#ajax writes

[saturnsconstellation]

Barty: “hello? It’s Barty”

Evan: “What did he do now?”

Barty: “what? No- Evan, it’s Barty!”

Evan: “oh”

Evan: “what did you do now?”

[ethereallroses]

a long overdue intro post,,

general/identity

heyy, i’m ajax! i’m seventeen, and i’ve got wayy too much free time—

i am a trans man, please only use he/him when referring to me!

i like bungou stray dogs, neon genesis evangelion, as well as classical and contemporary japanese literature and lingustics!

some of my favorite books are;

- no longer human (dazai osamu)

- self portraits (dazai osamu)

- japanese tales of mystery and imagination (edogawa ranpo)

- breasts and eggs (kawakami mieko)

- kafka on the shore (murakami haruki)

- the brothers karamazov (fyodor dostoyevsky)

- manazuru (kawakami hiromi)

my favorite bsd character (and irl counterpart) is dazai, so expect frequent art of him! i own a majority of his translated works and the hyperfixation only grows i fear,, i also love ango, oda, ranpo and so many more characters!

my account

i mainly post my digital paintings and sketches on here! most of what i draw makes it on here, especially dazai content,, organization is a WIP, but most of my art can be viewed under the tag #my art

i'm getting back into writing fan fiction! all works advertised on tumblr will be tagged with #ajaxwrites

interacting with me!

i love receiving asks and dms, so please don’t be shy! i do not do paid commission work, however im happy to take art requests in my asks! i like making mutuals, so feel free to ask if you would like to be moots! i love meeting people here :)

dni + general boundaries

- typical dni criteria (racist, sexist, homophobic/transphobic ectt..)

- if you are somebody who participates in ‘cvtspo’ content, or generally speaks positively of sh, i wish you well, but please do not interact with my account. that is not something i am comfortable seeing.

- anyone who posts primarily nsfw or fetish content without appropriate warnings

- proshippers

i think that’s it for now, thank you for visiting my page! common tags of mine below!

(last updated: 6/26/25)

[lucaasunn]

☆ do you want somebody (like i want somebody) ☆

koga oogami x gn!reader

word count: 1.9k words

info: fluff, probably inaccurate lore, reader isnt in the idol course but also not a regular student or producer, maybe counts as a song fic ☾ditto - newjeans☽, npc friends that i couldn't think up good names for whoops, minor language near the end.

a/n: i wrote this while at a cousin’s house HELP. this is purely self indulgent because i’ve been thinking about newjeans recently LMAO.

You can remember every moment you’ve shared with Koga ever since you first met back in your first year at Yumenosaki. His ups, his downs, and everything in between, you were there for it all. You remember comforting him whenever Rei used to go overseas, and eventually DEADMANZ’s disbandment. He always tried to be so indifferent, but you could always tell. Of course you could. He would never let anyone see him like this but you. You supported his impulsive B1 DreFes performances, even if you did get in trouble with the council. You can remember the scolding you two would receive from Keito. Your other friends would always see you sulking when you got to your building afterwards. Everything he did, you were always by his side.

Of course, Koga was always there for you too. Whenever he could, he would make it to your practices. When he did, you never really got any progress done. You would always goof off before he “scolds” you for not being on task. and then he proceeds to distract you further. You’ve had to ban him from the practice rooms a few times. In the middle of your own performances, you could always see him somewhere in the crowd. Every time you walked onto the stage, you would scan the crowd to find him. He found out and would purposefully blend in and make you scan even harder. If you never saw him, he would come up to you after your performance and boast about his “win”.

As the years passed with him, you started to view him differently. Your heart would start to beat faster around him. You could feel your face bloom into warmth when you would accidentally brush hands. You’ve spent nights thinking about his touch, how it would feel to hold his slightly callused hands. And since when did you start staring at his lips when you walked together? You would rant to the friends who shared the same course as you.

“That is seriously sappy. You are so head over heels for him,” Shuntaro teased. You glared at him before you heard another voice speak up.

“Literally! It sounds like it came straight out of a romance novel!”, Hikari exclaimed. You groaned, feeling the heat creep back up your cheeks. You really didn’t want to admit it, but it was very obvious to everyone.

You’re in love with Koga Oogami, your best friend.

“HnhnhnnnggAAAAHH!! God I hate this… I don’t know what to do…”, you complain, your hands gripping the sides of your head before dropping them. You prop one of your arms on the table where the three of you sat, resting your head in your hand.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe just go up to him and tell him you like him?”, Shuntaro suggested, a teasing grin lying on his face. You and Hikari turn to face him, you staring at him with a deadpan expression, and Hikari looking at him as if he murdered someone.

