […] / My heart beats heavy in an open chest / And, I wanna say goodbye, but there’s nobody left /

I broke it all, and I put to the test / Put your hands in mine, and feel this emptiness / There’s no beat in my chest / ‘Cause there’s nothin’ left / No, it ain’t goodbye, its a last caress  / What’s another dream? / You could hardly sleep /

Makes me think of Oda aka the bond they had aka the admiration Dazai had for him.

💙 Face it by NF 💙

I ain’t sleeping lately / I ain’t sleeping lately / Yes, I know that I’m the only person that can change me / Maybe, that’s why I ain’t changing / That’s why I ain’t changing / I got too much on my mind, I guess I don’t know how to face it /

He obviously has a lot of issues, and I bet he still doesn’t think of himself as a good person. It strikes me as if he’s thinking that Agency Dazai is not much different from Mafia Dazai. “Your hands are black. Mafia black,” as Higuchi said. I think he did not deny it when she said that, so he doesn’t disagree with her.

💙 Rain by Hollywood Undead 💙

I don’t mind, no I don’t mind, I don’t mind the rain / Simple things and subtleties, they always stay the same / I don’t mind, that I don’t mind, no I don’t mind the rain / Like a widow’s heart, we fall apart, but never fade away (fade away) /

Run like a child, do you know where I came from? / No, I don’t, but I’m singing all the same songs / I’m alone, and you’re looking for your anyone / Does it hurt just to know that it’s all gone? / I can feel the pain in the words that you say / Hidden in the letters that were written to no name […] / Buried in red, white, and a side of some blue / Some will die too late, and somebody too soon / If he could come back, we’ll see what it cost him / We had to lose it all, just to know that we lost one /

💙 Lass mich lieber allein (better just leave me alone) by Kontra K 💙

Man, don’t explain the world to me, it isn’t perfect / And just as imperfect are also you, her and me / All of that isn’t a problem to me / But tell me, since when does hatred laugh so audaciously into my face? / But it’s somehow alright for me […] / Man, I wish for a minuscule part of naivety back / But it seems it’s somehow too late for me / Somehow already too late for me […] /

Already been wandering for so long, you forget / Who is worthy of sacrificing yourself for and for whom you better not do it / You run along the street of success without any luck (on your side) / But she walks out of hell into heaven only once and then right back / If you end up where you started then where is the meaning? /

Because I also have my baggage to carry all on my own / Just like all of the fuckers that think I’m living in heaven all by myself / But the fire and the flames in which I’ve been standing in for so long already / Man, they refuse to see them / But it’s somehow alright for me /

You better just leave me alone / Because when they carry you on their hands, they will (eventually) let you drop / I’d rather fall alone/by myself / Rather alone/by myself /

💙 Lies by Will Jay 💙

I'd rather tell myself if I ignore / These thoughts they'll go away / And my toxic friends have changed / Truth is I hate confrontation / Deal with it tomorrow / 'Cause there's nothing I can do / That's my favourite excuse / Feeding my procrastination […] /

And I think I just realised I would do anything / To keep hiding the pain I've been burying / That's why I tell / Lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lies /

💙 Du willst es (You want it) by Kontra K 💙

Only the good ones die young, and not long after the best ones follow / No idea, ask death why he thinks that I am so damn bad / Still here, we’re almost not worthy of heaven / Working day for day, only the hatred kills the pain / Life will shoot you in the chest but only ever hit your heart / Thank God that place in my chest has been emptied a long time ago […] /

We asked God, “why” / But the devil said, “doesn’t matter” / We’re swimming in a pool full of misery / But bring us another glass of it /

💙 Wie gemacht dafür (like we were made for it) by Kontra K 💙

Pretty normal, normal / Because you can’t get me, get me further down (the hole/ditch) / Than I’ve already been, you get it? […] / I’m going one-on-one with my inner demons, and I’ve been doing that for the past 13 years / I’ve been there, no matter what happened / Ask your gangsters, they know my voice / Have respect, respect for the realness / But fucking piss me off, and I’ll be sending you to heaven […] /

What pressure are you talking about, I inhale this city deep into my lungs / Put it on the beat and I’ll be giving you a new reason for your hatred /

Like we were made for it, we’re running through hell barefooted / We’re living rent-free in their heads, with the real ones, with the real ones / Like we were made for it, always loyal to my people / Swapping none of my friends for money, for the real ones, for the real ones […] /

If you’re my enemy, I’ll give you lead (bullets) / If you’re my friend, I’ll give you love / Because a wolf stays fucking loyal only to his family /

💙 Lonely by Nathan Wagner 💙

Is everybody lonely? / Is everybody scared? / Is everybody worried / That no one really cares? / See I'm afraid to love, but afraid to be alone / Still I wonder why my heart is always broke / What a way to live, let the fear take all control / Oh, this ain't life, no / I'm not alive […] /

'Cause I'm afraid to show the people who I am / I'm not special, I'm just a simple broken man / So I will hide my face with my picture perfect mask / Oh, this ain't life, no / It's just a lie […] /

If I looked you in the eye / And showed the broken things inside / Would you run away? / Would you run away? / If you saw my darkest parts / The wicked things inside my heart / Would you run away? / Or are you the same? /

The following one makes me think of Mafia Dazai

💙 Body Count by Grey ft. Thutmose 💙

I got a hunger, I got a fever / And it just won't quit / I got a temper, I got a bullet / With your name on it / Everybody wonders what it's like on top / I don't gotta wonder 'cause I call the shots […] /

My blood runs cold and my feet run faster / I still got heart, I hear a heart don't matter / Say what you want and it'll be your last words / It ain't a secret, I got a hit list / And baby, you're up next /

Stack 'em up, stack 'em up / Teach 'em not to fuck with me / Bag 'em up, bag 'em up / Let 'em know who runs these streets / Take 'em down, take 'em down / Count 'em out like one, two, three / Add a-na-na-na-na-na-na-nother one  / To the body count /

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T r i g g e r   W a r n i n g  !

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💙 Bullet by Hollywood Undead 💙

Gone too far and yeah I'm gone again / It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends / I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends / One’s a bottle of pills, one’s a bottle of Gin / I'm twenty stories up, yeah I'm up at the top / I'll polish off this bottle, now it's pushing me off / Asphalt to me has never looked so soft / I bet my momma found my letter, now she’s calling the cops / I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it / 'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance / Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent / 'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is / I've been trying too long, with too dull of a knife / But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice / I never bought a suit before in my life / But when you go to meet god, you know you wanna look nice /

We hit the sky, there goes the light / No more sun, why's it always night / When you can't sleep, well, you can't dream / When you can't dream, well, what’s life mean? / We feel a little pity, but don't empathize / The old are getting older, watch a young man die […] /

When you were young, you never thought you'd die / Found that you could but too scared to try / You looked in the mirror and you said goodbye / Climb to the roof to see if you could fly /

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow / Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow

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𝕐𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕠 𝔸𝕜𝕚𝕜𝕠

💙 Brunette Ambition by Qveen Herby 💙

'Cause it's been three weeks and four days / No days off, just runways / I’m fucked up, I'll throw shade / Outwork you on a bad day […] /

On a mission, got no competition / It's hard to sleep with brunette ambition / Revenge is sweet, pussy: my religion / They say slow down, but I never listen /

Old me forsaken, these rules are for breaking / I get lonely with no new friends / Associate, but they can't relate / When you want the world, they’re uncomfortable /

This one is 50% lyrics, 50% overall energy of the song. Yosano is a bad bitch, and I love her.

