#Bungou Stray Dogs: Cherish

[bsd-cherish-official]

This is just an official reminder that Cherish is NOT on any permanent hiatus, nor cancelled; the author is just currently taking a mental health break after a good many stressful months unrelated to the fic and will be returning to writing for it as soon as up to it. 💕

Thank you for your continued patience, love, and support.

[evilkaeya]

ADA Chuuya thoughts in my head He's everyone's favorite he's cool and nice and he shows up to work on time if not early. Kunikida cries tears of joy when he comes to work one day and chuuya is there before him. He shows Kenji cool tricks and brings snacks for Ranpo and Kyouka and gossips with Yosano and tells Atsushi about his pm days with Dazai and goes to cat cafe with Fukuzawa and EVERYONE LOVES HIM and it drives Dazai insane because 1. He's no longer the center of attention and 2. Everyone is trying to steal his chibi.

"Yosano I trust you to handle this case."

"Sure boss but can I take Nakahara with me?"

"Ranpo I need you to go to the crime scene."

"I'm taking mr. fancy hat with me!"

"Atsushi kun please look into this case. Take an agency member with you if you need."

"Oh then Chuuya san-"

"Atsushi kun I'm your mentor!"

"You can come along too Dazai san!"

Annoyed and grumpy, Dazai makes sure to be as much as infuriating and clingy as possible when they get back home everyday. Chuuya absolutely hates it. (He loves it. He loves the stupid bandage wasting machine to the moon and back but he'll never admit it.)

[linklethehistorian]

Everyone block me today, this is going to be one of the only things I’m losing my mind about all week!!!!!

[note-boom]

Just some thoughts again for this episode sorry but....

Kyouka protecting Atsushi

Tanizaki getting triggered when they hurt Kenji (maybe not as unhinged as he is with Naomi but HE WAS PROTECTIVE OF KENJI)

The way the water the ADA stood next to rippled as soon as they stood up and decided to choose the path that led to less loss of lives...a ripple effect??

YOSANO'S BUTTERFLIES ANIMATED I AM OBSESSED

ALL the character moments like Kenji encouraging the ADA, Tanizaki being frustrated and protective, Kunikida never letting any of them die, Yosano saving them all with her ability, Kyouka going back for Atsushi, poor Atsushi being so out of the loop -

I wonder where the hideout Yosano was going to take them to was going to be....

[44shishi]

seeing how clingy dazai is to sigma actually makes me SO emotional

i mean- we collectively hc him as a touch-starved guy right....so that's one reason. but mind that it's canon he sees atsushi—his disciple n a person he truly cherishes—in sigma. therefore seeing the guy prolly made him all soft n like "this lad reminds me of my baeby n i wanna KEEP HIM CLOSE"

[linkles-art-blog]

It might have taken me a good six months, but I’ve finally managed to finish cleaning up and coloring the old sketch I’d made and released on the second anniversary of my beloved on-going fic, Cherish.

Although much time has passed since then and I’ve currently been on a bit of a mental health break, my gratitude and happiness at the successfulness of this story has never faded even a little.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you all once more, and I hope you’ll stick around with me to see Cherish’s bright and beautiful future that I know is ahead of it for many years to come.

Do not repost this artwork anywhere without my explicit permission or claim it as your own. See F.A.Q.s for details.

Songs I listened to while drawing this:

My Cherish Playlist (the public and currently only partial version of which you can listen to here.)

Other songs that I can’t remember at the moment lol

[gildeddlily]

new bsd chapter for my life (my life, it's in danger) (finally happy) (not really)

scared of you bf? Ig it's ok if he's a vampire (still trying to understand why he drank his own blood. one could say because of his promise, but drinking blood doesn't mean killing someone- and he has bitten ppl before (and why should he have to drink atsushi's blood? we don't know much ab how vampires really works, except how they turn into one, so))

