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kaeyx · 27 days

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mmm imagine being knotted by d!beastzai RIGHT before d!beastchuu walks in

beastzai is so smug because Chuuya KNOWS you can't get knotted by both of them without tearing, and it'll take a while for beastzai's knot to go down so he can have a turn...

meanwhile you're just blissed out & probably about to fall asleep, while Chuuya's just deathglaring beastzai (he might give up and just fuck beastzai instead, who knows)

Ooooh looking very hard 👀 just because you got knotted doesn't mean Chuuya can't have fun tho!! He knows your hole is stretched too far to fit anything else, but it doesn't stop him for long. Beastzai's knot is big (not as big as Chuuya's but big in comparison to you) and won't go down for a long while, so Chuuya instead crawls over to both of you and lies on his stomach, level with your stuffed cunt and Dazai's still swelling knot, and begins to kiss. You're lying back to chest against Dazai, legs spread wide, too cockdrunk and fucked out to even say anything; and Dazai has his arms looped around your middle and his face buried in your hair, rumbling in satisfaction every time your cunt spasms and milks another drop of cum from him. You barely react when Chuuya lowers his head and gives your swollen clit a gentle lick, flicking his forked tongue over the tender bud to make you shudder, just barely managing to whine and spread your legs wider. It's good enough for Chuuya, who peppers light kisses all over your sore cunt, focusing on the puffy rim that's stretched out on Dazai's knot. Of course Dazai gets some love too, one of Chuuya's hands cup his heavy balls and squeeze gently, massaging out every last drop of cum to get it inside you. Dazai groans and wriggles his hips, feeling his cock give another few weak twitches, spurting its milky cum while he grinds his hips into you. Chuuya grins, knowing the effect he's having on the both of you, focusing his attention on you again to get you to cum on his tongue. You're stuffed so full with Dazai's knot that nothing can leak out, even if there's so much cum inside you that your stomach is bulging slightly. Chuuya makes sure to kiss and stroke the little bump, tracing the shape of Dazai's cock through your skin as you moan and try to grind against his tongue, hearing the wet sounds of Dazai's sloppy kisses and licks above his head.

#dazai.bsd #chuuya.bsd #demon!beast!dazai #demon!beast!chuuya #ugh i love them #beastzai.bsd #beastchuu.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader

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gaoau · 2 months

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you'll never resemble a human, so stand up on your claws and kill your own God

theory of the two demons warnings — this is set in the bsd beast universe, so if you havent read/watched that, i do not recommend reading this. theres spoilers and it probably wont make much sense anyway if you dont know what the fucks going on for everyone else that has read beast, have fun word count — 5.5k note — bonus 😝😝

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"have you ever heard about the theory of the two demons?"

"i haven't. what does it say?"

"that to combat a great evil, you need an even greater evil. say, for uprisings against the government, the government can suppress the people with forced disappearances, for example."

"so it's bad against worse?"

"precisely. it cancels out. it reaches a point where evil is just the norm. a demon against another demon; do you get it?"

"i see. like… fighting fire with fire. only a demon can kill a demon."

"yeah, that's… that's a good analogy."

"where did you find this theory? it seems interesting."

"that's not important. i just thought you'd like to know about it."

"why's that?"

"so you don't resent me after i'm dead."

"i'd be surprised if you're actually mortal at all."

"now that's a very cursed thing to say, [Name]."

"my apologies, boss."

[Surname] [Name] is not required for his plans by any means, Dazai knows, but there's a needle of an unnamed feeling pricking him on the back of the head. he sits in Mori's office, reading old newspapers from two or three years ago. it's his latest special interest, so Mori doesn't question it and keeps supplying him with new material. but Mori also questions it, because Dazai doesn't give anything that isn't worth it the time of day. it is an interesting topic, he admits, but it raises his suspicions just as much.

strange murder cases across Japan are not uncommon, what with ability users running wild. he tries not to think much of it. he can't, though, not when Dazai excitedly gasps, "Mori-san! this one could be useful!" as he points to a particular article from Nagoya. spontaneous deaths concentrated in a relatively small radius—likely the work of an ability. an interesting one. one that Dazai knows he doesn't need. one that Dazai hears murmurs of from unilateral memories.

Mori hums, "what is it?" he wonders what could have possibly caught the demon prodigy's eye. but as soon as he glances over to the newspaper and the bold kanji from two years ago, a chill runs down his spine.

"spontaneous deaths, no signs of physical trauma or any diseases, unrelated and irregular victims," Dazai starts listing off. Mori knows this case like the back of his hand. "it's clearly an ability user, wouldn't you agree?" Mori's had his eye on this one for the past two years. "probably a child, too, seeing how erratic they are."

Mori thinks Dazai is aware of a lot more than he's letting on.

"we should fetch them like we did with Q. they might be an ability worth having in the mafia's arsenal."

Mori blinks blankly at the cunning child staring right back into him with an unassuming grin. suggestions of a mind with normal thoughts, those abnormal people wouldn't be able to fathom. because Dazai is not special, however his schemes may play out. he offers him a smile, a bit more strained than he wishes to express. "okay, Dazai-kun, i'll leave that to you."

and a parallel story comes to life—a story where kids can't cry, but they can pray for their lives.

it's easier to find something when knowing exactly where to look for it. Dazai doesn't waste any time paying a visit to the ruins of a research facility in Nagoya. whatever shall be rebuilt from these remains, he'll make sure it doesn't impact his plans. admittedly, he doesn't know what is waiting for him at the next location on his to-do list. among the rubble and the blood, he finds a stainless steel bracelet. he knows who it belonged to and he knows where to keep it for the sake of repentance.

after his short detour, he makes his way to Shizuoka. he's all smiles and innocence when he speaks to the lady in charge of orphaned children. when he's allowed inside and the woman calls [Name]'s attention, he hears the echo of a gunshot ringing in his ear. he remembers cursed words meant to follow him in every new page.