“Dude, they can’t just do that! This is their best best friend. They can’t just casually walk up to him and say ‘Hey, I like you and have liked you since the start of our second year!’”, she argues for you, but you shake your head.

“No no, he’s right. But I’m not doing that. No way,” you look at Hikari, a small almost apologetic smile on your face. She nods. Silence washes over the three of you, not that you minded too much. It takes a bit, but finally someone spoke.

“So, how do you plan on confessing to him?”, Hikari asked you. You didn’t really give the confession much thought. You told yourself that you’d find a way to do it later constantly, even before this conversation, but you never did. you thought about it harder. You want something direct, but still romantic. not abrupt, but not beating around the bush.

What can bridge the two together, you wonder.

“Heeeeyyy, you still there??” Hikari waves a hand in front of your eyes while you blink, focus back on your friends.

“My bad.. I thought about it for a little bit, but I think I have an idea.” You motion for them to lean in and whisper in their ears.

——————

God this was so stupid. That was the most cliché thing you ever thought of. But it’s too late to go back. Your friends are rooting for you now, and you are not chickening out.

Walking next to Koga, you could feel your heart beat out of your chest. You’re not sure what exactly it is. Is it just your feelings for him or is it the anxiety of confessing? The nervousness of messing up your dream scenario? The uncertainty of your best friend becoming your boyfriend or said best friend rejecting you and slowly drifting away afterward? You wish someone could tell you.

Despite all the nerves in your body telling you not to, you managed to ask Koga to wait for you by the front of the school.

“Huh? why d’ya need me to do that? miss me walkin’ you home?”, he teases, leaning forward slightly. You can’t deny that. He has been busy the past few months that you haven’t had time to do so. Still, you jokingly push him away.

“That doesn’t matter right now. I just need you-“ “Hah! You didn’t deny it!” You were cut off short by Koga. You can feel the familiar heat return to your cheeks. This man can be so annoying, but you won’t lie, it was kinda cute.

“If you could let me FINISH, I just need you to meet me there. It’s something important.”

“What’s so important that you need me there? Can’tcha just text or call me?”

All of a sudden your nerves are telling you to back out. To tell him never mind. To keep your relationship the way it is. Don’t ruin it.

“I.. I just need you there, kay?”, you mustered out. He looked at you, admittedly confused, but he left it alone. Whatever it was, he’ll find out later anyway. The two of you make it to the gate and part ways to your respective buildings.

Once you’re sure he’s out of sight, you open your bag, peeking inside before reaching in. You grab a pristine envelope, a paw print sticker sealing the flap shut. You check for any folds or wrinkles, relieved to find none.

‘Even in the worst case scenario, I can at least hope he at least appreciates the effort.’, you thought to yourself sarcastically.

After school came a lot faster than you thought it would. The confession was plaguing you all day, and it was obvious. At least to your friends. You kept thinking of the possible outcomes. Thousands. Thousands of outcomes came to you, some more unrealistic than others.

To say you were anxious was an understatement. But still, you trudged on anyway. You made your way to the front of the main building. It wasn’t difficult to spot Koga, but it was difficult to reach him. The wave of students walking up to friends or leaving made it harder than you thought to get to him him. Still, you made it.

“There ‘ya are. Took ‘ya forever to get here.”

“Not my fault my building is further away from the main building. Besides, don’t you see the sea of other students? I had to weave my way around just to get here!”, you complained. You should’ve thought about this more. There’s way too many people around.

“Well ‘ya should’ve-“ “Yeah, I know, I know. Tell you to meet me somewhere else. Well now we’re going to that somewhere else, okay?” Before he could answer, you grab his hand and run back into the building. You were too focused on getting somewhere private that you didn’t realize that the two of you had intertwined fingers, a pink flush prominent on Koga’s face.

You finally made it to an empty hallway. You let go of his hand. You both take a second to catch your breath.

“What was that for?!”, he yelled.

“I know I said this was important, but I forgot to mention this is also private.”

“Well what is it? I’ve got no clue as ‘ta what this could be.” The question you dreaded, but had also been anticipating for so long. You reach into your bag and hand him the letter.

“To the idiot receiving this letter,

I hope you know I put my whole heart and soul into this.

As you know, we’ve been friends ever since the start of our time at Yumenosaki. Everyday I’ve spent with you has made my life so much better, even if I don’t say it out loud. You’ve been there for me through every important event in not only my performing career, but in my life.

As the days have passed, however, I couldn’t help but feel different around you. I didn’t know what it was at first. I just thought that maybe stage fright was getting to me, since I had a show that week. but it never went away. It only grew. When I sat down to think about it, it all clicked.

My heart would skip beats every time you were near me. I started actively looking to impress you, even in more mundane situations. I looked your way much more than I ever did before. When I lay in bed at night, my thoughts were always filled with you.

