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fluffyartbl0g · 1 year

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Redraw of the panels that SHATTERED MY HEART o(；△；)o!!! OG panels + Opinions on the Luffy separation arc under read more

Okay let me just go on a tangent about my feelings about the post-series Luffy separation arc, cause I think it gets way too much hate when it’s such a heartbreaking and well executed deviation from oda’s standard formula!!! I know that we all love monkey d. luffy and he’s LITERALLY the main character of the series, but it was also really nice to get more time to focus on the rest of the crew. But here’s the thing, even when Luffy wasn’t here, he was still here. And I’m not talking about the so called ‘blessings’ or whatever that kept SUSPICIOUSLY popping up around the crew when Luffy disappeared, I’m talking about the consequences that arised from him disappearing. We truly got to see how grand the effect luffy has had on the world around him, and how many lives he was able to touch ; - ; So even though luffy physically wasn’t present (I mean KIND OF but you know what I mean), this was still VERY MUCH a luffy arc imo.

Oh man but I think Oda wrote luffy’s disappearance so well,,, I was sobbing for like 80 percent of this arc. Like just gradually seeing the crew’s deterioration as time passes by,,, but everyone has such unwavering faith in their captain, he HAS to come back cause Luffy always comes back. But here’s the thing, Luffy didn’t know what was happening to him when he started disappearing. But what he DID know is that he wasn’t sure if he was gonna be able to come back or not. And Luffy hates breaking promises- he’d never make a promise if he didn’t plan to keep it, and he’s not an idiot either, so when he just felt himself disappearing and saw zoro nearby... Instead of saying something like “I’ll be back!” and potentially making his crewmates wait for him forever, he tells zoro to “take care of the crew”... SOBBING AND CRYING T - T. So YES. the crew has unwavering faith in their captain. But. Luffy didnt say that he’d be coming back or anything. So what are they supposed to do really.

And it’s really hard to read at some parts, like it never loses the goofy tone that has been there throughout all of one piece and it’s really sweet to see everyone rely on each other to keep one another afloat, but the slight tension that keeps building up over the months while they keep looking for clues and answers... And how each lead keeps becoming a dead end... When it builds up and Usopp finally voices the thing that’s on everyone’s mind.

Oh man. I started crying so hard. It took 6 month for any one of them to say something. Like this is One piece. Of course Luffy is gonna come back eventually, it would be waay too dark otherwise... But Idk man, even I started to doubt that :((( But luckily. THIS IS ONE PIECE. So right after everyone started,,, well not exactly losing hope or anything (maybe a bit)? but going BATSHIT INSANE FROM THE REALITY THAT THEIR CAPTAIN MIGHT BE GONE FOR GOOD, they finally got a solid actual clue of what might’ve happened to luffy!!! And I’m SO GLADDDD!!!!

Omg and when they tracked down the pray-pray no mi user and finally got some answers out of him. OMG WAIT A MOMENT I REALLY LIKED IS WHEN PRIEST GUY IS LIKE “urerheg without luffy up there as a god the entire world may very well be destroyed cause the sun has been super unstable for centuries blah blah” and then Nami freaking PUMMELED THE GUY AND SHOVED HIM DOWN WITH HER STAFF AND

SOBBING CRYING SOBBING. THEY WOULD POTENTIALLY BLOW UP THE ENTIRE WORLD IF IT MEANT THAT THEIR CAPTAIN WOULDNT HAVE TO BE LONELY ; - ; KILL ME.

URGH I was really hoping that Luffy would return right once they beat him up cause I really really missed my boy, but honestly I think the final method of getting Luffy to return was super clever and absolutely worth the extra 3 weeks of waiting!!! I know that it was foreshadowed across the whole West Blue Saga and everything but I honestly had no clue it would end like that, DONT MAKE FUN OF ME :(((

When the crew finally got their captain back after 8 months of waiting... I mean they’ve been separated before for even longer periods of time, but they always knew that they’d be back together. This time they didn’t know. BUT AREHAHRGE ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING WAS SO WORTHIT WHEN THEY ALL FINALLY REUNITED T - T!!!!!! UWAHHWHAHWUAAGGHA!!! AND SEEING ALL THEIR ALLIES AND FRIENDS THEYVE MADE JUST CHEER AND CRY WHEN THEY HEAR THE NEWS!!!! I WOULD CHUCK ALL THE PANELS HERE IF I COULD BUT ID JUS T REACH THE IMAGE LIMIT BECAUSE ALL OF THEM MADE ME CRY ; - ;!!! Literally just read those 5 chapters in the arc finale cause,,,, man so good T - T

Anyways TLDR: The post-series luffy seperation arc is NOT BAD and you guys are JUST COWARDS AND LIARS!!!!

#tw unreality #post-series #one piece #op fanart #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #zolu #nami #usopp #straw hat pirates #gear 5 luffy #op spoilers #one piece spoilers #wano spoilers #please dni if ur a post-series one piece hater >:(#this is a post-series POSITIVE post only!!! Feel free to gush about other post-series arcs that you like on this post :D!!!#(for that person i scared: i put tw unreality higher just 4 u :3)

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zorosleftmantit101 · 1 year

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One piece reactions to seeing a spider inside!

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Buggy, Law, Ace, Shanks, Kid, Killer, Benn.

A/N: incase you guys are in anyway similar to the ppl on tiktok THIS IS SATIRE do not tell me to kms because you think im wrong because I am always right in-fact I am oda.

C/W: if you don't like spiders or if u get sad about bugs being smooshed

Luffy: picks it up so confidently puts it in his pocket it bites his ass and he sits on it, this all happened consecutively within five minutes and he's so sad he makes a grave for him.

R.I.P

Redgy

12:30 - 12:35

Zoro: Didn't see it steps on it goes on with his day.

Sanji: karate kicks it.

Buggy: feeds it to his pet lizard yes Buggy has a pet lizard.

Law: He doesn't care like at all, he's kinda like, how the fuck did you get in here.

Ace: screams at the top of his lungs is standing on the table kicking his feet hysterically crying and throwing up.

Shanks: the exact same as Ace except his scream is super high pitch like glass shatteringly high pitched.

Kid: blows it up

Killer: blows kid up for putting a whole in the floor

Benn: shoots it for shanks while he's still screaming.

#zorosleftmantit #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece funny #one piece headcanons #headcanon #one piece x you #monkey d luffy #god usopp #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #buggy x reader #law x reader #ace x reader #shanks x reader #kid x reader #killer x reader #benn beckman

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zombie-eats-world · 9 months

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All Crocodad Evidence I Could Find

Hello friends, I wanted to put together an ultimate post with links and pictures showing all the evidence for the Crocodad/Dadodile theory. This post is not here to make you think about the theory, (if you're looking for that you can read my other post about the theory here), this post is going to be a record for anyone trying to find a condensed list of the evidence that exists. Big or small, I'm listing all of it. If I miss anything please add it! Thank you!

Alabasta Existence

Miss father's day.

Crocodile and Luffy's similarly goofy reaction to seeing the underground passage to the Alabasta Poneglyph.

Episode 123, episode time 13:16 Crocodile spots the entrance and laughs, "ha, now I see secret stairs." Also in episode 123, episode time 20:47 Luffy looks around and spots the secret stairs. "That hole... it looks gator-ish."

Crocodiles strange relationships with children. From hiring a sixteen-year-old Miss Goldenweek, leaving her out of the Mr. 3 assassination order, and her history of actually sinking Crocodile's ships before getting hired, all the way too how Crocodile lectured Luffy in their fight. It just had the cadence of a parent.

Marineford Evidence

Crocodile's missing reaction to the reveal that Dragon is Luffy's father.

Crocodile stops his single-minded pursuit to kill Whitebeard in order to step in and help Luffy by saving ace. (I feel like it needs to be stated again and again that Crocodile actually laughed at the idea of Ace dying before in Impel down)

Crocodile orders Daz Bones to protect Luffy.

Crocodile steps in to fight Mihawk in order to protect Luffy.

Crocodile risks his life to stop Akainu's finishing blow.

Whisks Luffy and Jimbe to safety while standing in solidarity with the Whitebeard Pirates (his stated hated rivals).

The missing explanation for everything above that happened in Marineford. No, Crocodile just wanting to keep Sengoku from victory or being inspired by Luffy doesn't count.

Misc. Evidence

How funny it is, Oda would do it just because it is hilarious.

The wordplay! (Crocodile being closely linked to a Bananawani-> Monkeys like Banana's-> Monkey D. Dragon is a reptilian Monkey attracted to Banana reptile.) Fight me

How similar Crocodile and Luffy look.

How much of a troll Oda is about it.

The sheer symbolism

-Crocodile's smiles are the most well known descriptor of a mean/intimidating/menacing smile and gators are said to have the biggest smile in the animal kingdom. It would be kismet that a Crocodile gave birth to Joyboy. -Since Oda has stated a mother in One Piece would stop the adventure, it would fit that the first major villain in the Grandline to try and stop Luffy's adventure ended up being the man who gave birth to Luffy.

That is all The direct Dadodile/Crocodad evidence I can think of off the top of my head! Add more If you think of any, id like this to be a complete list of the known evidence!

#one piece #sir crocodile #anime #dadodile #one piece fandom #crocomom #crocodad #nothing explains crocodiles sudden shift in motivations at marineford better than this #until the oda plops luffys mom in front of me i will believe this theory #i will die on this hill #one piece crocodile #one piece theories #one piece thoughts #one piece theory #one piece spoilers #gear 5th #gear 5 luffy #gear 5 spoilers

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rae-writes · 10 months

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nothing like you-

Dazai x little sibling!reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : angst, very minor implication of sexual trauma in the beginning, light description of injuries, major character death [reader]

synopsis : “The one thing I like about me is that I’m nothing like you and I never will be.”

a/n : the reader might be dead but I'm not! surprise!

“Samu, please!” Your eyes were wild as you gripped onto the sleeve of his coat tightly— something happened during your last visit to Mori’s office- the meeting that, for some reason, Mori refused to let him join in on- because you weren’t so adamant about this before. “Please, let’s leave. Let’s leave and never look back and start a new life- anywhere but here. I can’t. I don’t wanna do it anymore.”

Dazai felt his heart tugging in two different directions. On one hand, you were his little sibling; only by a year, sure, but he promised himself he’d do anything to protect you and stay with you always, and you did the same in return.

On the other hand, he’d finally met someone who gave him a different outlook on life- who made even the slightest shine appear back in his eyes. How could he just…leave after finding that?

“…you’re strong, n/n. You can do it- we’ll make it. You’ve got me and the slug.”

You stared at him in disbelief, unable to really grasp the fact that your big brother was just brushing you aside. He didn’t even ask what happened. Didn’t show any concern for you.

You couldn’t grasp the sight of your brother being so cold to you, so you grasped at straws instead. “We…we can take Chuuya with us! And..and Oda, and all the kids, and even Ango if he wants- we can all go together and start new lives, together!”

The idea sounded amazing. Just the thought of it made Dazai’s heart warm, but he knew…Mori would never allow that. Even if each of you managed to escape, the boss doesn’t forgive and forget easily. It was safer to just stay.

“Enough, Y/n. We’re staying. There’s no need to get everyone wrapped up in your selfish desires when we’re all already here.”

Any hope you had left of your big brother still being inside there- the one that made you laugh with dumb jokes, the one that held you when you cried, the one that never forgot your birthday and gave you hand drawn pictures because he couldn’t afford anything else, the one that promised to love you even after death- shattered.

Dazai expected you to scream at him. To curse at him, to start throwing punches and kicks, to start crying about how he was the worst brother in the entire world. He wouldn’t blame you. It was true- just look at him. He didn’t even blink as he brushed you aside.