💙 STFD by TeZATalks 💙    [Flash Warning for epilepsy]

I'm not here to take no names or reservations / I'm the devil telling Satan I'm just wild / Sit the fuck down / Imma kill it let me live just how I'm livin' / Ghetto heart with good intentions / I'm just wild / Sit the fuck down /

I'm chasing freedom for the fearless / I gotta do it 'cause I can't chase fear myself / I'm 'bout as broken as I confess / But better than most that lay cower / Proud of who they crowd / You don't know me / Coming to take your crown / Bow down / You know that I can do better, better / I don't need you to come in and show me how / Settle down / Cause you know that I can do better, better /

This song is mostly just the vibe for me. Quite…. unapologetic. Like the badass bitch vibe Yosano gives off, despite (or probably especially because of) her past.

💙 Nur mir (only to myself) by Elif 💙

Can’t believe what’s happening to me / Your words have manipulated me / I shouldn’t lose the connection to myself / Because otherwise your words will always stay with me / At first, you were there for me / But then you wanted me as your property […] / This city is big enough for the two of us / I have to share it with 4 million others anyway / I get onto the same train, stand on the same platform / Oh, everything’s profit (to you), everything’s yours /

But I only belong to myself, only to myself / Belong to myself, only to myself / Not to her, not to him, not to you /

💙 Disease by Hollywood Undead 💙

Our words are broken but they’re spoken aloud / So come together, come together again / The time is now, let Armageddon begin / They say beginnings always start with the ends / I say forever and forever, Amen /

Forget what you are / Forget what you feel / We stand apart but fall together / Nothing ever lasts forever /

We’re born to live, we’re born to die / We’re forced to swallow these pills and to never ask why / What I’ve become, why can’t you see / That everybody, everybody, everybody’s got this disease? /

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𝔼𝕕𝕠𝕘𝕒𝕨𝕒 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕡𝕠

💙 The Wolf by SIAMÉS 💙

Each and every day / Hiding from the sunshine / Wandering in the shade / Not too old, not too young / Every night again / Dancing with the moonlight / Somewhere far away / I can hear your call […] / Ain’t no fairytale / What I see in your eyes / Awaiting your mistake / Not too close, not too far /

Honestly, finding a song for Ranpo somehow was harder than it should’ve been lmao Originally, this song is about addiction, but if you read them in the sense of it being about a criminal, whom Ranpo is about to catch, it makes more sense. I am sorry I can’t provide a better song for him right now djhfksjlhdfujhhgkfc

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𝕂𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝔻𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠

💙 Fuck You by Silent Child 💙

Am I wasting my breath on you / Feels like my words are never getting through, yeah / I never said I hate you to someone so much before / I'm light headed when we talk and then you shut the door, god damn / Like what are we still talking for, yeah /

I really hope you don’t see tomorrow  / I tried to play nice with you / 'Cause all you ever do is try to fuck up my day / And you were successful / (But I know the truth) / No you don't have anything better to do / Everything you ever loved has tried to escape you / So why would I want anything to do with you /

Fuck you /

Don’t lie, he would blast this at full volume when Dazai fucks up his schedule again HAHAHA (I love their dynamic)

💙 Waiting by Zhavia Ward 💙

The truth is you don't even / Know what the hell you believe / But you should believe / Lions don't lose sleep / Over the opinions of sheep /

So if you're waitin' / To watch me fall / Watch me fall / Watch me fall / I'ma keep you waitin' / To watch me fall / Watch me fall / Watch me fall / I'ma keep you waitin' /

Empire State kinda view / And I'm up here with the crew / I got the feelin' that you wishin' / You could be up here too / Maybe I should feel bad for you / Be a little sentimental / But I don't, no I won't / Make excuses for you to hide behind /

This one makes me think of the time Fyodor tried to break him mentally by making that little girl sacrifice herself (Season 3), but he got back up pretty quickly again after having his ideals get shaken like that.

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𝔽𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕐𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚

💙 S.C.A.V.A. by Hollywood Undead 💙

Here's the massacre, a mausoleum fit for me / Lived a hundred years, a hundred years I didn't see / Gave all my hope away, isn't any left for me? / Bombs are splitting atoms, what can the future bring? / We can fill a million choirs and wait till children sing / We can walk a million miles and end up in the sea / And our lungs just keep filling and lying when we breathe / The world's filled with liars, liars like me / And I look at my child, it's finite, this feeling / Eyes blue like the sky, I see all of this meaning / I reach up to God and I ask if I'm dreaming […] /

Everybody says greetings and goodbyes / Everybody pays, no one knows the price / We know the price of sin, the sin of sacrifice / I know I'll sin again, but who can save me twice? / How much can we ask? You'll get the answer first / How much can we kneel with the air that chills the earth? / The air keeps getting colder, my knees keep hitting dirt / The innocent can cry without the guilty getting hurt / You ask who you love and you don't know, no, do you? / The spirit of God just passes right through you / You gave away heaven, handed right to you / And I can see it all, tell me, is it true? /

Fukuzawa is that anime character that’s visibly been through a lot of shit (and has done a lot of shit as well, even morally grey or black), which could be why he’s so stern and not a man of many words. Marked by life, if you will. He also gives off a very “wise man” kinda vibe right from the beginning, so I think that this song somewhat fits him because it is wondering about the state of the world and human nature.

💙 Courtesy Call by Thousand Foot Krutch 💙

This is your last warning / A courtesy call / I am not afraid / Of the storm that comes my way / When it hits it shakes me to the core / And makes me stronger than before / It’s not a question about trust / But will you stand with us? […] /

There’s a rumble in the floor / So get prepared for war / When it hits it’ll knock you to the ground / When it shakes up everything around / But survivial is a must / So will you stand with us? /  

This song just has that badass vibe. And no one can deny that Fukuzawa has a badass and intimidating vibe as well as he seems so stern and stoic most of the time.