[Name] is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and taking up space as their legs are stretched out. one of their little brothers—Dazai doesn't know which one—sits against them, holding a book. as soon as the woman calls their name, [Name]'s head shoots up. they pat their sibling on the shoulder, chuckling at their childish whining, before approaching their beckoning mother. she introduces the two to one another with a warm grin and promptly leaves them to talk in private.

as they're sitting outside, watching children of all ages play with a ball, Dazai presents them with the cheap bracelet. "do you recognize this?" he prompts them to take it, but they don't budge. they scan the jewelry with their eyes briefly. then they shake their head. Dazai sighs, returning the bracelet to his pocket.

he lets silence settle between them, leaving space for [Name] to ask any questions. without stained walls and dying children, he wonders what this version of [Name] has to say to him. how sharp are their teeth? how deep do they bite? how much do they burn? but they don't look at him as they say, "i don't know who you are or what that bracelet is." they flinch when one of their siblings falls face first on the grass. their eyes are soft, without any trace of fear. "why are you here?"

amiability and [Name] are dissonant, Dazai thinks, but truth stands that the looming cloud of anger clinging to their shoulders doesn't exist here. he considers the many paths he can take them down, between violence and comradery. "listen," he starts, choosing to stand neutral where he knows he shouldn't disrupt, "it's your choice, but the ability you have—" [Name] snaps their neck towards him, "—is very useful, and a lot of less than nice people will come to get you for it."

the last time [Name] used Mirror Mirage was two years ago. the last person to ever know about it was a man in a lab coat. "i'm past using my ability. it's been long enough." with their family and their life, they hardly feel the need to steal from others anymore. they look Dazai in the eye with a passive stare, harmless, curious, willing. the stare of an older sibling scolding him for acting so childishly.

"about that…" he trails, rising from the bench. he can't see [Name] from his peripheral vision. he knows [Name] has no hostility within them unless he gives them some. "i was told to burn this orphanage down just to get you. but i'm being nice about it." and he won't give them any reason to bare their teeth. he's learned his lesson. he knows better from his own parallel mistakes. "you're a smart kid, aren't you?"

"are you extorting me?"

"not quite, i'm just looking out for you." a chuckle slips from his tongue. there's a fine line between his lies and his benevolence. it seems he cannot change his ways—he can only make them softer.

[Name] purses their lips in thought as they ponder over his words. "will everyone here be safe if i go with you?" they crane their neck to look up at him. he's not that much taller than them, even while standing up, wearing nothing but black, hiding behind his bangs and bandages. he still feels unreachable, too big and too lonely, like he takes up too much space whether he wants to or not.

"you can watch over them yourself," Dazai reassures them. he takes a step and turns to face them, offering them his bandaged hand.

"okay then." without a moment's hesitation, they reach for his fingers. they rise to their feet. "i'll go with you."

"welcome to the Port Mafia, [Name]."

Dazai feels in their hand the moment they realize exactly who he is and where he comes from. they blink owlishly at him as he smiles back without a trace of animosity. [Name] relaxes their muscles, now knowing they've made the correct choice. later that same week, they meet again with the man in the lab coat; the head of the Port Mafia itself.

it's fleeting, [Name] realizes, but it's very much there—the unadulterated, baseless animosity creeping up their legs. when they walk into the training room on their first day, Dazai is waiting for them while leaning against the wall. they see it in his eye as he turns his head to look at them. it's a hollow stare, a bottomless pit of strife, reaching out in echoes from the sobs of a child. his lips curl into a small smile. [Name] feels the hairs on their nape bristling in alarm, like there's a bigger threat looming nearby, but all they can see is Dazai.

and Dazai, with that look in his eyes and that simper on his lips, is not a threat at all.

when he's standing so close to them, when he isn't hiding in the sunlight, he feels much smaller. it's almost as if they could see his hands shaking. it's almost as if they could see the tears wanting to overflow. there's a stirring in their stomach where pain bubbles, purely and innocently. Dazai is so, so far away.

he pushes himself off the wall and stands across from [Name]. stepping closer, he finds it unusual to not see their muscles tense in alarm. then he remembers the usual hasn't been established yet. "those scars…" his sentence dies down as he tastes the words. they feel familiar on his tongue, so he finds a way to flip them upside down. "do you want to die, [Name]?" his eye casts down to their uncovered arms. they look the same.

"i'm sorry?"

a sigh tumbles from his lips. "your scars, those are self-inflicted."

"ah." instinctively, [Name]'s fingers reach up to touch their neck. Dazai doesn't look at them. "there was a time, back in the labs. i've grown out of it." they speak nonchalantly, shrugging their shoulders and acting like craving death was nothing more than a short phase. a little something they tried for fun and stopped once they got bored of it—it doesn't follow them, it doesn't cling to them, it has left them alone because they don't want to die anymore.

"why?"

"what do you mean?"

"why did you want to die?"

he sees how [Name] stops to give it some thought. their eyes flicker down and to the side briefly, then return to him, alive. "i'm not sure. it was just easy."

"those tests they ran on you," he prompts.

"yeah." they blink and something flashes in their eyes. it's unnoticeable, but Dazai can see it clearly. he considers briefly, just briefly, keeping his mouth shut. [Name] continues with an explanation that only makes sense to normal people like themself and Dazai, "living things became trivial."

"and by consequence, so did you."

[Name] nods. it's odd, they think, how easily he understands without them explaining a jumbled mess of forgotten thoughts. maybe it isn't that odd, especially considering he's read their files already. "do you want to die, Dazai-san?" but they see him as soon as their question slips from their tongue.

"yes."

in a quick answer with no hesitation, [Name] sees the innocent boy on the verge of tears. he's gritting his teeth and covering his ears with trembling hands. [Name] grimaces, because the closer they try to step, the smaller he becomes. so scared, so lonely, so vulnerable. they feel sorry for him. they pity him. he feels just like another little sibling from the orphanage, one [Name] could easily hold until his breathing settles down again. but as soon as they blink, he fades away, melting into the shadows where they can't reach. in his stead, they meet Dazai's hollow stare.

[Name]'s fingers twitch on instinct. "can i ask why?" they think, ignoring the bristling hairs on the back of their nape, that Dazai has been standing alone and alienated for far too long.

"some may call me a fool," he answers, voice light and airy, shrugging it off like it's something he's heard a billion times before. but then [Name] feels it again, when he looks them right in the eye, the unnerving animosity trying to drag them down. it's as if he's looking at someone else—looking at words he's heard from the same voice, but not quite the same person. "others," he emphasizes, "may call me a coward."

[Name] recoils. they take a step backwards. that statement—that complaint—was not directed at them, [Name] understands, but it was directly for them.

Dazai lets a chuckle drift into the silence. he recognizes he shouldn't be speaking anymore. he recedes and takes his contempt off [Name] with him. "is that enough of an answer for you?"

