flawless.

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takaisuru:

“Don’t be melodramatic. You have your happy ending. Stay under the radar — move to France with André Gide, for goodness sake. I’ll be very angry if you tried to do something so incredibly martyr-esque.” Dazai sits with his back pressed up against the wall — eyes falling shut, as if he were suddenly singing a tune of comfort in his overly complex mind. “Prison isn’t so bad. I get fed three meals a day, death for my crimes is just a breath away … if Dostoyevsky is attempting to break me, this is a rather poor way of going about it. So, you needn’t worry, with that long expression of yours.” 

         ⎡ don’t be ridiculous. you know i can’t do any of those things. ⎦ staying under the radar is impossible. gide was a terrorist and oda is unlikely to call home any place that isn’t yokohama. not worrying was just as impossible. as much as dazai would loathe to accept it, oda cared for him. even if they fought and even if their relationship ended on a sour note, he still considered dazai his one and only friend. 

and as such, oda had zero intentions on leaving dazai alone to his fate. ⎡ i’ll do whatever i can to set you free. i’ll even give ango hell if i have to. ⎦ and if none of that worked...no-- he doesn’t want to think about that. not yet. 

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takaisuru:

“Odasaku? What a pleasant surprise. A little late, however — Akutagawa-kun’s beat you to visiting me. Surely Chuuya will trickle in to gloat at some point as well. You know, I don’t think Ango was being very honest when he claimed our … well, at the very least, my record, was erased. What a dirty traitor! The charges I was brought up on were entirely accurate. I’ve accomplished quite a bit at such a young age …”

Dazai ends his tangent on a wistful note, lips quirked into a smile, expression otherwise unreadable. “Would you cry at my execution?” 

       oda manages to keep his expression trained for most of dazai’s response, listening in silence as the other man speaks so casually. it does nothing to improve the atmosphere-- if anything, it worsens it. dazai’s expression is unreadable, with an empty smile to boot and oda wishes that he could just pull those feelings and thoughts out of him, like a dentist pulling teeth. 

is this all part of dazai’s plan? has he resigned to his fate as a death row prisoner? what does he feel? anger? sadness? happiness? why won’t you be honest with anyone? ⎡ there must be something we can do. ⎦ oda mutters, burying his hands in his pockets in an attempt to hide the tension in his heart. he doesn't want to talk about crying-- he doesn't want to feel the pain of losing a loved one again.

not again. ⎡ the agency or the mafia can make a deal with the government... or maybe you can turn me in exchange for your freedom. you aren’t the only ex-criminal here, y’know. ⎦

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    he never thought a day like this would come. even when they had ran away from the mafia, oda believed it was more likely for either ( or both ) of them to end up dead in a ditch, than for either of them to end up in jail. less so when ango had told them that their records had been erased. 

as his steps echo down the hall, he wonders if that had just been another one of ango’s lies. 

⎡ dazai. ⎦ the sight is too surreal for odasaku to accept as reality: dazai, inside a cold, miserable jail cell. the former executive of the Port Mafia, the demon prodigy, reduced to a prisoner in a high security prison. despite the list of crimes under dazai’s name... part of oda refuses to accept this as fair or just. 

it’s the same part that thinks: the one in prison should be me instead of him.

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takaisuru:

“Atsushi-kun is doing great!” 

       nevermind. atsushi has absolutely no hope in changing his ways. 

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     ⎡ flat earth............... ⎦ maybe it’s time for dazai to re-educate his subordinate. 