My feelings for you, like the memories we share, have grown so big.

I’m in love with you, Koga Oogami.

From,

[name]”

He looked over the letter for what felt like an eternity. The entire time he read it, you couldn’t even look at him. You looked anywhere but him. The silence between you was deafening. He finally spoke up, but he didn’t say anything you expected.

“Say it.”

“..Huh?”

“Say it.”

Out of all the outcomes and scenarios you had envisioned, you never thought he would say this.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to make me say?” You tilt your head in confusion.

“And you call me an idiot. I’m sayin’ to tell me what you wrote to me. Directly. I want ‘ya to.”

And all of sudden, you’re stunned. Your face flushes at his words. Never in a million years did you think this would happen.

“I… I’m in love with you, Koga Oogami.” You feel his callused hands grab hold of yours.

“I’m in love with you too, [name, last name]. ‘Have been for so long.”

You really feel like you’re in heaven. Hesitantly, you go to cup his face, searching for any signs of refusal. Instead, he looks at you with an unfamiliar, yet all too familiar look of tenderness in his eyes. His golden eyes. You always thought they were beautiful.

Subconsciously, you and Koga leaned your faces in closer. Before you knew it, you closed your eyes shut and felt a pair of lips against yours. You've dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it's a reality. His lips fit perfectly against yours, just as you had hoped. You could feel his arms wrap around you, as if ensuring you wouldn’t pull away too early.

Finally, he pulls his lips away from yours. You take a minute to just gaze at him lovingly before cracking and snickering. It isn’t long before he joins too.

“What? We both just confessed to each other and now you’re laughing? Damn.”, he says in between laughs.

“God this was so fucking cheesy.”, You chuckle out.

You wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[ethereallroses]

aaaughh i'm so ill for buraiha trio angst--

new fic from ango's perspective, 2.1k words!

Where He Used to Sit

[ethereallroses]

yippee i can still write !!

AO3

small (2k words) dazai character study/one shot, for anyone interested <3

[saturnsconstellation]

I have a question for the neurodivergent people on this app.

As someone who likes to write characters as accurately as possible, I’d like to make an inquiry to the community.

[saturnsconstellation]

Whoever guesses the context to this gets to ask me an embarrassing question.

[saturnsconstellation]

“Maryyyyy!” Was the first thing that Mary heard as soon as she disembarked the Hogwarts express, her third school year waiting ahead of her. She wished this year would go calmly, compared to her last, but the manic grin and wild green eyes that greeted her as she debarked confirmed that her expectations were were bound to be fruitless.

“Crouch.” She grumbled, rolling her eyes at the second year adorned with the green and silver tie that distinguished his house from hers. Barty hadn’t changed one bit, she noticed; his hair was unruly and broken — caused by his habit of pulling on the roots, — his teeth were still crooked and yellow-ish and his eyes still promised caos. Typical. “I see you haven’t done much changing.”

Barty barked out a harsh laugh, and Mary fought to suppress a grin. Merlin, he was insufferable; “Awww! I’m glad you’ve been paying attention to me enough to notice I haven’t changed,” he feigned commotion, and Mary felt relieved that her skin hid the fact that she was blushing mad, “Well,” Barty continued, taking a few steps forward and stationing himself right beside her, “I suppose you haven’t changed either, as lovely as ever.”

“Piss off, Crouch.”

“But my lovely Rosemary,” Barty intertwined their arms and grabbed her luggage. Then — even tho he was a foot shorter — forced her to walk in direction of the castle, “How then would I accompany you to our beloved school?”

“I don’t need your help!” Mary tried to fight back, earning a few laughs from other passing students; Gods, she just wanted to push Barty to the ground and punch him until his teeth straightened. He deserved it, oh Merlin, he deserved it. Mary abruptly pushed him off; watching with a satisfied smile how he tumbled backwards, “I can carry my own stuff,” She announced, brushing dust off her skirt, “And don’t call me Rosemary, it’s a terrible name. Now I believe we both have somewhere to go, so get lost.”

Mary hoped she sounded as threatening as she felt, and her hopes were skyrocketing for the first five seconds in which Barty was utterly speechless. Until, of course, he let out the loudest, craziest laugh Mary had ever heard. Then her hopes were shattered and annihilated, and she felt like a confused toddler watching as the adults laughed at a joke she didn’t get.

Barty made her feel like a toddler, which was completely ridiculous considering she was not one but two years older than him.

“Oh Mary,” he wheezed. Mary expected an explanation, but it never came; instead, the younger boy kept walking — legs wobbly because of the meaningless laughs he’d let out occasionally.

Once he was long gone, Mary grabbed her case from the floor; sighing as she did so.

Whatever. Who cares about peace and quiet anyways?

(This was not proof-read lol)

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