You didn’t do any of that. You just stared at him, slowly blinking as tears cascaded down your cheeks. You’d gotten paler, as if the mere interaction was killing you. “I wanted to be like you so bad, Osamu…you protected me and took care of me even in the worst of situations and I wanted to be exactly like you so that I could return the care and love you’d given to me…”

His throat began closing up, fingers itching to reach out and grab you, apologize for turning out like this and take your hand to run away and be the big brother he used to be. He didn’t do any of that.

Osamu just stood there silently and let you break his heart like he broke yours.

“I’m glad I didn’t get that far.”

He watched you leave his office, mouth dry and unable to speak, hands too numb to try and reach out— he was 17 then and Dazai never saw you again after that.

Not until he was 20 years old, three years after finally leaving the mafia (it took a year after you left and Oda dying for him to finally break free) and one year of being in the Armed Detective Agency.

It was a sunny spring day. There was a cool breeze blowing cherry blossoms around, butterflies were around every corner, flocking the blooming flowers. He remembers wondering if you were even still in Yokohama- if you were seeing what he saw whenever he walked outside. He hoped so; you'd always liked the spring.

Beautiful day as it was, he and the rest of the Ada were holed up in their meeting room, discussing recent incidents around the city and watching the news for any potential jobs. Everything was pretty bland until…

“Hey, turn the volume up!”

“Just this morning, a 19 year old was discovered dead in an abandoned shipyard port. Authorities say they were found with their throat slit and shirt ripped open with the words ‘you should have stayed’ written in blood. Due to their face being bruised and cut beyond recognition, we don’t yet have a positive ID, however this picture was found on the scene a few feet away from the body.”

Dazai already felt an uneasy sense of dread crawling up his throat before they showed the picture.

And then it flashed on screen, showing you and Osamu- no more than 13-14 years old- with your cheeks pressed together and peace signs thrown up; you were smiling widely while he had his tongue sticking out. Blood was splattered across the photo, directly over your face; it was much too neat to be an accident.

The walls felt like they were closing in.

You should have stayed.

Everyone turned to look at Dazai with expressions ranging from surprised, sympathetic, or horrified.

You should have stayed.

He didn’t see any of them, though, as he’d stumbled out of his chair and dropped down beside the trash can, dry heaving and retching and half sobbing.

You

Should

Have

Stayed

Various pairs of hands were grabbing at him, pulling him off the floor and stabilizing his body so his legs didn’t give out. They were all talking- he could see their mouths moving and hear the muffled sounds of their voices, but he wasn’t listening.

For a few moments, Osamu Dazai was concerningly quiet.

And then he screamed, loud and shrill and broken and horrified.

It had been three years since he let you walk out of his life. Two years since he begged President Fukuzawa to help search for you. One year since becoming a better man than he was before.

…It had been four years since he told you that your big brother loved you more than anything.

He’d never get the chance to tell you again.

#bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #bsd angst

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initforthelolzz · 1 year

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No one does queer representation quite like One Piece.

Allow me to explain in great detail.

I’m going to talk about the queer rep in Impel Down, and you’d best buckle up cause it’s rant time.

Impel Down is one of my favorite arcs because I love the story line, it’s downright hilarious, and Luffy’s struggle to rescue Ace is incredibly compelling.

But there is another reason why I love Impel Down so much, and that’s the queer rep that utterly knocked me off my feet.

Now, I’ve come to accept that queer representation in anime (not touching on any other media in this rant) is generally nonexistent or extremely rare… if you’re watching anything other than a BL.

On the rare occasion that we do find some LGBT rep it is usually extremely subtle, and shown exclusively in convoluted subtext and minuscule details that are easily overlooked. While this representation is so incredibly meaningful to everyone who’s able to pick it out, the subtly makes it all the more easy for homophobes to argue that it was never in the first place.

Keeping all this in mind, I finally picked up One Piece several months ago after refusing to watch it for a long-assed time (It was too long and I thought the art style was weird. Dear god have I eaten my words.) I’d heard on social media that One Piece was big on trans representation, but I wasn’t prepared at ALL for what I’d find in that department.

I had NOT expected to find One Piece’s treasure trove of LGBT characters in Impel Down of all pleases, and the shock factor made it so much better.

The arc had already been chaotic as fucking hell by the time Luffy reunited with Bon Clay, and their reunion made me tear up. Like dude!

I hadn’t been particularly attached to Bon Clay before but THIS ^ was it. This scene right here, he wormed his way into my heart istfg.

Can we appreciate this scene please?! The sparkles in the background?? The leg lifting?! The REUNION HUG?!?! I love this so dearly not just because it’s fucking ADORABLE but because of what it *says.*

Bon Clay is an outwardly queer character, and Luffy absolutely adores him. Those two are best friends and we treat queer people with respect and they are good people. We can be friends with them and allies with them and they aren’t something to shy away from just because they’re different.

Be fucking for real. The representation is so positive, and it never ceases to blow me away.

If you thought that this representation was enough YOU WERE WRONG because this BARELY SCRATCHED THE SURFACE.

Iva. Emperio Ivankov. The Queen of the Queers. He is a gender fluid ICON and a literal drag queen. His special attack is a wink that blows shit up. His Devil Fruit ability is quite literally hormone therapy.

Do I need to say more?

THATS RIGHT, I FUCKING DONT

Now, this is One Piece we’re talking about, so naturally characters are going to be wildly exaggerated but ARE YOU KIDDING

IVA’S ABILITY IS HORMONE THERAPY. HE CHANGES PEOPLE’S GENDER AS AN ATTACK. HIS POWER WORKS THROUGH SYRINGE NEEDLES THAT POP OUT FROM UNDER HIS ACRYLIC NAILS.

I love Iva so fucking much words cannot describe 😭

Oda didn’t just say “look, I made a queer character” he really said “fuck it, nuclear option it is.” It is literally impossible to ignore the fact that Iva is LGBT, and One Piece’s queer rep is SO IN YOUR FACE, especially in Impel Down. It’s impossible to ignore, which is the stark opposite from the usual business with “implied” queer characters in anime.

Implied? HAH.

There is a kingdom of gay people living INSIDE THE WALLS of the biggest prison in the world. They are led by a gender fluid drag queen and run a strip club bar in the middle of a fucking prison, where they drag new gays through the cracks in the walls to join them.

Dude.

I love One Piece so much.

All joking aside, the introduction of Iva and his kingdom of gays drove me to tears. Like deadass. The representation literally drove me to tears, I was sobbing.

Why? Because it was so positive.

Do you know how meaningful that is?

It made me fucking cry, man.

Iva’s speech introducing his gay kingdom, like goddamn. I can’t even remember exactly what he said because I was crying the whole time.

“We’re here and we’re queer.” That’s a quote from fucking One Piece, dude. I can’t, I can’t.

It wasn’t just the introduction of Iva’s kingdom or the LITERAL LESBIAN COUPLE SITTING AT THE BAR, it was the way the sense of community was presented.

We’re called the LGBTQ Community and I don’t know if Oda’s a member or not but HOT damn if he doesn’t know what it means to be a part of it.

I’m talking about the Luffy situation. He fought the Warden and got his ass handed to him. He was poisoned to all hell and about to die at 17 but Bon picked him up and carried him to Iva’s Kingdom. He’s wanted to meet Iva his whole life but by the time he did he was more worried about Luffy’s condition than anything else.

And then we find out that Luffy had insisted that Bon get medical treatment before he did. What a guy. When Iva got Luffy, he said that it was a lost cause to try and overcome the poison. But he was willing to give it a try anyway.

Let’s discuss.

Iva injected Luffy with hormones to help him beat the poison. Luffy underwent hormone therapy. (I will cling to this tidbit of information forever, YOU CANT TAKE IT FROM ME.) When Bon woke up, he demanded to see Luffy.

Iva warned him about what he would find, but brought Bon to Luffy at his request. When Bon found Luffy, he found his friend chained up and screaming in excruciating pain. We didn’t see Luffy in full at all during this time, but when Bon looked through the door he was horrified.

He got defensive. He started yelling at Iva, saying that the person inside that room was not the Luffy he knew.

Iva was firm, and told Bon that Luffy was going through a tough challenge, and he would be different afterwards, but he was still the same Luffy.

Do you see it? Can you read between the lines? This exchange made me sob all over again. Why? I urge you to think about it, to see the underlying message here.

Bon broke down into tears, realizing that Luffy was fighting for his life. He apologized and took back his harsh words.

Then he spent hours outside Luffy’s cell, screaming till his throat was raw and cheering him on. He couldn’t do anything to help Luffy, Luffy was fighting this battle on his own. But he could be there for him.

I ask you again, do you see it?

As the hours passed, others in Iva’s kingdom trickled out to see what Bon was doing. They told him to stop screaming, that it was useless. They mocked him, told him he was being a fool.

Then Iva stood up for him, and told them to see Bon for what he was doing. He couldn’t help Luffy, but he could cheer him on. He could be there for him.

Within moments, the entire kingdom was outside Luffy’s cell. Cheering him on. Encouraging him. Supporting him. They didn’t know who he was but they saw him fighting and immediately backed him up.

It isn’t just representation, merely the presence of a queer character or even an entire kingdom of gays that makes it meaningful. It’s how those characters are shown, how they behave.

Oda could have thrown in a queer character here and there and left it at that, but he went out of his way to show the incredible support system that this community provided. They jumped to Luffy’s aid. They were so supportive and cheered him on until he beat the poison. They fought alongside him… and you know what else?

When Luffy woke up, he accepted them in a heartbeat. He didn’t question anything, just saw a bunch of people and thought “huh. New friends!”

Oda’s representation is exaggerated as much as it is painstakingly accurate in nature and positive to a tee. Obviously it isn’t perfect. Iva and the squad were still mocked, called “freaks” and “weirdos.”

But it’s about Luffy. How Luffy behaves. How Luffy reacts. Even in the face of how the rest of society views Iva and his kingdom, Luffy sees them as friends and allies and doesn’t give a singular shit if they’re gay or not.

Luffy accepts everyone, and he doesn’t draw the line at queer people. The aroace king himself. You heard it here, Luffy is the ultimate ally.

Of course I’m not even scraping the surface on this topic and Oda’s representation is in no way perfect, but Impel Down remains the greatest example of queer rep that I’ve seen this far.

You gotta give credit where credit is due ✨

#one piece #✨✨✨#rant post #one piece analysis #opinions #hot take #luffy #bon clay #iva #emporio ivankov #monkey d luffy #lgbt representation #ayyyyy #the gays #luffy the ultimate ally

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spookyquill · 6 months

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The Thorns In My Throat Are For You

Description: a Hanahaki Disease AU, Reader is in love with Dazai and has been for a long while. They were in the port mafia but they left with Dazai

Word Count: 2263

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TW: Character Death, blood, mentions of sickness, coughing up stomach contents, head over the toilet

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“Odasaku!”

Everything was at a standstill. Oda’s body fell to the floor just as Dazai reached him. It took another minute for your body to react, sprinting to Oda and occupying his other side.

Dazai gasps at the blood on his hands. “I can’t believe you. You’re such an idiot.” He says, tears welling up as he speaks, but they remain brimming along his eyelids.

You’re quick to apply pressure to the wound on Oda. A gasp threatens to escape your mouth as you feel the deep wound and the blow flowing effortlessly past your efforts. Regardless, you keep your hand planted there. “Why would you go off on your own like this? Why didn’t you wait for backup?”

Oda grunts, raising one hand to rest atop yours, and another hand to Dazai’s, who rests his hand on Oda’s cheeks. “There’s something I need to tell you both.”