"Come forward" google translate translation levels guys alr Atsushi since you're his rival you're gonna take care of him we've understand. you shouting "Its' me!" "I still have to ask you why you saved me" (CAUSE HE LOVES YOU BBY) it's breaking my heart. you having flashbacks of his literal death is worse (he thought akutagawa died so yeah he has his reasons to be scared) but they're gonna fight, and Atsushi will hate it, because for the first time Akutagawa will come at him with all he has because of someone else's control, not his own will

I need him to sleep and be ok and recover and be happy with his silly little friends and do his silly little pranks and be his silly little self what we really need is soukoku's reunion. no. Chuuya will not kill him. Asagiri told me himself

GO SIGMA KILL THE RATMAN if Fyodor somehow tried to manipulate him into believing Dazai manipulated him I'm gonna leave my fyodor fanclub. not cool man (he's so cute tho) (except the iPad kid panel)

TJE REAL STAR IS HERE

BRAM MY LOVE I WAS WAITING FOR YOU COME COME BACK AND YOU DID he's so beautiful as always (vampire-capable. because it plays-needs to protect-oh no. my translation abilities are something else (ty google lens you're pretty much useless))

[kunikiiida-kuuun]

Kunikida Doppo S5EP1

[tvisnoton]

If Dazai was a girl i think we’d had flying cars and everyone would be healed . world piece

[cinaminrolll]

ranpo had better be getting all the love and appreciation he deserves with these new episodes

[dazaistabletop]

[All Within My Grasp] Francis F. SSR

[bsd-cherish-official]

To further celebrate the second anniversary of Cherish, I — the author and first artist of the fic — will be hosting a small poll-based interview consisting of a total of 10 polls for the next 24 hours only.

At the end of this period, the winning questions of each poll will be collected together and answered, and the rest will be discarded until the next time a poll-based interview or AMA for Cherish is run.

Cheers, and happy asking! 💖💖💖

[evilkaeya]

Hi! I’m not sure how long ago you posted the ADA Chuuya head canon post, or if you’ve lost interest, but in the tags you mentioned you have more to say but felt it was too long! I’d love to hear more if you want

Help I'm only seeing this now I'm sorry 😭 anyways more ada Chuuya hcs you say?? Hold my beer

> First time Chuuya uses corruption in front of the agency a part of his mind thinks, "That's it. They're going to be terrified of me now," only to be proven very wrong when he wakes up. The first person he sees is Dazai, which isn't new, Dazai has always been there after he woke up. Holding a mirror most of the time and saying, "Look what I drew on your face while you slept."

Then he blinks awake fully and he's surrounded by worried faces. Not scared, not curious but worried and when he sits up, they change to relief. Chuuya isn't sure what to do with the sudden burst of warmth spreading in his chest.

Atsushi is the first to leap at him. He hugs him, telling him how worried he has been. Kunikida pulls him away (you're crushing his ribs Atsushi) and sits next to Chuuya on the bed, patting his shoulder. Fukuzawa simply puts a hand on his head and Chuuya almost breaks down. He takes a pillow from behind him and buries his face into it. (This is how he manages his emotions. Everyone is used to it)

Ranpo, his partner, remains silently glaring at Chuuya until their eyes meet and Ranpo pinches his cheek. Hard. "Don't do that again!" He yells and says how he knew Chuuya had a bigger weapon up his sleeve that could cost his life but he didn't know it would be like this. Chuuya promises that he'd never use corruption unless Dazai is around.

For those who don't know why Ranpo is Chuuya's partner, here.

> For the 2-3 days he stays at the hospital, Kyouka leaves her bunny plushie with him so that he won't feel lonely. Yosano comes to check up on him the most, asking him if he feels okay. Chuuya tells her that he's used to it. He didn't get treatment like this in pm and he survived just fine. Sad eyes stare at him. "You shouldn't be used to it. You were a kid." Chuuya is once again filled with painful emotions he doesn't know what to do with.

> Moving on from corruption, Yosano and Chuuya are best friends !! If you go to the beauty salon Sunday morning you'll see them getting manicure and pedicure together, face masks on their face as they gossip about the latest rumors.

> Tanizaki oftens offers Chuuya his hairclips when he sees him struggling with his hair while working.

