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Ready to back your #bsd best girl?

Today its a Port Mafia showdown! Kyouka Izumi vs Gin Akutagawa!

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Some sketches just cause

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[slithytoves-and-borogoves]

Haunted 《🌸》

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I just don’t know when to stop, apparently.

Summary: Tachihara is back with the Hunting Dogs, not bloody Buzzfeed Unsolved. So why is he being haunted by the ghost he never summoned?

Note: I'll also be (reluctantly) posting the original draft because sOmEoNE decided to rip my heart out and f r i e n d z o n e them XD (I still love you for editing this fam @keo-to)

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A flurry of cherry blossom petals floated freely along streets on the ghost of a breeze. The trees along the streets seemed like ballgowns giving in to years of wind and dust and wear and tear, finally tearing apart and sending fabric drifting through the air.

Tachihara watched the petals.

Free.

Finally, he was free. Of the Mafia. Of his mission. How long had he been shackled down to it? Ah, no matter. It was nothing to him anyway.

Petals crunched like paper corpses beneath his feet as he walked. He sucked in a breath. Sweet. Slightly salty. Like the sakura dorayaki he’d had once. He shook out his sleeves, feeling light. No longer. No longer was he trapped.

The park was strangely quiet. He passed coffee-stalls, and tourists holding park maps and chattering in some foreign language. He nearly walked into a fat, sweaty American too busy with her phone to see him coming. From a shop somewhere an old man picked up his radio and began to play “Blue Light Yokohama.”

His footsteps faltered. He sank down onto a bench, listening. Castanets, beating to the thrum of pollen. To the slowly-increasing throb in his chest.

Ah, there it was again.

He greeted his memory with a bitter smile.

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The sunlight slanted through the trees, shattering against the bark and casting spots of golden onto the grass and the fallen petals.

“Ah, Kyouka-chan!” There was a cry from behind Tachihara. “You’re so cute when you’re happy.... Ah, keep smiling!”

“That, that bastard. Dazai... I hope he trips and impales himself on a steel rod. Bandage-wasting asshole!”

“What does that weretiger have that I don’t?” Akutagawa grumbled lowly, kicking bitterly at the sakura petals.

Tachihara attempted to block it out, instead choosing to hum along to the music

—“Blue Light Yokohama”—that a nearby vendor played. He could smell the dorayaki from here.

He turned to Gin, nudging her. “We should find another place to look at sakura. It’s no good when they’re here, yeah?”

Her eyes lifted only briefly to look at his cheek. Then she nodded and turned her head away.

“Hey, come on,” he frowned. “Don’t be like that. I’m getting food. You want any?”

She shook her head.

Whatever. He’d do it anyway. Piss her off a bit.

He walked off, petals crunching beneath his feet. Soon he was back with two sakura dorayaki in paper packets, paste dampening the material.

“Have one,” he said, thrusting it towards her.

Gin hesitated, pointing to her mask.

“Uh... take it off, then.”

She looked at him. Then at the dorayaki. Then she shrugged, deciding to take it. She pulled off her mask and took a bite of her dorayaki.

Towards him came wafting the scent of the cigarettes she smoked sometimes.

“What’s it taste like?”

She signed something he didn’t comprehend. Seeing his face, she sighed.

“Salty,” she said quietly.

Her voice was pretty. If a voice could be anything, hers would be a flower. Gentle, sweet.

He took a bite of his own. The outside was crunchy, and the interior soft. Typically dorayaki was sweet, but with the sakura petals, it had the perfect amount of saltiness.

“Ah, it’s good.”

She nodded. And smiled.

His heart pounded to the beat of the pollen.

That flower was the prettiest.

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Goodness. Flowers really would be the death of him.

He smiled. A little bitterly. Then was then, and now was now. He couldn’t be so easily swayed.

Sometimes he felt a little like the boats he saw on the bay. Back and forth, rocked by the waters, tipping one way and another.

Of course he would value the friendship he’d formed with her. And he missed her.

But still, he had his job to get to. After all, she was a flower, and when spring ended, he couldn’t get her back anymore.

An old man passing by nodded at him. “It’s a beautiful spot, isn’t it?”

“Ah, yes...”

This was his world.

[anubisbride]

Death comes quietly Serie: Bungou Stray Dogs Gin Akutagawa: @anubis_bride Photo & edit: @goddessnaya #bungoustraydogs #bungoustraydogscosplay #gin #ginakutagawa #gincosplay #ginakutagawacosplay #bsd #bsdcosplay #bungoustraydogsgin #bungoustraydogsginakutagawa #bungoustraydogsgincosplay #bungoustraydogsginakutagawacosplay #bsdgin #bsdginakutagawa #bsdgincosplay #bsdginakutagawacosplay #blacklizard #bungoustraydogsblacklizard #blacklizardgin #germancosplay #fbm #fbm2018 (hier: Frankfurter Buchmesse) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2pM39XoFyr/?igshid=1wxab8ky4bg4b

[yokohama-ladies-night]

With that! We finish round one! Gin sweeps the competition against Haruno to advance, and Kyouka triumphs over Tsujimura!

Stay tuned for our Round 2 Matches!

Gin vs Kyouka

Yosano vs Aya

Teruko vs Lucy

Wells vs Louisa

Are you ready to back your best girl??

[yokohama-ladies-night]

Our quest to find the Best Girl in #Bungoustraydogs continues with the last heat of round 1!

ADA Secretary Kirako Haruno goes up against Black Lizard Gin Akutagawa! Then, the newest ADA member Kyouka Izumi squares off against the Government's Mizuki Tsujimura!

