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[jewwyfeesh]

[Translation] Dream Live 5th Tour “Stargazer” Masterlist

Season: Spring  Writer: Happy Elements Release Date: 3rd April, 2021  Translated by: bri喵 (=^･ω･^=), jewwyfeesh Proofreading by: stcrfeesh (CN), greeneyedexecutioner (EN)

This translation is a collab between bri喵 (=^･ω･^=) and I. Please check respective chapters for credits. DREAM LIVE 5th Tour: Stargazer Day 1 Day 2 Day 3

[idazatanic]

dazai osamu by manga dead apple illustrator  !!  @gun_zi on twt 

> pls like/reblog if you use/save :( <3

[rosengoddess]

Poisons, a study: Atropa Belladonna

Warning: please do not attempt any reckless behaviour displayed in this fic, unless you're dazai osamu from bsd, you will most likely perish from copying whatever foolish thing he does

#1. Atropine Belladonna, commonly known as deadly nightshade or simply belladonna

Symptoms includes — nausea, vomiting, slurred speech, hallucination, among other things, though it heavily depends on the dosage and person consuming it.

Often enough, the belladonna fruit is mistaken for black grapes, making it easy enough to slip into unsuspecting people's food and though sweet-tasting, even the slightest bit is strong enough to paralyse and kill.

He should know, of course; he has ventured into tasting and utilising the toxins, both for the sake of scientific curiosity and to see if it will benefit him in the future.

He recalls sitting in his room, a couple of the berries in his hand while a pack of Physostigmine Salicylate Injection lays beside him. The latter as an antidote for the poison since physostigmine reverse the effect of  anticholinergic, a chemical which belladonna produces.

He recalls humming as he takes a look at the fruit, popping it into his mouth as if its nothing more than candy. Fingers reaching to grab at the syringe, wrapping around it as he slowly waits for the toxin to kick in.

What he physically notices first is the sudden heat of the room, as if his blood has been set ablaze, and he begins to flush red. It's nothing really new but it begins to becoming uncomfortable when his vision begins to blur and distort, not alike when he's drunk out of his mind or when he gets too high to retain consciousness. It's more like a dizziness that won't go away, unbalancing his body and forcing him to close his eyes if he doesn't want to throw up from nausea. He gives it a couple more minutes, half an hour having already passed him by. 

Clenching his hands around the syringe despite the weakness, he brings it up to his arm and wearily blinks his eyes open. Still to dizzy to focus, vision too distorted to be of any use to him, yet he attempts to persevere, almost stabbing himself with the syringe as he injects the antidote.

What comes after is a blur, he doesn't recall much nor does he think any memory would be of much use to him. He faintly recalls removing the syringe from his arm as his eyes flutter close, tiredly.

He hears a voice but its nothing he pays much attention, his brain seemingly turned into a puddle of nothing as he slowly drifts, phantom hands over his arms and legs, his throat constricting before relaxing and all consciousness is gone after that.

He's still alive after that, so he counts the experiment a success, deeming it interesting to try on any future... prisoners, if you could call them that.

Besides, what's a scientific study if you don't find out the statistical possibilities of its potential use.

[rosengoddess]

Poisons, a study: Prologue

There are various types of poisons which can be divided into three broad categories; Agricultural, Industrial and Biological. Those can then be sub-categorised into injested and inhaled. Different poisons have their own specified uses, agricultural poisons like herbicides are used to weed out plants however high doses of particular chemicals are able to produce muscular and neurological symptoms. As for industrial poisons, those would refer to air pollutants like carbon monoxide which induces symptoms like nausea, drowsiness and weakness.

Last but not least, Biological poisons. Conveniently segregated into three major categories; microbial toxins, zootoxins and phytotoxins - toxins produced by plants. The last of which is highly romanticised in all forms of medias and the somewhat easiest to eliminate traces of, or at least, the easiest to explain away.

To put it simply, it's his favourite sort of poisons to play around with. Particularly Belladonna and Hemlock. Although he'd usually play it safe by toying with the former rather than the latter due to its lack of known antidotes.

[annaxbolina]

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[glitterberry]

“I’ve kissed the lips of death so fervently that his taste lingers in my mouth.”

@rosengoddess

[glitterberry]

“I’ve kissed the lips of death so fervently that his taste lingers in my mouth.”