> Friday night is agency movie night !! They all gather at Chuuya's place to watch a movie together. They never let Dazai pick the movie despite how much he whines and cries.

> The movie nights always end in a cuddle pile. No matter how hard he tries, Chuuya can't hide the smile on his face when he wakes up to everyone's sleeping face the morning after. He carefully gets out of bed and goes to make breakfast for everyone. Dazai joins him minutes later. He hugs him from behind, and they share a little moment together in comforting silence.

> Basically Chuuya is surrounded by the love of his family all day every day and he's happier than he's ever been.

[linklethehistorian]

Chapter 2 of the Cherish Audiobook has been recorded 💖💖

Just need to get around to the editing phase now.

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Today is Bungou Stray Dogs’ 10th anniversary.

It’s hard to put into words just how much this series means to me. I don’t have any elaborate, deep story to tell as to why; there is no one character I heavily relate to more than the others, and there wasn’t a particularly hard time in my life it got me through or anything. But BSD is at the core of my most nostalgic memories with fandom, with online friends I made years ago -- many, many happy memories I have of watching the anime in 2016 (which was my introduction to the series), gushing about it, laughing about it, crying about it, discussing it for hours on end, and writing about it. There are many other manga and anime that I love dearly, some even almost as much as it, but none of them have ever been able to reach or surpass BSD for me, even if some of them I would probably call technically better written overall. Its unique style, unique beauty, aesthetic, such bizarre wackiness it has while at the same time carrying so much heart, and its nuanced, raw, and poignant handling of such delicate and realistic subject matter simply make it unlike anything else I have ever seen -- BSD is so unabashedly itself, and you will never find anything else like it. It was written as a love letter to stories by an author who deeply appreciates and was inspired by literature himself, and as someone who is enamored with fiction as well, I can feel every ounce of love and care that Kafka Asagiri puts into his story and these characters, and I adore nearly each and every one of them.

Since the first two seasons of the anime aired and since I first got into it, BSD has had over 100 manga chapters, multiple light novels, multiple stage adaptations, two movies, multiple spinoff series, a mobile game, and the story has gone in directions I never could have imagined years ago, and I’m still here following it all, even after six years. Even as I dip into other obsessions and my BSD fixation temporarily fades, I always, always come back, because it feels like home to me -- hell, I love it so much that I even made an entire visual novel out of Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era, my comfort arc(? lol), out of all the projects I could come up with. It truly is so special to me, in ways I can’t even describe, and I’m constantly rediscovering new things about the series and the characters, and bonding with friends closer over it. It may not be perfect (but nothing is), but I’m still on this wild ride, and I have absolutely no intention of getting off until we reach the finish line, no matter how long that takes. In the meantime, I’m so excited to see how the franchise will grow even more, and I dearly hope that more people will discover it, because despite the fairly sizeable fandom, BSD is still terribly underrated, and deserves to be so much more appreciated, for the masterpiece that it truly is.

Here’s to ten more years. Here’s to the Stray Dogs~ 🥃🥂💖

[krushedstars]

BEYOND THE SOULS‧₊˚ ┊synopsis ... sigma's job was to take care of the various souls that inhabited the universe, however, only one soul shone brightly in his hands.

‧₊˚ ┊fandom ... bungou stray dogs. ㅤㅤ‧₊˚ ft. ... sigma x gn!reader. ‧₊˚ ┊au! ... souls, celestial bodies. ‧₊˚ ┊genre ... drabble. ㅤㅤ‧₊˚ content ... angst, hurt/no comfort. ㅤㅤ‧₊˚ word count ... 1.9k.

In the depths of the universe, between the dark corridors of the destinies and the vast nothingness of the celestial bodies, there was a room.

It was a big, wide room, so long that it was impossible to see the end of it once inside –and it wasn't just any room, for, in its darkness, lives shone. Infinite shelves of small lights extended inside the room, exposing several spheres that, within the darkness of the room, intensely illuminated all the nothingness that existed in that room. They were perfect circles, small in size, immense in content, since each sphere contained a small world within itself.

In that small room, among the vast corridors of lives and glowing spheres, there was a caretaker.