“Not like this!” Dazai yells out.

“Wait to tell us after we get you a medic.” You say with a softer tone, not having the heart to yell. You also know that what you said was a lie. Oda was slipping away, and there was nothing that anyone could do for him.

“Quit it both of you!” Oda looks at Dazai. “Remember how you told me that you committed yourself to violence and bloodshed in hopes of finding a reason to exist?” He then turns to you, not giving Dazai a chance to reply. You see the pain in his eyes. “And how about when you told me that you thought you found your purpose in life by serving the mafia, even though you hate their tactics?!”

“Who cares about that now?” Your lips wobble.

“Neither of you will find what you’re looking for.” You and Dazai let out soft gasps in shock. “You’re both smart enough to know that. It doesn’t matter what side you’re on. Nothing in this world will be able to fill the nothingness inside you. Try as you might, but that darkness will always be there.”

A few breaths is all that passes your lips for a moment.

“Odasaku.”

“Tell us what we should do.” Dazai’s voice gives away his grief.

Oda grabs a hold of both yours and Dazai’s in one grip. “Protect people. If both sides are the same, then become good people. Protect the vulnerable. Help some orphans along the way. I know that the concept of good and evil doesn't mean much to you, but at least it’ll make your worlds a little more beautiful.”

A sob breaks from your mouth, tears cascading down your face. You can't control them, and by the looks of it, Dazai’s about to break his composure too.

“You can’t know that.” He says, voice deep as he tries in vain to hold back his tears.

Oda scoffs. “Of course I can. Because I know my friends better than they do.” He looks at you. “I know what they hide from each other.”

You stare, wide eyed. He’s known. You don’t know how long but he knows your crush on Dazai, there’s no other explanation for that expression of his. You turn your gaze to Dazai, who continues to stare at Oda as he begins to take his final breath.

That night, when you left the mansion, you both agreed to follow Oda’s advice. You left with the memory of Oda, and his last words carving their way into your heads as a promise. You didn’t return to mafia headquarters. Avoided all territory that the mafia had laid claim to. Coats and accessories were left with Oda as a final goodbye to Mori.

Weeks went pass in a blur. The two of you stayed in an underground facility, designed to house though without a home. Truthfully you could afford a house, but you didn't want to leave any paper trail behind for Mori to pick up and hunt you down from. You picked up community chores for some change every now and then, to blend in with the community and to pave your way to fulfilling Oda’s wish.

One day, as you were coming back from completing a task, you began to cough. It was normal for people to cough, especially considering the air underground wasn’t the best, but what came out of the cough is what surprised you.

“What?” You stare at the petal in your hand. It’s small, a baby petal that didn't get to continue its growth. It came out of your mouth.

Questions flood your brain but you push them back, pocketing the petal out of sight.

When you enter your home, you see Dazai adorning a soft smile.

“Hey. You seem happy. What’s the reason?”

Dazai hums. “Oh, I had a chat with someone today. I asked him if there are any job offers out there that can have us help people. He suggested a detective agency in Yokohama. It sounds like a nice place. And to top it off, they have a skilled business permit, which means free use of our abilities!”

You let out a breath of relief. “That’s great!”

“Though there is a slight problem with that.”

You tense up again.

“We have to remain undercover for another 2 years in order to clear our records. But he said he’d put a good word in for us.”

“Oh. I mean, at least it's something to look forward to!” You try to lighten up the mood. Walking up to the kitchen table, you take out the money you earned for the day. “We can do it, it’s not like we’ve been doing it for a few months anyway. What's another couple years for a clean slate?”

Dazai smiles. Your heart flutters at the sight.

“That’s the spirit!” He walks to the door. “I’m going to take a stroll. Don’t stay up for me.” And with that, he's gone.

You take out the petal from your pocket, examining it further.

