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lilyetthefish

Also another [older] sketch, this isnt normally how i draw his face but i kinda like it. also Dazai body headcanon

bsd-bibliophile

When I’m at home, I’m forever making jokes. Let’s say it’s a case of needing to wear Dante’s ‘mask of merriment’ precisely because there are so many things that trigger the 'anguish in the heart.’ Actually though, it’s not only when I’m home. Whenever I’m with people, no matter how great my mental or physical suffering, I try desperately to create a happy atmosphere. It’s only when I’m with people. It’s the same when I’m writing. When I’m feeling down, I make an effort to write light, enjoyable stories. My only intention in doing so is to render the greatest possible service to my readers, but there are those who don’t understand this. 'That Dazai fellow’s awfully frivolous these days,’ they sneer. 'He tries to garner readers simply by being amusing; he doesn’t put any effort into his writing at all.’ Is there something evil about serving people? Is putting on airs, never cracking a smile, such a virtuous thing?

Dazai Osamu, “Cherries” from Self Portraits

lilyetthefish

When the life falls apart, draw Dazai he has been my comfort boy through the war

buffytheyaoislayer

soukoku <3

close ups in reblogs

#theyre everything #guhhh

jjkginny

🫐 dazai bf head-canons:

armed detective agency dazai as your boyfriend

𓂃⋆.˚ dazai is much softer than people give him credit for, but most of that softness is hidden underneath layers of jokes, deflection, and deliberate nonsense. if you’re dating him, you’ll quickly learn that he rarely says exactly what he’s feeling. instead, he shows it in a hundred small ways that are easy to miss if you aren’t paying attention.

𓂃⋆.˚ he’ll make fun of you constantly, but never in a way that actually hurts. teasing is one of the main ways he shows affection. if he stops teasing you altogether, that’s usually when you should start worrying.

𓂃⋆.˚ he pays attention to everything. absolutely everything. dazai notices details most people would never pick up on, and when it comes to you, that ability becomes even more ridiculous. he’ll remember things you’ve mentioned once in passing months ago and casually bring them up later as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

𓂃⋆.˚ constantly talks nonsense about double s*icide, but he could never actually see you die. his whole existence would shatter into a thousand pieces. now that you’re his soulmate he thinks he’s finally found a reason to live, and although that may sound terrifying to him, he loves the idea of living happily with you.

𓂃⋆.˚ if you tell him your favorite snack, he’ll somehow always have it around. if you mention a place you’ve always wanted to visit, he’ll remember. if you tell him about a childhood memory, don’t be surprised when he references it weeks later.

𓂃⋆.˚ one of the biggest signs that he loves you is that he genuinely listens. dazai spends most of his life pretending not to care about things, but when you’re talking about something important to you, he becomes surprisingly attentive. he’ll ask questions, remember details, and bring the topic back up later because he actually wanted to hear the answer.

𓂃⋆.˚ he loves having you close, although he’d never describe it that way. he’ll casually sit beside you on a couch even when there are plenty of empty seats. he’ll lean against your shoulder while reading. he’ll find excuses to occupy the same space as you without openly admitting that’s what he’s doing.

𓂃⋆.˚ physical affection with him feels natural rather than dramatic. he’ll take your hand while you’re walking and act like he didn’t even think about it. he’ll drape himself across your shoulder while complaining about work. he’ll absentmindedly play with your fingers during conversations without realizing he’s doing it.

𓂃⋆.˚ sometimes you’ll catch him looking at you when he thinks you’re distracted. not in an intense way. more like he’s quietly observing, making sure you’re okay, enjoying the fact that you’re there. the second you notice, he’ll immediately ruin the moment by making some ridiculous joke.

𓂃⋆.˚ despite how playful he is, there are moments where you can see how tired he really is. dazai carries a lot more than he lets people know, and occasionally that exhaustion slips through the cracks. on those days, he tends to stay close to you without necessarily talking much.

𓂃⋆.˚ he doesn’t like being vulnerable. even after falling in love, vulnerability doesn’t suddenly become easy for him. there will be moments where he almost opens up, changes his mind halfway through, and makes a joke instead. learning how to read between the lines becomes part of loving him.

𓂃⋆.˚ if you’re having a bad day, he notices immediately. he might pretend not to at first, but suddenly he’ll start trying much harder to make you smile. he’ll send you stupid messages, show you ridiculous videos, or deliberately act like an idiot just to hear you laugh.