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𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕜𝕚 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕦

💙 Nesimtit by Mark Stam 💙

I don't have lots of cash / But enough for me to buy you an ice cream / For us to go on a walk / And for you to whisper to me in the waves of the ocean / I've taken some days from the border / And I put some behind the door, on ice / For cloudy weather / So that we can have them when the movie of life passes […] /

Let me be your lifeline / When your world is in the process of demolition / Let your dreams fly / I promise, we'll catch them somewhere around the sun /

Oddly enough, the Tanizaki siblings were just as hard for me as Ranpo… There aren’t really that many songs that would make me think of them. But this Romanian one made me (partly) think of him, I also think it’s cute and would probably fit him lol Especially the last four lines make me think of him and Naomi. After all, he’d even burn down the whole world if it was for her sake. All in all, this just sounds like him in the sense of a really supporting person/friend/brother.

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𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕜𝕚 ℕ𝕒𝕠𝕞𝕚

💙 You Should See Me In A Crown by Billie Eilish 💙

You say, "Come over, baby / I think you're pretty" / I'm okay, I'm not your baby / If you think I'm pretty /

You should see me in a crown / I'm gonna run this nothing town / Watch me make 'em bow / One by one by one / One by one by / You should see me in a crown / Your silence is my favorite sound / Watch me make 'em bow / One by one by one / One by one by one /

Naomi isn’t giving me the same “badass bitch” vibe as Yosano does, but she does have that “badass princess” vibe. Is that making any kind of sense? Like, she does not have an ability, but she is neither dumb nor completely helpless in all situations. So, there is a slight badass vibe, but not the “I can and I. W i l l . Kick your stupid. Bitch. Ass.” – so a…. “badass princess”? Because she also has that elegant aura about her. I hope I am making sense…?

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ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕠 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕠

💙 2! 3! by BTS 💙

We know that you are happy right now / That you're slaying right now / You have all what you deserve / And we are so damn proud / But you're people, like us / You have spars, you get hurt / You get tired of the pressure / You get tired of the rush / God, thank you so much! / For giving us the chance / To tell you that we're here for you / And this will never change /

Lay on us / When dark times come and surround you / Our light will help you to get through / Our love is gonna heal you / Lay on us / The ones who would go to space to / Steal some stars just to give you 'cause it would make you feel good / We're gonna stay with you forever, until the end / We swear that we're not going anywhere / Yeah we're not going anywhere / We know the road can be so tough / But with holding hands / Together we take a nice deep breath /

Haruno strikes me as the kind of person, who’d be a really supportive friend, so I thought this might fit her. I have not seen much of her and her character neither in the anime nor in the manga yet, so I don’t really know whether this is any good or if it does her any justice.

On the other hand, I feel this song would also fit the Tanizaki siblings well.

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𝕄𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕚

💙 Puste sie weg (blow them away) by Kontra K 💙

Love in the air – blow it away / 9mm on the chest – then blow it away / 3g on the mirror – better blow it away / And the wind will do the rest / Hate in the air – blow it away / Pressure on the chest again – then blow it away / Seven sins in my head – better blow it away / And the wind will do the rest […] /

Because everyone’s talking, talking, talking too much / But unfortunately never do it, do it, do it / And I don’t hate, hate, hate the player / But I’d rather kill a whole team by myself /

I’d rather have three, four warriors than one thousand “brothers” / I’d rather pick up cents from the ground than break bread with liars / I’d rather be broke like I used to be than be a part time dealer / I’d rather have a heart of gold than sharing with no one at all (no one) /

Hatred in the air – blow it away / Pressure on the chest again – then blow it away / Seven sins in my head – better blow it away / And the wind will do the rest /

Take the lyrics quite literally, “blow them away”. The feeling of this song fits him, I think, because of his sheer strength. He just blows away hatred, malice, etc. and is unaffected by any of it as his heart and his head stay innocent and pure, even if naive.

I have to say though, it can be a pun, especially the part of “9mm (gun) on the chest” would be most obvious for it (especially considering that the “on the chest” part does not specify in German whether it’s your own chest or you are holding a gun to someone’s else’s chest lol). In general “puste xy weg” means to blow it away with the air out of your mouth, but colloquially it can also mean gunning down something or someone. And if you apply that meaning to every single line with “blow it away”, the meaning turns around from not letting it bother you to killing it, which I find interesting with this character. (Because he definitely has great potential to actually kill someone with his ability alone.) Though what I thought when I heard this song was that it might fit him with the meaning of him letting nothing bother him.

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𝕀𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕚 𝕂𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕜𝕒

💙 Alaska by Elif 💙

Sometimes I’m thinking, I’m going insane like everyone else / They said I’d be going nuts and yeah, I’m starting to believe them / -7°C, I’m walking through the city park by myself / The down jacket is keeping me warm, but in my heart, there’s Alaska /

I don’t know what love is / No matter how much of it I get, I need more of it / It’s tearing me apart on the inside / When I, once again, don’t know where I’ll be getting it from / Even my therapist says, he doesn’t know any further / My dark side, it’s stronger than the good one / My youth was poisened, the future is uncertain / It is how it is yeah, it is how it is /

💙 Godsent by Smash Into Pieces 💙

I used to share, I used to care / The good in me is gone I'm bad / I used to give, I used to feel / The things you did will never heal / Take a look at me now / See what I've become / I will no longer feed the machine / Can't control the monster in me, no / The way that I feel / Makes it harder to breathe / When I'm thinking about you / The monster is real /

This makes me think of her in the Port Mafia.

💙 Boomerang by Smash Into Pieces 💙

I've been gone for a while now / But only to gain my power / I've been fighting my demons / And I'm back up on my feet (and now) / The harder you fall down / The stronger you come back later / Now I feel like an army / And I've only just begun /

This one in turn makes me think of her in the Agency.

💙 Circles (제자리) by G.Soul 💙

Oh, we know the ending / No matter how you escape / Here again / Always come back to me / Back again / Eventually / Here again / Why is it so hard to leave? / Here again / We always stay here […] / Answer me, I don’t know, no / Just don’t know / You’re getting stuck / Forever / Oh, we know the ending / No matter how you escape / Here again /

This makes me think of what Kouyou (I hope I am remembering her name correctly) was saying about her as a flower of darkness, as she was kind of turning in circles (no pun intended)–between wanting to be in the light and “accepting” that she only belongs into the darkness–at the beginning before she finally joined the Agency.

💙 Excuses (변명) by G.Soul 💙

I told you not to be too good to me / That it would make it too hard on you / No matter what you say now / I don’t hear a word of it […] / Even though I may be making a mistake / Even though I may regret this as time goes on / Baby, I think that we should just end it here now /

Even though the song in total has a different vibe (and story lmao), these parts of the lyrics makes me think of Kyouka telling Atsushi that there is no saving her, and that the light is no place for her (directly after saving her from the Port Mafia). It kinda makes me think of the part, specifically, where Atsushi suggests going on a “date” and at the end of it, Kyouka wants the last place they go to to be the police station.

