#so shoutout to oda

[luvrluffy]

Idk something about Oda designing strong characters with pink hair, it gets to me

[mrfroag]

Dressrosa is an arc that is doing Normal things to me. I swear

[denim-wizard]

Sanji vs homerotic relationships with big cat coded men

[soaked-doors]

elbaf has been so good shoutout to oda for giving us a luzo meal every chapter 💯

[causenessus]

comforting you. | bungou stray dogs

inc. chuuya, dazai, ranpo, odasaku

written is second pov (no gendered pronouns used)

"you deserve this." by men i trust

word count: 4.6k words

notes/warnings: separate scenarios for each bsd man and how they comfort you when you’re feeling down, giving you both love and realistic advice. i feel like i bounced between writing generalized headcanons and hyperspecific scenarios, so i’m sorry but i hope you enjoy this <3 each of you is deserving of so much love and patience <3 you deserve to be here <3 each pairing is in an established relationship. also (relevant for odasku’s scenario), the orphans are still alive. my writing my universe. i'm actually beastzai in another au where everyone lives and is happy and everything is okay. use of pet names "sweetheart" (chuuya scenario) "angel" (dazai scenario) and "love" (oda). general hurt/comfort drabbles :) lmk if I should add anything! i would NOT consider this proofread because I read it half-asleep at midnight trying to edit it so forgive me for any mistakes 🙏

special shoutouts to @dorotheasdiary + @aouzi for hyping me up/listening to my rambles abt this work!! sorry for the tag </3

chuuya.

sometimes the urge to give up became too strong. 

was it too much to ask time to stop for just one day? it seemed all your pleas to the sky were falling on deaf ears.

still, as all things do, you eventually lost the motivation to keep pushing forward on your own.

like a runner who trips upon a small pebble and can’t get back into their pace, slowly, slowly falling behind the others.

the one difference was that you had come to a complete stop. you'd never allowed yourself a break until you were completely burnt out; unable to move even a muscle.

you haven’t even made it out of bed the whole day. 

the room was starting to feel sick and stuffy with how long you’d laid in those sheets that no longer seemed to provide any comfort. rather, you felt like you were simply dirtying the sheets by continuing to lie there, purposeless, useless.

you barely had it in you to call out of work before drifting back into a mundane sleep that you continued to wake up and fall back into for the better half of the day. you hadn’t looked at your phone after sending a quick text to your manager, unprepared for whatever kind of passive-aggressive response they'd messaged back with because of your late notice. the unknown was too much right now, you couldn't focus on anyone you couldn't read but yourself. you didn’t want to be around friends, family, or people out on the street, where your mind would run rapid laps around itself, trying to figure out what everyone thought of you.

at work, it was the same; sizing yourself up to your coworkers, figuring out how well-liked you were— how replaceable you would be if one day you suddenly up and dropped, or, more likely in your mind, you annoyed everyone enough that they let you go. 

never really knowing what others thought terrified you. obviously it wasn't the norm despite living in a world filled with those gifted with abilities to be able to read another's mind but that didn’t mean your mind could simply let the anxieties go. your head always seemed to be buzzing, preoccupied with concerns about something.

which is why you had tried to block everything out, the moment you woke up this morning and every rustle of your legs tumbled in the sheets was too loud for your ears; a playlist of music on shuffle played softly from your phone nearby, giving your brain something mindless to focus on while you had your head pressed between pillows to deafen out the rest of the world.

you didn’t feel any better or any energized despite how much you had slept today, but at the very least, sleep often took you away from constantly having to listen to whatever your mind wanted to rave and overthink next.

'what time is it? have i even gotten up once today? i should at least walk around. clean up. i'll never be motivated to get out of bed like this—' there your head went, taking one simple question and turning it into spindles of chains to wrap around your throat.

but when you feel the mattress sink beside you, suddenly everything goes quiet. the sheets become just sheets again–not something you’re sinking into or dirtying. someone has opened the curtains, revealing an orange sunset outside, and something nice is playing from the speaker of your phone, you realize.

he is the only one who doesn’t make your head spin. he is your grounding anchor, the gravitational force keeping your feet planted on this earth, opening your eyes to the beauty of the world you couldn’t otherwise see due your own anxieties.

