#beast bsd

[kayarata]

longing.

inspired by a trend on tiktok which was inspired by the post below lol

[luneariann]

Do yall think he felt it?

[lady-moufflet]

Maybe it’s a little OOC (or too much) but I’m happy. I love them so much 🥰

[softboiled-egg]

Character sheet for the beast version of these guys

[lepsikk]

New meeting

[asagirisfavoritepen]

In this pic, we have an 18 y/o Atsushi, who was kicked out of the orphanage 4 weeks ago. He's starving and he comes to the conclusion that, to survive, he'll have to to rob someone.

Of course, as we all know, he didn't want to do that. He didn't rob anyone. He joined the ADA instead and became "the light".

Everyone considers him a cinnamon roll, in the manga/anime and the fandom.

In this pic, we have a 20 y/o Aku in Beast. 4 years ago his friends were killed and his sister was kidnapped. He's lived by himself for 4 years, taking care of himself and worrying about his sister. He, too, is starving. He's even on the same side of the river that Atsushi was on. And if you follow the timeline, the 2 pics take place at the same time, just in other circumstances.

Akutagawa has the power of Rashomon, so unlike Atsushi, if he tried he could definitely rob someone. But he doesn't. Instead, he finds an edible weed, that isn't even tasty (according to Google it's bitter).

Akutagawa (in the og timeline) is the most feared assassin of the Mafia. And Dazai didn't change his personality in Beast. Just the circumstances.

Do you see where I'm getting?

Atsushi the cutest cutie patootie that wouldn't even hurt a fly was ready to rob someone to survive.

The most feared Mafia assassin described by his friends and enemies (and part of the fandom) as emotionless preferred to eat some plant he found than attack and rob someone.

What I'm saying is that the fandom should really start looking at what the characters are doing and not just what's their trauma. Don't get me wrong, I too love our Sushi roll, but he's not as sweet as he seems. He almost killed Akutagwa so many times and he had no regret. He was ready to get Lucy to spend the rest of her life (probably a week) inside her ability.

And everyone who'd say that Akutagawa did that in Beast just because of Dazai should re-read both the main manga and Beast.

[frenchonionsoop]

BEAST tore out my insides and put them in a blender only to shove them back in again. Love the story!!!!!!

[yaysnoopy]

Hiiiii first time using tumblr!!!!!

Drew using charcoal (never used them before sooo)

[niiikasa]

shin soukoku but it's beast and mainverse meeting up for the first time pretty sure mainverse atsushi would bat an eye at beast atsushi and absolutely have his jaw dropped and say, "that's ME!?" beast akutagawa and mainverse akutagawa would prolly be too focused on their respective atsushis to care that much then they would go on about how they met in their own worlds and be absolutely flabbergasted and shocked that they're the same people but in different fonts </3

[wrenkos]

atsushi bday :-)

[meebssketches]

was listening to mitski and drew this

"i am the fire and I am the forest // and you are not there at all"

beast! atsushi is so tragic and sad and makes me miserable

[un-lawliet]

OH THANK GOD UR DOWN bc i just read beast and i was like.... abby would absolutely kill this so now i'm here as little humble cas anon once again asking for ur writing talent for beast!Dazai ahhhh <3

i think something like reader is working for the PM and just sort of observes Dazai as boss and how he seems so detached/lonely like he's planning something that only he knows abt and reader basically tries saying they're here for him if he needs to get anything off of his chest but naturally he would reject any and all warmth offered to him at this point but maybe you or someone else can come up with a better idea i'm just so? hype that u would consider writing this at all i love uuuu

THANK YOUUU FOR THE REQUEST (sorry for taking ages to post this) i hope ur well and i hope i did this justice !!

Pages (Beast!Dazai)

— In which you beg Dazai to let you in.

The Port Mafia Boss isn’t kind.

You know this as if you breathe it, you know this in the same way you know how your chest rises and falls rhythmically to the sound of your breath escaping your lungs.

Osamu Dazai, is not kind.

A man who wears stained bandages like armour, draped in black from head to toe, a constantly persistent smile stretching out his full features.

As if he and the Mafia are interlinked in a sick relationship, in which he himself became his own twisted personification of destruction when stealing the title of “Boss.”

Your skin crawls when he looks at you, your heart pounding within your chest, a melody of trepidation and what should be hate.

And yet when you stare at him under yoru apprehensive gaze, fearful to catch his eye and hold it, you pity him as though blind to your own sullied breath.