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𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕚 & 𝔸𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚

💙 Sing To Me by Missio 💙

Somehow I got nominated as a king of sadness / Got so much I know that I could even feed the birds / And that's why / I prayed, I prayed, God sent me right to voicemail / It's like, all day my vanity is for sale / Take it away, my head is in my own hell /

Sing to me, I am not doing well / Getting tired of my own words / Sing to me 'cause I can't hear myself / Through the loudness of my own hurts / Call me selfish when I say this, say this / I'm kinda helpless, and I need you / Sing to me 'cause I'm not doing well /

Somebody told me that there's two sides to this life / I think I might've chosen darkness over light /

These two are two sides of the same coin, but no side is brighter than the other. I feel like they are kind of mirroring each other in the way they feel about themselves, which is why these lyrics mirror both of them towards each other as both are in need of salvation as they’re drowning in their own minds. Dazai is just better at hiding it from Atsushi.

💙 Namae wo yobu yo (Call A Name) by Luck Life (Season 1 Ending) 💙

I was searching / For the reason I’m able to remain as myself / If there’s a version of me / That exists within your heart / That even amid the darkness on this long, hilly road / I feel I can become a new me / Able to make my way through / So that each of us, walking our individual moments, can keep on smiling / So that we can keep moving forward, exploring the meaning of life together / I’ll call out a name / Your name / So that you can remain who you are /

Technically, lyrically it’s the entirety of the song, but I will not write down all of it lmao And it’s the Atsushi and Dazai parallels here again. It’s not just the ending with the animation that shows it for me, but the lyrics reflect both of them in them as well. I absolutely loved this ending. I never ship characters as I do not care about that, but I really love these two (separately)~ (What they mean for each other aka what they might mean for each other in the future [peace of mind/finding worth for Atsushi, and a reason to live for Dazai, etc.], how they’re already helping each other [Dazai helping Atsushi with feeling worthless, and Dazai finding a bit of piece of mind], etc. etc. etc.) I haven’t loved 2 characters in an anime as much as this in quite a long time (The last time was Kougami and Akane in Psycho Pass) as I find making up characters as complex as them and make them fit together as well as them/make them complement each other/balance each other out is actually pretty hard to do really well.

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Making up this list took waaaaay longer than it should’ve. (I did not include Katai because I couldn’t think of a single song for him, sorry.)

#bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd #bsd atsushi #bsd dazai #bsd izumi kyouka #bsd imagines #bsd junichiro #bsd kyouka #bsd kenji #bsd memes #bsd ada #bsd ranpo #bsd tanizaki #bsd thoughts #bsd textpost #bsd yosano #bsd yukichi #bsd fukuzawa #bsd naomi #yosano akiko #fukuzawa yukichi #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #bungou stray dogs kyouka #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungou stray dogs hcs #bungou stray dogs headcanons #armed detective agency #bsd headcanons

[raventhekittycat]

Short Soukoku

So Chuuya's crossdressed in some sort of expensive evening gown for some sort of mission (undercover or not what have you) and Dazai ruins it (both the mission plan and the dress though the mission objective is later completed). "You ruined my dress you fucker! That was expensive!" "Ehh~~ but the chibi shouldn't pretend to be a high class women in public. You could never be high anything." "Are you saying that I'm low class?" Not Dazai's intention, he just doesn't want others seeing Chuuya like this. But, "Well your hats certainly are." Chuuya just rage quits at that point, so mad that he's incoherent and can't even speak a real word of protest at that point and just makes an angry noise before going, no nope I can do this I don't have to listen to him and calms down enough he can focus again. He's still pissed off at Dazai but now that he's in control he's able to get out, though with a bit of a growl still, "It's a weapon." Dazai's a little confused at the topic swapping back to the dress and ends up parroting back at him, "A weapon?" Even as his brain catches up he's not fully sure what Chuuya means. "Yeah and it's clearly working judging by the bulge in your pants." At that Dazai's eyes darken as the full meaning comes in. He doesn't fully appreciate Chuuya calling him out but he doesn't care if it gets him what he wants. Of course his eyes are also darkened in lust and Chuuya's dress is ruined after all so it has to come off. They end up screwing naturally cause that's how these things go with them. (Copied this over from my twitter so it wouldn't get lost. This damn little scenario and dialogue wouldn't leave me alone so y'all get to have it. I probably won't write a fic for it though cause I don't have the confidence to portray these two yet and I have no clue what I would write beyond it, in part since I don't have any confidence in writing smut and that's def where I see it going. If someone wants to take this and go write with it feel free. I'd honestly love to see it more fleshed out.)

#Soukoku #skk #Bungou Stray Dogs #bsd

[goddamnitdazai]

Hey!! Can i have jealousy headcanons with a fem s/o for Dazai chuuya and foydor. Thanks!!

I wasn’t sure if you meant the s/o was jealous or the boys so I wrote a mix of both~

[ Dazai ]

Jealousy is not something Dazai feels, ever. But, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t notice the wandering pair of eyes following your every move like a tiger waiting to strike. Knowing someone else wants the attention of his beloved just makes him laugh, but Dazai will never miss an opportunity to put on a show. Especially if Dazai knows you like his jealous antics from time to time.

Whomever is unfortunate enough to become Dazai’s pawn in this little dance gets an eyeful. Crowded restaurants, dimly lit bars, or the library – it doesn’t matter where you’re at. Now that Dazai is on the path to making this person regret ever laying eyes on you he won’t stop until they’re long gone. Dazai starts with simple touches when their eyes are lingering. If they can’t stop staring at your legs in that little skirt you’re wearing he slides his finger tips up your outer thigh nonchalantly, or if they’re watching your lips move as you talk Dazai steals a kiss or two between sentences. Whatever body part they’re fixated on becomes his main target.

When his minimal tactics don’t work to defer the person’s actions Dazai goes from zero to one hundred real quick. Dazai finds the entire situation amusing, and he’s going to use it to his advantage as much as possible. He nibbles your earlobe and slides his hand between your thighs without warning, telling you to follow him or he’s going to end up fucking you right on the bar stool. His hands wander to your waist as his mouth trails south, leaving very obvious love-bites while maintaining eye-contact with the catalyst of this whole situation. When he gets you in a private enough area to go further slides his hand through your hair and hisses ‘mine’ against your throat.

If its a situation at work, like a client of the ADA getting a little too flirty with you Dazai immediately places himself between the two of you. His mafia mode takes over and his eyes lose their color for a split second as he talks with a monotone voice that would make anybody’s skin crawl. He doesn’t really care if the client chooses to leave the agency because of his antics, and if they do he just waves Kunikida’s anger off saying the agency shouldn’t want to help a creep anyways.

[ Chuuya ]

Every emotion with Chuuya is connected to a hair-trigger; but most are short lived. Relatively speaking outside of situations that press his buttons he’s calm, collected, and brushes irrelevant shit off like its nothing. If another man takes interest in you he just smirks and wraps his arm tight around you and sends them a glare that’d make a ten foot bear shit itself. If the staring problem continues he cracks his knuckles and walks directly up to him. “Anyone ever tell you staring is rude, fucker?” Chuuya loves a good fight especially if the person deserves a lesson in manners.