“Why now?”

~~~TimeSkip~~~

You’re sitting at your desk, typing when Dazai approaches you. “What do you say we have a celebratory dinner for our acceptance into the agency? Just you and me.”

Your heart stammers, but you mask it with a playful smirk. “Dazai, are you asking me out on a date?”

Dazai chuckles. “Of course not!” Ouch. “I just want to celebrate the start of a new chapter in our lives!”

With a nod, you stand and follow him out the door. He ends up taking you to a small restaurant. Nothing too fancy.

As you gaze at the menu, wondering what to eat, you can't help but to flick your eyes up at Dazai, taking in his mesmerising features being lit up perfectly by the dim lighting of the restaurant. Unsurprisingly, he notices.

“Is there something on my face?” He questions.

You look up at him properly, a confused expression plastered on your face for a brief moment before it's replaced by a smile. “No. I’m just taking in how much you’ve changed in the years. You look more happy, natural, like you belong here.” You put down the menu. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’re… shining.”

Dazai stares blankly in silence, processing your words. He then barks out a laugh. “What flirtatious words!”

You didn't even intend them to come out that way, now you’re fighting a blush from forming on your cheeks.

“I didn’t think I had changed that much.” He leans forward, elbows resting on the table and his face propped up by his hands. “Well I think you’ve changed as well. You’re not following any orders now, you aren’t a duckling who willingly follows its mother. You are paving your own path now, making your own choices.” His voice dips a bit lower. “You are becoming your own person, not the one people want you to be.”

Out of everything he could’ve possibly said, you weren’t expecting that.

“You really think I changed that drastically?” You ask.

Dazai nods. “Back then, you followed me like a lost puppy. If Chuuya hadn’t taken up the mantle, I would’ve started calling you my dog.” You scoff at that. “You obeyed without question, a simple pawn in everyone else's game. Honestly, I didn’t think you would survive long on your own with me. I thought you would’ve continued listening to me without question. But you didn’t. You took initiative. You picked up a sword and started fighting your own battles. You became independent in such a short amount of time I was beginning to think you had been kidnapped and replaced by a doppelganger. But being in the agency, I’ve come to realise that you’ve grown up. You stepped up to the role you needed to take without any guidance. And for that, I’m proud of you.”

Tears shined against your eyes, and you were certain that Dazai could see them, but you fought them from sliding down your cheeks. You were speechless, trying to form any word of a sentence in your mind, but nothing came to. Your mouth was opening and closing like a fish.

Thankfully you weren’t left in embarrassing silence for long as the waiter came by to take your order. The two of you ordered your food and drinks before going back to silence. Although it still felt a bit tense for you, it was comfortable.

Dazai soon struck up conversation, discussing the details of his exam and his opinions of the agency’s members, going on an annoying tangent on Kunikida.

When the food and drinks arrived, you dug in, enjoying the freshly prepared meal that wasn’t cheap nor was it expensive. It was a nice change from the food you endured the past couple of years. It was refreshing.

You were nearing the end of your meal before you started choking. You cough violently, covering your mouth quickly so as to not spit everywhere on the table. Dazai looked at you with concern. You wanted to assure him you were fine, but your stomach came to interrupt.

Abruptly, you stood up and bolted for the bathroom, hand firmly clasped over your mouth.

You slammed open the door, dashing into the nearest stall, barely being able to lock it before turning around and spilling the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You hover your head over the toilet for a few agonising minutes, gagging over the toilet with the occasional violent cough. Finally, you feel something in your throat give away and splutter into the bowl.

Having the time to breathe, you open your eyes, catching sight of the contents in the bowl. You’re accustomed to gross sights and things that make you question your sanity, but you weren't accustomed to the sight of the pristine petal laying gently on top of it all.

It looked to be a bloomed petal, snowy white scattered with droplets of blood. It was beautiful yet dangerous.

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

A frantic knock at the door sounds from the bathroom door before you hear it open.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?” A female server asks.

Without thinking twice, you flush the toilet. “I’m okay!” You stand up on shaky legs, using the sleeves of your shirt to wipe your mouth. You notice a swipe of blood appearing on the fabric and you quickly scrub at it, trying desperately to make it disappear.

“Are you sure? Your friend said you rushed off without warning. Are you feeling sick? I can call an ambulance-”

You open the door. “No need to be that dramatic. I’m fine, just a wave of nausea.”

The server looks at you with worry. “Has our food been cooked incorrectly? I am terribly sorry, I’ll inform the manager and give your meal for free-”

You rest your hand on the stressed servers’ shoulder, calming her. “No need to stress. I was feeling a bit nauseous before arriving, so I don’t believe it to be your food, I think I may have tried to force myself to eat too much.” It’s so natural to lie, yet it feels wrong to do so. But you don’t want anyone to worry about you.

The server nods timidly. “Well your friend is waiting outside the bathroom for you. He seems quite concerned for your health.”

“Thank you.” You bow slightly to her before taking your exit.

“(Y/n)! Are you okay?!” Dazai bombards you almost immediately, getting close to you yet also giving you some space.

You sigh, a hand on your stomach as you fight the feeling of post-nausea. “I’m fine. I think I just tried eating too much.”

“You sure it wasn’t the restaurant's food?”

You shake your head. “I’m sure it wasn’t their fault. I’m not blaming them, their food was delicious, I think it’s just been simmering up all day. I might head off for the night, try to sleep it off.”

A few moments of silence pass. You can practically hear the gears in Dazai’s head turning, trying to decipher whether you're telling the truth. After what felt like ages, he relinquishes.

“Okay then. Let’s get you home. I’ll tell Fukuzawa tomorrow morning that you aren’t feeling well. I’ll have him give you a couple sick days to recover.” He moves to your side, offering support and guiding you out of the restaurant where he calls a cab.

You can’t focus for the rest of the night, you don't even notice when Dazai tucks you into bed and leaves you alone in your dorm. All you can think about is the white petal decorated with twinkles of fresh blood.

“What’s happening to me?”

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sillyrabbit81 · 1 year

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Curious

Prompt: Possessive & Rough, Mutual Masturbation from @martha-oi (x) Thank you!

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 3.1k

Warnings: Smut, masturbation (m & f), fingering, thigh riding, pearl necklace... or pearl jewellery, I don't know, it is what it is, descriptions of body fluids, rough kissing and touching.

Authors Note: As always I need to thank my amazing mate and reader @nashibirne , your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated.

If this feels a bit rushed, thats because it is. I'm supposed to keep these around 500 words, but you know... Its Sy, I love him. I'm sorry, I hope its enjoyable anyway.

I'm sorry, but I barely had time to read over it, it was edited by me, on the fly there will be errors

Dividers by me.

Masterlist

Celebration Masterlist

The normally quiet Camp was full of men shouting insults, off-key singing and dirty r’n’b lyrics. Part of you wanted to join them, but you thought it wouldn’t be appropriate. Not only because you were the only woman on base, it was also because you were a journalist, and you knew that despite having access to all areas of the base and free reign to follow the team on any and all operations, in the end, you weren’t one of them.

Still, you are curious, it is in your nature. So you sneak down the hall and peek into the raucous room. The sight that greets you makes you smile. The men are dancing like no one was watching, a bottle of something being passed between them, glow sticks stuck in helmets or held in their hands like microphones that two or three of them sang into.

You watch a few moments, taking note of the differences in the faces and body language. You had been embedded with them for a month, seen them laughing and joking, but this is the first moment that you truly saw no lines of worry on their faces and no tightness in their shoulders.

A small glimmer of jealousy ripples through you. It isn’t that you resented the guys having a good time and relieving some stress, it is more the fact that you had no such outlet. You are the outsider here, the ODA was a tight unit that you would never be a part of. However, you would be leaving in a few days, back to the comforts of home, while these men would still be here for months, you know you shouldn’t begrudge them these rare moments of levity.

Sighing, you back away, leaving the men to their fun. You barely take three steps and you walk into what feels like a brick wall.

Two large and strong hands gripped your shoulders and stopped you from falling on your face. They turn you around quickly and you’re face to face with the Captain.

He stares into your eyes, studying you and you can almost see the calculations and assumptions he’s making. His fingers dig into the flesh of your upper arms, his grip is firm but not tight, still you don’t think you would be able to pull away if he didn’t allow you to.

Without breaking eye contact, he nods in the direction of the room. “You joinin’ the party?”

You shake your head. “I was just leaving.”

He lets you go. “Good. My guys need to blow off some steam. Can’t do that when they’re worried ‘bout slipping up and sayin’ shit that’ll end up splashed all over the papers.”

You roll your eyes.

He lets out a grunt that is half amused and half annoyed. “You better get outta here ‘fore they notice you.”

“Have you forgotten that I don’t answer to you?”

“Have you forgotten that I don’t give a shit?”

You open your mouth to retort but he gives you a curt nod and turns, swaggering down the hallway like he was John Wayne or something. You watch him walk away and not for the first take a moment to enjoy the view. He may be a bit of a prick to you sometimes, but the sight of his tight ass and thick thighs straining his camo pants and broad shoulders stretching his t-shirt, sure make forgiving him a hell of a lot easier.

Abruptly, he pauses at the door to his room and looks over his shoulder at you. “You comin’ or what?”

Heat floods your cheeks as you see him smirk at catching you staring at him. It’s also not the first time you’ve been caught checking him out. To be fair though, you’re fairly certain you’ve seen his eyes linger a little too long on your breasts before. You never called him out on it though, in fact, you kind of liked it.

You lift your chin and clear your throat before asking, “Where we going?”

His smirk grows. “To blow off some steam of our own.” He doesn’t wait for a reply before he goes into his room.

“Cocky bastard,” you mutter. You follow him, your curiosity getting the better of you once again.

He’s standing next to his bed, a similar bottle to the one the men had in one hand and two glass tumblers in the other.

“Close the door,” he says, that smug grin still on his face. He places both glasses on his desk and starts to pour.

You warily close the door and your skin prickles and a restlessness starts to build in your joints. You look around the room, trying to appear calm so Sy doesn’t notice your agitation.

“Is this how you normally blow off steam?” you ask. “Drinking alone?”

“Honest answer?” he asks, handing you a glass.

You raise your eyebrow at the amount he poured. Jesus that much would knock you on the floor. He sits on his bed, backing himself into a corner so his back leans against the wall and takes a sip of his drink.

“Off the record?”

You roll your eyes and follow him to his bed, mirroring his position on the opposite end and raise the glass to your lips.

“I usually drink with the guys for a bit then come in here and jerk off,” he says so deadpan that you gasp, causing you to inhale a not too insignificant amount of liquor.

You cough hard, tears coming to your eyes as you try and catch your breath. Sy’s large hand thumps you between your shoulder blades, then starts to rub your back.

“Shit, for a minute there I thought you were being serious,” you rasp out when it doesn’t feel like every breath burns your trachea.

“What makes you think I’m not?” he asks just as seriously as before and just as deadpan.

He’s close enough that you can feel his warm breath on your cheek. The hand that was on your back is now on your shoulder, the tips of his fingers caressing the back of your neck.

You turn to look at him to gauge his seriousness. His blue eyes sparkle with their usual amount of mischief, but instead of the accompanying grin, the tip of his tongue peeks out from between his lips. It disappears into his mouth followed swiftly by his lower lip which he sucks on briefly then he drags his teeth over it before it returns to its rightful position.

You turn away quickly, your breath comes in hard. God, what would that look like? It’s not like you hadn’t been curious. You’d never seen a man do that before, not in real life anyway.

Equally as hard as your breath is the hand that wraps itself around the nape of your neck, the fingers working deep into the muscles.

“I have to go,” you say.

You stand quickly. Too quickly. The ground spins around you as waver and you throw an arm out to steady yourself with Sy’s shoulder.

He stands with you, his hands firmly on your waist as he draws you close.

“You don’t have to go anywhere,” he says roughly. He lifts your chin making you look into his eyes that burned with a fire that rivalled the one growing between your legs. “Stay here. With me. No one’ll notice, not tonight.”

He was so close, his warm breath tickles your lips and smells like mint and alcohol. You inhale deeply through your nose and smell soap, barely a trace of the usual hint of sweat. You study his features, something is different, there’s none of the usual traces of dirt or sand. You look down at his shirt, it’s clean.

Holy shit.

“You planned this?” you say. It’s part question, part accusation.

For the first time this evening he hesitates, his eyes dart away and licks at his lips.

“So what if I did?” he says eventually, bringing his gaze back to yours.

“I’d say you were one sneaky and presumptive bastard.”

“Sugar, you say the sweetest things,” he chuckles.

Scowling, you try to look away but he holds your jaw firm and walks you backwards until you hit the wall.

“Don’t fuck with me li’l girl,” Sy says in a voice as rough and jagged as gravel. “I’ve seen you watchin’ me, eye-fucking me, pressing my fucking buttons. You knew what was gonna happen when you walked in that door tonight, don’t pretend otherwise.”