“you been here all day?” he must have snuck in without you even hearing him (which isn’t hard to believe, considering the cushions you’d just been pressing to both of your ears), even giving him enough time to change. chuuya’s hair is still in a loose ponytail and he wears that black choker around his neck as always, but he’s dressed in a white shirt and some sweatpants, his gloveless hands reaching out to rub circles in your back.

he’s bare with you, and that’s what you love most about him.

you’ve had you’re insecurities about not being good enough for him and anything else typical within a relationship, but he never leaves you wondering. he grabs your hand to keep you from floating away too far, getting lost in your own thoughts, often pulling you back into the moment, when you’re lying in bed with him on quiet nights, the sides of your faces only lit by a nearby warm bedside lamp. he’ll trace the side of your face, searching your eyes, asking, “where did you go?”

and you can’t always answer, but you know, every time he asks you this question, that at least you can tell him where you are now. you’re at home with him. 

and this moment is no different, with his calloused hands gliding up and down your back, and you only let out a small whine, shuffling closer to him as best as you can with how tangled you are up in his sheets.

“what’s wrong?” he asks softly, head tilting towards you slightly as you shimmy closer. “how can i help, sweetheart?”

you like how clear he is. how he always tells you what he’s thinking. he never leaves anything up to interpretation, always silencing your thoughts before they can make an assumption and run far with it.

while in the beginning of your relationship, it was hard to always voice what you needed, you came to realize with time that when chuuya asked you what he could do to help, it wasn’t him pressuring you to tell him what was wrong. it was simply how his head worked; he wanted you to be clear about what you needed. if that meant talking out your problems, he would listen. if that meant leaving you alone, he’d give you as much time as you needed (albeit probably checking in at some points just to make sure you didn’t need anything, it was just his nature to care for you). but all in all, he just needed you to talk to him. he would talk to you, you would talk to him. that's how miscommunication was prevented. your mind always felt so clear when you were around him because of how rationally he seemed to think of everything—all you had to do was follow his lead, and everything else came easily. things were never sugar-coated between the two of you, they were said plain and simple. (and with how charming he was, chuuya’s words often ended up being just as sweet as sugar anyway, not even needing to be wrapped up in some false front. when he said “i love you,” it was something clear. a fact, not something said just to appease you or mellow things out, he said it because he meant it).

and how refreshing it was, being lost in a sea of your own murky, unclear thoughts based off of assumptions upon assumptions, to be pulled from that ocean to the shoreline and be promised that the sun would rise again.

eventually, opening up to him became easier. even thought it sometimes took a few hours, you always ended up telling him what was on your mind and he waited patiently every time. he only ever listened unless you asked for more, and he never invalidated your feelings. trusting that he was just going to listen to you, it began to take even less time to prepare yourself to open up. it became as easy as taking a sip of water; something you had to do voluntarily, but was still needed, healing, and often refreshing.

the pitch of your voice slightly heightens as you hum a “yes” in response to his question, curling up closer to him, and his fingers have found their way into your hair, combing through it. “got tired of everything,” you whisper softly, resting your forehead against the side of his thigh, thankful for his contact.

“yeah? i’m sure you did, baby. you’re doing a lot. it’s good to take a break every now and then. anything in particular spur you to take the day off? there’s no shame in just deciding to take a rest day for the hell of it either, though,” he speaks as gently as his actions, shifting slightly on the bed so that you can rest more comfortably, your head now laying in his lap, and he brushes your hair out of your face as you look up at him and his pretty bangs framing his face as he leans down towards you.

you hum in thought at the question, searching your brain for the answer. was there something that had triggered you to break today? or was it just the build-up of it all? “not really anything in particular,” you shrug slightly, still admiring his golden-brown eyes, hooded and soft, gazing into your own, “just felt like everything came toppling down today. i’ve just been thinking too much about what others think of me. i don’t feel that important to the world, or my job. i’m easily replaceable–nothing special–and yet i have to keep fighting for this job. i have to fight to occupy space for myself in the world when i never even asked to be here in the first place. —and of course you make everything better but i mean–you know me. you’re good to me. you’re too good to me. and sometimes i can’t understand why you waste all of that goodness in you on me.” by the time you’re finished, he’s gently lifted your head out of his lap to lay down on his side next to you, continuing to face you the entire time. 

you finish your long-winded explanation of unreasonable worries, and he only stares into your face, and you begin to shift under his eyes uncomfortably. his head his propped up in his hands, and he wears a small smile on his face, eyes flicking every few moments to focus on a different part of your face. “...chuu?” you whisper his name quietly, and his smile only grows.