The only time Chuuya’s jealousy flares is if you’re responsive to whomever is flirting. It doesn’t necessarily have to be flirting back (that’d be a bigger problem), but if you’re ignoring the flirtation out of politeness or have a friend that’s a little too handsy for his taste his blood boils in two seconds flat. Depending on the relationship between you and this other person he’ll interrupt politely and whisk your attention away elsewhere, or he’ll flat out ask you why the hell you’re engaging with such fuckary. He feels like shit if you honestly didn’t notice or if you felt awkward or uncomfortable being direct; and then he promptly tells the person to fuck off.

Chuuya’s cocky, but if he’s suddenly swamped with work and not spending as much time with you as he thinks he should he begins to feel a bit insecure when you’re laughing at the bar with a few lower ranking members. He presumes none of them are stupid enough to fuck with his girl, but he does sulk a bit when he sees someone else making you smile. When his jealousy is fueled by guilt he gets more affectionate. Constant little kisses between conversation, a hand always wrapped around your waist or on your lower back. Anything that keeps your attention on him and no one else.

Chuuya doesn’t like sharing you or your body with prying eyes, but he doesn’t mind making you moan his name loud enough for the whole world to hear. Or, just loud enough that the dude trying to take you home hears you from the bathroom stall. Chuuya marks your neck and shoulders with love bites so even if you manage to keep yourself composed when you walk out of the bathroom stall anyone who questioned who you belonged to will know that you’re with him.

[ Fyodor ]

Fyodor finds jealousy a bit too ridiculous for his taste (most of the time). But he finds your jealousy amusing. He rarely gives anyone the time of day, let alone another woman. If he feels bored he’ll play on these feelings to get you riled up. He’ll never cross the line, though, he merely allows women to fall for his charm and lets them dangle while you’re glaring daggers from the corner of the room. He lets you get rough with him after he decides he’s bored of his little game (and the girl is trying to get a little too touchy with him), and admires the bite marks you leave on him the next morning with a sinister grin.

On the very rare occasions Fyodor feels a hint of jealousy he snuffs it out quicker than it started. He can tell the man’s end game the minute he saw his eyes fall to your ass. Fyodor doesn’t bother making it pretty, he has rats to clean that up for him. He lures the man away from the public eye and kills him without thinking about it. In his mind, the man committed a sin by thinking he could gawk at you like you were some slab of meat on display. Fyodor has no problem cleansing the world of one more sinner.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai #chuuya #fyodor #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #my headcanons #my hcs chuuya #my hcs dazai #my hcs fyodor #bsd imagines #dazai imagines #chuuya imagines #fyodor imagines #vienna343ch

[blackandwhitemusician]

Character Meme Ask: Dazai Osamu

Thank you guys for the ask! You guys got me LOL be prepared for a LOOONG and incoherent ramble ahead ~

Also, sorry to everyone for the spam. I wanted to answer all I could when my mind is still somewhat active LOL. 

What is your opinion of this character? If you like, explain why you like him/her.

I think about him more than I think about sleep. My waking hours are filled with visions of him and my thoughts are incoherent unless they have to do with him.

Is he/she important to the general plot?

Fucker’s got his hands in everything. And I mean every. single. thing. The story of BSD revolves around how Dazai manages to piss off every last person on motherfucking earth.

Can you relate to this character at all? Does he/she grip you emotionally?

Yea. I too like to run away from my responsibilities. My motto is also to have a clean and cheerful suicide.

Ok serious now LOL. I do relate to Dazai to a certain extent. I am nowhere as intelligent as him, but I can somewhat understand the depth of the abyss he’s trapped in, as well as his coping mechanism.

I do feel a certain dread towards other people, and sometimes I am positively terrified of them. Despite that, I find myself reaching out to them when it gets too lonely. It’s a constant struggle inside my head and honestly it can be exhausting. It’s easier to put on a mask, so people don’t see too much of you but just enough for them to be easy around you. Humor, no matter how dark, is the best way to get people to like you and let their guard down when they’re with you. I feel like I’m constantly on my guard, so it’s easier for me to deal with people when they are not overly critical of me. That’s why I try to get them to lower their guard by humoring them.

Dazai’s silent struggle and suffering is the main reason why I am so invested in him. I don’t pity him, but rather, I admire and respect his struggle.

And boy, almost every single thing he does gets me emotionally. You just kinda feel a weight hanging over his shoulders even when he smiles brighter than sunset. His image in Dark Era is just sad, really. Here is a child who thought that plunging himself from one darkness to another was a good idea, because he never had a chance to see the light. And even when he does, he knows that the darkness will always be right beside him. He could try to make friends, fight and protect what he can, but the innermost part of him will always be empty.

Do you ship this character with any other character? Or, are you particularly intrigued by his/her relationship with any other character(s)? (romance-wise or platonic)

This would be an entire post by itself LOL. But oh boy. I love all the character relationships involving Dazai. They are all so unique and each character reveals a little aspect of his inner world. I love how Chuuya and Kunikida give Dazai a chance to be a kid all over again. I love how Mori brings out Dazai’s frighteningly sharp mind and manipulative nature. Dazai and Fyodor's symmetry is another killer. I also love how much Ranpo knows Dazai and holds a certain amount of respect for him. I love Dazai’s friendship with Oda and Ango, and his relationship with Atsushi is just adorable. Above all, I think I am most intrigued by his relationship with Oda, Ango and Atsushi. The friendship that held the buraiha together was founded on restraint and omission, which makes it extremely soft and fragile. There were perhaps more unspoken than spoken words, and they didn’t know how much their friendship meant to each of them until it was too late. Dazai’s relationship with Atsushi, on the other hand, remains largely asymmetrical at the moment. I think Dazai understands and influences Atsushi more than the other way round, and I sure hope Atsushi will be mature enough by the end of the series to reciprocate that.

Is there anything about the character you would change?

No. If Asagiri writes him any better I’ll lose my shit.

If you were in the fandom with this character or knew this character in real life, how would you see yourself interacting with him/her?

*Eyeballs* *slowly backs away* *tries not to be captivated by his laughter* *mutters to self* *’son of a bitch’*

Does this character make the cut as one of your all time favorites (if you like) or least favorites?

OH YES YOU BET.

Would you hype up this character (if you like) or warn about this character (if you dislike) to someone new to fandom?

I would just tell them to be prepared LOL.

Is this character popular with the fanbase?

ABSOLUTELY. The No.1 Daddy.

#character meme ask #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #i went overboard again #whats new? #character analysis

[fraink5-writes]

Human Qualification- Chapter 9

October 5

An appreciated change in tone this chapter.

You can the beautiful accompanying art for this chapter here. Thanks to @4nimenut!