He was a fragile, delicate caretaker, so unsure of himself that it was impossible to believe he was so careful –however, he was not just any celestial body, for, under his care, lives happened. Small songs were sung by the caretaker, lulling the various spheres in a melody of understanding and adoration, helping them to shine more and more with each timbre of his voice. They were perfect melodies, small in their composition, immense in their feelings, since each of his songs contained dreams that the caretaker could not live.

Sigma was his name, the eighteenth celestial body to be created in that vast nothingness of the universe, without any voice of his own, without any soul he could call 'his'.

When stars collided in an uncertain space in a time yet to exist, Sigma came into existence –but not completely. Because, in his creation, as if cursed by everything that existed and would come to exist, his soul was stolen even before his consciousness reached his body, depriving him of what he cherished the most: a true essence.

It seemed cruel, something engendered by the most malevolent gods in the universe, but Sigma, the one that wanted so much to be, ended up taking care of those who already were.

Since the beginning of his creation, Sigma saw nothing other than the infinite shelves of the room of souls. Without knowing the time of his existence, or how many moons passed through him, Sigma only knew the intense glow of the various lives that were created and kept within his delicate and tender being.

From the first rotation of his room, Sigma meticulously polished each sphere that was in his charge; singing improvised songs, moved by his desires and dreams, Sigma's voice, together with the soft movements of his hands, embraced all the souls in that room, wrapping them in a veil of comfort and security. Entire moments were spent inside that room, repeating day after day, rotation after rotation, those daily tasks that were already written inside Sigma: polishing the spheres, singing to the spheres, holding the spheres in his hands, caressing the spheres, repeat. It was already something automatic for Sigma, all that practice being installed in him when the first stardust after his creation fell on his hair.

However, there was a break in that routine, a small rupture in his daily tasks that lasted only a few hours, an insignificant time in the broad universe of yesterdays and todays. The thing is, although he tried to hide it from the great gods who saw everything, the reality is that his daily break was known throughout the universe.

For a few short hours, Sigma would hold a soul and, after polishing it, after singing to it, after holding it in his hands, after caressing it, Sigma would sit with it.

It was a specific soul, chosen so long ago, already so old that it was impossible to count the number of lives it had lived –and it wasn't just any soul, for, in Sigma's hands, its life shone more intensely. Infinite lives experienced by that sphere made it Sigma's favorite, captivating him with all its choices and dreams, making him desire a life of his own. It was a perfect soul, ancient in its nature, altruistic in its actions, selfish in its dreams, since every desire of that soul neglected the existence of Sigma.

The floor of that room was cold, dark, simply decorated with the various stars that roamed the universe looking for a place to stop existing. But that didn't stop Sigma from, rotation after rotation, sitting in it and watching that soul, your soul. With his head tilted, leaning over your sphere, Sigma watched you attentively.

“We don’t need to be children to dream.”

Your voice was soft, like a whisper, gently caressing Sigma's ears who, taken by surprise by your words, held you a little tighter close to his chest.

It was your graduation day. You had finally finished university. Another dream came true in a new life you lived. You didn't know, it was totally ignorant to you all your past lives –but Sigma knew. Sigma knew all your lives and choices, always being by your side in all your bad and best moments. He had never abandoned you. From the first time he saw your sphere glowing dimly, afraid to show itself to others, Sigma knew he would cling to that soul without any explanation. And after much care, after much dedication on Sigma's part, your sphere began to shine, conquering kingdoms in one life, reciting poems to hundreds in another, petting a dog in a new one.

Now, there you were. Once again before hundreds. Once again making your words, your soul, heard. And Sigma listened to you. Attentively, devotedly, vulnerably.

“All we need to dream is to believe. As a child we want to be everything, know everything, explore everything. When we grow up we learn that everything is too big a word and we are content with that. What we want to be, what we want to know, what we want to explore. That is our dream. A small goal embellished with the innocence of who we once were.”

But Sigma never was. He always is. How could Sigma think of a goal and embellish it with an innocence that was never his? How could Sigma think of a goal when all he knew was that vast room and the thousands of souls that roamed in glowing spheres?

