#sandstormsfireandgrace

[kurodai-week]

just wanted to pop by to say we kurodai shippers are really blessed to have people who organize such great events! looking forward to the week!

Thank you so much @sandstormsfireandgrace! 

 It goes both ways! Everything wouldn't have been possible without the shippers' enthusiasm and the community's support, and we're lucky to have both of those from everyone! 

 Cheers to a great KuroDai Week 2020!!!

[catsbythegreat]

fanfic word ask thingy: shout and heart

shout: 

-"Chuuya!" Dazai shouted, to see what would happen. 

-Any doubts about whether or not Dazai was in his apartment were shattered when the door banged open and Dazai practically shouted, “Good morning, Chuuya!” 

heart: 

-Chuuya grabbed his suit jacket and yanked him back, and Dazai felt his heart sink in disappointment. 

-A gunshot rang out, a sound so unexpected in this situation that Dazai felt his heart leap into his throat.

-But Dazai didn’t know how, and he could barely think past the sensation of his heart beating too hard, like it was throwing itself against the cage of his ribs. 

-It reaches his heart, and every beat hurts.

send me a word and i’ll see if its in a fic wip

[fuckyeahasexual]

To the bi/ace anon: I find it super helpful to have a way to explain my romantic attraction to both genders, so I consider myself biromantic. 💕 your identity is totally your own, so you don't have to feel that way, but I definitely think you can be both bi and ace if that is what feels right to you! *hugs* (if you want a hug, that is)

I agree!

[hilow]

what do u think of halsey's new album ( + if you have listened to it do u think any of the songs are ymir/yumikuri songs)

I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! Devil in Me is a Ymir/Historia/Yumikuri song absolutely 😍90% of the rest of the album I’m using as Hitch songs for our band au oops (Heaven in Hiding and Walls Could Talk are my fave two)

[puzzle163]

kagehina + bakery au

“I’ve got yours all ready, the usual,” Kageyama said, pushing a bag of buns toward Hinata at the counter, who looked back at him incredulously.

“You memorized my order?”

“Don’t say that like it’s weird!!”

[catsbythegreat]

"i'd rather die than live in a world like this" + chuuya

The only comfort Chuuya had was that he could visit at least one grave. The Port Mafia didn’t get burial sites. They lived separate from the rest of society and their deaths passed unnoticed by the public at large. Bodies were often buried outside of the city in isolated areas, places where it was highly unlikely that someone would stumble upon a body. 

Chuuya didn’t know where Kouyou was buried. He didn’t know where Black LIzard’s bodies were. Kajii was dead. Akutagawa was still alive, barely. Mori had managed to get through the war. Dazai was dead. 

Whether he wanted to die or not, or whether his sacrifice was out of a pure change of heart, Chuuya couldn’t say. He hadn’t even seen Dazai in the last days of the conflict. 

It pissed him off, that Dazai got a place in a cemetery and everyone else was just gone. He wanted to pay his respects to everyone he cared about. He was stuck standing in front of Dazai’s grave, a hollow feeling in his chest that he couldn’t quite shake and his eyes burning. 

Strangely, he hadn’t cried. 

The people he wanted to kill were dead. He couldn’t make anyone pay for what they’d done--they were already gone. It was just him, staring at Dazai’s name carved in stone, his hat in his hand. There was not a single thing he could do. 

He didn’t speak. It wasn’t like Dazai could answer. There were questions he wanted to ask. There were things he wanted to apologize for, to the others. He wanted to apologize for not being a better leader, for saving their lives, for not being there in their final moments. The only person he’d seen die was Kouyou, and her blood still felt heavy on his hands even after she was gone. 

They had won Yokohama, but Chuuya had lost so much. The Port Mafia was a shell of what it had been. 

He remembered how Dazai had always chased after death. He’d never understood it before. There was nothing after death. Even if their lives were awful, there was still the possibility of things getting better. They had other people going through life with them. It never occurred to Chuuya that Dazai might feel alone. 

Chuuya felt alone now. Every minute, he was aware of how many people he’d lost. He felt like he had to carry on, as he always had, for the sake of the Port Mafia, but it was hard. He wouldn’t get to talk to Kouyou, or receive reports from Black Lizard, or run into Dazai in the streets. There were so many people he would no longer see. 

He didn’t want to live like this. 

He understood now why Dazai had chased after death. He couldn’t see anything in his life now that would improve. He was tired. 

It would have been easy to end it. He could drive out of town, to the middle of nowhere, say a few words, and destroy himself. He could picture himself doing it. 

But for now, he stood by Dazai’s grave, hoping that if there was an afterlife, those he cared about would know that he was sorry, and letting time pass him by. 

[catsbythegreat]

21 + skk

“who hurt you” You prompted this forever ago and now it’s a fic! 

who hurt you (1041 words) by TheGreatCatsbyChapters: 1/1Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray DogsRating: Teen And Up AudiencesWarnings: No Archive Warnings ApplyRelationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)Additional Tags: post Lovecraft mission, oda isn't in this fic but he's still deadSummary:

Chuuya is drunk, and Dazai thinks it has something to do with him.

[catsbythegreat]

you mean so much to me. please let me help. + odango

Ango seemed troubled. 

Oda decided to walk with him after they left the bar and parted ways with Dazai. Ango had been quiet while they drank. He hadn’t risen to most of Dazai’s taunts. He stared into his tomato juice like it held answers to questions that he wanted to ask but couldn’t. 

Oda wasn’t a mind reader, but he could read people decently. Something was wrong. 

They walked in silence for a little bit. Oda realized they were walking towards his own apartment; Ango never let anyone see where he lived. He wondered if this had to do with why Ango was so troubled. His job was more risky than Oda’s, and probably on a similar risk level to Dazai’s. He had information, which made him dangerous but also put him in danger. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. 

Ango frowned at the sidewalk. “I’m fine, Odasaku. Why?” 

“You seem quiet,” Oda said. “I know you can’t talk about your job in detail, if it’s something to do with that, but maybe talking about it vaguely can help.” 

“You know how I don’t like to bring work into our nights out,” Ango said. “That isn’t what they’re about, anyway.” 

His voice held a slight edge. 

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it,” Oda said. 

Ango’s mouth formed a thin line and his eyebrows drew together. He turned his head slightly away from Oda. 

“Ango,” Oda said, catching him by the arm and bringing them both to a stop. His hold was gentle enough that Ango could easily pull away if he wanted to. “I care about you. You’re–you mean so much to me. Please let me help.” 

“I can’t talk about it.” Ango faced Oda, and offered him a strange sort of smile. “I’ll be fine, Odasaku. I know how to handle my work, even when it’s hard.”

“Ango-” 

“You should take care,” Ango said, suddenly. He pulled his arm out of Oda’s grasp, but then squeezed Oda’s arm before letting go. “Your work is hard, too.” 

“I’m just a handyman,” Oda said, frowning. 

Ango shook his head. “No one is just anything in the Mafia.” He glanced around, as if suddenly aware of his surroundings. “This is where I leave you, I think. Thank you, as always, for the drinks.” 

Oda wanted to reach out for him, but he instead watched Ango disappear around a corner. He stood there for a moment before continuing his walk back to his apartment. He felt unsettled. 

It was almost as if Ango was saying goodbye.