Additionally, thanks to @missmizpah @gracieuxetoile and @deathly-oreos for beta-reading!

Summary: To slowly lose all your functions until you are nothing but a trapped mind in a deteriorated shell, that’s what it means to be ‘No Longer Human.’

This chapter can also be found on Ao3 here. Without further ado, please enjoy!

Chuuya lifted the large box in the air—the last of the five. Dazai simply watched, admiring his partner’s insane strength. “Hey, fucker,” Chuuya turned, the cardboard box resting on his shoulder. “You haven’t done anything. Are you going to move your lazy ass and help?”

“No can do” Dazai shrugged. “You know I can’t lift those.”

“Then you’re going to help unpack, got it?” the redhead barked. “You’re not going to move into my apartment and do nothing.”

“Yes sir!” Dazai faked a salute and followed Chuuya up the stairs.

Upon entry into his apartment, Dazai immediately flopped on the couch. Chuuya had given him the bed to sleep on (out of some unexpected generosity), but Dazai had made both home. This caused quite a grumble from Chuuya.

“Can’t we unpack another day~?” Dazai whined, slowly dropping from his sitting position.

“What? You’re tired already?” Chuuya glared quizzically. “You haven’t done shit.”

“Mhm,” Dazai nodded. “I’m always tired.”

“Sucks for you. We’re beginning today. It’s your fault we waited this long; we should have been done with this last month.”

“Okay, okay. Fine.” Dazai lingered on the sofa a little, embracing its comforting support. For that brief moment, his body had found peace. Until his muscle tugged, and his arm jerked. It was time to get up. He sauntered over to the suitcase Chuuya was sitting by.

“This is all clothes.”

“Yeah, that’s what you put in suitcases.”

“Don’t you have any towels? Other things?”

“In the other suitcase.” Dazai pointed to the other suitcase laying haphazardly on the floor. “Why don’t I deal with the suitcases? You can go through the other boxes.”

“Sure.” Chuuya shrugged and scooted to the nearest box.

Dazai had only begun gently removing his folded clothes from the suitcase when his partner shot him a glare. “This is also clothes.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Not all the clothes fit into the suitcases, so I put the rest in a box. I’ll deal with that one too. Pass it here.”

As Dazai tucked away his clothing into the new dresser (which Chuuya had carried in a few days ago), his partner rummaged through the boxes. “Hey,” Chuuya hollered, “don’t you have anything important in here?”

“Yeah?” The executive lumbered back into the room to see what the fuss what about. “What do you mean?”

“This is all random stuff.”

“It’s not random. There’s clothes, books, electronics and personal items, food, and miscellaneous items, like shoes.”

“Food?” Chuuya glared with suspicion at the box Dazai had pointed to before hesitantly prying it open. Inside, upon layers of canned crab meat, there were five bottles of sake, swaddled up delicately like babies. “What the fuck.”

“I decided you have horrible taste in sake.”

“I fucking do not.” Chuuya growled. “Where exactly do you think this is going to go?”

“I’ll take it in my room if you don’t want it.”

“You mean my room. No way. It’s going in the kitchen.”

Slowly the duo unpacked the boxes. The sake joined Chuuya’s wine collection with great reluctance. The books were stacked up lazily on Dazai’s dresser (there was no room elsewhere). The crabmeat stayed in its box, tucked into the corner of the kitchen. All that remained were the personal items. As usual, Chuuya was the first to filter through them (an invasion of privacy Dazai didn’t appreciate), and, as usual, he couldn’t refrain from making unnecessary commentary. “Personal items? These are just Mafia documents.”

“Yeah, and they’re mine. You shouldn’t look through them.” Dazai snatched the binder from the redhead’s hands and went to hide it in his room.

Finding a hiding spot proved to be difficult since Chuuya still considered the room to be his own. He would be in and out of there quite often, and Dazai learned more than he needed to about Chuuya’s hygiene habits (although he’d never understand the singing). Hastily, Dazai threw the binder under the bed: a temporary solution; he’d need to find a better place soon.

Much to his chagrin, Dazai found Chuuya lazing on the couch when he returned. He plopped down and began forcefully leaning, hoping his partner would move. He didn’t.

“You don’t have anything important to you?”

“No. I’m not sentimental.” At this point, Dazai’s head had fallen lifelessly onto the the redhead’s shoulder. In response, Chuuya casually flicked his uneven hair away. He must have grown accustomed to Dazai’s leaning. Had Dazai grown that dependent on him that it became routine?

“No photographs? Nothing?”

“No. Why would I? And why are you making such a big deal of it?” Dazai stared up at Chuuya, hoping he’d drop the subject, but once again, Chuuya responded casually.

“I just think it’s sad, that’s all.”

“What’s the point? I’m going to die soon enough.”

“Yeah, that’s why. Don’t you want something to look back upon? Something to be remembered by?”

“I already have a name to be remembered by.”

“Ugh,” Chuuya groaned. “Something better? Some happy memories?”

“I don’t have those.”

“Are you for fucking real?” Chuuya shot up from his slouch and glowered at Dazai. “Stop being so fucking emo and make some. Just take a photo, and maybe someday it’ll make you happy.”

Chuuya hovered threateningly close, and Dazai was so tired that he didn’t bother to resist. “Okay, fine.”

“Great, you can start tonight. It is Tsukimi, after all.” The redhead lay back on the cushion, leaning slightly against Dazai.

“Hey, Chuuya. That’s annoying.”

“Shut the fuck up. I let you lean without a word. You take my bed, you take my couch; this is what you get.” The shorter man pushed more forcefully, successfully knocking Dazai onto his side, and he continued to hold him down with ease. Dazai grumbled slightly but decided against raising a counter-argument. His body twitched slightly, but Chuuya took no notice.

“Hey, don’t get too comfortable,” Chuuya yawned. “It’s Tsukimi tonight.”

“Chuuya,” Dazai groaned. “I think you’re the one who’s too comfortable.”

“Fuck off.” The redhead effortfully lifted himself from his nap. “I’m going to get ready.”

“For what?”

“... I forgot to make the dango.”

“Chuuya, if you make the dango, the moon will curse us.”

Chuuya grumbled and plodded into the kitchen. Reluctantly, Dazai followed behind. He didn’t want to work with Chuuya, but he wanted even less to eat Chuuya’s dango.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to help.”

“Oh, now you decide to help.” Chuuya rolled his eyes.

As they worked, Chuuya wouldn’t let Dazai touch any of the ingredients. He must have been thinking about the last time… and the time before that, and before that. Dazai aggressively shook the thought out of his head. Those times were just flukes, and Dazai would prove it. He shoved Chuuya away from the bowl and began kneading the dough himself. The dough was difficult to mold under his weakened hands—a depressing revelation—but he wouldn’t let Chuuya see. There was a rhythmic pull in his right arm which made it vibrate subtly like the string of a violin; he wouldn’t let Chuuya see that either.