"i think… it's your choice." ([Name] tries—wants—to understand.) "whether you want to tell me or not."

they don't bite. "you're a lot more agreeable," Dazai hums. in a world in which he hasn't stolen anything from them, [Name] has no reason to bite back. if he hadn't been so childish, maybe they could have held a conversation like this in the right story.

[Name] contemplates asking for clarification, but they keep their mouth shut as Dazai steps closer. he feels small again. he's a kid. he's nothing but a kid, all over again.

with weightless steps, he stands a few feet away from [Name]. "attack me with all you've got."

Dazai can recite this scene from memory. [Name] hesitates, argues, and he makes sure they understand where their loyalties should lie from the get-go. he's long decided to teach them the same lessons in a different way. their attack is as predictable as the first time; he wastes not a single second striking his leg against their ribcage. as [Name] bounces off the wall, Dazai sighs to himself.

"lesson number one," his voice echoes through the training room, "don't rely on your ability alone." he watches unblinking while [Name] struggles to pick themself up from the floor. "you're gonna need a lot of martial arts training."

[Name] can barely register any of his words when their mouth is overflowing with blood.

Dazai gives them time to stand back up on their feet. quietly, he turns towards the door. "that's all for today." [Name]'s blurry eyes follow him as he begins heading out. his back is so, so small. "the closest infirmary is on the ground floor. same time tomorrow, yeah?" he stops at the door, glancing over his shoulder.

finding support on the wall, [Name] clutches the forming bruise on their side, stumbling in an attempt to stay balanced. their head spins, but they answer, "…yeah, okay…" despite the sickening taste of blood on their tongue.

"i'll use a gun, so be ready."

"…gotcha."

[Name] listens to their own choked breathing and takes a moment to properly stabilize themself. Dazai hears an echo in his brain, voices from the dead he has never heard, but he nonetheless remembers. it haunts him, whether he wants them to or not, because wisdom only has worth when a writer is dead. he takes it upon himself to not stress [Name] out too much. promptly, he exits the training room, leaving the door wide open for [Name] to follow once they gather their bearings again.

they think, while heading for the door, that Dazai is simply a lonely kid drowning in future regrets.

Dazai knows better than anyone—or rather, he's the only who knows—that he cannot interfere where he isn't allowed. the best example of this is [Name]'s natural gravitation towards Chuuya. he lets the years pass, working for things to play out the exact same way, changing the course only where it's needed for his plan. while he's busy throwing a quiet tantrum in a former assassin's apartment, he leaves [Name] in Chuuya's hands.

Nakahara Chuuya has read [Name]'s files—only the most relevant ones, because it would take him a lifetime to even scan through everything that has been documented since the moment of their birth. empathy simmers in his chest in the face of another humane monster built from experiments.

that which resembles a human. resembling humans, all of them, dancing on a chessboard in someone else's pocket.

however smart Mori may be, however much respect he may have for the boss, Chuuya believes leaving a kid with suicidal tendencies to a suicidal bastard is undeniably cruel. [Name] is nothing like Dazai, because they value life, because they don't regret being born, because they don't taunt death in an attempt to free themself. and yet despite knowing they are so, so different from the demon prodigy, there still is something. there is something, and Chuuya doesn't know what, but it's very much there. something in their eyes, something very deep in a parallel mirror; something on the scar on their neck and something in their voice.

something, whatever it is, making [Name] feel horribly similar to Dazai.

Chuuya has seen his friends die time and time again. that's just the way the mafia works. he fears he's going to see [Name] end up being another corpse in a pile of distant memories.

after a strenuous day of training, he offers them a cigarette. the more they take from him, the less they'll follow in Dazai's footsteps—he hopes, at least, because Dazai has a plan. Chuuya doesn't know what it is or why he's so determined to see it come to fruition, but he does know no one is safe. so he leans against the wall, taking another drag, listening as [Name] explains their experience in the research facility. out of curiosity, out of concern.

if there's an input, there's an output.

[Name] shakes ashes off their cigarette. they finish their retelling with a closing thought of, "at some point, the concept of life became trivial, as Dazai-san put it." it sounds natural and it rolls off their tongue with the tone of an older sibling. Chuuya argues that it sounds dissonant; that agreeing with Dazai shouldn't be a willing choice. "i could kill anyone and anything, but i couldn't kill myself. they wouldn't let me."

he sighs heavily, "that explains why you feel so much like that lousy suicidal bastard."

with the way [Name] turns to blink owlishly at him, he'd think he's offended them. their brows furrow in thought for a moment, before they chuckle sardonically. "i think Dazai-san's in a league of his own." as a pained afterthought, they add, "sadly." they cast their gaze down to their shoes, a grimace twisting their face. pity burns on their tongue. "there really isn't anyone out there to feel so much like him."

"hopefully," Chuuya snarls, rolling his eyes, "there really shouldn't be."

"do you hate him that much, Chuuya-san? i know he's a lot to handle, but he's just throwing a tantrum." the laughter that falls from their lips is ironic. they don't mean it. they're at a loss. the cigarette between their fingers slips and bounces off their shoes.

Chuuya clicks his tongue. "he's just a cunning bastard with a plan to fuck everyone over." he flicks his own cigarette off to the side to emphasize his words.

[Name] lets his snarky remark swim into their ears, processing each sound with careful consideration. they stare silently at the floor as they take into account everything the mafia has shown them for the past two years. they're well aware Dazai is always slithering around, a heavy presence looming over everyone's shoulders to make sure everything goes according to plan. they know he's doing something, whatever it might be, and it's very important. that's why he's been gone for over a week already. from where [Name] stands, it simply seems capricious.

"i think he's a little kid," they speak up with a hint of hesitation. a knot in their throat tries to keep them from spitting words a parallel story would set them on fire for. they clear their throat, turning to find Chuuya's eyes. "doesn't he feel like a neglected toddler to you?"

immediately, Chuuya throws his head back and cackles from the core of his chest. he pats [Name]'s shoulder harshly, shaking them in a fit of pure amusement. "ha! that's your best joke so far." he pretends to wipe a tear off his eye. the moment his laughter fades away, a peeved frown pulls his brows down. "that shitty asshole's a demon that's been alive for centuries. i wouldn't waste pity on him." as if it were an unimportant discussion about ants on the ground, Chuuya shrugs his shoulders. he's done with his smoke break and he cares little about sympathy for malicious intelligence.

