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tinkerleaf · 12 days

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it hits me suddenly that one day we might or not might get the panel or animation of the exact moment when dazai set fire in chuuya's car and he realized that dazai would never come back

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #soukoku

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tinkerleaf · 20 days

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Oopsies

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tinkerleaf · 23 days

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dazai forehead reveal

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tinkerleaf · 24 days

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I switch favorites all the time, but Chuuya is just driving me insane right now like I'm foaming at the mouth

#anime #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #chuuya bsd #bsd chuuya

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tinkerleaf · 27 days

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This.

This fic.

The way I started crying when the reader called Dazai and he just.. understood and went explains a lot about my mental health. I loved every second of this reading. Thank you.

Thank you so much! I appreciate you lots <33

I feel like Dazai struggles himself, and I think he'd be so understanding. Due to my own experience, this was also comforting to write. :)

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tinkerleaf · 28 days

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Losing my mind over this crossover. My two hyperfixations in one post

Charactertober Day 2: Crossover (Moriarty The Patriot x Bungo Stray Dogs) I’ve been waiting to draw this one xD

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty

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tinkerleaf · 28 days

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GOOD LORD LOOK AT HIS FOREHEAD IM GONNA IMPLODE AAAAAHHH

#anime #bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazaiosamu #dazai osamu bsd #bungou stray dogs dazai #brain rot #simping

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tinkerleaf · 29 days

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Nap Time

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I think William would let you crash in his office, especially if he really likes you. Sometimes he's in there, sometimes he's not. You would sit in the chair in front of him, which was quite comfy. His office is always warm and smells nice, just like him. You bring a light throw blanket with you if you're feeling extra tired.

You don't talk much when you're there, as he does his own thing. The only sound between the two of you is the scribbling on paper and the occasional sip of tea. It's a comfortable silence that you couldn't replicate with anyone else. He looks up to check on you often.

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tinkerleaf · 29 days

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Passing By

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I want to imagine what it would be like to see Dazai after leaving the Port Mafia. You left when he left, and I don't even want to think about the utter mess Chuuya was in when this happened.

You were walking down the street, cutting through a few alleys to get back to your apartment. Then, you catch a glimpse of him. It'd been about six months since everything happened, and you weren't ready for a reunion.

You walk a bit faster.

He walks a bit faster.

Then, somehow, he ends up across the street ahead of you. He simply winks at you, and a car passes. And like the wind, he's gone.

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tinkerleaf · 29 days

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Quiet Night

little short write. i meant to add chuuya, but it was easier this way.

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After hours and hours of vigorous fighting and bloodshed, the war was finally over. Even if it would only be fleeting, everything was calm in the moment.

Except for you. You had no idea what was going on. You had been knocked out after a rough battle. It left you unconscious for days, and the team was starting to get worried.

No one, however, was more concerned than Dazai. He didn't show it. but he was incredibly anxious about the situation. He watched your motionless body lay in the hospital bed in front of him. The moonlight caught your face in a peaceful expression, washing away some of the fear he held in his heart.

He leaned against the wall, his eyes heavy. He'd been at your side ever since you'd been in that bed, not moving a muscle. His eyes scanned over your face, impatiently waiting for you to open your eyes. He sighed as he stepped closer.

"You never know when to stop, do you?" He asked as if you could actually hear him. "You always have to put me through this." His voice was as soft as a whisper. He was tired of you pushing yourself too far, always hurting yourself in the process. You were undoubtedly strong, but he wondered how long it would be before you crossed the line, one final time.

After a few more hours, he found himself in the chair next to your bed, his eyes fluttering. He let out a tired sigh, allowing his head to fall back against the chair. He glanced back at you one last time before drifting off to sleep.

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tinkerleaf · 30 days

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AAAAAAAAHH

BSD × SANRIO

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tinkerleaf · 1 month

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Akutagawa Angst Hour

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Currently thinking about Akutagawa and his life goal to gain Dazai's approval. I hate it because I saw myself doing the same with the mentors in my life. I wanted nothing more than for them to tell me I was doing a great job. I needed to impress them. I needed to impress someone.

I can also feel his pain when Atsushi comes in. He's a random mutt from the streets who comes in to completely catch Dazai's attention. It kills me because I've seen this happen all the time. I finally do something cool just for someone to come in and take it away by doing it better.

Hearing Akutagawa ask Atsushi what made him so special breaks my heart because I can feel him asking "What makes you better than me?" "What does he see in you?" Makes me so sad.