“Maybe I just like riling you up,” you say, pushing your hips into his. “Maybe I like knowing that when you blow off steam, you’re thinking of me.”

“Now who’s bein’ presumptive?” Sy grins.

“I’m not wrong though. Am I?” It’s a stab in the dark really, but as you slowly sway your hips, and brush against the front of his pants Sy clenches his jaw.

“Not one bit,” he admits through his gritted teeth.

“Show me then,” you say.

Sy’s brows draw together and he leans his head back. “Show you what?”

You reach between Sy’s legs, palming him gently until you find him. You cage his cock with your fingers and press against his semi-rigid length with the heel of your hand.

“Show me how you blow off steam, Sy.”

“You fucking with me?” he asks, cocking his head.

You shake your head. “Not one bit.”

“You wanna watch me jerk off?”

“Uh huh. You’ve made me curious.” You press your hand against him again and you grin when you feel how much quickly he’s thickening in his pants. “Seems you like that idea too.”

He groans and leans into you, rubbing himself against your hand. Then your eyes widen as he reaches between your legs. Your breath leaves your lungs in a rush as his palm presses directly over your clit.

“I was thinkin’ more along the lines of us blowin’ off steam together,” he says, resting his forehead against yours, your noses touching, your lips a hair's breadth away from his.

“We can,” you say softly, your lips so close to his that your lower brushes the whiskers on his chin, “I’ll let you watch me, if I can watch you.”

Sy’s chest works hard as he thinks it over. He takes half a step back and runs his eyes over you, then closes the distance again.

“Okay,” he says, “but I want to see everythin’, no clothes on, no hiding.”

You slip out from between Sy and the wall. He says nothing, but he follows you as you back away until your legs hit the edge of his bed. Although your heart is working overtime and you can feel its pulse everywhere, its strongest between your legs. You want this, want to see the man in front of you on equal footing with you for once. No more of this power play between you, he’d be as vulnerable as you are.

Without overthinking it, you lift your shirt over your head and stare at Sy as you reach behind your back and unclasp your bra.

Sy curses and starts to toe off his boots while pulling his shirt off. It was a race to the finish, and it wasn’t long until you’re both standing naked in front of each other. Sy’s eyes are wild as he takes you all in and his hands work into fists at his sides. You take the time to look at him too from the vast expanse of his chest and the thickness of his shoulders and arm to the way his body tapers to his waist. Your cheeks burn as your gaze drop lower and see his cock, thick, smooth and so fucking hard.

Sy moves, taking your jaw in his hand he kisses you, his lips hard against yours. His arm works its way around your back, drawing your body close to his while his hand grabs a handful of your ass.

You turn, repositioning the both of you until Sy is back up to the edge of the bed and you keep leaning into him until he takes the hint and sits, pulling you down with him until you’re sitting astride one of his thighs. He takes you with him as he climbs onto the bed. Your tight and pebbled nipples graze his chest and your pussy drags over his thigh as he gets comfortable and rests his back against the wall. The feel of his hard muscle and sparsely haired skin against the hot and wet skin between your legs makes you moan.

His mouth is on yours again. His lips work against yours, nipping, licking and sucking, while his hand works its way down your neck to your breasts. He groans and digs his fingers into the soft flesh, his palm rubbing and massaging.

You push against his shoulder that is all bulky muscle, and pull away from his kiss. His eyes are wild and hungry as he moves to follow your lips.

“No,” you say, lifting your head away from his advances.

He growls and the arm around your waist tightens, his fingers are bruisingly deep into your hip.

“Show me,” you whisper.

Taking his hand off your chest, you place it around his cock. Then you lean back, resting your weight on outstretched arms behind you. You rock your hips slowly, dragging your throbbing and wet pussy over his thigh, grinding your clit against him..

“Oh Jesus,” he groans, “fuck that’s… Oh fuck.”

His eyes are feral as he looks over your stretched body like he can’t decide where to look. His hand starts to move while he rakes you, his fist stroking up and down the length of his cock. Part of you longed to touch it, to feel the skin that looked so soft while it slides over the hard, thick core beneath.

But watching him touch himself is enthralling. He is brutal with himself, his fist slapping hard against his body on the downstroke and his hand chokingly tight on the upstroke. His voice rumbles in his throat, sounding almost like a constant purr.

His free hand is on your ass again, helping you along as you rub yourself against his thigh. You’re so wet, your arousal glistens on his leg and you can hear the wet sounds of your pussy as you slide over him. Your thighs tighten around him as they start to shake, you’re not going to last much longer, the feel and sight of him is just too good after all this time.

“Come ‘ere,” he says hoarsely, wrapping an arm around you until your body is flush with his.

Your knee brushes against his sack and he lets go of his cock a moment to clasp your thigh drawing you close until your thigh is almost crushing him. His hand reaches for your nape and pulls your panting mouth down to his, and taking advantage of your parted lips he slips his tongue between them to stroke, massage and explore.

His thigh falls away and you whimper at the loss until you feel his palm cupping you. The roughened texture of his hand feels even better and your arms encircle his neck as you kiss him back and slide your tongue over his.

“Oh fuck,” you cry as one of his thick fingers slips inside you and immediately curls.

The pressure feels so good that you cover his hand with yours and push another of his fingers inside you before you tighten your legs until you trap his hand and roll your hips over it.

“That’s it, baby,” Sy encourages, “Use me. Make that tight li’l pussy come all over my hand.”

You shake, your whole body trembles and tightens as you breathe hard into Sy’s mouth. His pupils are so big, his eyes look as dark as the ocean at night as he stares up at you. His free hand moves to your chest, seeking out your nipple and rolls it between his fingers. You shiver at the feeling and your nerves are on fire as it moves through your body and slams into your clit.

“Harder,” you gasp.

Sy takes your tight little bud and pinches, before giving it a jerking twist. You bite down on his lip as your body shudders and your pussy starts to throbs sending pulses of heat ripping through your body.

“Fuck yeah,” Sy growls as he watches you cum, hardly feeling your teeth in his flesh.

He waits for your body to go lax before he moves and lays you on your back. He grabs his cock again and resumes his brutal beating as he holds himself over you, watching you bathe in the afterglow.

“Where do ya want it?” he asks in a voice that’s thick and guttural.

You shake your head. “Wherever you want,” you say, breathlessly. “My face. My tits. My cunt. Anywhere. Everywhere.”

Sy lets out a string of curses, his hand moving so quickly it’s nothing but a blur. You lift your knee until it presses against his balls again. His eyes go wide and raising himself to his knees he frees his hand to hold you to him.

“Fuck!” he bellows, his face going red as the first hot jet of his release splashes over your neck and chin.

He grins, and half chuckles as his body jerks with each stuttering release as he paints your body with white ribbons. He squeezes himself, forcing the last of his cum to leak out slowly over your pussy.

He stares at you, his face still split into such a wide smile, that it makes you giggle too. He chuckles freely as he reaches between your legs and using his thumb, spreads his cum over your pussy.

“Stop that,” you laugh as he brushes your still sensitive clit.

“Shit baby, look so fuckin’ pretty right now.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Uh huh. How about cleaning me up?”

He leans over and grabs a small hand towel from the footlocker of his bed and starting at your chin, he carefully wipes up.

When he’s done, he cups your cheek and kisses you. It’s nothing like the kisses he’d given you up until this point. It was soft, gentle, almost loving.

When he pulls away he looks at you expectantly, like you’re supposed to say something, but you’re at a loss as to what he wants. He doesn’t seem to mind though because he lowers his head and kisses you again.

You wait for him to break the kiss again and throw your legs over the edge of the bed.

“I should go,” you say.

Sy’s hand grips your shoulder and pulls you back down. “Stay. Sleep here.”

You start to protest but Sy is suddenly on top of you, silencing your objections with a deep, hard kiss.

“Stay,” he says and you stiffen at the command in his voice.

He must have felt your reaction because his next word is softer and more of a plea.

“Please.”

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moongothic · 7 months

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The worst part about trying to figure out what Crocodile's deal is that because he's so fucking irredeemably evil in Alabasta... Like... Yeah he's just irredeemably evil. Like I love him but he did cause countless casualties, a ton of pain and suffering and literally attempted to blow up a million people

Like no amount of theoretical "trying to do it to save his son from the Government" or "trying to stop the Government from hurting anyone else" or just "doing it for the greater good" is going to make him any less of a mass murderer

But also Robin absolutely 100% helped with all of that shit simply because she wanted to read the Poneglyph for herself.

No amount of her intending to betray Crocodile from the begining and sabotaging his plans erases the fact that Robin also caused countless people to starve to death and die in the civil war. Her sabotages only succeeded out of sheer luck, and only spared the lives of the people at the final battle. She has the blood of countless innocents on her hands. Because she wanted to read history.

But her crimes were swept under the rug because she has a sad backstory and her sabotages worked out just at the nick of time by sheer dumb luck

So Croc??? Just??? Is there a chance??? At all???

But also he did literally intend to sell Buggy into slavery

Like, fuck Buggy, but jesus

What's also killing me is that we like. Don't know what Luffy thinks of Crocodile right now. Which really is like. The thing that will decide how we, as the readers, are supposed to feel about Crocodile. Luffy is our POV

Like we don't know what Luffy's opinion of Crocodile is after he helped save Luffy (and spared Ace once) during the Summit War. Like Luffy clearly fucking hated the man in Impel Down and the two interactions they had during the War weren't like positive (in the sense that Luffy himself didn't think of the interactions as particularly positive. Defending Whitebeard from being attacked once and then being like "wait what HIM?!" when Crocodile defended Ace. To be fair, in the midst of the chaos, there wasn't much time to spend on Pondering On Such Things because Ace needed to be saved, and Oda goes out of his way to not show us what's going on inside Luffy's head, because it's all meant to be out in the open anyways. Regardless, these weren't like "yay it's Crocodile! :)" moments for Luffy is what I mean)

But also Luffy was very grateful of Law for saving his life and was willing to put his trust into Law for their alliance- of course, they weren't explicitly enemies to begin with, rivals at most, but still. Luffy respects those who help him.

But also Luffy grew during the timeskip. Like he's not that clueless anymore (like he finally understands Hancock is in love with him etc), and similarly Luffy gets that Buggy is an absolute loser now. But also Buggy did also help save Luffy's life (even if it was by accident), and while IDK if Luffy is aware of that, I don't think that helped improve Luffy's impression of Buggy

So like. The fuck does Luffy think of Crocodile, at this moment? Even with the Cross Guild reveal, he didn't even really comment on Croc and just focused his energy on being confused about Buggy being "the leader" of CG. IDK it feels almost intentional or something, that we don't know what Luffy thinks?? Especially since we did get Zoro's opinion on Mihawk in the situation?? Or am I delulu?? (Sidenote. I'd love to know what Robin would have to say about Crocodile helping save Luffy's life. What Jinbei might think of the final words Crocodile left him with before blasting them out of Akainu's reach. But mainly just Robin's thoughts)

Like IDK my best guess would be that Luffy still hates Crocodile just the same but is like grossed out by technically owing him one??? In the classic

-kinda way, you know? And that he'd be just kinda confused about it?

Because I can't fucking imagine Luffy being like "oh we're cool now" with Crocodile, let alone "Yay Crocodile :) He saved my life!". But also like. Luffy does kind of owe Croc one. Kind of. And Luffy is usually very respectful of that kind of thing. Aaaaaaaa???

(Also does. Does Luffy even know it was Crocodile who yeeted him and Jinbei out of Akainu's reach to begin with. 'Cause he was unconcious. Knocked the fuck out. Does. Does Luffy even know. Did anybody tell him???)

I just.

There's the reasonable part of me that knows Crocodile is an irredeemable evil dickbag and everything he has ever said and done up to the most recent chapters support that. He is too far gone.

And then there's the absolutely delulu part that loves a tragic villian who gets a heartwrenching redemption that's looking for any fucking sign that could indicate Crocodile could maybe be one

#Moon posting #OP Meta #OP Spoilers #Sir Crocodile #Crocodad #Haunted by thoughts of one (1) evil middle aged man #IDK I was rereading Punk Hazard today while on the train and just. God there's like no difference between Alabasta Croc and Ceasar #I mean there is but no there isn't. Dude was doing essentially the same shit just this time with much more child abuse #And we all agree that Ceasar is scum of the earth and irredeemable.#But also he was doing everything PURELY out of self-interest without ANY sad backstory to counter balance it #I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ANYMORE MAN I AM LOSING MY MARBLES #Kuma Flashback I Love You but I need to know what the fuck is happening with Crocodile so bad pleeeaaase #There's also like that note about Kuma saying he'd be wiling to make a deal with the devil just to protect his daughter #And If Crocodad Real. What a greater evolution of that but being wiling to BECOME the devil himself to protect your child #Also sorry about the Buggy slander but also not sorry. All that man is good for is being a punching bag for comedy as far as I'm concerned #He's very funny I'll give you that. And I'm looking forward to him and Shanks getting married

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pricel0ss · 6 months

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A thought,

Would it truly be far fetched? Would it be wishful thinking? Would I be reaching if I said; BEAST!Chuuya is in the Port Mafia only because the original Chuuya will eventually leave it?

This is too early for me to be rambling but I just thought about it. All of the characters in the BEAST!Universe went through some sort of change compared to the Original!Universe. All, except for Chuuya.

