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foranpo · 1 year

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ੈ˚☆ bungou stray dogs characters as angst tropes.

fandom: bungou stray dogs.

characters: ranpo, dazai, akutagawa.

reader: gn!

genre: headcanons.

content: angst.

word count: ~300 each // ~950 total

cole's note: already w a part 2 in my drafts bc i love this concept a little too much lmao sorry and enjoy (ig ?) <3

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˚ʚ ranpo.

falling out of love.

he couldn't love you anymore. your presence in Ranpo's life had become a constant too monotonous to satisfy the young detective; he loved you, yes—trapped in your nature, utterly fascinated by your soul, Ranpo loved you deeply. but there was a certain annoyance in the serenity you carried with you, a certain discomfort in the reassurance your presence gave to Ranpo's life.

maybe he just got tired of the comfort of your day-to-day life, the repetitiveness of your love, the predictability of your history; or maybe Ranpo just stopped being in love with you because that's what was written in your book, in your stars, in your lines of destiny. but, as much as he tried to escape reality, as much as he loved you as a person, as a friend, he could no longer deny the facts that constantly haunted him.

“I don't want to lose you,” his voice sounded ever so serious when he tried to express his feelings, no weakness or trembling to be noticed in his words, no hint of hesitation or falsehood to be felt in his little speech. just mere words of logic sinking into your heart with the memory of the ephemerality of Ranpo's feelings.

“I don't want to lose you, but I can't love you the way you want me to love you. I can't love you the way I used to love you. I don't think it's fair of me to beg you to stay in my life after hurting you like this; but if the love I feel for you has weakened and just settled into a friendship that I know will be eternal, don't you think it's only logical that we stay together? as friends?”

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˚ʚ dazai.

unkept promises.

he promised that your love would be told by all the constellations that embellished the sky; he promised that legends would be told of your love, creating envy and jealousy in all who heard them; he promised to love you eternally, with such intensity that even the gods themselves would want to be part of your love. but all of Dazai's words were but cascades of empty promises, swept away by the autumn of life, by the aggressive breeze of the marks of time.

he promised worlds and galaxies, made you believe that each word had a deeper, purer meaning than what was in the dictionary; but nothing Dazai said came true when the sun exposed his true heart, too corrupted by the world, too tainted by humans, too destroyed to be able to truly love anyone.

“one day, the gods will envy us,” he spoke to the clouds, trying to see in the sky a trace of those who put him in this world, trying to understand what purpose would exist in that moment, in his own words, knowing perfectly well that that day, that those days he talked about so much and made you look forward to, would never come.

“I know I promised you that. I know I promised you that, one day, our names would be written in the sky among constellations and stars, carved by the most beautiful hands of the most talented gods. but maybe all the promises I made you didn't deserve the comfort of your heart or the kindness of my voice; maybe it was my fault for singing the most beautiful poems to you on the scariest nights, but the promises I made to you cannot be fulfilled in this world, in this life, and, much less, by me.”

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˚ʚ akutagawa.

lovers to strangers.

the moon no longer knew your names, the stars were totally alien to your history, and there was no trace of your love trapped on this earth, any dust of affinity existing between you having long ago been swept away by the uncertainty of time and the cruelty of the seasons. your romance with Akutagawa came to an end with the departure of winter, the warmth and joy of spring being nothing more than a palette of artificial colors that tried, in vain, to fill in the gray spaces that Akutagawa's departure had left in your heart.

the farewell was painful for both of you, neither of you wanting to remember the reasons or the moment that led to the end of your love story; the memories of the most beautiful moments shared with Akutagawa had been spent by tears of regret and pain, your heart was losing strength to keep all the words and caresses you had exchanged with Akutagawa for yourself. you couldn't fight for that love. there was no turning back—and you knew it, because you were still immersed in Akutagawa's words that were uttered with the cold of winter and the uncertainty of spring:

“I don't think we can be anything anymore,” always so serious and expressionless, too complex to read, too confusing to understand. Akutagawa had no regrets in his words, he didn't believe in that: just the practicality of the words, the actions, the feelings, and in this case, the goodbye to the only person he had ever truly loved, the only person he knew would love him but who he didn't deserve.