[kiraahachi]

little psa on ships and ship development:

When two muns get together and decide to ship their characters there is usually a lot of communication behind it. Most of the time their characters have interacted, spark from the muses is felt on both sides, it’s discussed, and then developed. Sometimes all the development takes place on their blogs, sometimes it takes place through private conversation or skype, but most of the time it’s a mixture of both.  Even if you see a ship that suddenly appears on the dash with no previous signs of it being so, do not assume development was rushed. In many cases development may be happening in private, and that’s fine! Maybe they tried it privately and, when it worked, wanted it to be a part of their blogs! Maybe they didn’t and it really was just a spur of the moment decision! So what? Who cares? If it’s making them happy, and it’s not hurting anyone, it is literally NONE of your business! The point here is that, just because you don’t see every written line of development for your own eyes, don’t assume it didn’t happen. And even if it didn’t happen, it is no one’s concern but the blogs writing the ship to begin with. Move along.

[reiiciel]

Gif Request Meme:

“Listen. You told me that you might find a reason to live if you lived in a world of violence and bloodshed. You won’t find it, If both sides are the same, become a good man. Save the weak, and protect the orphans. Neither good nor evil means much to you.“

@iishihara asked : Bungou Stray Dogs + Favorite Episode

[niche24]

redrew smth from last year i never posted

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headbutts into him from behind and nuzzles into!!!

     ⎡ ranpo. ⎦ oda says, reaching his arm behind ( although a little awkwardly ) in order to pat the detective’s head. ⎡ for some reason, it feels like it’s been forever since i’ve seen you. hello. ⎦

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feuxfallets:

      “perhaps.”  gide wastes no time agreeing. he knows that his actions in the past, and now, are nothing short of foolish and the whimsical hopes of a ridiculous man trying to find a reason to keep going while drowning himself in distractions he hopes will give him some meaning. the only reason he stands here now instead of being a decaying corpse with ribs filled with flowers is because of this man.

( he’s fallen hopelessly in love, heart wrapped in red string and tied to sakunosuke’s wrists, so he may follow like the loyal dog he is – you saved me, i love you, so i would do anything for you, i’ll do anything you ask of me. )

his love is so apparently obvious to everyone but the intended person – is this punishment? irony? whatever the case, he knows he deserves just this, that someone like him is not worthy of sakunosuke’s affection, but… dazai’s words still ring in his head. it makes him purse his lips while finishing his cigarette and dropping it to allow it to be snuffed out by his boot.

“you’re never a bother, sakunosuke,”  gide assures him, a hand reaching out to cup his face and brush a thumb over his cheek. his smile is warm, happy even.  “for you, i’d do anything you ask of me – and happily.”

     gide had once called his and oda’s ability omnipotent. though it was mostly used in battle, to prevent his own death, technically it could be used anytime he wished to do so. in other words, he could technically foresee gide’s next moves ( and gide, oda’s ). but something odasaku dislikes is depending solely on his ability -- he hopes to be much more skilled than what his ability allows him to.

however, this means that the sudden touch, gentle against his cheek, is anything but expected from the former assassin. for a split second, oda wants to reel back, his eyes widening in clear surprise. it’s as if time had stopped for him -- part of him wonders if the ex-soldier feels the same way.

but after that, when his heart begins beating normally once more, oda feels a warmth bubbling in his stomach, as gentle as the touch itself. he almost feels regretful when gide pulls away, and it takes everything not to show it. ⎡ i don’t know why you’d be so willing to do so much. ⎦the sigh that leaves his lips is one of exasperation, wishing to know why. ⎡ but...thank you. ⎦

[valkerier-deactivated20190122]

↠ alphabet challenge [a - z] : Anime: Bungou stray dogs (odasaku)

“Carry on my wayward son” - Kansas

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does he know who loves him? kyouka does! and she shows it by pressing a piece of candy into his hand before kissing his cheek!

      the motion comes as a sudden surprise to odasaku, who was spending his lunch hour reading on the agency’s couch ; a new book is worth sacrificing his meal for. nevertheless, he blinks as his attention is taken away from his book and towards the teenage girl that kisses his cheek and places a piece of fruit candy in his hand. 

strawberry. it’ll work fine as his lunch. ⎡ thank you, kyouka. ⎦ putting his book down, he gently pets kyouka’s head, the edges of his lips curled upwards into the faintest of smiles. 