𓂃⋆.˚ dazai understands pain better than most people. because of that, he’s surprisingly gentle when you’re hurting. he won’t force you to talk if you don’t want to. he’ll simply stay with you until you’re ready.

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s the type of person who remembers exactly how you take your coffee, exactly what kind of weather you like, exactly what expression you make when you’re annoyed, and exactly what tone of voice means something is wrong.

𓂃⋆.˚ he loves hearing you laugh. genuinely loves it. there are moments where he’ll stop talking for a second just to watch you smile, and although he’ll immediately cover it with another joke, you can tell it affected him.

𓂃⋆.˚ despite all his flirting, he’s actually much more sincere than people expect when he’s in a real relationship. the flirting becomes less about impressing you and more about making you smile.

𓂃⋆.˚ one of the most intimate things dazai can do is simply be honest. not clever. not manipulative. not performing. just honest. those moments are rare, but when they happen, they mean more than any grand romantic gesture ever could.

𓂃⋆.˚ loving dazai often means realizing that the happiest moments for him aren’t dramatic ones. they’re the quiet moments when you’re sitting together doing absolutely nothing. because after spending so much of his life feeling disconnected from people, having someone whose company genuinely brings him peace is something he treasures more than he’ll ever admit.

port mafia dazai as your boyfriend

𓂃⋆.˚ port mafia dazai is much more difficult to understand. he’s younger, colder, and far more convinced that nobody can truly reach him. if you’re dating him, then somehow you’ve managed to become one of the very few exceptions.

𓂃⋆.˚ unlike agency dazai, he doesn’t openly seek comfort. in fact, he’d probably rather throw himself off a building (literally) than admit he needs emotional support. but he’ll still end up gravitating toward you without realizing it.

𓂃⋆.˚ he spends a lot of time simply being around you. he won’t necessarily explain why. sometimes he’ll sit in the same room while you’re doing something completely unrelated. sometimes he’ll show up unannounced and act as though it was perfectly normal.

𓂃⋆.˚ his version of affection is often hidden inside ordinary moments. he’ll bring you something he knows you like and pretend it wasn’t intentional. he’ll remember details about your schedule. he’ll notice when you’re exhausted and casually suggest that you get some sleep as if the thought had only just occurred to him.

𓂃⋆.˚ he’s still incredibly teasing, but the teasing feels more personal because he pays such close attention to everything about you. unfortunately for you, that means he knows exactly which comments will make you flustered.

𓂃⋆.˚ dazai is frighteningly observant, and when he cares about someone, that observation becomes even more intense. you’ll mention wanting something once and he’ll remember. you’ll casually talk about a childhood memory and months later he’ll reference it out of nowhere.

𓂃⋆.˚ he doesn’t trust people. that’s probably the biggest thing to understand about him. trust is difficult for him even under normal circumstances, and during his mafia years it’s even worse. because of that, every piece of vulnerability he gives you matters.

𓂃⋆.˚ if he falls asleep near you, it means something.

𓂃⋆.˚ if he tells you what’s actually bothering him, it means something.

𓂃⋆.˚ if he lets you see him on one of his bad days instead of disappearing, it means something.

𓂃⋆.˚ he isn’t naturally reassuring with words. if you’re insecure about something, he’s more likely to show his affection through actions than through long emotional conversations.

𓂃⋆.˚ he’ll quietly solve problems for you before you even know they exist. he’ll make things easier without drawing attention to the fact that he’s doing it.

𓂃⋆.˚ there are times when you catch glimpses of how young he actually is beneath everything else. moments where the strategist, the executive, and the terrifying prodigy disappear for a second and he’s just a teenager who looks exhausted. those moments usually happen late at night when neither of you has the energy to pretend anymore.

𓂃⋆.˚ despite how detached he acts, he becomes very attached to the people who genuinely matter to him. he just expresses it differently. instead of asking for attention, he’ll suddenly appear beside you. instead of telling you he missed you, he’ll find some excuse to spend time with you.

𓂃⋆.˚ if someone hurts you, his reaction is honestly a little terrifying. not because he loses control, but because he actually doesn’t. dazai is at his most dangerous when he’s calm. in any case, he’s so scary that you could see him in your nightmares.

𓂃⋆.˚ one thing that stays true across every version of him is that he wants to be understood. he might act like he doesn’t care, but he does. probably more than he should. if you’re one of the few people who sees through the masks and chooses to stay anyway, that becomes something incredibly precious to him.