@rosengoddess

[rosengoddess]

Cigarette

This is a continuation of ‘Occupy’, a minimalistic skk fic focusing on thoughts and cigarettes. 

AO3 Link for ‘Cigarette’

Hiding in the shadow like some sort of fugitive was something he had not expected to do at any point of time in his life – despite the numerous illegal situations he finds himself in. Yet here he was, hidden away in an alleyway, smoking a cigarette after being refused one for an entire week.

 Then again, it wasn’t as if he was addicted to the thing, it was merely an object of entertainment meant to pass time with. Something he used to occupy his mouth when there is nothing left but disgustingly sweet candies given by Elise.

 But regardless, he had his cigarette and that was all that matters till he was –

 “So that’s where you were.”

 Speak of the devil and he shall arrive.

 Lips curled into a ghost of a smile, he twirled the cigarette between the cigarette, watching as bits of embers fell from the tip. He had no excuse to give, nor will he even attempt to, there was no point after all. Instead,

 “You have the nose of a bloodhound to be able to sniff me out, huh.”

There was no verbal response aside from the roll of the redhead’s eyes. Dazai sighed, leaning back against the wall, holding back the instinctual shiver that arose from the subsequential chill. He watch from the corner of his eye as Chuuya relaxed slightly, shoulders no longer stiff as he approached carefully, avoiding the puddles of water in fear of getting his shoes dirty.

 Continual watching made his chest squeeze, wondering how the redhead could be such a contradiction. Be it his actions, his instincts or his words. He could be gentle, a strange serenity he could never grasp, taking it slow and careful, yet he could be harsh, brash with his fist, his language and his impatience. It hurts his head to think too much about Chuuya, understanding him superficially versus understanding who he is.

 “Oi, you okay? Damn it why did you run out, if you really wanted a smoke you could’ve just ask me and I’d have covered for you.”

 While he was lost in his own thoughts, it seemed that Chuuya had stopped in front of him, a mixture of frustration and worry swirling in his eyes. Something left his mouth, a hollow laugh as he lifted a hand to cup one side of Chuuya’s face.

 “Maybe if you try a little, I’ll be okay.”

 Offering the cig over to Chuuya, he watch as he hesitated, eyes flitting to glance at Dazai for a split moment before it was snatched away, the redhead stuffing the cig into his mouth without any elegance, like a novice who wanted to prove something.

 Instead all he got was a cough as he pulled the cig from his lips, choking on the haze of white as he tried to catch his breath. Dazai, with some semblance of pity, offered to take the cig from him, returning with a couple of mints in exchange. It was accepted with gratitude, or at least it seems to be, with how quickly it was taken from him and popped into the latter’s mouth.

 Then something took over him, dropping the cig to the floor he pulled at Chuuya’s collar, pulling him closer, watching as Chuuya’s expressions flickered between being startled and acceptance, eyes fluttering as he pressed closer.

 He doesn’t know how long it was before they pulled apart, heaving slightly as they backed into opposite walls. Explaining what just happened would be difficult, not that he want to know why either of them did it anyways. Instead he opted for the next best option,

 “Time to return before Mori send out for men looking for us.”

[rosengoddess]

Perhaps it's the knowledge of something within him, decomposing as time passes by him, leaving part of what can be once considered human nothing more than a shattered fragment of bygone days.

Every step in the light burns him, lighting his skin up in a blaze of pain, eyes barely able to fully open with how bright it is.

He often wonders how anyone could bear being out in the open for so long, acting to be nothing more than evil disguised as shameless innocence. Those who look upon another and see only their appearance and not their hidden agendas, he finds them truly naive. Fellows with nothing more than complete trust in their surrounding, trapped in their own bubble of ignorance.

He doesn't understand their humanity then and he doesn't fully understand them now.

He once tried to understand, keeping to the shadows are he watched children - ones who never had to be subjected to the horrors of hell - as they played. They welcomed one another with open arms, unassuming and ignorant of the dangers and one by one, they disappeared. Taken by strangers, gone to the wind, never to be seen again.

He didn't see any reason to help them, not now, not then. It wasn't that they deserved it, but rather it was none of his business. He has long distanced himself from humanity and he wasn't about to stop for a bunch of strangers.