[Name] watches him head back into the Port Mafia building. the demonic crown Dazai wears weighs on him more and more as the years go by. centuries upon centuries of living in isolation should give a demon like him all the wisdom in the universe, and yet he's nothing but a child. even Chuuya is only a child with issues of his own. they all are. and when kids are scared, some cry, some bite back, and some simply cower in a corner while gritting their teeth.

with a sigh, [Name] crushes their struggling cigarette with the sole of their shoe. they follow after Chuuya once the fire has died.

it's strange, Dazai thinks, and it rattles him for a moment. he only has the memories of what will happen, but he's convinced he can still feel frail bones crushing under the pressure of his foot. the moment he sees [Name] in broad daylight, crouched over in an awfully familiar alleyway, he stops dead in his tracks. his fingers twitch. he almost wishes [Name] would try to hide away in the shadows. he doesn't have to even look past them to know there's a box with three puppies in it.

"what are you doing here, [Name]?"

[Name] cranes their neck back, finding Dazai's eye staring down at them with a blank gaze. "hello, Dazai-san," they greet him normally, because they don't know and they can't guess. they step to the side to let him see the three dying dogs, huddled together for warmth inside a humid box. Dazai blinks. these puppies don't just look frail, they look sick.

"what are you doing?"

[Name] turns back to the box. with one hand, they keep searching for a way to help these dying creatures; the other one offers a sense of comfort—or as much as they can—scratching their heads gently. "i found these guys abandoned here. i was thinking of getting 'em to the vet, they don't look too good." when [Name] removes their hand, one of the puppies stirs. it tries to call out in a faint cry. it barely has the strength to breathe.

"oh." Dazai hums in understanding. he doesn't like dogs. he doesn't care about what happens to these dogs. something is probably eating them from the inside out and he knows for a fact they will not survive a ride to the vet. they're on the verge of death already; [Name], this time, is too late. "yeah, that's a good idea." he doesn't care about what happens to these dogs or to [Name] themself, but he lets them do whatever they want. it is not a dare. it is not a challenge. it's simply him taking a step back.

"do you know of any vets nearby? i can't find anything on my phone."

"…i don't really like dogs so i don't know anything." he lies. he does know. he cannot step back more than this.

it's fleeting, but [Name] feels that same baseless animosity trying to drown them. "i see." they pretend it's fair. they don't pry. with a grimace, they turn again to look at Dazai. "do you think they'll make it? they might be a lost cause."

"you should try."

the longer they consider it, the more pity simmers in their chest. when they scan their eyes over the puppies one more time, they're agitated, struggling to breathe. "i'd rather not put 'em through that… i'll just let 'em pass peacefully." an orange glow surrounds their body as they use Mirror Mirage to steal the dogs' lives from them. painlessly, the three of them grow weaker until they ultimately die.

Dazai glares quietly. he watches with a hollow stare as [Name], with their eyes closed, claps their hands and says a short prayer to the lives they've taken.

"i'll find a place to bury them. excuse me, Dazai-san." picking the box up from the floor, [Name] bows their head to him. he trails his eyes after them while they disappear down the sidewalk.

Mori Ogai knew eventually Dazai would take his place. evil expects evil from others. when he finds [Name]'s hand around his throat, he chuckles. he figures this is exactly why Dazai wanted to take them from their orphanage and bring them into his arsenal. he's not given much choice and lets the children do with him as they see fit.

at age eighteen, Dazai Osamu becomes the Port Mafia's boss.

[Name] doesn't mind the changes in the mafia, especially considering they aided the new boss. there's a hefty weight of unbearable responsibility pressing down on their shoulders. they're aware Dazai isn't their problem, and neither do they feel the need to interfere. he is doing something—[Name] doesn't know what it is or why, but they hope he can accomplish it so he'll finally sit down and breathe. they know better than to meddle. but the duty of an older sibling compels them to at least check in on everyone around them.

(Chuuya isn't content. they've heard all of his complaints again and again over cigarettes and drinks. he says he doesn't blame them for helping Dazai out in taking Mori's head. they hardly believe him.)

Dazai calls them into his office. something feels off when they step inside, bowing as per usual, speaking politely like they did with Mori. he's leaning back on his chair and reading a book. the cover is worn, but they can make out the characters for war and crime. the look in his eye darkens considerably as he lets it flutter shut before dropping it in his trash bin.

he leans into his desk and towards [Name], an empty smile curling his lips. "i have a task for you, [Name]." he gathers documents scattered around, brushing off a paper airplane that falls off the edge. [Name] takes them from his hand with a nod. "i'd like some information on this orphanage."

"of course, boss."

they bow one more time to excuse themself. Dazai considers letting them go with their task, but curiosity gets the best of him. he can't keep his mouth shut. "say, [Name]," he starts. [Name] stands up straight, listening attentively. "have you ever heard about the theory of the two demons?"

[Name] blinks, brows rising. it doesn't ring a bell. "i haven't. what does it say?" Dazai knows it doesn't ring a bell.

"that to combat a great evil, you need an even greater evil." it's taken him years to understand what this theory entails. it's taken him memories that do not belong to him to wrap his head around nonsense such as this. the best experience comes first-hand. "say, for uprisings against the government, the government can suppress the people with forced disappearances, for example." he cannot pretend to laugh at this anymore.

"so it's bad against worse?"

"precisely." Dazai snaps his fingers. there's a childlike ring in his voice, like he's happy to finally hold a conversation with the [Name] he's known. "it cancels out. it reaches a point where evil is just the norm. a demon against another demon; do you get it?"

"i see. like… fighting fire with fire." they're close. "only a demon can kill a demon."

like saying long time no see to someone he's supposed to have never met. like stabbing his own leg for someone he knows doesn't have the choice to stray. like offering lies to someone who cursed him in a different story. like babbling words that are not his. "yeah, that's… that's a good analogy." like a corpse smiling back at him. (like animal blood staining his shoes.)

"where did you find this theory? it seems interesting."

Dazai glances at the trash bin only briefly. "that's not important." [Name] doesn't catch on. "i just thought you'd like to know about it."

"why's that?"

"so you don't resent me after i'm dead." he's always known they aren't anything like him.

[Name] lets an innocent chuckle slip, "i'd be surprised if you're actually mortal at all."

"now that's a very cursed thing to say, [Name]." he offers them a smile. it's the smile of a child, innocent and ignorant. it's heavy.