KIRAKO HARUNO VS GIN AKUTAGAWA

KYOUKA IZUMI VS MIZUKI TSUJIMURA

[slithytoves-and-borogoves]

Traitor

《SPOILERS FOR BUNGO STRAY DOGS MANGA》

Pairing: Gin Akutagawa/Michizo Tachihara

A big thank you to my fam Sandy for editing it into something much better, honestly I probably wouldn't have published it if she hadn't ♡

SUMMARY: Scuffles are not alien to Gin or Tachihara, but this is a bit more than just a scuffle. Not enough time has passed for either of them to forgive or forget, and it's not going to be pretty for either of them.

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   The stitches had only just been removed. Sometimes Gin forgot they weren't there. They had become so familiar to her in the past months. She'd gotten too used to the stretch of skin, the burst of pain blossoming through her side. It had been strange--how could a human get used to having been split open?

Mori had advised her against going on another mission, insisting that she should take a break first. He was worried about her, he'd said. It was more likely, however, that Elise had finally caved in to wearing a new dress, and he'd been in a particularly good mood. She hadn't said anything, since they both knew she wasn't going to listen to him, but now that she was standing in front of Tachihara she wished that she'd taken him up on that advice.

She didn't move. The silence between them was painful. Almost. She had her fists clenched. Her weapons ready. If he moved, even a little, she would stab him. Right between his traitorous eyeballs. Or maybe his chest. Where his stupid bloody dog tag was.

What was she supposed to say? She knew she should do something.

But what?

"Traitor," she spat. It was the only word she could manage. Desperation bloomed in her stomach like ink in cold water. No, that wasn't what she want--what was she doing? Turn, run, Gin, go--

"I had to."

His voice was cool, uncharacteristically so. So unlike the snarky remarks he used to give her. How much of it had been real, she wondered? How much of it was a pretense? Something in her twisted. Guilt, regret, like a knife.

This wasn't her Tachihara anymore. If he'd even existed.

She forced all her emotion into a glare that bore no real hatred. She wished she didn't have a dagger in her hand. She wished he didn't have that stupid gun. She wished there was no Hunting Dogs. No Port Mafia.

"Leave, Gin." His voice was sharp, slicing through her nerves. Why was she so jumpy now? Was it because of the wound? She should've been more careful.

She didn't give him a reply.

Maybe she should--run. But she so wanted to move towards him. To hug? Grasp for skin, some form of comfort. To know that he was still human--he seemed so much like a robot now. Or maybe to stab him. Maybe both. She tried, but her feet were stuck.

There was a prick in her eyes. Like water. It stung.

Why? She hadn't cried before.

Not when Akutagawa had.

Not when the rocks broke skin.

Not when she'd seen her friends' bodies strewn over the ground like flimsy paper dolls.

She hadn't cried since she was a little girl. Living aimlessly, praying and praying to live through the next cycle of sun-up and sun-down. Wallowing in the dirt, running barefoot through the slums like a lowlife. Like a stray dog, rolling over and grovelling for their next meal.

After all she'd been through, why was she crying now? At a time like this, over something laughably small like this, over someone like him.

A lowlife who deserved less than what she'd seen.

She stopped her bitter thoughts there. Was that really what she thought?

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   His scar ached slightly. He swore it did. He forced back a laugh. Who was he, Harry Potter? Tachihara attempted to gather his emotions, trying to stay composed while every part of him was screaming. He felt as though he had a hole in his lung, leaving him gasping and dizzy, shards of pain rolling through his flesh.

As though he was the one who'd been stabbed.

Still, his mission came first. And he was helping her, anyway. If he hadn't stabbed her, she wouldn't even be standing in front of him. Yes. She should be grateful to him, so why was she staring at him like that? Like he was a-- a traitor.

He hadn't even wanted to get attached to her. It wasn't as if he'd started with her in mind. She was just something that happened along the way.

Still, he was only human, not a robot. He'd still felt that thrill of victory after a successful mission with the Black Lizard. The wild laughter that had burst out of him so often with his team--that was real. Those little human moments had slowly built up in him and now he was a dam ready to burst.

At the worst time.

Thanks, heart.

Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he'd joined the Port Mafia. His brother was dead, anyway, rotting in his grave. Why did he care anyway? About the dead, when he should be caring about the living, and this person in front of him?

But he was too close. He couldn't give it up, not now. So he kept his chin up, kept his eyes staring into Gin's. He'd just injure her, drive her away, and forget. He wouldn't kill her. Just like last time. He wouldn't let this get to him. He would succeed, he'd be better than his brother, he'd be the best, he couldn't be weak.

He had to be strong.

They couldn't play around. Life wasn't a game where you got everything you wanted.

"Tachiha--" She hissed as he flipped his pistol in his hands and fired a shot.

The thump as she sank to her knees resonated inside his heart.

Was this feeling--guilt?

[anubisbride]

The Assassin Anime: Bungou Stray Dogs Gin Akutagawa: Anubis_Bride Photo & edit: Eiri-kun Thank you for this awesome picture from Connichi *^* #bungoustraydogs #ginakutagawa #cosplay #assasin #germancosplay #bungoustraydogscosplay #gincosplay #ginakutagawacosplay #bsd #bsdcosplay #bsdgin #bsdgincosplay #bungoustraydogsgin #bungoustraydogsgincosplay #bungoustraydogsginakutagawa #bungoustraydogsginakutagawacosplay #blacklizard #blacklizardcosplay #bsdblacklizard #bungoustraydogsblacklizard (hier: Connichi) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpOj83Khznu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bizr7lhzk26o