At least, until he met Nakahara Chuuya.

He was... as much an enigma as one could get. Neither truly human nor is he truly a monster. He was something he couldn't completely understand, be it his love for humanity or his desire to assimilate into human society.

He has tried understanding the redhead however even the former had no real reason for his love of humans except for what he called his innate gut feelings.

But as much as he was confused by the redhead, it only made him yearn to know more. To pick apart the fundamentals of the creature called Chuuya until he knew everything and anything he could possibly find out.

It started simply by befriending him, getting close to him, talking to him. And one wrong move sent him spiralling, foot slipping and he takes a tumble into the bottomless void.

He becomes enamored, ensnared by Chuuya, caught in an intricate web of truth, lies and reality. His unknown origins, his reasons for living, his struggles, his humanity.

Everything was interconnected for the redhead, interdependent and soon he found he couldn't extract himself from the hole he has gotten himself stuck in. Finding himself falling deeper and deeper each day.

Normal chats end up becoming long nights, stuck in one another's arms, legs intertwined beneath sheets.

And despite knowing the deeper he delve, the further he drowns in that sweet poison, he continues on. Knowing full well that the suffering and the burden he has to carry, the knowledge he has accumulated over his lifetime, will end with the gentlest touch and a loving embrace.

He has once told Chuuya, "I've kissed the lips of death so fervently that his taste lingers in my mouth."

Only to be met with confusion.

Nights turned to days and somehow or rather he ends up divulging his own truths, sharpened fangs and the taste for something more than human food.

And he regrets nothing.

Not when he is chased, hunted by love and destroyed by his own mortal fallacy.

And he dies with a smile on his lips and as hoped, in the warm embrace of the redhead.

[rosengoddess]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: flangst, Kitsune AU Summary:

Most people look but not see, blinded by what’s already in front of them yet never daring to look closer and notice the reality behind it all. Behind every beautiful thing lies a history and this place is one of them. Aside from the waterfall, the glistening blue river beneath and the lush cliffs surrounding, it may seem idyllic now but once it was a stage filled with tragedy.

[twelfthremedy]

The Signs as Different Types of Witches

Aries: Fire Witch, Urban Witch, Draconian Witch

Taurus: Kitchen Witch, Animal Witch, Forest Witch

Gemini: Divination Witch, Dream Witch, Music Witch

Cancer: Lunar Witch, Sea Witch, Hearth Witch

Leo: Elemental Witch, Seasonal Witch, Pop-Culture Witch

Virgo: Green Witch, Traditional Witch, Solitary Witch

Libra: Empath Witch, Literary Witch, Air Witch

Scorpio: Nocturnal Witch, Techno Witch, Chaos Witch

Sagittarius: Solar Witch, Artistic Witch, Cottage Witch

Capricorn: Earth Witch, Practical Witch, Energy Witch

Aquarius: Astronomical Witch, Hedge Witch, Storm Witch

Pisces: Water Witch, Fae Witch, Crystal Witch

[moon-fish-ghost]

Some SKK casual wear outfit studies (tempted to make a SKK fashion zine...)

[fandomfanaticworld]

I am absolutely living for the art in the BSD Beast manga

I mean just look at this masterpiece:

soukoku be lookin' hella good

also the way the characters are drawn makes it look like they're wearing eyeliner and I am all for that

Dazai:

pls feed me more mafia boss!dazai

Akutagawa:

he looks oddly adorable like this

Atsushi:

he looks so badass uwu

Bonus Soukoku:

ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ⁻

you can just feel the sexual tension

[lunloo]

Chuuya: Hey, can I get a sip of that water?

Dazai: It's not water

Chuuya: Vodka? I like your styl-

Dazai: It's vinegar

Chuuya: What...?

Dazai: It's vinegar. Pussy

[mr-little-cloud]

Unfortunately, I'm alive :'D

[liyuebeats-deactivated20240118]

Fifteen years old Dazai Osamu who wanted to do nothing but to commit suicide thought life is worth giving a shot after meeting Chuuya Nakahara and I think that's some soulmate shit

[3rdgymbros]

Atsushi: If you could wake up tomorrow, having gained any one quality or ability what would it be?

Chuuya: Well, not to steal from the Bible; but turning water into wine sounds pretty good.