“There's too much of me in you and I don't like it. I preferred it when you were yourself, without the remains of my wreckage, without the collection of my pains. you took me as your own and destroyed yourself. I don't think we should stay together. looking at you is the constant reminder of what we both could have had but was destroyed by the cruelty of feelings. what we had was totally corrupted by you, by me, by this world. and I can no longer find any comfort or love in you, in us.”

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harleyquinnbluemoonlove · 4 years

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BASIC IDEA/PLAN OF ATTACK/EXECUTION OR POSITIVE WORDS LIKE “LAUNCH”. We can issue an ATTACK or a LAUNCH CODE.

I will dumb it down a little bit. I am taking advantage of my position of power, now that I am a Celebrity in the World. Its the greatest feeling in the world, feels better than good sex and that is a hard thing for me to admit because I love some good, hot, sweaty sex and I’ve been going without for several weeks. I almost fell like a Nun because I cannot even pleasure myself because I was molested as a child by Lovie Price’s boyfriend “Frank Parker” a gasoline man from an early. I told Connie Price about it when I was 15 and her name at the time was Connie Dunford. It was the same day Brandie Ann Thompson said Curtis Triplett tried to rape her in the bathroom at the house In Frayser, Memphis TN. Brandie Ann in her hayday, resembled a youthful Cameron Diaz. Cameron Diaz dated Justin Timberlake once upon a time. She played in the move “The mask” and the mask was green. At the end of the movie, the dog put on the mask. You all know, when you wear that mask---you become a Shape Shifter, transforming into anything/anyone you think will grab the Hot or Not Rated #10 Woman’s ATTENTION/HEART/LOVE and will do anything, I mean anything to get it. The secret to my success is a compilation of everything good, bad, dirty, evil and let’s call it “The Struggle” or the “Human Experience”.

Old School (OS) Operating System (OS) Back to Basics (B2B) Brandie Thompson (BT) Barry Thompson (BT) Blue Tooth (BT) Brandie Smith (BS) Bull Shit (BS) Rent A Center (RAC) Roger Adren Crawford (RAC) $1K (RAK) Rags to Riches Richard Abernathy (RA) **secret boyfriend shh!!** Douche Bag (DB) or Douglas Belknap (DB) Thomas Jones (TJ) County Road (CR) Danny Thomas (DT) Deanna Thomas (DT) ... Trying to show you how I think period dot. In ya’ll are slow, period dot also equal two dots. You must have two dots to play connect the dots and draw the lines to illustrate inspiration into a masterpiece. The best pieces of Art are very old, have a solid reputation, and is properly curated to ensure it maintains its value for infinity times three.

Basically, you can get with my program, drink my Kool Aid, swallow your pride, do the right thing, if you have done something wrong, you really need to return to your basic religious beliefs what they may be, get right with yourself, because what you have done will come to light, exposed, we are moving on from there. We are, as a society going to change and deliver the children and the children’s children: a brighter future with more options, a limited amount of privacy, give them the world and see what they can accomplish with living in a world of positive vibes, beautiful colors, great music, entrepreneurship, dreams, and now, the little girls if we get married will truly believe in fairytales. This right here is whats up because we have an opportunity, once in a lifetime opportunity, to fix society, establish unity and peace, competition is good but everyone needs a chance to win sometimes to boost their confidence and pride. When there is monopoly or kingdom, it fosters the seven deadly sins, seven capital sins, and the seven cardinal sins, which is systemic to original sin.