He has been a dormant character ever since the 16 light novel, actually. His ideals haven't gone through any major developments since the incident with Verlaine and I doubt Asagiri plans to keep it this way.

Also, whoever says he's loyal to the Port Mafia is missing the point. Because he's anything but that. He would leave if he could. Even Mori knows that, it's precisely why he keeps him close as a right hand man.

Just think about it:

Ever since he joined the Port Mafia after Dazai forced him to, he had shown clear signs of wanting to leave. Only seeking the fastest way to aquire the position of executive, getting his hands on the Arahabaki files and leaving. Even Mori knew that, seeing as he sent the flags to recruit him and keep their eyes on him in the hopes he'd want to stay on his own.

He never felt betrayed over Dazai leaving the Port Mafia. He never regards the matter with any sense of sadness or betrayal, even in his most honest state (drunk), he only shows frustration over Dazai ignoring his calls and blowing up his car before he left, only being bitter about how he himself couldn't leave (yet)

Chuuya isn't as dumb as the fandom paints him sometimes. He'd know better than anyone (yes, even Oda) just how much the mafia ruined Dazai, considering he was the only one to witness the differences Dazai went through after officially joining. (Aside from Mori)

He had shown clear sighs of wanting Murase to actually 'save' him and show him the light. With the way Murase's death parallels Oda's death, do you truly believe that Chuuya would be the one to do nothing whilst Dazai is the one actually affected after such an event?

That, or I'm thinking too much.

#bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #bsd theories #bsd theory #bsd dazai #bsd #bsd analysis #soukoku #bsd beast #beast chuuya #Excuse the weird way I use punctuation #I'm neither fluent nor a native #Take my rambling #This was initially a 9pm thought

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vinnoa-articles · 9 months

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Bantering Smoke

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Habit Substitute Drabble Series! This will be 6 out of the 8 drabbles I will be writing, because, why not? Some characters like certain things on a daily. But what if you were there?

Here are the links for the others.

[Luffy] [Zoro] [Usopp] [Sanji] [Law] [Smoker] [Crocodile]

Rating: +18 (Slight mention of getting laid, but its banter. No sexual content here)

Word count: 1,438

Type: Slight Smut (Not really but, it is a little more aggressive)

Characters: Smoker, reader (AFAB)

Trigger warnings/content: Drinking, swearing, talking about dates/hookups, smoking

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” as the smoke wafts up and swirls around his ash hair, there was nothing on his mind other than the clouded annoyance from his trusted cadet who is best friends with his captain under him, yet he wasn’t going to take any orders from anyone, especially someone of a lower rank than him. “I swear if you keep it up, I am going to get you transferred, cadet, and maybe even kicked off the fleet,” scowling as his scar twitched to express his distaste in the choice of words she kept saying. “You wanna repeat yourself sweetheart?”

“You should stop smoking so much! It keeps getting on my uniform and it's hard to get the smell out. I swear my uniform is a whole shade darker because of you!” Her finger jabbed into his chest, her hat rested on the crown of her head so lazily despite her aggressive and straight-forward attitude. “Every time I go to the bar, people say I reek of cigar smoke because of you,” her eyes narrowed as her face got close. The slight scent of alcohol tainted her lips, which hinted the reason for her anger for this outburst she had. They were on a break from chasing pirates for weeks on end, and nabbing some here and there and throwing them in jail. Maybe, she went to a bar and was trying to talk to the other cadets in the other branches, or maybe she was trying to get laid since she seemed to be the angelic cadet, but he found out pretty slowly she was quite the opposite. Based on what he heard from his captain, Tashigi, they were friends since they were kids. Tashigi is quiet, works hard, thinks through what she may do before acting, trying to be more reserved when she is working, but Y/N on the other hand….

“So what? You can have more than one uniform, maybe bitch to Tashigi about it if you can’t handle the smoke. Seems you want to act like a little princess instead of a soldier, yes?” Crossing his arms so there was a little nudge to push Y/N back a little. Of course, he was taller than her, much taller, and stronger for sure. There was a slight pout of her glossed lips, maybe it was makeup or maybe it was her licking her lips to moisten them so she could rebut him. That sharp tongue of hers was vile sometimes, even mocking pirates, that often got her into many horrid situations, but it always worked out somehow. She was like him sometimes, but small, aggressive, a ticking-time bomb that no one wants to be around when her fuse gets lit. Even so, she acted like one of the guys, even outpacing the men on the fleet in both combat and in drinking.

“Listen, maybe this is why you can’t get laid, despite being an admiral. It's because you smell like an old man,” she got up on her tip-toes, to even attempt to get closer to his face. However, it was futile to even get an even eye-level with her, it was almost cute, such a small plaything really, getting her riled up, pushing her buttons to pull out her full potential, competing with him even for bragging rights of the pirates they bring into the capital. “Don’t you know? Smoking isn’t even good for you.”

“Yeah? Well, a lot of people in your rank smoke shitty cigarettes, and that shit reeks more than your attitude,” clasping his cigar between his pointer and middle finger, blowing the smoke into her face. Her lashes twitching to almost back away from his subtle attack to her glowing skin. “Maybe you are hooking up with people who are rubbing off on you, clearly it shows,” feeling a smirk creep up on his face, he puts the cigar back between his teeth, smiling at her and lifting up his head to heighten himself above her. Her expression was priceless, her anger was boiling over, and it was too cute to back away. He had to see it through, but maybe in his mind, it would be funny to pretend to leave so she would stop him. Of course, he could feel her eyes glaring into his eyes. “Well, if we are done here,” turning around to leave, he felt a firm pull on his coat, making him stop in his tracks. Bingo.

“Oh, so I am the one that has a shitty personality?” Her voice stern, anger gushing out from each word that pops in his ears. “Not once have I gone against your orders, and I don’t like cigarettes because they smell nasty and it's cheap.”

“So you like how I smell then?”

“Every time I smell a freaking cigar, it fucking reminds me of your stupid mug, your impudent attitude towards us, your personality that just never changes despite how many years I have known you, and especially your nasty ass haircut!” The constant tugging of each complaint, each insult didn’t let him budge, but of course she was much weaker than him, despite how she could take down some pirates with high bounties on her own through sheer willpower. Some wounds, bruises, broken bones, cuts and splinters showed her efforts in battles, but for him, it was just using his abilities to make him emerge from the ashes with nothing to show other than the enemy being dragged by his gloved fist. “I hate how much so much fucking reminds me of you.” Her words were like venom, turning his head slightly as he could feel his sunglasses on top of his head slip a little grasping it to hold it between his right hand.

“Does the little princess hate thinking about me so much?” Further pushing her buttons to see her fuming, her face turning visibly red as she lunged out to grab him by the collar to attempt to pull him down to her face.

“You piss me the fuck off. Hate seeing your face everywhere Smoker!” Her claws nearly tear his uniform, as he gently grips her wrist off him, his sunglasses in his other hand still as he places it back on top of his head.

“So you think of me all the time?”

“Yes! I-” she chokes, coughing not on the smoke, but her sudden confession, her slip up, backing up her red cheeks turning peach pink, her ears dusted with embarrassment as her eyes are still locked onto him. He caught her, like a rabbit in the grasp of a bear, toying with it before he mocks his victory by getting close to her face.

“So do you think of me when you hook up with those guys too?-”

“Shut up! No! I haven’t hooked with anyone because everywhere I look, I see-”

“Me?” Leaning down further to look up at her, mocking her at this losing battle she was trying to come back. Her cute lips were curled, bitten to stop herself from speaking any further to embarrass herself. “Ah, I see,” she was frozen, she was caught. This poor, cute, cannon was now a little flint, trying to fight but only for her flames to get extinguished each time. “Well, maybe I need to make sure you remember me everytime,” he wanted to intimidate her with every inch of his presence, smoke and haki.

“There is no way you are going to make me more annoyed than before,” her words challenging him further. He took the chance, the second she took the chance to blink, he kissed her mouth, locking into a passionate kiss, taking every breath away as he moved the cigar to the corner of his lips so it wouldn’t get in the way. The taste of alcohol, smoke, and shock mixed as he could feel her almost falling backward with the force he forgot he had, pushing her back. His arm distinctly wrapped behind her waist, another behind her neck, deepening the kiss, but pulling back as he felt her tongue move to nearly touch his. Standing up tall, then taking a big drag from his cigar then moving it to the center of his lip, smirking a little before turning around to walk away, spitting out his cigar into the trash bin, glancing over his shoulder at the poor cadet who, by now, pulled her loose cap down to hide her face. “If you want me to stop smoking, then maybe you’ll have to remember how it feels when you talk back to me like that, little cadet.”

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bandaged-writer · 1 year

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𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙮

things they do with/for you after a rough day feat. dazai, kunikida, ranpo, odasaku + fyodor

genre. fluff, comfort

warnings. alcohol consumption, mentions of past suicide attempts (dazai duh), mentions of murder/death in a card game

note. i started reading the dark era novel and i snorted when dazai called ango a lucky dog

— dazai osamu

When you come back with distance in your eyes, Dazai takes you out to a bar that only he seems to know.

The lights hang low above the two of you, the scent of smoke in the air, but it doesn't bother either of you. Dazai is used to it and you're so caught up in the story about how he tried to commit suicide with a block of tofu.

"Let me guess. You ate it when you failed, didn't you?" You laughed.

Dazai nodded. "At least it was tasty. You should try it sometime."

Drinks are poured, flirting words are exchanged and giggles fill the small bubble around the two of you. Like two teenagers that are painfully in love, on-lookers would likely phrase the unfolding scene.

How could trivial troubles still bother you when your cheeks are warm with alcohol, lips occupied by Dazai's soft ones and his calloused hand on the nape of your neck? He kisses you slowly, affectionately, with a passion that only a man like he could ever do, like he is afraid of losing you.

"Dazai. I want to spend the night with you."

"Love.. We live together."

And maybe it is time to go home when liquor makes you forget about the home you share.

— kunikida doppo

Unbeknownst to you, Kunikida has an entire notebook filled with information about you and how to cheer you up, how to handle your feelings in healthy and ideal manners.

He makes you a cup of tea with exactly one and a half spoons of honey, letting it cool down to a pleasant temperature that wouldn't burn your tongue. Next up is a plate of lasagna. Under any other circumstances, Kunikida would berate you on how unhealthy it is to stuff your worries into such a dish, but he lets it slide.

On his shoulder, you rest your head and bask in the silence that is your home, your partner, your everything.

"Do you wish to talk about what happened?" He asks.

You know Kunikida carries the wisdom of an old sage upon his shoulders and his advice never misses the mark. If anything, his words hit a bit too close to home. That is how well he learned to read you, you suppose.

"I just wanna be right here for a moment." You mumble and snuggle into the strong arms of your lover who holds you as tight as you like it for as long as you like it.

Kunikida respects your decision and presses a lovely kiss to the top of your head. A silent promise that he is there for you in case you change your mind.

— ranpo edogawa

Ranpo is ready: various sweets on the couch table, two cans of soda and his ears wide open for the gossip you have brought home.

"No, he did not!" Gasps Ranpo.

"He totally did! Who would've thought he'd be stupid enough to hop into bed with the secretary?" You shake your head and crack open a can of soda while Ranpo chews on a couple of bonbons.

Perhaps, Ranpo doesn't realize that his willingness to listen to your rants helps to blow away the stress of your work, but you don't mind. He is an amazing gossip boyfriend and the only person who knows all about the work-lore.

When your head eventually lands on Ranpo's lap, he finds himself running his hands through your hair. Each strand gets tangled up between his limbs, but he's skilled enough to undo each and every worry in your pretty, little head.

"See! I told you they were stupid, but you refused to listen!" He pouts like he's seriously hurt by the way you skillfully ignored his prediction.

Playfully rolling your eyes, you press a sugary kiss to his lips and smile at the detective. "Better?"

"..Better. You're lucky I love you."

"Alright, then let's bet on how this drama continues."

— oda sakunosuke

In his car, Odasaku has one arm resting along your shoulders and a cigarette hanging from his lips. The smoke clings to his lungs like the frown does to your face; quite a sorry sight for such an important part of his life and yet, these things happen every once in a while.

"It's quite nice here," you muse.

An old house, surrounded by green hills and the occasional neighbor. The salty breeze passes through the open window of Oda's car, plays with your hair and almost sniffs out his cigarette. Perhaps, he should quit.

"It is." Odasaku is a man of few words and when he speaks, he is almost painfully straightforward, but that is what draws you to him: brutal honesty.

Mindlessly, you rest your head on Odasaku's shoulder. Your mind wanders from the troubles at work to the future. Hopefully, in the near future. "Wouldn't it be nice to live here with the kids?"

You could already see it. The orphans could play in the house's backyard all day and sleep in their own rooms and enjoy a proper roof above their head. Odasaku would have his own room, a single window facing the sea, where he could write his novel about life, death and the time in-between.