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hyperdetect:

   “  well, it’s not a trap really that we’re walking into if that makes you feel any better. that ivan guy had no intention of being found in the first place. dazai just managed to get bored and find a chance to contact me, is all. russian’s just don’t do it for his sex drive, apparently.  ”   his own comment makes him laugh to himself. knowing that guy, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was just that bored and found something worthwhile in ivan’s disgusting looks.

   opening the door and hopping out with a cheerful bounce in his step, he turns to look at oda when the redhead speaks. 

   without a hint of hesitation or a sliver of remorse, the detective has no problem answering while lifting two fingers in a peace sign,   “  oh, that’s why you’re here! you’re my plan, odacchi~! so are you ready to get started? or do you wanna finish that cigarette first? we got time.  ”

       you’re my plan, odacchi! 

those words, said so cheerfully, only bring forth a feeling of anger and indignation. his stomach continues to churn, as he realizes that he’s been used -- again. with mori, with dazai, and now with ranpo, it seems that oda cannot get a break from those kind of people ; those whose intelligence he can’t begin to understand. 

taking a slow drag from his cigarette, oda allows himself to concentrate on the bitter taste of the fumes instead of the anger growing slowly in his chest. there’s no use in anger, after all-- it’s a fate that he’s been cursed to since he was a simple assassin. 

he takes another drag, exhaling the fumes with a defeated sigh before tossing the cigarette on the ground, pressing it down with his foot. all he can do is give in to his fate. with both hands, oda adjusts his jacket -- and the gun holsters underneath. ⎡ let’s get this over with. ⎦

[villainlesbian]

im healed

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mujonainu:

       ‘ naturally– but if they wish to say something, by all means they are welcome to, it is not the whisperings of falsifiers and gossipers i care about. ’ again he hears such phrasing in reference to dazai and just as those times before it causes a ball to coil harder in the pit of his stomach. 

‘ the man-tiger has stated, if i can go this time without killing I can realize something that is the key to dazai-san’s recognition. i do not know if he is lying or spewing out pure nonsense– it is incomprehensible to me.  .  . what he speaks of and what you reiterate, but i am determined nonetheless. ’ his fingers twitch, the cracking of his bones audible as they clench– then fan out in a lax position. 

‘ what sort of strengths are there ? the ability to have mercy ? i do not see that as a strength, it is easy enough to allow an enemy to rot in their own inadequacy, but it is thrilling to crush them. it is a mercy in the end, that way– rather than letting the weak continuously and hopelessly bumble through a meaningless existence. so what is there.  .  . what else is there than defeating my enemies ? ’

    ⎡ killing is easy, akutagawa. taking a life is as simple as breathing for you. ⎦ and i, he leaves unsaid, though he doubts that the mafia’s hound will care much for his own backstory. though he speaks from experience ( and it is, because murder comes to oda like a first, not second, nature ) akutagawa’s attention is akin to a child’s. be concise and precise. 

drawing out a cigarette, the redhead lights the farthest end and placing the opposite end in his mouth. ⎡ there’s strength in being able to change. ⎦ facing away from the younger for a second, he blows out the smoke to the air above -- grey and dirty, a reflection of his own self. even now, years after his last kill, oda still swears that he can see the blood on his hands, the blood of all his victims. ⎡ being able to decide to change, to be able to change, is one of the few strengths of humankind. with it, we’ve been able to evolve as a society. ⎦

⎡ do you think you’re strong because you can kill whoever challenges you? ⎦ the question is simple and earnest, looking up at akutagawa from his seat on the park bench, red eyes unblinking. ⎡ i think it makes you look like a single-purpose machine ; you don’t know how to do anything else. ⎦ he places the cigarette between his lips again, pausing to breathe in the fumes once more before exhaling them. 