"my apologies, boss."

Nakajima Atsushi is a mellow boy. it doesn't take a genius to realize he wasn't as lucky as [Name] was when drawing straws in the orphanage lottery. he's been blessed with a powerful ability, but he's also been cursed to never tame it. Dazai seems to have been prepared for this inconvenience since the day he was born. [Name] considers that's probably exactly the case.

they analyze the collar Dazai has given them, before their eyes fall on Atsushi. he's mellow and he's scared. he sits quietly on the floor, hugging his knees close to his chest to make himself small, hiding his face in search for safety. [Name] crouches by him, wearing the same gentle simper they used for their youngest siblings.

"i'm sorry about this, Atsushi-kun," they speak softly, careful not to make unnecessary loud noises, "but Dazai-san said it's to keep your ability in check."

"i know. i understand. it's okay." he lifts his head up only slightly. he meets [Name]'s pitying eyes.

they frown. the theory of the two demons states that, in order to take down a great evil, one requires a greater evil; [Name] thinks this is what Dazai meant when introducing them to such a wicked theory. a sigh tumbles from their lips, "it's not okay, but it's necessary." it burns on their tongue, rotten words they should swallow.

they purse their lips and clasp the collar around Atsushi's neck. somehow, they wince harder than him.

Dazai Osamu has completed his plan.

he hits the ground, blood splattering and staining the ground a crimson red, because even in death, Dazai can't keep himself from being a nuisance. his body twitches as the last remnants of life slip away from him. it's unexpected—not that he managed to fulfill his own goals, but the way he chooses to celebrate. in the moment, [Name] thought their words were ironic. as they catch a glimpse through the corner of their eye, they think they spoke too much.

they freeze, shoulders taut. with wide eyes, they find Chuuya's glare across from them, seemingly just as perplexed. both turn towards the wall of windows; neither dare take a step closer to confirm their suspicions.

"…Chuuya-san," [Name] speaks up with a hesitant tone. Chuuya doesn't answer. "Chuuya-san, was…" their voice trails off, unsure of what to say in the face of suicide. "Chuuya-san, was that Dazai-san?" by the time they manage a coherent sentence, Chuuya is no longer by their side.

[Name] watches from up high in an empty hallway. from this height, Dazai's bleeding body is nothing more than an ant out of line. they sigh heavily, eyes closed. they clap their hands together and say a short prayer for the life that now sleeps forever in solitude.

—あごす (agosu) • 2023

#theory of the two demons #bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #nakajima atsushi #mori ougai #bsd beast #bungou stray dogs beast

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imagnesnutter · 10 months

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i appreciate beast dazai's existence so much cause he's this very concentrated version of dazai with all of his flaws turned up to the max: his self-loathing, his compulsive need to control everyone and everything, his inability to let go, his deep-seated fatalism (i always end up losing what i hold closest. it is a given that everything that is worth wanting will be lost the moment i obtain it) and original dazai possesses ALL of these traits but ultimately it's him giving into his grief that magnifies them to that extent

#beast dazai is so raw he's like an open wound #his mask of a cruel heartless demon is so fragile that he's one breath away from crumpling like a piece of paper at all times #he's the exact opposite of where dazai's character arc is heading. I Love Him #bsd #bsd beast #dazai #beast dazai

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little-blurry-stars5 · 2 months

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BARNS AND NOBLE HAUL ‼️‼️‼️‼️

RAJHHHHHDHDHDHD ITS THEMMMM

Went back like 3 days later, they had Beast AND 15!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait to see dazai die!! AND THE ART STYLE FOR 15 OH MY GODS I WOULD DIE TO HAVE IT 💥 And my sister found the MLB, and you know we're getting it. It's so silly I love it

PERCY JACKSON RAHHHH ‼️‼️ pretty sure Greek heros is one of the only ones I don't have, so ofc I bought it!!

AND THE FUNKO POP !!!!!! I love sabito so much bro I have a sticker of him on my water bottle... YIPPIEEE !!! ONTO THE SHELF HE GOES !!!!

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dutu2u · 1 year

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dd♥, i keep drawing them cause they fit red..

#deon hart x dazai osamu #deon hart #beast dazai #bsd fanart #im not that kind of talent #demon arut #dazai osamu #dd

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 4 months

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Imagine, Shibusawa accidentally activated his ability in real world.

The whole house is covered in fog. And all abilities are on a loose.

Even Crime and Punishment are gone.

But, they don't attack their respective ability users.

They are nowhere to be found.

You are also nowhere to be seen.

Worst of all, Dazai is also missing.

BSD Cast are panicking.

What, if abilities hurt you?!

BSD Cast is searching through the house.

They found you, surrounded by abilities, on the attic.

And all abilities are trying to get your attention.

🐯 Beast Beneath The Moonlight is chuffing, rubbing its head against your chest.

📒 The Matchless Poet creating knick-knacks for you.

👘🗡️ All Men Are Equal is guarding the window, taking short breaks to pet you.

🩺 Thou Shalt Not Die is applying cute bandages on smallest, almost healed cuts.

🌨️ Light Snow is recreating movie scenes with its power.

🐄 Undefeated by the Rain create stone figures with its bare hands.

🐰 Demon Show holding a plate with snacks.

Futon is manipulating electronics, changing channels, so you can watch some interesting show.

🍰💉 Vita Sexualis is making accessories for you.

🍷 Upon the Tainted Sorrow making things float for your entertainment.

🌂 Golden Demon is bringing you nice clothes.

🇫🇷 Demonic Beast Guivre is curled around you.

🎧 Illuminations is creating a hyperspace over you.

🗣️ Lippman's ability is sitting near you, guarding you.

🧥 Rashomon is glaring at everyone, who is trying to get close to you.

🚬 Falling Camelia entertain you by pushing around different things.

🩹🧲 Midwinter Memento is controlling metal pieces to create some cool figurines.

⭕⭐ Dogra Magra, as a little doll, sitting on your lap.

🍋 Lemonade is creating fireworks for you.

🍛 Flawless is playing cards with you.

⛩️ Hail in the Begging Bowl preparing non-alcoholic drinks for you.

💻 Discourse on Decadence is writing down interesting memories, it read from anything he could find.

🥷 Yesterday's Shadow Tag is sitting near Rashomon, protecting you.

🕶️ Another is bringing you dolls from Ayatsuji's collection.