How could Sigma dream?

Hearing you in your sphere, imagining you dressed in stars and hair styled with galaxies, Sigma pondered your words. You always had that gift. Ever since you were just a faint light in that shining hall, you could always grab Sigma by your voice, by your soul. It was something simple, something that not even he could explain, but, even without him seeing you, even without him observing all your actions, your words were enough to make Sigma question.

Your voice, like rivers of nebula and mountains of constellations, was everything Sigma wanted to know.

Since the stars created you and in all the lives explored by your soul, your voice enticed Sigma to stop for moments. What was once a job, a routine, had now taken on proportions that Sigma could not contain –it was like an addiction, a habit that he insisted on performing rotation after rotation.

You.

Your voice.

Your ideas.

Your soul.

It was everything Sigma could dream of in that vast room.

“Today we were able to take another step towards this dream. Today, as we say goodbye to this university, we are preparing a hello that will last our entire lives.”

What was a life? How long was a life? Twenty years? Forty? Hundred? How could Sigma, a celestial body without age or essence, define a life? For him, no life existed, everything that described him was a room and infinite spheres that occupied him for indefinite times –none of that was a life, at least, it was not a life worth living. Although he could not define a life, by observing you for eternities, Sigma learned that a life was only real when it was lived with an essence.

Trapped in a place where time did not exist, Sigma was unable to live.

Holding your life in his fragile hands, for decades and centuries, Sigma only thought about how the beauty of a life praised you in each existence; since you were just a speck of light in the midst of that luminous sea that decorated the room of existence, your soul grew with errors committed and dreams fulfilled, earning Sigma's affection, and the shine of that room –perhaps it was because of extra care that Sigma had for you, or simply because you were one of the oldest souls in that room, but the truth is that your light, your life, your essence, were enough to illuminate an entire galaxy.

And this made Sigma question –and no celestial being could ever enjoy this human characteristic.

“I hope this achievement doesn’t stop you from continuing to dream. A life is not complete without a goal, a dream. We can live every day just existing, but it takes courage to live and dream every day. Don't forget that only you have the power to continue living. Never stop dreaming.”

The applause at the end of your speech filled the room of lives.

The intense light from your sphere illuminated Sigma's face in blue tones as he stopped, pondered, questioned.

Did he have any dreams? No. It was impossible.

Sigma was created to care for souls and that's all. His entire existence was his work. No dream could corrupt his work.

“I feel so happy!”

Your voice caught Sigma off guard.

Bringing your sphere to his face, letting his eyes shine with the intensity of your light, Sigma listened. Maybe looking for answers to his questions in your words, maybe wanting to find some comfort in your wisdom –Sigma just listened.

“I feel like my life is just starting now. I couldn’t be happier!”

A single pause.

A single thought.

A single feeling.

Your life would begin now; now that you have reached a new stage, now that you have proven to yourself that you were capable of moving worlds, your life would begin. For years, you were just existing –just like Sigma; but now, now that you have achieved a dream you would start living.

Only now.

Not two years ago, not ten years ago, not when you were born.

But now, on that day, in that moment.

So, if you, someone who has lived more lives than there are stars in the universe, someone who has existed longer than created constellations, would just start living at that moment, perhaps, in the slimmest possibility, Sigma's life had not yet begun.

Maybe that's why he can't dream. Maybe that's why he repeats day after day, rotation after rotation, that futile routine without being able to think about anything else. Maybe his life hasn't started yet; maybe that's why he didn't exist yet.

Yes.

Sigma was sure that was it.

For the first time since he was created, Sigma smiled.

As he rose from the ground and gently placed your soul in its resting place, Sigma caressed your sphere once again, a smile steeped in sadness that he deeply felt beautifying his face.

Before returning to his work, Sigma looked at your sphere one last time.

Sigma's life had yet to begin, this was the reality he believed within himself, with traces of doubts embellishing his thoughts –but it was something he believed.

It was a possibility.

A fantasy.

A dream created by you.

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