“Ohh! You’re actually pretty good at that!” Chuuya looked over Dazai’s shoulder with a grin.

“Yeah, I told you.” Dazai smirked over his exhaustion.

When the dough was ready, well mixed and not quite soft, Dazai picked up a small piece to roll into a ball. It fell into the bowl. “Oops. Your turn, Chuuya.” He laughed and stepped aside, secretly glad to be relieved from his duties. Of course, even it was no longer his job, he stuck around, coaching Chuuya every little step of the way. The redhead followed all his advice without question; he probably would have been completely bewildered otherwise. Had he ever made them before? Dazai kept those thoughts to himself and the thoughts about his close proximity to his partner even deeper in his mind, where he could ignore them.

“Well, isn’t this lovely?” Dazai peered into the bottomless obsidian waves crashing besides him. The lights of buildings twinkled in the distance. The black pillars had seemingly vanished in their entirety into the night. Dazai knew Yokohama’s night by heart—every abandoned building, each webbed alley, every crook and criminal—yet from this vantage, it surprised him, dazzling his callous heart.

“I thought I’d do something nice…” The redhead turned away, his cheeks glowing. “Since—you know...”

“Thank you.”

“Don—don’t make me regret this!”

Dazai couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Wait, I want to take a picture.”

“Huh?”

“Since you went out of your way, I want to commemorate it. Besides, I’ll probably never see Yokohama like this again.” A touch of remorse clouded Dazai’s voice.

“Are you okay right now? Saying ‘thank you,’ taking pictures...” Chuuya stared at Dazai with judgemental concern.

“Smile!”

Chuuya grinned for a second (just enough time) before blowing up. “Wait—I thought you’d be taking pictures of Yokohama!”

“I am,” Dazai said nonchalantly. He promptly turned to snap some photos, ignoring the seething redhead.

When he finished, Dazai directed his attention to the main attraction, the moon. It shone its own spotlight, all the stars left in the dark. Dazai had never given it much attention before; he didn’t care about light. Even as he examined it, he found the shadows to be much more interesting. What did their darkness conceal? According to legend, a rabbit. Dazai chuckled at the thought. All up in space alone, a rabbit, making mochi. The rabbits’ mochi was probably better than his partner’s. Could he send Chuuya up to get lessons? Maybe leave him there?

Chuuya was at a much closer distance than the moon, sitting right across from Dazai. Slowly, he turned the oars of their boat, singing a soft melody to himself. Even under the moonlight, his hair glowed subtly, complimented by the deep red of his kimono. Dazai thought Chuuya had overdressed for the occasion, but he wasn’t going to object.

“Isn’t the moon supposed to be your focus?” Chuuya stopped rowing and glared at the brunet.

“Once you look at it for a few minutes, it becomes pretty boring. I was just admiring your kimono, which, by the way, is a horrible idea for a boat ride.”

“How long before you lose interest and leave me alone?”

“You’re making it difficult. Even your face is the same color now.” Dazai scooted in with the intent of further embarrassing Chuuya. “Chuuya’s so fun when he acts like that...” The words dropped thoughtlessly from his lips as his mind drifted to a different place. Chuuya’s eyes seemed to glow, having captured the entire moon in their deep, blue irises. They captivated Dazai, and he leaned in for a closer look. And closer still. Until his breath mingled with Chuuya’s and he could feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. Those eyes had hypnotized him.

Dazai snapped out of his transfixion and lurched back.

“Dazai?”

Dazai couldn’t bear to look again at those bewitching eyes and stared instead into the moon’s rippling image on the waves. “The moon sure is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Chuuya hesitated a moment (which Dazai greatly appreciated) before responding. “I thought you lost interest?”

“Well, it’s more interesting in the water.” Dazai lied. It was no different.

“I’m going to row back now.”

“Yeah, good plan.”

Time passed indefinitely as the pair sat in silence—no humming, not even the ticking of a clock. Only the waves dared to move and make sound. Except, then the stillness was interrupted. Dazai’s arm twitched. First once, then several consecutive times. Hastily, he grabbed it with his other arm, hoping to silence the movements.

Unfortunately, this action also grabbed Chuuya’s attention. “All you are all right?” Irritation leaked through his tone more than sympathy.

“Yeah, this is nothing.” Dazai’s right arm squirmed slightly in his grip.

“We need to get back. That’s not fucking good at all.”

“It’ll pass.” Or at least, Dazai wished. His nearly infallible logic told him otherwise.

Chuuya hastened the speed of his rowing, muttering an unfollowable monologue under his breath. He seemed to embarrass himself in the process, something which would have normally made Dazai snicker, but his mind was too weighed-down for light-hearted entertainment. The thought of Chuuya’s pity made his whole body want to writhe. He didn’t want Chuuya of all people to view him like that. He wanted Chuuya’s respect. If Chuuya were to look at him any differently, he didn’t want it to be out of pity; he wanted—the incident from before popped into Dazai’s mind: the radiance of Chuuya’s eyes, the softness of his voice. Dazai rapidly shut down his imagination before it drifted too far from his accepted reality. On second thought, Dazai wanted nothing more than to stop thinking altogether.

Notes:

Tsukimi （月見）is the harvest moon viewing festival. The tradition dates back to the Heian period. The aristocratic class would compose and recite poetry while looking at the full moon. Sometimes this tradition took place on boats, hence Chuuya's decision to take Dazai on a boat ride (even though modern celebrations are usually more casual). During Tsukimi, special dango and seasonal produce are offered to the moon as well as eaten. According to Japanese legend, there is a rabbit who makes mochi on the moon, put there by the Moon God. You can learn more about Tsukimi and the rabbit on the moon here.

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#Bungou Stray Dogs #Soukoku #Human Qualification #Dazai Osamu #Nakahara Chuuya

[catsbythegreat]

Okay so this is loosely based off No longer Human. AU where they have no powers. Dazai is a spoiled, suicidal rich brat just recovering from a failed attempt. Chuuya is an ex mafia hitman, now reformed poet with a roaring alcoholism problems. They meet in a bar and hate each other immediately. :D sorry if this is very specific lol. Feel free to interpret it any way. Hope you feel better soon! :)

Warning: suicide mention 

Dazai tensed as someone slid onto the stool next to his and nearly fell over. He felt like an open wound, stinging and raw when exposed to oxygen. He didn’t want to be around other people, but he did want alcohol, so a compromise had to be made. His entire life seemed full of compromises. 

(He didn’t want to be alive, but a well-meaning friend cut him down from the ceiling. Another compromise he had to make.) 

He stared hard into his whiskey when the man next to him spoke. “You look like someone with money.” 

Dazai glanced up at the stranger, which was a mistake. 

The man’s piercing blue eyes bit into him. He had a loud appearance to match his abrasive voice: bright red hair, a hat perched atop his head, an oversized coat resting on his shoulders, and, of all things, a leather choker circling his neck. 