𓂃⋆.˚ loving port mafia dazai means loving someone who doesn’t really know what to do with being loved back. someone who expects people to leave eventually, who keeps parts of himself locked away, and who constantly acts like nothing affects him. but it also means being loved by someone who notices everything about you, remembers everything you say, and quietly makes space for you in a life where almost nobody else is allowed to get close.

osamusghxst

I need a minific of the reader giving dazai a flower. He doesn't look like he receives them ofte.

he definitely doesn't receive flowers nearly as often as he should, considering he hands them out constantly.

A bouquet is sitting neatly on your desk, beautifully arranged, and you didn't necessarily know who exactly was getting them for you, but you had a hunch. It's compiled of luscious petals, fully bloomed and vibrant hues of pinks, yellows, whites, and the deep green of the leaves contrasting expertly against them. You sigh, wistful, seeing these mysterious flowers pop up every now and then, no one bothering to fess up on if they did it - alas, it's a case you don't intend to solve if it meant continuing to be greeted with a fresh bundle to make your day brighter.

"These look lovelier than the last," Kyouka remarks, leaning over to peek at each individual flower. She leans in a bit closer to bury her nose in them, inhaling deeply at the sweet scent, and sighs heavily. "You still haven't found out who is giving them to you?" You shake your head, still wearing your grateful smile, fingers coming out to gingerly mess with the blue ribbon neatly tied around the vase.

"No, but I don't mind. Whoever is gifting them to me must know I love them regardless to keep doing so," you blush slightly, the realization hitting you that you have a secret admirer, and you have never felt more special.

"Oh, wouldn't you look at that," Fukuzawa stops long enough to admire your flowers as well, hands tucked away in his draping sleeves, and he exchanges a friendly smile with you. "Another bouquet? You must be quite loved." He bows his head to both you and Kyouka before stepping away, preparing for a client meeting, and letting that comment settle in your bones. It is the fourth month in a row that you have received these gorgeous gifts two to three times a week, and you haven't been able to figure out who has been doing it - again, you have a theory, but it isn't solid. Baseless, really.

"I wish someone would give me flowers," she pouts, her semi-monotonous voice changing in tone to reflect her envy. While it is said in passing, a mere outward thought, it does spark a bit of an idea for you, a way to try to see if you can find your admirer. As you mull it over, clicking your pen, a candid tune whistles its way into the room, belonging to the agency's troublemaker, hands in his pockets as he strolls in, and his feet automatically carry over to your desk, just as they do every other day.

"Oh, sweetheart, these are stunning!" Dazai sings, taking a longing look at your bouquet, and you watch the side of his face as small smile forms on his lips, and his eyes visibly soften, flickering in your direction. "Someone seems to have a huge crush on you." He chuckles, standing back up straight and leaning against the edge. You gaze up at him, head tilting, the corner of your mouth turning up some.

"Mr. Dazai, you're a good detective," Kyouka turns to face him, garnering his full attention. "Do you think you can help us find out who is gifting the flowers to them?" She gestures to the vase, looking at him expectantly, as if he has all the answers in the world. He hums, eyes sliding toward the soft petals, then back to her, avoiding you entirely.

"I'm sure if I set a trap, I could catch the culprit easy," he entertains, finally locking gazes with you, and something about him seems... lighter lately. His cheeks have more color somehow. "Would you like me to find out for you?" You shake your head.

"No, I worry they'll stop," you murmur, sheepish, smile now shy. "I like them a lot, I'd hate for this to be the last time I receive them." His eyes flash momentarily before closing, bowing his head toward you.

"But of course. I'd hate for that to happen to you too."

The next day comes, and you decide to enact your plan, stopping by the flower shop before work, and getting the prettiest flowers you could lay your eyes on. Upon stepping into the office, you're immediately met with a fresh new bouquet of the deepest shade of freshly cut red roses you have ever seen, and your cheeks flush to match. Suddenly, your peonies are meaningless. Your eyes dart to Ranpo, who is sitting at it his desk occupied by his handheld, leaning back in his chair, and you're well aware it's pointless to try asking if he knew anything - he's in his 'don't bother me' position.

"You brought flowers too?" Kyouka walks up to you, eyes glued to your bouquet, silently admiring how beautiful the blush pink is, itching to ask for one herself. You snap out of it, granting her a friendly grin as you carefully pluck one stem out, handing it to her.

"Yes, here's one for you, Miss Kyouka," you watch her already big eyes grow wider, hand hesitantly coming up to take it from you, before flashing you a grateful beam.