💰 The Great Fitzgerald is bringing you cases, full of money (don't worry, it simply took them from Fitzgerald).

🦝 Black Cat in the Rue Morgue is ready to send you in any book you want.

🐋 Mody Dick is floating outside the window, ready to fly with you anywhere you want.

🍇 The Grapes of Wreath is growing grapes for you. Don't worry, they are edible.

☕ Annie of Abyss Red is playing ball with you.

🪶 Little Women is planning your weekends, while sitting in the next room

👒 Gone With the Wing is using wings to make paper butterflies fly around.

♊ Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer are floating above you, telling jokes.

✝️ The Scarlet Letter is writing your name in the air with its power.

😷 A Feast in a Time of Plague simply observing you from the corner.

🫖 The Precipice is outside, rumbling happily.

👻 The Perfect Crime is bringing you mystery novels.

⚔️ Mirror Lion is entertaining you with its sword skills.

🦇🧛 Bram's ability is handing from the sealing upside down. Protecting you.

🃏 Sigma's ability is laying near you, with its head on your lap.

🤡 The Overcoat is doing a circus performance for you.

🐀 Crime and Punishment is playing with your hair.

👧👩👵 Gasp of the Soul is cuddling your left hand.

💧 Priceless Tears is floating through the vents all over the house and bring you whatever you ask for.

🌸 Plum Blossoms in Snow is using its power to cut fruits.

⌚ Strait is the Gate is observing surroundings.

🐈‍⬛ I am a Cat is purring and doing tricks for you.

🪢🦀 Dazai, somehow, got captured, and how is in a cage, far away from anyone, he can touch to nullify.

The moment, BSD Cast stepped to the attic, abilities turned towards them, glaring at their 'hosts'.

So, you, either, will be stuck here, until Abilities decide to let you go.

Or, until BSD Cast manage to free Dazai.

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

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stuffeddeer · 5 months

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ddeeeEEER 😭 you have me clutching my chest dying from ur fluff good LORD

i'll be the first to ask for the rest of what you wrote post that shit NOW this is a threat/j

ouggggh ur dazai makes me want to squash him and blend him up and smash him into bits

butt anywho happy thanksgiving!!

-🩵

uefiuhseufh THANK YOU 🩵ANON!!!! i wrote these literally seconds after "pt1" but didn't wanna clog ppls feeds w thousands of kissing hcs um oops

PT1

(not necessary to read, just more silly ideas)

15!Dazai who, whether it's you who leans in first or him, gets so overwhelmed. The rush of emotions and warmth he's never been shown causes him to panic, which makes him push you away! (Quite harshly at that..) He doesn't mean to but omg Dazai is just SO not used to affection and comfort that the warm fluttery feeling in his chest makes him sick to his stomach. Processing these feelings makes him feel flustered and sheepish and AHH!!!!! It's too much!!! He'd avoid you so horribly after he's so stupid, ducking into other hallways or using his hands to physically cover his face (very obvious to poor you!!) all so he didn't have to acknowledge the fact that you made him feel different. It'd probably take Chuuya yelling at him for his stupidity for him to realize he really really likes you! And that feeling is actually good!!!

PM!Dazai who's cocky and knows exactly what he wants; He's the demon prodigy for a reason. This Dazai is an asshole who kisses you without warning - no "I'm interested in you" or slow lean in or anything - just cuts you off with a long kiss that takes your breath away before he moves back. He'll tease you for being "so in love with him, as many are," before waving his hand dismissively and leaving. Dazai is a total jerk so when you ask if this means he likes you, he denies it: just saying that he knew you liked him and thought he'd be generous and give you your first and last kiss with him. Dazai flaunts a pretty smile and leans suspiciously close as he says this before immediately leaving under the guise of some meeting he's definitely lying about. He'd start doing things to draw your attention to his lips after this just to mess with you - putting on chapstick and the like. PM!Dazai would love to see you get frustrated and annoyed with his antics but not do anything, knowing it'd only make it worse. grrr biting scratching clawing i need him gone

ADA!Dazai who's anxious. He's so totally in love with you and is overwhelmed by it all! His eyes sting and his throat turns dry, a sign that he feels like crying, but he just stands there at the sight of you. You 'd be the one to initiate it first, an anxious look on your face as you pull back to a ghostly white Dazai standing frigid. The thought of oh fuck, did I overstep? leads to you apologize profusely. Once he finally gets his breath back (you feeling downright horrible with every moment he's silent), Dazai practically hangs off of you, pathetically gripping onto your arm with both of his and holding you close. You ask if this means he likes you back but he still can't speak, just burying his head into the crook of your neck. Give him time, he's still working through everything!!!! It's been a long time since he has actually liked someone, especially so deeply, so it's hard for him to come to terms with it :( He just wants to be near you but he can't find the words to express that just yet. Being vulnerable is so scary!

Beast!Dazai who gets horrifically drunk. How else could he manage all of the things he has to go through? Just knowing he could never confide in Oda like he once has leads him to throwing back drink after drink... Until he ends up on your doorstep. He'd wanted to keep you at arms length, to stop you from following him down the dark road he was paving, but with a few too many drinks in him he found he didn't care. You let him in right away, more than happy to pour him a glass of water and let him crash on your couch for the night. Before you could even turn towards your kitchen, he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, full of love and need and every feeling he has felt for you across lifetimes. The kiss would last a minute or so before Dazai would pull away, hugging you tightly and making you promise him that you'd never leave him, even if he makes horrible decisions and drives everyone else away — you are his, remember? In every life.

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justcallmesakira · 1 month

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BYE YYOU GUS R SO SILLY @saelique buddyHGGSUG

THIS WAS THE BEST April FOOLS I HAVE EVER DONE I WAS LITEARLLY WHREZING ON THE FLOOR NO JOKE😭😂😂😂😂 YALL I AM A VIRGIM WHO NEVER HELD A BOY IN MY LOFE OH MY GAWD GUYS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN IMPREGANTE ME IS NIKOLAI EXCEAPT HES COMING OUT PREGANT!

ANNNOUNCMENT!- I GOT PREGANT!

hi guys um so long story short i got pregnant!

basically it was a one night stand but it well i- now i find out i am pegant. So now i have to find a way to tell my parents and leave this blog thank you all so much. I dont know what to do anymore. And um wish my future family luck! and yeah goodbye!