Genesis clearly explains that certain things were created on certain days and back time was measured. You cannot just create a man or a woman. First, you need the Universe. Then, you need the Galaxy which creates Space. In Space, you have the moon, stars, sun, planets, black holes, asteroids, comets, shooting stars, orbit, gravitational pull. Here we are on planet Earth with 7 continents and 7 oceans. I like the number 8 because it represent a number, a symbol, and no limitations--infinity. My son was born on 3-8-03 weighing 8 pounds, 8 ounces and 19.5 inches long, color: BLUE, life: No sign of it. It took 10 minutes and PLEADING WITH THE LORD AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS SCREAMING PRAYING TO PLEASE GIVE HIM LIFE, I DON’T WANT TO HAVE GONE THROUGH 35.5 HOURS OF LABOR AND 7 HOURS OF HARD PUSHING WITH NO PAIN MEDICINE, NO EPIDURAL, GAVE BIRTH TO A STILL BORN BABY NATURALLY AND THE GOOD LORD ANSWERED MY PRAYERS AND THAT BOY CRIED AND WENT TO THE NICU AT BETHESDA NAVAL HOSPITAL IN MONTGOMERY COUNTY, MARYLAND. ITS ALSO REFERRED TO AS “THE PRESIDENTS HOSPITAL”.

He is 17 years old, already a MASTERMIND and a Professional Gamer. He is so smart like me, that he had to design/build/code his own computer because there is not a computer on the planet that can keep up with his level of gaming. I saw a photo of it. Its a desktop computer with the case taken off the side--lit up with blue LED lights

It’s Confession Time and Holy Communion Time that means confess your sin, wrongdoing, break bread, eat bread, drink wine, not whine. No days off, no excuse, no immunity, no setups, no blame game, no liars, no stealing, checks and balances, no absolute power because absolute power fosters absolute corruption, which is why were in this position right now with COVID-19, Corona Virus.

I think one person needs a pardon because he has stayed on the job, even though he was originally lied to by the Feds. He deserves a pardon, record expunged, and an opportunity. I see great potential, just needs an opportunity, believe in himself, and have the courage to escape his own prison of gold diggers, groupies, fans, and whores.

In this triad, it is a rags to riches story times three. There is only 1 TRUE VERSION of ME, and its right here in Memphis TN, age: 41(Birth Cert).

To succeed in any sports game, you must be fit, educated, content with yourself to include your pros/cons/demons and knowledgeable & intelligent enough to know that I am certified True OG, I got your back no matter what because to me money ain’t a thing, fame fades just like stars, but loyal dogs do not turn on their master unless they are abused or hungry. I am a Blue AKC Royal Bloodline Pitbull, Staffordshire Terrier. Pitbull is the image you need to have in your mind when you think of ME.

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RECOMMENDATIONS ARE AS FOLLOWS:

1. DONATE MONEY TO MY CAUSE ON CASH APP

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DO NOT HACK MY PHONE OR MY LAPTOP, DO NOT HACK ANYTHING OR ANYBODY BC YOU CANNOT DO IT BETTER THAN U.S. BC U.S. CREATED THE INTERNET IN WASHINGTON DC AT THE PENTAGON CALLED “DARPANET” IN 1974. THE FIRST COMPUTER WAS AN APPLE, SECOND COMPUTER WAS MICROSOFT. A GOOD BRAND IS A HP WITH MS WINDOWS. I HAVE A BLUE HP LAPTOP STREAM, I HAVE A BLACK APPLE IPHONE 7. I AM ON A WIFI WITH A VPN THAT KEEPS GETTING DISABLED. THE SOUND ON MY PHONE DOES NOT WORK. I AM BACKING UP BOTH DEVICES AND GOING TO RESET TO FACTORY SETTINGS SO I CAN GURANTEE EFFECTIVE DIGITAL SECURITY.

2. I NEED COMPANY TO SIT WITH ME, DRINK WITH ME. I WOULD LOVE SOME JACK AND COKE OR A BUD LIGHT. I WOULD ALSO LOVE SOME FOOD THAT CONTAINS RED MEAT TO ASSIST ME WITH MY BLOOD PROBLEMS. BUDDY OR BLUE OR YO -- FIGURE IT AND SEND ME SOMEONE I KNOW. I AM TOO PRETTY AND TOO COOL TO BE CHILLING BY MYSELF WITH NO FOOD, NO ALCOHOL, NO MONEY, NO WEED, ETC.