#anime #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #atsushi #akutagawa #random thoughts #never thought i was an akutagawa kinnie until now omg

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tinkerleaf · 1 month

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Protective Men

warnings: cursing, a little violence, creeps

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I can see Dazai as the type to carefully watch as the client you've been working with leans a little too close to you. He may be across the room but he still follows the man's every move. You wave off a few subtly flirtatious remarks and glance over at Dazai. When he sees the man 'accidentally' brush a hand on your back, he's had enough, leaving his chair and strolling over to the two of you.

"You need any help, sweetheart?"

Your client is less than pleased with his presence, "We're fine, thank you."

"You're flirting with them, aren't you?" His voice is calm and low, but his tone has a clear edge of warning.

The man scoffs, "As if that's any of your business."

"They're a little busy with your case right now. You should be focused on that."

"I don't think I was hurting anything."

"That's not the point. They're working. They don't need you to distract them." Dazai replies, still calm but firm. "Atsushi! Come take this case!"

The silver-haired boy comes in, a look of concern on his face. "What's going on?"

"Nothing" Dazai replies with a smirk, "This fellow has a case for you."

Atsushi nods and takes over while Dazai takes you by the arm and leads you out of the office. "I didn't like that at all."

"I can see that," you smile as you two walk into the cafe. "But now I've lost a case..."

"You didn't need it. I've seen his file. You're more suited for missions than simple tasks. It's good practice for Atsushi." He sips his coffee. "Besides, he was too comfortable with you, and I don't like random people getting too close to you."

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I imagine Chuuya biting his tongue to keep himself from telling off the man whose eyes were all over your figure. The Port Mafia had all kinds of weirdos come in and out, but this one in particular must not have known who he was dealing with.

When you get up to leave, the man grabs you by your wrist. "Where ya goin'?"

Chuuya instantly stands and swiftly places a knife up to his throat. The man lets you go, holding his hands above his head. "Keep your fucking hands off of them."

"I wasn't gonna do anythi-"

Chuuya interrupts him by knocking him out. The man has an important role for now in the mafia, so he couldn't kill him yet.

"Come on." You follow him back to his office. He shuts the door behind him and sits at his desk. "Look at me."

You sit down across from him.

"If anything happens like that again with anybody here, you let me know first, understand?"

You nod.

"That shit pisses me off more than anything, especially when it comes to you."

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tinkerleaf · 1 month

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OP I literally woke my poor grandparents up laughing at ‘We could analyze you childhood trauma’ ‘no thanks’ ‘mmm a sign of avoidant behavior’. Comedy GOLD. Pocket that. That was hysterical. God. I’m still laugh. Canon, in character, and just so funny

Omg THANK YOU SO MUCH! I liked the part where I put "tax evasion" as one of the readers crimes lol

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tinkerleaf · 1 month

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Jail Time

I should be writing more for the prom series, but I don't want to right now. I will finish it before the end of April though. Synopsis: Reader gets to go to Meursault, Fyodor and Dazai are annoying. gn reader Words: 500 ish Pairing: Dazai/reader/Fyodor (?) Warnings: light cursing

It all happened in the blink of an eye. You didn’t have a clue how they found you, but it sure was quick.

For hours, everything was dark. You couldn’t see or hear a thing, and your limbs were braced in a chair. To say you were scared would be an understatement. The agency feared that you would be executed, but you knew better.

“Well, it seems like another prisoner has come in.” A velvety voice came from your left side.

A sigh came from the right, “I should have seen this coming.”

When you were finally able to open your eyes to look around, you found that you were in Meursault. Fyodor and Dazai were on either side of you, and you let out a groan. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!” This was going to be the most mind-numbing prison sentence ever.

“So, what are you in for?” The brunette asked, a smile beginning to tug at his mouth.

You paused to think, “Hmmm let's see…association with the ADA, association with the Port Mafia, association with you.” You counted on your fingers. “Also tax evasion, but I’m a little confused about that one.”

“I see.”

“You know, I’m not even mad. Compared to how crazy things have been on the outside, this is a vacation.”

You would soon find out that it certainly was not a vacation when the two foes in front of you constantly bickered back and forth. Their little brain games annoyed you, especially since you didn’t have the mental capacity they did (they were practically geniuses after all). It wasn’t like you could just join in.

There wasn’t much for you to do aside from reading a couple of books on the table by your bed, which wasn’t even comfy. You hung your head off the edge, your hair dangling.

“You know, you’re gonna get a headache.”

“I don’t care, I’m bored.”

“We could psychoanalyze your childhood trauma?” Fyodor suggests.

“Yeah, I’ll pass.”

He pauses, “Hmm, could that be a sign of avoidant behavior?”

“You know, now that you mention it,” Dazai begins, “They tend to work by themselves at the office when they can, isolating themselves for hours. You could be onto something.”