@silverbladexyz- thanku sm for the time silver i appreaciate it

@heartsfourdazai- sorry love, i have to run away with my partner now but i still think ur the best <3

@chuuyasboner- it was fun with you and please dont stalk my child

@riiwrites- i had so much fun with you omg, it all started with a simple ask on how to resize pics

@elizais- we may not have interacted much but i love your writing

@nezuko-kamado-cute-demon- your so sweet yknow that omg wish i could have more time to talk with you

@tsuunara- goodbye tsu, may your writing journey proceed

@rusmii- we are both from se!asia so i found somewhat a resemblance with you but now i have to go mii, good bye

@saelique- I WILL MISS YOU THE MOST BYE EEUAAUGIAGAU *crying noises*

@atlasnessie- looks like we have to end up like beast dazai and oda...good luck atlas

@atzuhi- YDHGHSH we havent talked much but i loved your smaus-

For those wondering who i didnt tag i was too lazy too. I will keep the blog but well goodbye guys! it was nice meeting you <3

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duckduckgoose-exe · 3 months

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BSD ROLEPLAY BLOGS MASTERLIST

PLEASE SEND ME AN ASK WITH YOUR CHARACTER I SWEAR TO GOD. I’m trying my best to keep up with this, but if you’re an asshole/not nice when roleplaying/force plots on other roleplayers/etc? Not being added. And if you have a problem with one of the roleplayers on this list, tell me.

(I know I’m missing some im sorry ueueuue)

THSI JS EXTREMELY OUTDATED.

EDIT: hey hey it’s not letting me tag any more people lmao

15!Dazai: @disqualifiedasahuman

15!Chuuya: @doglover556

Ranpo: @ramuneranpo

Poe: @ranpos-rival

Nikolai: @nikolai-gogol-real

Agatha Christie: @agathachristiebsd

Yooko Ota (OC): @yookoota

Kunikida: @notamathmatician

Atsushi: @chazukelover5105

Sigma: @sky-casin0

Fyodor: @fyodorsdostoevsky

Akutagawa: @rashoumonaku

Tecchou: @loveants

PM!Chuuya: @chuuya-nakaharapm

Kyoka: @bunnykyoka

Poe and Karl: @ask-poeandkarl

Yosano: @thou-shaltnot-die

Chiyu Nakahara (OC): @nakachi101

Dazai: @crabbydazai

Kaiji: @creatoroflemons

Kouyou: @golden-demon-pm

Nyx Fleance (oc): @nyx-fleance

Odasaku: @fl4wless23

Ango: @themafiasinformant

Nathanial: @thepastorsblood

Kunikida: @manofhisideals

Jouno: @thesepricelesstears

Sakoto Dazai (OC): @crabisnasty1234

Kyoka: @crepes-is-life

Victor Hugo (OC): @the-wretched-informant

Teruko: @teru-ru-ru-ko

Shibusawa: @eternalboredom

Tanizaki Siblings: @tanizakisiblings

Gin: @thesecondakutagawa

Giacomo Leopardi (oc?): @normal-italian-tourist

Collette Èpine (oc): @collettescorner

Ritsu Satō (oc): @angels-trump3t

Kalma (oc): @rewriting-fate

Bram Stoker: @vampirebram

Beast!Dazai: @yearningfortheend

The Scythe (oc): @thescythe-pm

Beast!Chuuya: @snowydusk

Oni!Chuuya: @onichuuya-yokai

Kitsune!Dazai: @kitsune-dazai

Aya: @worldsbiggesthero

Tachihara: @midwinter-momento

16!Chuuya(?)): @chuuyanakaharalovesdogs

Q: @dogramagra-and-destruction

Elinor Wylie (oc): @elinors-fishing-bureau

Fem!Chuuya: @dazais-biggest-hater

Fem!Dazai: @osamudazaiisawoman

#bsd roleplay #bsd rp #15!dazai #15!chuuya #ranpo edogawa #Edgar Allan poe bsd #nikolai gogol #agatha christie #Kunikida #atsushi nakajima #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #akutagawa ryuunosuke

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inamagicalhallucination · 4 months

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fic where dazai (and ranpo but he's ranpo) notices that anytime someone says words like "beast" "monster" "demon" etc atsushi almost always stiffens - not like he's scared but as if he's physically fighting back the urge to respond as he'd been called

featuring atsushi trying to force himself to stop associating himself with the words the people in the orphanage called him

akutagawa should be there to be atsushi's hot emotional support but thats just my opinion btw

#bungo stray dogs #atsushi nakajima #bungou stray dogs #bsd prompt #dazai osamu #bsd #bungou stray dogs atsushi #bsd atsushi

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kaeyx · 2 months

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I like the concept of d!beastdazai and I love affection!! He'd totally open up all the windows at night letting all the cold wind in so he can sneak under your covers and snuggle freely because well you're cold anyways

Oh yes, he's so crafty when he wants to be. Opening your windows, throwing all your warm clothes in the wash, poking holes in your hot water bottles etc. He also cranks up his own body temperature, until you can practically see the air distortion around him and feel the warmth whenever he passes by you. Beastzai is so generous too, offering his coat and patting his lap for you to sit in, grinning when you climb up and he can wrap his arms around you. It's sort of like sitting in an oven or being wrapped in an electric blanket, he's that warm. Except Dazai purrs and rubs his cheek against the top of your head, sending powerful vibrations through your whole body. Whenever you try to move even a little, even just to shift because your legs are falling asleep, he'll grip you tight and dig his claws into your sides until you have to slap him away. And then he'll have the audacity to complain when you press your cold hands and feet against him!