"Thank you so much! I'm gonna show Atsushi!" She takes off in the other direction, rushing up to her colleague's desk, and shows him the flower she has finally been granted. You can't help your gaze flitting off to the striking red bundle in the middle of the room, placed neatly on the corner of your desk, like all the others before; as always, there's no note, just a blue ribbon tied in a delicate bow around the crystal vase, and you wish you knew if this meant what you thought it did.

Again, it would have to wait, since you are on a mission to fluster the gifter as much as they've flustered you. You go around the agency, handing a peony to everyone present, watching all of their reactions closely, but no one is acting nearly to the level as you do every morning you have a new bouquet of flowers. You even ensured to give one to Ranpo and Fukuzawa, who both were pleased to receive such a thoughtful and pretty gift, but you already know it was neither of them - it'd be too suspicious if you excluded them.

Coincidentally, you were left with one flower left, everyone accounted for having one sitting on their desk or in a small vase. All except Dazai. As you do another once over of the room, you realize he isn't there, and your brows furrow at his absence, swearing you had seen him earlier while passing stems out; however, that mysterious enigma of a man is nowhere to be found.

You shuffle off toward the break room, peeking in, only to see a few straggling secretaries talking amongst themselves as they prepare their coffee, and you take that as your cue to continue on. You glance here and there in different rooms, not seeing lingering bodies, definitely not his, until you catch the door leader up the stairs to the roof is propped open at the end of the hall. Your steps quicken involuntarily, climbing the staircase to the top, and see that door is propped open too.

Carefully you push it open, ensuring it stays open, eyes roaming until you spot the familiar trenchcoat draped over his shoulders as his back faces you, seeming to be lost in thought while he sits on an elevated ledge. You quietly walk up to it, the flower behind your back, and peek up at him, seeing the side of his face, and he appears to be elsewhere completely.

"Hey, Dazai," you gently call, but he doesn't react, aside from a smile forming that you catch in real time.

"Hi, sweetheart," he responds, never tearing his eyes away from his view.

"What're you doing up here?"

"Wanted some fresh air, time to think," he finally turns his head to address you, extending his hand out to help you climb up to sit beside him. Once hoisted up, you huff under your breath, plopping down, and he eyes the flower between your fingers.

"I got your roses," you blurt, staring ahead, to make yourself seem as aloof as him. It's not a total shot in the dark, but it isn't a confident guess either.

"Roses?" He plays coy, leaning back on his palms, head falling back to stare up at the sky. "I'd never give you roses. They're overused, cliche. Practically meaningless." He lists off all the reasons why he would never dare to gift you a bouquet of roses, and your brow lifts, head whipping in his direction. "Those, my darling, are carnations." He corrects, tone dropping down to a soft quiet, and his head lulls back to face you. You falter, not expecting him to confess this quickly that he, in fact, has been your secret admirer. You had your doubts, considering he was so good at pretending he had no idea about them, the thought of him coming in early to have them ready before anyone else never crossing your mind since he is always late and meandering about.

"Don't fret, it can stay between us, and I can keep leaving you flowers," he reassures, batting his lashes, and your heart flutters. Your line of sight drops down to the remaining peony, twirling it gingerly between your fingers, and he hums. "And who is that for? Someone else becoming my competition?" He asks so easily, as if anyone could actually compare, let alone compete.

"No," you shake your head, scooting closer to him, snapping some of the length off the stem until it was a short nub. He watches you do this, the pieces being tossed to the side, then is struck dumb when he feels your fingers gently tuck the flower in his ear. He maintains his cool composure, but the blood rushing to his cheeks gives him away. "Perfect." You whisper, framing some pieces of his hair more, hoping to make it secure. "The color makes your eyes pop." You compliment, and his lips part, gearing up to say something corny, arrogant, or even gratitude, but he's at a loss.

"Don't fret if you see everyone else with these peonies," you mimic his turn of phrase, his suddenly bright amber irises scouring every centimeter of your features. "They're all for you. Reminding you of me whenever you see them in someone else's hand." You lightly tap his nose, and he runs short on breathing, the language of flowers turning on him now, you playing him at his own game, and that organ hidden in his chest that he can so easily control is erratic. "You look cute with flowers in your hair, Dazai. Maybe I'll make you a flower crown one day." You giggle, deciding his silence is a good segue to slip back to the ground, scurrying off before you could embarrass yourself or have him say anything too flustering.

His fingers come up to cautiously touch the petals, caught off guard, and he wants to figure out how exactly to preserve this peony to stay in perfect condition forever to keep wearing, just so you can look at him like he is the only thing you'd ever want to pick in field for the rest of his life.

cutie pie :(

-ghxst

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