⎡ if you want to be strong, then change. stop being a machine and become human -- it’s more difficult than what you think, trust me. ⎦

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hyperdetect:

   an expected answer from someone as reserved as oda sakunosuke; this, of course, does nothing to stop ranpo from finding some way to get humor out of the subject knowing how personal it was – and how sentimental the redhead could be. the detective smiles slyly, leaning against the window and giving a knowing stare to his coworker.   “  well, it’s not like you need to say it when i know you probably fucked him into the mattress until he forgot how to breathe. i just wanted to see if you’d actually tell me.  ”

   he needs something to amuse himself and lighten the mood, after all. oda was an obvious one to read.

   “  that’s right!!  ”   ranpo agrees cheerfully, clapping his hands together and beaming cheerfully.   “  we might just die! let’s do our best together in that case, huh, odacchi~  ”

   “  though, in all honesty, i have a bad feeling for other reasons… but one thing at a time, yeah? ♪  ”

    what comes from oda’s lips is not a snappy response, but a simple, annoyed, sigh. he doesn’t understand how ranpo could be so lighthearted in the face of danger, nor does he want to waste his breath in trying to tell the detective to keep those things to himself, no matter how truthful the statement was. talk about using your gifts for evil. 

though what the ex - assassin understands the least is how easily, how cheerfully, the detective can state that they’re basically diving headfirst into a, most likely, deadly trap. 

and not only that, but the fact that there’s something else that ranpo isn’t exactly willing to share is something that makes oda’s grip on the steering wheel tighten, knuckles white as paper. 

as used as he is to being left out of the loop, the fact that it involves his best friend’s life is something that oda does not like at all. i’m not a pawn, he wants to say. but the words are caught in his throat, unwilling to come out ; in his head, he’s still the same pawn used by the mafia.⎡ if you say so. ⎦ he mutters, as their destination comes into view: a cave entrance, surrounded by miles of forest and wilderness. their possible grave. driving to a stop, he turns off the car before exiting it. 

as he draws out a cigarette to smoke, he asks, ⎡ so, what’s your plan? ⎦

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hyperdetect:

   ranpo studies the buildings and people they pass idly, swaying from side to side to keep his body busy. despite the urgency in their newfound mission, he acts completely calm, unperturbed by the situation they were soon going to face once they left the city to make way for more rural territory. the good thing about oda is that he either says what’s needed or nothing at all, making when to listen very obvious.

   at the inquiry, the great detective turns his head, smiling brightly.   “  he can manipulate the earth and create golems, apparently! abilities are so diverse, aren’t they? well, i’m sure you’ll be able to handle it just fine, odacchi. there’s no need to think on it too hard.  ”

   reaching into his pocket, ranpo procures a lollipop, unwrapping it with a hum before taking a casual lick from it. he seems to remember something then, pointing it in oda’s direction.   “  by the way: how’s your new boyfriend, hm? i ran into him the other day at one of his jobs. he looks so visibly happy more often, it’s kind of embarrassing. what do you do to him?  ”

       ⎡ i’m not telling you. ⎦ oda responds, red eyes flickering to the younger detective, annoyance hinted in his otherwise deadpan expression. there’s only so much teasing that he can take, after all, and he’d rather for ranpo to keep the ex - soldier’s name out of it. even if they’re the only two in the car and the other definitely knows whatever he and gide have done, oda refuses to say it out loud. it’s private information, and he’d rather keep it that way. 

if dazai’s situation wasn’t so paramount, the redhead would have felt a hint of relief over hearing that gide looks much better than before. but that is not the case -- his stomach continues to churn anxiously over the thought of dazai’s wellbeing. 

which brings another point in the ex - assassin’s mind, one that cannot be so easily ignored.⎡ you say it's going to be fine, but . . . ⎦ brow arched, fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he turns to a dirt road -- there’s only one cave in the vicinity of yokohama. ⎡ we’re going to a cave. where we’ll be surrounded by earth. are you sure we’re not just going directly to our graves? ⎦