His voice already slurred, which was an accomplishment considering he’d just entered the bar. He’d probably drunk somewhere else beforehand. 

“Maybe I am,” Dazai muttered. 

“Fucker,” the man hissed. The bartender shoved a glass of wine into his hands, of all things. Red wine. Dazai grimaced. 

“Who are you, again?” 

“Nakahara Chuuya.” Nakahara Chuuya sipped his wine, eyes narrowing at Dazai’s disgusted expression. “You?” 

“Dazai,” was all Dazai had to offer. 

Chuuya scoffed. “Dazai,” he repeated. “What’re you doing at a bar if you don’t want to talk to people?” 

“I want to talk to people,” Dazai lied. “I don’t want to talk to you.” 

“Hah?!” Chuuya slammed his free hand down on the bar. “Got a problem with me?” 

“Everything about you is overbearing,” Dazai said, his voice still quiet. “It makes me want to try dying all over again.” 

“Of course someone like you tried to die,” Chuuya said. “All of those rich boys do. They’re so sad that they have money.” 

“You don’t look so badly off,” Dazai pointed out. 

“I don’t have money,” Chuuya said. “I’m a poet.” 

“A poet?” Dazai raised an eyebrow. “You? Are your poems just the incoherent ramblings of a drunken man?” 

“No,” Chuuya said, quietly. He looked at his wine glass for a moment. “I used to be a hit man, you know.” 

Dazai rolled his eyes. It was just his luck that he’d have to sit next to the most talkative, annoying person in the bar when he really couldn’t be bothered. “You’re so short I’m surprised you could hit anything.” 

Chuuya’s head shot up, as did his fist. Dazai caught him by the wrist and pulled it down, leaning forward and grinning. “No fighting in the bar. Let’s settle things like grown men.” 

Chuuya yanked his hand out of Dazai’s grip and drained his wine. “I’m leaving. I hope I never have to lay eyes on you again, emo bastard.” 

“I’ll be here tomorrow, hat rack,” Dazai chirped with a false smile. Chuuya stalked off, his steps unsteady. 

Dazai turned his attention back to his drink, barely touched. He wondered why he’d promised to be here tomorrow. Maybe Chuuya would avoid the place and he could actually drink in peace. He definitely didn’t want to see someone so abrasive. His skin crawled at the thought of Chuuya’s voice, his hat, his hair, his eyes. 

Startlingly blue eyes full of so much emotion, something Dazai found fascinating because he’d felt so little so often. 

How did Chuuya work? How did someone exist that way? 

He paid his tab, leaving behind the unfinished drink. 

He would be back tomorrow. 

#fictioning #soukoku #nakahara chuuya #osamu dazai #bungou stray dogs #skk #au i guess #my fan fic

[goddamnitdazai]

tagged by @catsbythegreat - ty <3

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

I was in love with Dazai and every time saw his face I was just like “god damnit you hot fuck” but this was shorter

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos)

Uhhhhhhhhh on tumblr the BDSM Mafia!Dazai smut (surprise lmao) and from AO3 probably something SNK related since those have been on there the longest. Mixed maybe?

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

I think its the same one from my personal blog and idk I just like the manga aesthetic 

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

on tumblr yeah. well like..rebloggers. but i 1000% stalk the tags on all my reblogs. 

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

Siren of the Misty Seas by @yokohamastraydogs, a few recently good Chuuya smut fics on AO3 (i can only quench my own thirst for so long lmao), there was this one general fic on AO3 that revolved around Dazai’s POV but I haven’t been on in so long I can’t think of the name. Other than that the only other series I followed was written by wifey ( @dirtylevi ) for SNK and she hasn’t updated in ten millions years (: 

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

none. i rarely use A03 tbh other than non-insert fics which I don’t have much of atm. 

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

Dazai staying in the mafia lmao. I can’t help it I just love him in those situations. 

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

fffffffffffffffffffffff idk on AO3 tbh but the OG blog had 2k and this one is at about 1500 rn. 

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

Yes?? ish?? Smut related things are weird because I write smut for other people to enjoy but idk where everyone else’s kinks stop because I’m a kinkier mother fucker and not everyone is??

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

DIALOGUE. WTF IS THAT

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

pfdjkaslfjdklas;a i write no ships (which is why i rarely use A03) but platonic my favorites to write are chuuaku & odazai. I’d like to explore Kouyou and Chuuya’s relationship at some point. 

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

sO MANY. I have an entire series of all my SNK one-shots just grouped together, and then my now four BSD series. & two unfinished snk long-fics................................oops

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

Only the BSD series. All of my old SNK fics (which was a fucking lot) are on my graveyard of a DA profile.

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

Head. I write them out on the notebook Kazoo gave me when I have the time or else they clog my brain and I get annoyed.

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

Nah

16. How did you discover AO3?

fuck if i know

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

Hell nah lmao

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

idk i call my followers kinky little fucks when im reading the tags??? 

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

Yes, a lot of them do still. 

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

Practice is the only way you’ll get better. 

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

Uhhhhhhh I have this problem of having one specific scene of a story and its usually a middle part and then i’m obsessed with it but the beginning? the end?? the fuck are those?

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

Uh on one of my old smut fics for SNK someone said something about a lot of whores being on A03 like ??? what does that even mean?? the few times throughout the years ive only been slut-shamed on my smut lmao. and once about Aku shoving it in dry that started this whole salty debate about BDSM and the ignorance on tumblr was astounding. 23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

SMUT IS HARD. There are only so many words for “dick”. I’m a visual writer too so sensory details are my wheelhouse, anything else im like uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, especially with motions in smut like 98% of my life is trying to imagine position switching in my head and then forming words to explain it.

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

in my head? a lot. in real life? None because I have no god damn time.

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

ask my graveyard of unfinished series.

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

Writing at all is the only goal I have and even that’s not realistic.

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

Hell yea boiiii 

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

Unsettled [Levi] solely because the difference in my writing was like..ridiculous compared to my old style. I loved how it turned out. Like Smoke [Mafia!Dazai] has that same dark and kind of hazy feel to it and I love that series. That one where I fucked up Armin in a Zombie AU That one chuuaku fic that I don’t remember the name of.  That one where I fucked up Dazai and all the tags were turmoil and I loved it.

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

I hate the organization of TDOC. It’s on my list of re-writes tbh. Same with the BDSM centered mafia!dazai smut..thing..like it kind of ended up being this weird series-but-not and now I want to just...make it a collective thing because I have control issues and its bothering me.

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

Hopefully fucking writing and not running a fucking Aeropostale and wanting to stab my eyes out lmao

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

imagining it in my head

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

VERBS

33. Why do you write? Escape. Expression. Thirst tagging these thots: @bungou-stray-dogs-indulgences @yokohamastraydogs @scarletwrittenblack @nenufair 

#ems txt #ty for the tag<3 #tagged #mutuals