And Dazai knows this, and he loathes it, like he loathes his own understandings.

You are not a character in his plan, nor a plot in this narrative yet you reoccur timelessly in each chapter, a smudged, incomprehensible word on each page in which he can’t decipher.

This isn’t real. He repeats to himself again, moving his hand from his face and onto the cold wood surface of his desk.

His office is dark, the natural light from the day diminished in the dark curtains drawn across the windows, isolating him in blackness.

There’s a single light on his desk, painting a dull ray of light across his written ponderings, Atsushi’s name circled and underlined beside Aktugawa’s written in the same manner.

His writing looks frantic, written in a passionate haste of forethought. Each pen stroke getting more and more aggressive as you follow the line of text until arriving at the abrupt conclusion.

“Odasaku lives”.

There’s a knock on his door and he knows it’s you.

You always knock in patterns, a slight hesitation after the first time your knuckle meets the door surface, before following it through with two more knocks.

You don’t wait for him to allow you in, assuming you missed the sound of his voice, the door swings open and you walk in.

“Y/N” He greets, his gaze cutting into your narrowed eyes, adorned with a frown.

You bow your head slightly, attempting to grace him with a greeting devoid of apprehension.

The slight tip in your step blows your cover and you wince as an atonement of your failure.

“Are you busy Sir?” You ask, your hands clasped behind your back.

Dazai flicks a stray piece of paper away from his body, it floats off of his desk and slides across the floor towards you.

“I’m always busy.”

Your eyes flicker towards it and away, trying to absorb any and all traces of curiosity as you ignore the cursive writing before you.

It’s not your place to read into the Bosses writings.

You wring your hands thrice, feeling the indents of scars beneath your skin, they ground you, reminds you of your humanity in front of a man seemingly so devoid in anthropomorphism.

You clear your throat and start again, ignoring him entirely.

“You took me off the mission with the White Reaper.” You say, raising your head in indignation, “Why?”

And Dazai is sighing, he expected this, yet he is bothered by the accusation resting in your tongue.

“I’m the Boss of the Mafia, it’s not your place to question my actions.”

You shake your head, “No, you misunderstand me Sir…I’m questioning your change in actions.”

“You shouldn’t be questioning at all.”

His voice is dull with deflection yet devoid of defence.

You scowl.

“I’m perfectly capable in dealing with the agency.” You start, stepping forward, “My results prove as much, there is no reason for you to-”

Dazai raises his hand to silence you, and you fall short in your speech.

The conversation is a standstill.

It reminds him of every other time you had had this same conversation with him, this same issue.

You come into his office, your pretty face darkened with curiosity, brazen and confrontational.

He would find it endearing if he didn’t have to focus on his goal.

He doesn’t yearn for your company, in the same way as you do not yearn for his, yet, Dazai’s comically cynical adoration for what he cannot have, seems to always leave him lost.

Lost in your repeated silent battle of confrontation, in which your gun is your glare and his, his position.

And Dazai decides then and there, that whatever…this relationship was, he needed to lose it before it evades him and leaves him disjointed.

You hate how you tremble, and you hate it even more when he smiles at you from his cluttered desk.

Teeth bared, features stretched.

He’d be ugly if you hadn’t grown so use to his indicatives. If you hadn’t lost yourself in your pathetic persistence for empathy.

God, how you wished you could hate him.

“I’m not interested in your previous results.”

“Then what else do I have to-”

“I am interested in your reluctance to obey.”

You pause, your head cocking to the side like a mutt.

“I’m sorry?”

Dazai places his hands in-front of him, indicating that you are now being questioned, not him.

You’re trapped within his gaze.

“In every judgement I make, you are a constant…resistance.” He begins, still regarding you with that grotesque grin. “Why?”

You blink, your eyelids are a lot heavier when under investigation.

“I-”

“I am the boss, you are my subject.” He continues, cutting you off sharply, “Yet you protest every role I place you in, and attempt to disrupt the narrative I have planned for the Mafia.”

Your mouth parts, and you lose yourself in staring at him. His eyes narrow, the smile slowly melting off of his face into something more grim, even sinister.

You looked into his eyes, he couldn't look at you. Or perhaps, he looked right through you.

You couldn't tell.

His eyes were empty. He barely breathed. He was like a catatonic painting of a former human being, and a sadness, a paralysing, overbearing sadness seemed to flow through him like a river that had frozen up and died, killing all the life in it conclusively.

“Forgive me, Sir.” You whisper, your voice trailing off. “I didn’t realise I came across so strongly.”