#dazai.bsd #demon!beast!dazai #beastzai.bsd

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akutasoda · 5 months

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'fireworks'

✩↛'when i go, i'd like to go out just as beautifully'

✩↛beast!dazai, massive beast spoilers!, heavy angst, no comfort, mentions of death and injury, hints towards typical dazai stuff, wc - 1.1k

the office laid empty apart from the port mafia boss sat upon his desk. it was nice office, while the height was a little off-putting for some but it was made up for in the view. he could idly gaze across yokohama without risk of anything. just him and his thoughts, maybe sometimes that wasn't the best thing for him.

he had been sat there for a while, his mind jumping from topic to topic until the click of the doors across the office rang across the room. he was greeted by none other than chuuya and he knew that was his key to go do whatever it was he had to do to keep the mafia functioning.

sometimes he swears this job would be the death of him and sometimes he doesn't even know why he aspired for this position. but one things for sure, and that would be why he was so envious as of late, it had been a long time since he carried such strong and lasting emotions.

the office remained idle until the sun barely peeked over the horizon. the last time he would see it for the day, it would come back the next morning unlike something else in his life. he had finished and decided he did indeed need to make his daily visit elsewhere.

he had know you for so long he felt like sometimes he didn't know when you two met. and the likelihood of you two ever meeting was slim, so he knew there must of been such a reason why he had met you of all people. although initially he constantly tried pushing you away seeing as he feared his association with the mafia would only trouble your normal life.

but it would matter very little to you if you knew. but you didn't know, so either way you wouldn't have a care in the world. you helped him forget about whatever problems he faced in the day and the problems and consequences he would face in days to come. and for that he was grateful.

sometimes he feels as if he would've never made it as far as he had if it weren't for you. from his young teenage years to the end of them, you stuck by his side. and somewhere in between you two had made it official.

he never imagined himself in a relationship with anyone but with you it seemed to change. he could never see himself in a relationship with anyone but you. although the constant fear that nagged in the back of his head never went away. he knew anything he cares for would eventually be lost but that wouldn't stop him from trying his hardest to stop that for you.

you still had little idea of his position as the boss of the port mafia when he arrived in it. he spun you a simple lie, the only lie he felt bad for telling but he wanted to never inform you fearing it could drive you away. instead when he was with you he abandoned that role. he became osamu dazai, not the boss of the port mafia, not the demon prodigy but himself.

his walls crumbed slowly but steadily around you, from the mini dates you two would go on to the nights he would spend with you and not all of his own. every little thing you did made his heart skip a beat and you made him feel human. but he knew life was cruel. so why was he so distraught?

so distraught at the sight of your destroyed residence? so distraught his voice felt hoarse and foreign as he called out your name? distraught at the sight of your lifeless husk? he never knew why but maybe it's because he refuses to know why.

revenge was swiftly taken and he thought that would lay his thoughts to rest. he buried himself in the idea of the book and trying to be happy with atleast one person in his life. be happy knowing his best friend was alive even though his lover was not.

but burying himself into the knowledge of the other dazai made it worse. he seethed envy at knowing the fact that the original dazai was living the life he wanted. while oda may not be there and that brought him much sadness, atleast the original had you.

he had you and you had him. the happiness was evident and he now knew that's something he was never going to achieve in this lifetime. that happiness he longed for, forever out of his reach. and ever since then even chuuya would note that he radiated anger and envy. although chuuya never commented.

what would it truly take for him to live a life where he had his friendship with oda and where he had his relationship with you? and now he didn't even have oda in this universe.

the conversation he had previously with oda had left a bitter yet sorrowful taste in his mouth. he had lost the very last thing he fought to keep in his life. why did things never go his way? it was a detour but now he was heading to his initial destination. that was the last time he spoke to a friend, and this was the last time he would visit a loved one.

the path was slighty overgrown but kept down by his footfall day and night. the tree shaded your grave as he brushed off any dusk collecting. he placed his usual gifts as he sat against it, he did always like talking to you. it helped him make up his mind and he had already made his mind up about many things.

the fireworks echoed in the distance as he shifted his gaze toward them. he still vividly remembers the first show you dragged him too. it was at a festival and while he cared little for it, the pure look on your face made him love it. he smiled to himself as he gazed at the colours in the sky. and uncaring anymore he let the tears that threatened to fall. fall for the first time in ages and the last time.

memories continued to swirl in his head, afterall he would never let himself forget. he had made his mind up. you never returned to him since that day, the only memory of you he ever tried to block out. and soon he too would never return.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd x reader angst #bsd x female reader #bsd x y/n #bungo stray dogs x female reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd beast #bsd dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai x fem reader #beast dazai #beast dazai x reader

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starlightshadowsworld · 19 days

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Bsd Beast Headcannon that there's an unspoken rule in the Port Mafia. And that is, if you see the White Reaper running towards a fight.

If you want to survive, run the other way. Because you will not survive if you get in his way. When the weretiger is on a rampage, it doesn't matter if you're friend or foe.

Though there's some exceptions to this. There's the Port Mafia Boss Osamu Dazai and his second in command, Chuuya Nakahara.

As well as the Port Mafia's Demon Blade, Kyouka Izumi.

He will never attack them, no matter how great his bloodlust and rage.

Everyone else? They all look the same to the claws of death.

#bsd beast #beast atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bungou stray dogs beast

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dqzaiie · 7 months

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with the existence of beast, imagine all of the other universes we aren’t aware of. an idea i’m particularly fond of is if dazai joined the DOA.

imagine this: mori holds dazai back just a minute or so longer, and ranpo doesn’t stick around to make small talk with oda—both leading to dazai arriving as oda is already on the floor, unable to speak. instead of imparting advice on his young friend, oda tears off dazai’s bandages as he exhales his final breath.

there is no moment of realization for dazai. no clarity, no purpose. he feels empty, he feels betrayed, he feels angry. angry enough that, without oda’s guidance, and feeling as though he has no one else he can turn to, he seeks the advice of the only other person to understand him—fyodor.

fyodor, just beginning the initial stages of his plan at this point, is all too pleased to use this opportunity to invite dazai to join him. two demons with a similar goal in mind: to rid the world of abilities.

hear me out. oda was killed because he was a gifted. his ability was the only one to match gide’s, and mori desperately needed the gifted business permit. dazai surely recognized this, and i’m sure he isn’t very fond of special abilities after the fact. especially because his own ability isn’t considered normal among other ability users. he’s been described as “anti-gifted”, and that’s what his ability is—the antithesis to the gifted. the exact power which fyodor seeks.

he could’ve taken advantage of dazai’s vulnerable state. grief-stricken and bitter, dazai very well may have accepted. a new purpose, a way to avenge odasaku. this would the reason to live that he had been searching for. he didn’t care for right and wrong, good and evil; they were both the same in his mind. in his final moments, oda changed this for him. oda and dazai share parallels as well, which is why dazai did exactly as he asked of him—because he trusted oda’s judgement without question.

i think it would be really interesting to see dazai making use of his ability in this way. maybe i’m the only one…idk haha

#osamu dazai #dazai osamu #oda sakunosuke #fyodor dostoevsky #odasaku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #fyozai #decay of angels bsd #dark era bsd #DOA!dazai

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dutu2u · 1 year

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