Odasaku could see it, too. You and the kids greeting him when he comes home from work, a peck on his lips and the kids shyly looking away at the display of affection.

The ghost of a smile lingers on his lips. "You think it'd be a good idea?"

"Of course. I could go to work and you could be my house husband," you tease.

Oh, so you think about spending your life with him as someone who no longer kills.

As your husband.

— fyodor dostoyevsky

A piece of classical music hums in the background and a thick blanket protects you from the cold temperatures that winter offers every year. Fyodor is right next to you, contemplating his next words carefully as his eyes linger on the card in front of him.

"I'm sorry to say, love, but you used to be sharper," he says with a faux disappointed sigh and turns the card around. "The client was bitten by a poisonous spider and died. But your guesses weren't too bad."

Your mouth falls agape. "No! I was so close, too! I really thought a snake strangled him.."

After a rough day, Fyodor thought it was..silly to play this little card game in which the death of a person is described and the other player has to guess why they died. It ranged from accidents to murder and to Fyodor's surprise, it is quite entertaining.

Not because the game scratches his brain just right (as you would phrase it), but because of the fun sparkling in your eyes.

"Admit it, you memorized every card way before we could play. There's no other way you could've guessed all these cases!" You wave a stack of cards in front of Fyodor's face in complete disbelief, yet you know how incredibly intelligent the man is.

Of course, this game isn't much of a challenge for him.

" Don't be upset. At least, you managed to solve five out of fifteen cases so far."

"..Are you teasing me right now?"

Fyodor chuckles. "Am I?"

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #kunikida doppo x reader #kunikida doppo #ranpo edogawa x reader #ranpo edogawa #odasaku x reader #oda sakunosuke #fyodor dostoevsky x reader

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shadyteacup · 1 year

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dazai saying that oda would be an absolute beast (hehe) if someone truly pissed him off is so hot actually like id probably piss him off intentionally because hes definitely gorgeous when hes mad

I spy with my little eye, someone who’s into hate sex👀

Coz bestie same😩

I mean… kajshshshshsushajaiNSJAUSUSHW JUST SKSJSUSNSN

Ok, *clears throat* here goes nothing:

Oda enters the apartment silently, trying his best to not wake you up. He had had a stressful day, but someone had magically appeared at the scene of a tiresome mission, and done half his work for him. Whoever it was, wore a large black coat, not very uncommon in the mafia, and a peculiar red mask. He swore he made eye contact with his mystery saviour when they were about to leave, and they gave him a wink.

While they did do him a favour without him even asking for one, he was still worried that they might’ve been hurt. After all, they took quite a few blows. But he had to admit, they did a good job at beating up the enemy.

Just as Oda was about to walk over to the bedroom, he noticed light from inside the bathroom. He scuffled over, assuming that you had forgotten to turn it off, when he heard shuffling inside.

He slowly turned the knob, to find you sitting against the wall, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you wrapped a bandage around your forearm.

Odasaku’s beautiful orbs widened in horror when he saw a peculiar red mask lying precariously on the edge of the sink.

“So that was you.”, he spoke, voice too low to sound even remotely friendly.

You jumped at the sudden interruption, face going pale and heart beating faster. You hadn’t realised how late it had gotten. You had wanted to clean up before he came home.

“I can explain!”, you said, hoping to ease his clenched shoulders. Whenever he got angry, his shoulders clenched, defining every single ridge and curve of his toned muscles.

“Go on. Explain.”

You gulped, and continued to ramble on about how you had been practising martial arts and had wanted to make his day easier, which is why you barged into a dangerous battlefield-

Oda punched the wall above your head, making you squeak.

He didn’t say anything afterwards, choosing to stare at you with rage filled eyes.

Your stutters were embarrassing, you thought. You didn’t know if you had suddenly gotten so dumb because of fear, or something else, as you took in the rare sight.

An angry Oda Sakunoske was a rare, but beautiful sight. The way his jaw clenched, fists tightened just enough to showcase his veins, the way his eyes seemed cold yet just so fucking sexy… You wanted him to destroy you.

“Are you going to keep staring like an idiot?”, he said, voice low and uncannily calm.

You gulped, and chose to take a risk. You nodded.

He sighed and kneeled down to your level, clasping your chin in his fingers.

“You never learn, do you.”

He suddenly tightened his grip and leaned in to whisper in your ear, “ I don’t like my partner getting hurt.”

He grabbed your neck, taking you by surprise. He didn’t squeeze hard enough to hurt you, yet made it hard to breathe.

“All you had to do was stay at home and look pretty. I provided you with everything. Didn’t I?”

You couldn’t reply, the pressure was too much for you to respond.

“Answer me.”

You whispered a timid “yes”.

“All I ever ask of you, is to stay safe.”

He inhaled deeply, before growling, “Then why, pray tell, did you put yourself in real fucking danger?”

“If you wanted some thrill, some danger, you should’ve just asked.”

He pulled you towards him, and smashed his lips onto yours, not letting go of your neck even once.

You gasped into the kiss, surprised at the way his tongue barged into your mouth, claiming it as his. You were falling short of breath, but he didn’t seem to care. He held onto you neck, and held you in place, even as you tried pushing him away. Your breathing was erratic, as you desperately needed to inhale, but he didn’t budge. You tried pawing at his chest and shoulders, but nothing worked. He maintained his iron grip onto you.

When your arms fell away from his shoulders, too weak to push him, he let go.

You gasped for air, falling forward into his broad chest, too weak to hold yourself up.

“Because now,” , he said, whispering in your ear, “you’re going to get punished.”

#shadyteacup #shady☕#bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd #☕ says #bsd odasaku #oda #oda sakunosuke #odasaku x dazai #odasaku x reader #bsd smut #hehe #deannn #I hope u like this lmao

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j0ystix · 7 months

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SOME random brain rot HCs for a BSD gender swap AU

- in the mafia, the number of braids in your hair signifies your hierarchical position (usually for the women). Port Mafia Dazai had three braids, so does Chuuya(but she only wears them during formal meeting) and Kōyō wears them too! Akutagawa has 2 braids but she only wears them during formal meetings

So executives have 3 then leader of command units have 2 and so on. Mori doesn’t wear braids unless it’s for formal meetings, then she will have one braid bun.

- Chuuya used to do Dazai’s braid and she loves them so much that sometimes she forgets to take them out. Her hair becomes matted and entangled as a result

- when dazai left the mafia and Akutagawa rose up the ranks, Chuuya insisted for Akutagawa to let her do her braids for her first formal meeting as a commander of a unit. Akutagawa was reluctant but allowed it anyways. Chuuya would twirl up Akutagawa’s hair and imagined it curly like Dazai’s and she’ll get gloomy

- oh ya I imagine fem dazai tying a braid on fem Oda’s hair and Oda would say “but I’m just a low rank member. I shouldn’t be wearing braids” Dazai would blow raspberries and tell her that braids suit her. Spoiler: Dazai’s cannot braid for shit

- ADA Dazai would braid Atsushi’s hair (her braiding skills improve in the ADA). She does this for Atsushi knowing that braids were a sign of power and respect in the mafia because that’s how much she values Atsushi (and Oda)

- Whenever Ango thinks about Dazai, she would unconsciously twirl her hair because Fem Dazai has a habit of twirling her hair when talking to people she likes

- Once, Akutagawa fall sick while initiating a combat with Atsushi. Atsushi brought her to her apartment and took care of her. Atsushi even gave Akutagawa one of her nice hello Kitty shirt and of course Akutagawa acted ungrateful but she was too sick to hurt Atsushi. Atsushi combed her hair and bought Akutagawa nice smelling soap and perfumes (things Atsushi would normally not buy for herself) they would sleep side by side and Akutagawa would wait for Atsushi to sleep before whispering “thank you, jinko” and then leaving Atsushi’s apartment in the middle of the night.

Akutagawa never returned the shirt which made Atsushi cry BUT we will see her wearing it in another OVA episode hehe

- Akutagawa picks on Atsushi’s looks but Atsushi never commented on Akutagawa’s looks :(

- Chuuya definitely wears bikinis to the beach while Dazai wears the ugliest flowery-Hawaiian button up she can find

- fem dazai has puppy dog eyes

- Chuuya wears super strong perfume so everyone would scrunch up their noses when she’s around LOL she doesn’t realise it

- Fukuzawa did assign collarpins with the ADA logo for the ADA members but she didn’t want to give it to them because she feared they may misbehave in public with the collar on. During formal meetings, all the girls (including Ranpo and Kenji) wears a black blazer, black pencil skirt and a white blouse with tights and the collar pin

- Nikolai went undercover as a male government agent for six months. I have no idea how she hid her boobs, don’t ask me

- Tachihara literally has a slutty waist idc that her male counterpart is as straight as a trapezoid

- Chuuya was the one who helps Akutagawa transition into womanhood like educate her on pads and sex and what not. Chuuya loved acting like an older sister to Akutagawa but ofc Akutagawa only cares for Dazai

- Dazai doesn’t really physically abuse Akutagawa (she still does but much lesser than male Dazai, I think female dazai tends to resort to non-physical means to get what she wants when compared to male dazai), she emotionally and verbally abused her (like blackmail and gaslight) until Akutagawa became so detached with her emotions. She somehow managed to manipulate Akutagawa into thinking that Dazai saved her and that she’s nothing without Dazai so Akutagawa really clung onto Dazai for a reason to live

- Akutagawa gets pissed when she sees Dazai coddling Atsushi with hugs, hair braids etc. dazai is definitely a handsy person

- Atsushi pants a cop before LOL

- they would be on a mission to negotiate with some man only to realise he was Dazai’s ex fling LOL this happened way too many times

- people describe Dazai as “the woman you’d die for” , “The fallen Angel”, “Bloody Mary”, “a beauty” etc.

- I think Bloody Mary is her most well known name (coined by Mori) because although fem Dazai is relatively less physical violent than male Dazai, both are still super formidable and they cause the same amount of damage. Fem Dazai kills her opponents with poison (cliche I know) BUT there will be moments where we see 15-18 PM Dazai going physically head to head with an enemy

- Dazai is said to humiliate and strip her victims of their dignity before killing them. For eg, she lures men to her room and kills them when they’re naked so their bodies and bondaged are found undressed and in such unsavoury positions.

- Both SKK are maneaters of the Port Mafia

- I’d imagine people calling Dazai and Chuuya succubi

- Jouno and Tetchou are Tachihara’s “older sister” figure but Hirotsu and Gin are her family :)

- people definitely refer to Jouno and Chuuya “that one crazy chick”

- Sigma is a cutie patootie and Nikolai scolds her for not having a backbone against men

Let’s ask our genderbend character what type of men/women do they like:

Dazai: ah~ I’d love to commit suicide with a fireman. I heard they’re muscular and they look sooo good in their uniforms. We can jump into a river together while he holds me in his big arms~ it’ll be nice if he’s taller than me too—oh wait! Actually, short men are kinda cute hehe, about 160cm?

Kunikida : I have 107 requirement-

Atsushi : uhm no preference but as long as he’s well mannered and he likes to eat! It’ll be good if he can fight but not t-too violent…

Ranpo : men are stupid

Kyōka : …

Kenji ; that’s a really good question…I like my steak rare! (She doesn’t understand what a ‘type’ is)

Tanizaki : I- *gets glared by her brother*

Yosano : anybody with the same interests as me *takes out machete*

Chuuya : never really thought bout it…hm…I’d love a man who can keep up with me. I guess tall men aren’t that b- (Dazai: any guy you see is taller than you) SHUT UP BIMBO…Oh I guess I’m into smart men, it’s attractive when they’re calculative and shit ooh and I like it if they’re funny! I can’t stand all that seriousness

Higuchi : Senpai.

Akutagawa : no comment. (Audience: aww cmonn) hm if I have to profess than perhaps a tall man, with brown fluffy hair and eyes, wears a coat with a black vest- (Audience: so you just like Dazai if she was a guy?) exactly.

Fyodor : I like men with no thoughts (Dazai : what) I like if he’s unable to think independently and constantly relies on me to mobilise his choices. I like them utterly weak and defenceless.

Nikolai : big coc-

Sigma : I like anybody who spends in my casino

Jouno : PLEASE even if I do tell you my type, what are you gonna do? No man will ever meet my standards! They’re all pigs!

Tetchou : *shrugs*

#bungou stray dogs #fem chuuya #fem dazai #fem skk #soukouku #bsd genderbend #bsd genderswap #bungou stray dogs genderswap #fem atsushi #fem akutagawa #bsd sskk #fem sskk

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morphestic · 9 months

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No one asked, but...

Since I can't sleep and I feel like shit this very fine morning, I will be recommending my favorite fics/oneshots for the bsd fandom... and they're all from the same author just because. Their name is Oxalisalis on Ao3 and you can also find them on instagram with the same user. I'll try to keep the list short with my favorites:

Circle of Praise: Remember seeing flustered Dazai in that one Wan! episode? Well this is exactly that. The ADA has a very unique way to lift the morale of their low spirited agents. Atsushi, after being on the receiving end of it, finds out Dazai has never experienced it and comes up with a plan to make sure he does. And it works. Sleep Remedy: You like the Buraiha Trio? You'll love this one. Oda has trouble sleeping, Dazai can help with that. Ango has trouble sleeping? Dazai can help with that too. Whats better than holding hands, amirite?? Note: Sheep Song is the companion piece to this, pure Soukoku shenanigans and hand holding. The city where the wind blows: 22 year old Dazai meets 15 year old Oda. After a time traveling accident, Oda is simply trying to find his way back but he crosses paths with the one and only, Osamu Dazai. Note: This one made me cry at the end. Maybe it'll make you cry too so beware. Revise these lines: For Dazai, living might be far more terrifying than dying, but there are people who will catch him when he falls. A BEAST ending rewrite in which Atsushi makes it in time, Dazai says the right things for once, and things aren’t as broken as they seemed. And finally, my personal #1 favorite: A Trifling Distance: A strange ability manages to bring Odasaku back for one day, and for one day only, Dazai is able to bond him. Note: Oh, this one hurt. This one made me cry. You'll need tissues for this one too.