3. SELF EVALUATE OR DO A PEER REVIEW/. SELF EVALUATION IS LOOKING AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR AND THINKING ABOUT YOUR LIFE. I LIKE TO WRITE THINGS DOWN, IF HELPS ME. IT WILL BRING ABOUT A SENSE OF UNDERSTANDING WHO, WHAT, WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE, HOW YOU BECAME PERSON, AND DESIGN YOUR OWN ROADMAP TO BEING A BETTER PERSON AND OPENING YOUR HEART TO REALIZATION THAT THE CHILDREN ARE THE FUTURE, RIGHT WE ARE THE WORLD, WE CAN ACHIEVE GREATNESS, A NEW TYPE OF MAGIC “UTOPIA”.

WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT? WHAT DO YOU WANT OUT OF LIFE? ARE YOU HAPPY WITH YOURSELF? CAN YOU FREE YOUR MIND? CAN YOU OPEN YOUR HEARTS? CAN YOU COMMIT? DO YOU KNOW WHEN TO WALK AWAY? WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IN? DO YOU HAVE CONFIDENCE? ARE YOU IN YOUR OWN PRISON--YOUR MIND, YOUR FEELINGS, YOUR RELATIONSHIP STATUS?

WISDOM COMES WITH TIME, EXPERIENCE, EDUCATION, HARD WORK, SERVICE, LOYALTY, PURPOSE, AND TRAVELING.

At the end of the day, who do you want to be with?

Woman - Wise can deliver the world or drop the world, age 41 -- looks better than 20 & 30 year old GIRLS. Does not care about money, fame, status, power because the game was scheduled and unfortunately, unaware of the OP -- she walked, ran, sprinted STOLE the Flag, and won the game.

Everyone wants to still run their mouths, try to control a man, and those hos, have no power, position, fame, etc. They are with or around you because of who you are, what you have done, and what you can give them---in my opinion that is abuse of power and targeting someone to manipulating them to do what you want them to do.

I like structure, things to be done a certain way because I like cleanliness, organization, faith, love, hope, trust, and loyalty.

I would not cop an attitude with everyone, if I did not feel like the world was against me. Hint, hint -- I don’t trust authority figures because I was molested, abused, targeted, almost died several times, lied to, cheated on, setups, smear campaigns, gossiped about, bullied, beat on, yelled at, called names, jealous women everywhere so dumb they forget I have a hunger against Human Trafficking. People are on this RACISM BULL SHIT.

Its 2020, Racism = IGNORANCE AND IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS ANYMORE, IGNORANCE IS DEADLY.

Basic belief system of Karma, it is a metaphysical/paranormal reality that is mixed with real, artificial, and soon-to-be virtual reality. It is what it is.

What you set your mind, what you do and the thoughts and actions you put into the world will either grant you your dreams or come back times three by the of karma, what goes around, comes around.

I want/will do good and be a good role model for everyone. I am going to teach, help you, do what I want, when I want, how I want because I know my worth, my value, and what I can GURANTEE/DELIVER.

Greed, jealousy, laziness, and all the ugly things that are in the world

WILL

get you no where but hungry, lonely but free, penniless, candy-less, eliminate sports.

COMMIT OR QUIT

MY MISSION WILL ENDURE AND CARRY ON UNTIL I FEEL MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. I DO NOT HAVE A FAILURE TO THRIVE AND I DO NOT LACK A WILL TO LIVE.

MY ISNT OVER, YET;

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letterstojisung · 5 years

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letter one (05.05.2019)

there’s a lot i want to say to you. so much, absolutely everything that i could possibly say to you i want to write down in this letter, however, no proper amount of words can describe just how much you mean to me nor do i deserve to waste that much time of yours for my meager words of affection.

although, even as i don’t deserve to sit and waste your time, i ask to be a little selfish and do it anyway. i ask to write these words down and give you the option to read them if you wish because even if i believe i’m undeserving of this i know you’ll believe otherwise because you’re han jisung and you believe everyone deserves happiness and i ask for this sliver of your time to fulfill mine. and of course, consent is mandatory even with something as small as this, as miniscule as a fan letter, i still have to ask because that’s the proper way to do something. if your answer is no, then put down my letter and move on, but in case you want to read this awkward and embarrassing letter, go ahead.