Were they teasing you to pass the time? Whatever it was, you didn’t like it. “You are so dramatic. I stay after work to ensure I finish everything. That’s what you should be doing since you never get anything done.”

“They’re getting defensive.”

“Would you shut up?!” The three of you were interrupted when you fell into a sudden hole in the floor. “What the hell?” After a rough landing, you looked up to find Dazai on the ground next to you. You were in a brand new area you hadn’t seen before.

“You alright?” He asks.

You nod, pushing yourself up off the floor. “What’s going on?”

“Just stay close to me.” He glanced at Fyodor and now Nikolai and Sigma, who seemed to be the reason for your escape from your cell. “Things are about to get a little more interesting.”

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tinkerleaf · 1 month

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Do NOT get me started on emotional Dazai I will throw a FIT

Attached below are pictures of season 4/5 Dazai when he's distressed. Every time he doesn't have that smirk on his face, I go absolutely feral. I need to get this out of my system or I will lose my mind.

and his forehead omg-

aaaaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Good LORD

LOOK AT HIM

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thank you for your time

#anime #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu bsd #osamudazai #dazaiosamu #brain rot

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tinkerleaf · 1 month

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Once Again

Hi guys! :) This wasn't exactly how I meant for it to turn out, but I don't hate it. In my head it makes sense. Synopsis: chuuya sees reader for the first time since they left the mafia. gn reader Genre: a lil bit of angst Words: 720 Pairing: chuuya/reader Warnings: emotions, some violence/toxicity? not well-proofread

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In the Port Mafia, documents do not lie. If they have something on file, it must be absolute. This is what concerns Chuuya the most when he sees your name come up in recent files. You’re titled under the Armed Detective Agency, and he can’t help but groan.

It had been about a year since you disappeared without a trace, and Chuuya knew that Dazai had to have something to do with it. Instead of dwelling on the thought, he simply pushed it into the back of his mind, only for it to return in the dead of night. He doesn’t always think about you, but he definitely does. And when he does, he has to do something to distract himself from the fact that you are gone from existence.

When he picks up your file, he almost throws it out. He doesn’t want to go through another episode where he frantically searches for you again, as it’s bad for his image. However, he wants the closure of knowing that you’re at least alive. Opening the folder, he winces at your photo. He's thankful he's alone in his office where no one can see him be so vulnerable.

Dazai was still nowhere to be seen, and he was fine with that. He wanted nothing more than to rip him to shreds for everything he’d done. Everything had changed due to his absence.

Your status was labeled as “alive”. He stares at the lines for a few minutes before letting go of the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

Knowing you were safe slightly relieves him, but the fact that you joined the enemy pisses him off. What business could you possibly have with them? He knew it wasn’t because they were somehow better or stronger. But just like the other pesky thoughts that haunt him, he pushes them away.

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Three years later, your file comes up again. This time, however, with Dazai’s. The reason is that Kyouka captured both of you, even though Dazai was the main target. However, having both traitors couldn’t hurt.

He hated using that term for you, but that’s what you were.

When he passes Akutagawa in the corridor, they have a brief conversation about the situation. “Did they say anything useful?” Chuuya asks the man.

“Of course not. They’re just as infuriating as they were before.” He walks away, his steps echoing through the hall.

He knew what he was walking into, but that doesn’t change how he feels when you make eye contact with him. Dazai gives his usual sly grin that annoys him to no end.

“So this is where you’ve been all this time?” Chuuya scoffed.

You really don't know how to approach this scenario. You can cut the tension with a butter knife. You don't want to answer him. Dazai decides it's a good time to provide some input, which the redhead simply ignores.

A glass shatters against the wall beside you. It doesn't hit you, but it's enough to get his point across. “Don’t ignore me like you had nothing to do with me!”

You swallowed hard. He crept towards you like a snake. Dazai glanced over at you to see if you had been hit. “Come on, Chuuya, go easy on-.”

“I’ll get to you when I’m done,” he growled at him. He grabbed you by the face and forced you to look him in the eyes. “I hate you.” He lies. It's the biggest lie he’s ever told. But in a way, there is some truth behind it. He hates the way you possess his mind. He hates how you had enraptured him all those years ago just to drag him down to hell when you left. He hates you for letting his guard down, something he vowed to never do again.

The look in your eye and the single tear that slipped through it seemed to tell him everything you needed him to know. He let go of you and sighed.

In the end, you can’t change the past. You can’t change your mission or motives. Whatever caused you to leave him wasn’t his business, and he knew that. He couldn’t forgive you, not yet. But now that he has you within his grasp, he won’t let you go again. Not that easily.

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