You step towards him, your lip between your teeth.

“I took you off the mission, because you are not needed in this task.” Dazai replies, looking at you through his eyelashes as his head drops to look at the papers before him.

There’s a small crack in the curtains, allowing the sun to sneak into his office, its beam trails up his face and rests in his eyes. The honey in his eyes appears to reject the intrusion, and they appear more dead when illuminated.

You find it odd how he describes every mission as if they all are acts; leading to a grand finale, as if everything is meticulously planned to the end.

You wonder what the end even is.

Your hands shake.

“Is there…” You hesitate, “A bigger picture?”

Dazai’s head snaps to you and you freeze, hands raising as if begging for mercy for a crime you didn’t know you committed.

“I mean- A reason why you’re so exact with your mission plans.” You rush to finish, eyes wide.

Dazai just looks at you, his face flushed, eyebrows raised slightly.

He looks like a boy you think.

A tired, unenthused child, determined to get his way.

He’s hesitant, for the first time since he became Boss.

You step forward again, closing in on his desk.

Dazai doesn’t move, his eyes stuck on staring into yours, you almost miss his periodic blink.

“What are you suggesting?” He chooses to say, a guttural need to be understood overpowering his desire to be cunning.

You say nothing, reaching out.

He's statuesque to the touch. Cold.

You trace the curve of his face, trying to carve your way to the core, digging your nail into the plush of of his cheek to get him to feel something, to respond to anything.

You breathe in tandem to his silent gasps for air, smothered with the consequence of letting you see him so frail.

The inexpressive expression of himself taunts you. He knows too much, you wonder if that’s the sacrifice of being an agency leader: Giving up everything for a cause that becomes you, drinking the currency of blood that bathes the foundations of the mafia.

His scarf ends seem to bleed lose threads, and yet he doesn’t care to fix it, to replace it.

It’s not important what one should wear when ones’ intention is to die.

His hand grabs yours and you still, momentarily forgetting your place.

“Who are you?” He whispers, and you almost miss it.

His voice is lost in the space between the pair of you, it creates a wall of understanding which builds itself upon the uncertainty of your place.

The pair of you appear to still.

An amalgamation of typographical stratagems bundled together to create one sullied page, in which the boy finally lets someone read the misery carved deeply within blacks of his eyes.

“What is going on Sir?” You plead, desperate to understand, to fathom him and the entire working of the Mafia.

You hate not knowing what your purpose is, and so you rely on him to tell you, to trust you.

Your figure casts a shadow on his desk, and Dazai’s eye falls onto his desk.

“Odasaku lives.”

It’s as if a switch has been flicked, how he suddenly sits straighter, and smiles.

And God you’re so close you could slap the smile off of his face.

“Miss Y/N.” He says, his voice stronger, powerful.

You straighten, taking a step back, awkwardness flushing your face.

“Sir.” You reply, defeat settling in your gut.

“The Mafia, or more so, how it operates, should not concern you.”

His voice is harsh, tucked under a fierce need for order.

“I order, as your Boss, to not return to my office unless the matter is important.”

“But this-” You start.

“Fail to comply.” He pauses, “And I will have to remove you entirely.”

His voice is so cold, so…

His smile, once so filled with determination, had cracked into something bitter, almost remorseful and you swear you could see regret swarm him.

He gestures to his door, “If that’s everything, please, see yourself out.”

The Port Mafia Boss isn’t kind.

A man who hides his secrets like the skin on his arm, draped in a constant melancholy, a persistent string of deceit hidden within his smile.

You know this like you breathe it.

And so, you do as your told, his door swinging shut behind you.

Masterlist <3

(A/N: i don’t think i like this as much- as in, i don’t think it’s my best :( beast dazai is hard to write !!!!! but i miss CAS anon so i hope it’s alright </3 sorry for making u wait for months i love you and thank u for the request !!!!)

[burninbriight]

i put them in my mouth and occasionally chew on them but not too hard to avoid hurting them. my goal is not no eat them but to keep them safe and warm and always with me. picture me as a mama crocodile carrying her babies in her jaws to avoid losing them in the waters.

[lady-moufflet]

Beast Atsu likes to provoke, too much, the Beast Aku.

And he knows but he always bites back.

They are so chaotic and problematic!!

But sometimes the provocation doesn’t go forward hshshs

What a shameless tiger!! :0

[little-blurry-stars5]

When I first saw that scene my brain short circuited

[vampovers]

started reading beast..