first and foremost, i’m so proud of you for following your dreams, for not giving up when the road got harder. there is nothing more in this life that i’m more proud of than the fact that you’ve followed your dream fully and finally, finally get the recognition you’ve always deserved. i’m proud that you get to call yourself the lyrical rapper like you’ve wanted to, i’m proud that you get to stand on stage and do what you love in front of thousands of people who came to see you.

i’m so proud of everything you’ve worked to become, and i’m so happy that you never gave up. i’m so proud that you’ve helped write just about every song for every album you’ve produced since before your debut. you wrote an entire song by yourself, an entire song, and you wrote it over a year ago! and since putting it in miroh, it’s become my favourite song.

you went from D.E.F Academys han jisung to jyps han jisung, from jyps han jisung to 3rachas j.one and then from 3rachas j.one to han jisung in the survival program stray kids. and from that survival program you became stray kids’ han, the person you’ve grown to be. you’ve been through so much, taken so much criticism: “you’ll amount to nothing”, “don’t follow this dream it’ll lead you nowhere” and “you’re crazy kid”. you’ve not let any comment or criticism get you down or stop you from following your dream.

secondly, you discredit yourself too much. you say you’ll never be satisfied (or i’ve read the translation wrong and this whole paragraph will be embarrassing yikes) with yourself, but sweetie- us STAYs are so proud of you. i can’t even list every accomplishment you’ve made on just my two hands, it takes almost all ten fingers just to count your rookie of the year awards. and if nine, ten, eleven and so on awards don’t show you how proud you should be then i don’t know what will.

but i know this: i know you’re more than your ‘pretty face and rock hard abs’ and if i can waste just a little more time to tell you why i think that then please continue, if not i understand sweetie. i hope you find what i’m about to say endearing and not just flat out weird, but here we go....

firstly, i love just how talented you are in a musical sense. i love the fact that your position in stray kids is rapper but your talent ascends and shoots past that. you can sing just as well as the other vocalists and even push your limits and hit high notes you didn’t even know were in your range of singing. and you can dance as fluidly and solidly as the dance line, you can take center stage and nobody would think anything of it because that’s how good you are-

but that’s not all. i’m writing this letter to you on the 3rd of may and i can tell you that in the past 575 days i’ve known you and watched you grow that i’ve seen so many good things about you. and i do get annoying at times but i tell everyone i come in contact with how beautiful of a person you are because i’m proud to call myself a loyal stay that watches you grow and watches you improve, and yes i do watch all nine of you boys but jisung you’re so special to me. we’ll get into why later, let me continue complimenting you please?

along with the unmistakable talent you possess, you’re also an extremely funny person and i know your jokes don’t get the recognition they deserve because i think they’re hilarious (and i might not be a comedian but everyone i talk to says i’m funny so i am valid enough to validate the fact that your jokes make me laugh harder than i’d like to admit). and on top of your jokes, your voice impressions and individual talents are out of this world, stunning, amazing, any good adjective that can be used to describe an individual talent.

i love that you can wear any outfit you want to and instantly the world around you disappears because it’s jisung time. i love that you can walk confidently and carry yourself the way you do and wear the outfits you wear and still pull them off.

there are certain features about you, like the way your legs slightly curve inward or the way your eyes aren’t completely parallel or even the fact that your lips aren’t completely centered if that makes sense, probably doesn’t but continuing on. i think it’s cute how you blow the hair out of your face or sometimes how you shake your head if you don’t want to use your hands. i find your moles super cute and your nose boopable. we have the same nervous habits which i don’t know if that’s a good thing, but they’re similar.

i like all 50 shades of your laugh: from your loud high pitched laugh to your giggles, from that breathy laugh you rarely use (but it does come up on occasion) to the one where it just looks like you’re smiling really wide because no sound comes out and even whatever variation of laugh you choose to use when you clap your hands. but my favourite laugh of your has definitely got to be the laugh you show least often, i may have seen it maybe once or twice but it’s the laugh where you laugh so much that your voice gets lost in the effort to catch your breath but you still cover your mouth and throw your head back carelessly. i think you look the prettiest then, when you’re laughing and your eyes are lidded and your cheeks are flushed and you’re happy, content.