If you haven't read their works, please do so. I'm not just being biased here, the dynamics between the characters are some of the best characterizations I've seen. They don't water down Soukoku, or really, any pairing. They're all canon compliant (mostly?) and are written beautifully.

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Wanted and the wedding ring box

TW : angst, sadness, fluffy end <3 (as always with this maaaaan <33)

You are single in this story and Shanks is only your Captain. (He has two arms because he's too smart to have lost his arm that way and Oda already said it was his editor who told him to tell that story.)

Your crew was one of the most powerful, yet when you looked at them, you only saw happy, adorable but stupid fools. You collect the newspaper which you hand to Benn, the right arm who reads it. It shows you the news and at the end, you see the bonus posters. You swallow a glob of saliva as you see that each member of your crew has increased in bounty. You didn't care about yours, it was when you got to the last one that your heart skipped a beat. You need to count the number of zeros one by one to measure the exact bounty on your Captain's head. You look at Benn with whom you usually talk. He lights his cigarette and looks at you attentively. You sigh, Lucky calls you to eat so you join him and ask him if they can all eat on deck. He accepts and the crew arrives little by little. You drop off breakfast with Lucky's help and watch them all go and sit down. When you hear Yasopp asking Benn what the news is. He hands him the posters, they laugh and your Captain tells them to celebrate. They laugh as they hand each other the posters and argue gently over who is stronger. Your blood continues to boil as you see them so carefree. You yell at them, making them all stop laughing and talk. Your Captain looks at you with big eyes then smiles at you “Don’t be jealous treasure, yours has increased too !!!” You yell at him “I DON’T CARE !!! STOP LAUGHING !!!! IT'S NOT FUNNY !!! THERE’S NOTHING TO CELEBRATE !!! YOU ARE IN EVEN MORE DANGER THAN BEFORE !!!!”

You burst into tears and quickly leaves the bridge, leaving them speechless. Benn tells them “I’m going t-” Shanks shakes his hand “No, I’ll go.” and gets up to join you. As you enter the hallway to your quarters, he says to you “Y/N ?! Honey, answer me.” He opens the door to your room, finding you sitting on your bed, your head in your arms, knees drawn up to your chest. He closes your door and sits on your bed, next to you. He places his hand on your head then lowers it to the back of your neck. “Sweetheart, stop crying, we are pirates, we have always had bountys. Don’t put yourself in this state because of this.” He removes your forearms, stronger than you, with disconcerting ease. He dries your tears and approaches you to give you a hug. You shake your head, crying again, you start to pat his shoulders as he smiles. “You’re the worst !!!”, he laughs, you hit him harder, he lets you do it without blocking the blows. He tilts his head to the side then ends up grabbing your wrists very gently so that you listen to him. “You too, your bounty has increased, honey.”, “So what ???? Your head is worth billions !!!!” He giggles, seeing you so serious and so cute. You want to hit him again but he is stronger than you. He pulls you by your hands to sit on his lap and guides your hands behind his shoulders to hold you against him. You rest your head on his shoulder, speaking in a low voice, that you worry a lot. “You never take anything seriously.. I hate you..” He smiles and rubs your back then asks you “If my bounty has increased it’s because I’m more dangerous myself, my angel.”

You shrug, he laughs and bites your neck then he touches the marks with his finger. You shiver at his touch, he smiles and does it again, blowing on the wet trail he leaves with his tongue on your skin. The right arm knocks on your room, interrupting you, he sighs. “Yeah Beck, I’m coming, everything’s okay, the princess isn’t crying anymore.” You hit his chest, he laughs out loud. Pulling you a little tighter as your cheek slides up his arm. He looks at you and kisses your face, your cheek, your temple, your forehead, several times. You sniffle from crying, he continues to kiss you and hold you against him. He smiles at you as you look at the wall behind him and he whispers to you “My weakness..” Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, you apologize to him for hitting and yelling at him. He smiled, replying to you in a low voice, “It’s going to be okay, my empress.” He kisses your cheek a few more times then asks “Shall we train then doll ?” You nod, he wipes your tears and kisses your forehead. You get up, he gets to his feet and gently holds your hand to the bridge. The crew throws super stupid jokes at you as usual and tells you pretty much the same gibberish as your Captain to comfort you. Your hand is still locked in Shanks’ as you stand behind him. You tell him you’re not hungry, he says “Okay, give me a demonstration, sweetheart.”

You released his hand, facing each other as he pulled his sword out of its sheath. His Haki is terrifying, luckily you got used to it, being able to stand but you still have your eyes squinting slightly to stay focused. The crew looks at you, finishing lunch, he's stronger than you but it's still fun to trick him. He manages to make you laugh but suddenly you frown and close your blade. He puts away his sword, already stretching his arms towards you, you cry again. He puts his arm in front of you as you were about to leave. “Don’t cry love, did I hurt you ?!”, you shake your head and he hugs you against him. You cry on his shirt, which is starting to get soaked. You tremble, he hugs you a little tighter to compensate, stroking your hair. The crew goes about its business to leave you alone, you detach yourself from him. He sits down at a chair and holds out his hands for you to sit next to him. You stay standing, he drops his hands on his knees and asks you “What is this really about Y/N ?” You sigh, wiping away your tears as they continue to fall over and over again. You explain to him that now the enemies he will attract are a thousand times worse than you. He then thinks that you are worried about your own safety. But you add, bursting into tears again “I-I’m going to n-not know how to protect you !!!!” He smiles, pulling you by the hands “Ohhhh my goddess.. I love you so much, come here !!!!” He sits you on his lap and holds you against him, his hand in your hair and the other under your t-shirt to rub your back. You're still trembling against him, he looks for the newspaper with the posters and finds yours with his other arm. He kisses your neck at the same time and says “You look beautiful on it, it almost looks like you’ve struck a pose..”, “You can speak Shanks.”

He laughed out loud, his laughter echoing through his ribcage, making you vibrate. He lifts you up with one arm, on his shoulder and takes you to his room then places you on the floor. You watch him grab some tape from his drawer and hang your poster above the headboard. He turns to you, a smile on his face and sits on his bed, his chin in his palm. He tells you more seriously “I don’t need you to protect me, darling. Take care of your own protection and that of your crew, your Captain will do just fine for himself.” You lower your head, he smiles and looks up. He asks you “Are you afraid of losing me ?”, you nod your head like a child. He smiles then grabs your hands “Annnnw, my other half !!! Give me a kiss, come on !!!” You sit on his thigh as he spreads his knees and kisses your cheek, forehead then holds you against him, placing his face in your neck. Making it easier for him to bite your neck, you keep your arms around his shoulders to hold yourself tight. He asks you “Sooo we spend the day together ?”, you accept, he tickles you to make you laugh, making you straddle him so as not to fall. You scream as he doesn’t stop “SHAAAAAANKS AHAHAHAAAA !!! STOP !!!!”, you both laugh. He continues to smile “Okay, okay baby, I’ll stop.” You get off his bed, he tells you to go get dressed to go out. "But ? How ? Besides, I’m already dressed there.”, he laughs “As you wish princess, get ready.”

You leave his room and put on a dress, with flowers, of course so that everyone will look at you, then look for heels in your wardrobe. He comes back to your room, this pirate just has his cape to put on and he is ready to conquer the world. He sits on your bed while you’re still looking for shoes and says “No, please come here, treasure.” You comply, sitting next to him, he guides your legs over his to tie your heels himself. You thank him, he showers you with compliments, his hand in your hair, pinching your cheek, tracing your jaw then your spine. He admires the stains on your neck and asks you “Promise me not to hide them otherwise I’ll do them again.” You smile “Promise.. Captain..”, he gets up and holds your hand then warns his right arm. He takes you to a restaurant, you order then you say to him “Ohh.. Captain, is this a date ??!” He giggles and nods his head then says to you “If you want me… your poor Captain. Idiot and alcoholic.” You smile, not being able to take your eyes off him. As he knows that any woman likes him, he winks at you but slows down on the teasing. Once finished, he pays and offers you his hand again to take you to the funfair. “Enough gifts for you my queen ?”, you nod as he lifted you in his arms all afternoon, you nod as he picked you up in his arms all afternoon. He made you do everything, the rides, the swing, the Ferris wheel, see the fireworks. In the evening, you met your crew on the island who wanted to end the evening in a bar but Shanks refused, to stay with you, which earned him a barrage of jokes about the fact that he couldn't resist you. Which he did not refute. He asks you, turning towards you “Are we going to see the sunset, love ?” You nod, holding his arm, all the way to the beach. He makes you dance on purpose, there is no one on the beach, makes you put your feet in the water, holding your heels in his hand. He looks at you smiling, picks shells, of all colors, from the sand, for you. You don’t know how much he loved this day with you, even more than you. In the evening, he puts your heels back on you, squats down to tie them to your feet. He gets up and you walk in together and hold his arm, while the women's gazes are drawn to you. You lower your head, he realizes it when he stops in front of a florist to ask your opinion. He whispers in your ear, “Beauty, raise your head. You’re the only one I care about.” You nod, he kisses your cheek and asks you what flowers you want but you hesitate. He looks at the seller and asks him to get them in all the colors You pull on his shirt “N-No.. Shanks. .. it's… too much… for me..”, he smiles at you and pays for them then holds them in his hand He filled a huge bag for you, on the road, lots he has. Won, chocolates, roses, candies, tea, ice cream and shells of course. He kisses you on the cheek when you appear elsewhere then caresses your hair “Sweetheart, are we going home ?”

You nod and give him a fake smile, a fake smile that he recognizes immediately. But he doesn't say anything for a few minutes, then covers you with his cape and lifts you off the ground and spins you around in circles. You end up laughing for real and holding on to his shoulders to keep from falling. He keeps you in his arms and holds the other bag in his hand then returns to the ship, with you in his arms “My star, stop being sad !!!!” You smile and rest your head on his shoulder, thanking him for the day. When you go up on deck, the ship is deserted, he places you on the ground and takes you to his bathroom. You sit on the edge of his bathtub, he takes off your heels and places your gifts on his desk. He asks you what pajamas you are wearing, he goes to look for them in your closet with underwear and brings them back to you. He puts down a towel and brings you your favorite soap. He ran you a hot bath, asking you to put your hand in it to check the temperature. He walked out, leaving you to undress and clean yourself. You stay there for about twenty minutes then rinse and dry yourself. You take your hair down and comb it. You put on your pajamas and your panties but when you go out, you find him sitting on his bed, with a box in his hand that has exactly the same dimensions as a wedding ring box. You ignore him as he creates a diversion. “Yes darling, what’s wrong ?”, “I wanted to thank you and tell you that the bathroom is free, if you want..”. He stands up, putting the box in his pocket, embarrassed. He looks at you with your pile of dirty clothes and your support that he brought you just before, you tell him “I sleep without bra Captain, it hurts otherwise..” He scratches his hair and replies “Ah.. ahaha, sorry..”

You smile at him, he watches you go out to put your clothes in the wash then closes the door to his bathroom. When you come back, you are touched, realizing how many things he bought and earned for you. He also turned on the heater in his room and brought your blankets, pillows and everything you need to sleep, especially for you. He showered, you sat in his chair looking at the bag of gifts, opening the prizes etc. He walks out, shirt open, you look away, making him smile. He dries his hair and asks you “Can you sleep here please ?” You say “Y-Yes.. okay..”, he smiles and you add “If that was a question..” He nods his head and answers you “Stay here as long as you want, don’t leave me alone, angel..” You smile at him and get up, going to sit on his bed. He also sits down and holds your hand and then asks you if you liked it and that he will do it again for you often. You look at him, smiling and speaking in a low voice. It's crazy because he attracts lots of women but he doesn't really know how to do it and rightly so, he ignores advances and very rarely dates women, preferring to drink and laugh with his crew. He places his head on your thighs, you stroke his hair, he closes his eyes. Then seeing that he is really going to fall asleep, he gets up a little and signals you to lie down, you do so, he lies down next to you, covering you. He places his hand on your waist, looking at you with half-squinted eyes. He says to you “Cry no more because of me please, just be the love of my life ?”, you nod your head, intimidated. You gesture for him to lie on top of you, resting his cheek against your breasts. He wraps his arms around you and you keep your fingers in his hair, relaxing him.

The next day, he wakes up before you but he is still in the same position. Getting up, he wakes you up, apologizes, takes off his shirt which he puts on gently then covers you, kissing you on the forehead. He showers, gets ready and goes about his business but he’s the one who brings you breakfast in bed.

Two months later, he finally managed to tell you that he was in love with you, stammering and lowering his head like a 5 year old. You found it adorable and since it was mutual, you ended up making it official and getting married with this same little box the size of a wedding ring box.

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This is my second fic sooooo be kind and enjoy - Do not copy or repost anywhere. Republish of course if you like it. I made edits on Tiktok too if you want to check 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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