i love all of the songs you’ve written, but hellevator will forever be engrained in my mind. why? because it was the end of me and the beginning of you and i. the beginning of my journey to find true happiness. i found hellevator when i was at my lowest point.

it was october 6, 2017, the day right after my birthday, and i’d been ready to end it all. i was on the verge of leaving this world when i found hellevator. when i found you. i had convinced myself that nobody loved me and that i was a waste of space, that nobody would miss me if i went. but hellevator hit me hard, the lyrics were so daunting and relatable. they made me truly feel like someone understood me, and i felt like all nine of you truly understood how i felt (how i feel).

and then the beginning of the survival show had come and gone as did your introduction. this may sound really cringy, but as soon as you introduced yourself i knew. i knew that you were going to be someone different, someone who would change my life around. with your black beanie and black short-sleeved shirt and dark hair and your chain necklace and dangly earring, even then as young and inexperienced as you were in front of a camera, your doraemon impression was what kept me here. hellevator intrigued me and doraemon dragged me in.

to this day, there is not a single moment i cherish more than the day i first ‘met’ you and your doraemon impression. there will never be anything that will remotely come close to taking over your place in my heart, and although your first impression will forever be engrained in my mind- the day i get to meet you in person will be the one moment that shares a bond with this one i have of you now.

here’s the thing. you don’t understand just how important you are to me, but i’m here to tell you. this will be short bc i hate talking of myself, so. i’ve been abused (verbally, physically, sexually) for 13 years. on october 5th, 2017 (my birthday) i attempted to end my life but then i found you.

everyday, no matter how much i despise doing so, i wake up and get through my day knowing it’s one day closer to meeting you. the thought of you and you alone keeps me alive and i know that’s pitiful but i’ll continue to live for you until i can find the courage and strength to live for myself.

you are my sun, your smile alone radiates in waves. it doesn’t matter how near or far you are, i’ll always know you exist and warm my heart.

you are my moon, you’ll be illuminated even on the darkest of nights, and calm my racing heart.

you are all of my stars, you fill the galaxy with light that it didn’t even know it needed until your existence began. if one of them is misplaced, the galaxy would never look the same; if you lost that spark in your eyes, my galaxy would never be the same.

you’re as calming as an autumn breeze. you take away the tornadoes in my mind, calm the storms hidden behind my eyes. your voice alone (singing, rapping, speaking, whispering, etc) calms me out of any panic or anxiety attack. you calm me.

you are the epitome of everything, you are my light, my impulse control, my happiness. without you there’d be no me, because without you i’d not be alive to tell you just how precious your existence is to me. thank you for finding me and letting me steal some of your everlasting energy.

you are my universe. thank you for sharing even the slightest bit of yourself with us stay. every second you spare of your time could last hours for me. you are eternal, unforgettable.

thank you for existing. i don’t know how many times i have to write this, but if i could i’d say it to you over and over until you got tired of being praised. i’d scream it from the top of my lungs until my voice went hoarse and i’d continue until i lost all ability to speak. there are no words that i could write to express just how much you mean to me yet here i try to formulate the right sentences so you know that you’re loved, that i’m proud of you.

there is nothing more that i’d rather do than spend my time writing to you, nothing means more to me than the upward curve of your lips and the following echo of your laugh. i’d spend eons writing to you if i could, but i know that’s not what i’ve been given- so i’ll cherish everyday that i wake up with the thought of writing to you.

i’ve tried my hardest to express my feelings towards you and it’s taken me over a month because trying to encapsulate everything i feel for you in words was really difficult to do. there’s no possible way that i can begin to describe how happy you make me in just simple words as these, but thank you for letting me take the time to try.

thank you for being my sun, my moon and all my stars. my universe would mean nothing without you. i love you to the end of time and back and i will cherish you forevermore.

-j

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