“sorry, got too caught up admiring your pretty face,” he apologizes, and there he goes again, being so honest it makes your heart squeeze sometimes. he shifts his position slightly, reaching out his free hand to intertwine his slender fingers with yours, gently pressing the pads of his fingertips against your own, playing with them. “well, first of all, don’t think of your life through the lens that you are now. you can’t control or read anyone else’s mind, and that’s okay. people make a lot of irrational decisions anyway, it’s impossible to predict what someone will do, so don’t worry about what they think. what makes how they perceive you or what they think more correct than what you feel? they could be totally wrong about something, and they are if they think you’re replaceable, or bad, or whatever. don’t make yourself smaller for anyone else. you’re so smart and thoughtful and if anyone makes you feel bad about who you are, i’ll talk shit back to them, alright?”

you nod at his words but don’t meet his attempt to lighten the mood, only shifting closer again, hiding your face in his chest, breathing in his scent. his hand is back on your head, keeping you close while combing through your hair. “i think you're perfect as you are, [y/n]. i wouldn't want you any other way. you're the only thing on my mind all the time and you’re all i think about—if you're worried about what goes through my mind. i'll always be here for you, i'll be right behind you even if the world is against you. all you need is me, i’d burn everything to the ground for you in a heartbeat."

dazai.

as a kid, you quickly learned not to fight back. 

others were allowed to be angry and lash out, but when you did the same, it was wrong wrong wrong.

when you were young, you learned that love was conditional.

there was no understanding when it came to your emotions. no matter the kind of day that you had you were still expected to always be kind and patient, and never yell back.

to be loved–or rather, to simply survive in this world, you had to be the smaller person; never expect someone to love you for who you are, but because they like that you’re agreeable, quiet, and passive. never expect anyone to care about how you feel, no matter how close of a friend they are.

and surely, you couldn’t expect any kind of empathy from a coworker.

but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, and you could feel the way your chest contracted, suffocating with you, every time you were the brunt of kunikida’s critiques. there was no middle between letting the man belittle you to a husk of your former self or the scariest option of all: say something and risk your dynamic with him worsening even more.

setting boundaries and speaking your mind had never been things that came easy to you, as admitting that something was wrong in your relationship with someone always seemed to leave a gaping hole in the relationship that would always be prevalent, at least to you. telling someone who seemed to be unaware of how unkind their words were “you’re hurting me” seemed to always make things awkward between you and the other party. they realized they could no longer throw you around and every time they left, you couldn't help but think you should've dealt with it and kept your mouth shut. 

so you smile and nod along to whatever kunikida’s ordering you to do next, fake laughing when he says something about how important the job is and to make sure you don’t fail, as if such an option was even possible. you had never messed up anything he asked you to do, and with how long he went on about the importance of the job, you never planned to. but his ending words always reminded you of how little your efforts seemed to matter to him. he would never trust you or see you as anything better than just a little office worker to dump work on.

your face drops as soon as the man turns his back to you, and you let out a quiet sigh before returning to the laptop in front of you before hands upon your shoulders scare you.

“caught you!” a voice pops up from behind you, making you exclaim, jumping in your seat, whipping your head around to see a familiar brown-haired man. he was always causing problems for kunikida and getting scolded, and yet he seemed to be able to take everything as a light-hearted joke. he came into work every day with a smile on his face and new ways to irritate kunikida, while you couldn’t see yourself ever returning to this office if that man yelled at you the way he yelled at the boy in front of you even once.

“dazai! you scared me,” your eyes follow him as he slides into the chair next to you, slightly rolling away from you with how he’d launched himself into the seat. “what did you…catch?” you ask, watching as he scoots closer back to you again, resting his cheek on a bandaged arm atop of the oak desk you both sit at.

“now, now. let's not try and act all innocent. why are you letting him talk to you like that if it hurts you?” he asks with a smile, while your face only pales, your heart completely freezing up the moment you hear the question you fear most. you have to tear your eyes away before he sees through you anymore, and you look down into your lap, where you’re picking at your fingers. if dazai noticed it, surely others did. had kunikida been able to read your face? had you offended him because you refused to communicate your true feelings with him? maybe you seemed like a stuck-up individual in his eyes if he could tell that you were faking with him, and you weren’t sure if him believing that lie or finding out the truth would be worse.

“well i…” you trail off when his fingers come into your line of sight, intertwining them with yours, stopping you from the bad habit.

“have i ever gotten upset with you for very understandably getting annoyed at my endless antics? have we ever disagreed on something we absolutely refused to resolve? no to both. but are humans creatures of imperfection by nature? have we all made mistakes? yes, and that’s why they’re able to forgive each other unless they’re insufferably stuck up. but don’t let your head turn kunikida into a monster he’s not. he’ll understand if you ask him to speak to you less directly, or with more belief in you. he’s giving you these jobs because he trusts you, you know. he just rambles on about the importance of them because that’s who he is. you know that, and you know him. you know he’ll work to treat others with the respect they deserve, you just have to tell him so first. but he’s not going to get mad at you,” your eyes flick up from where he’s running a thumb along your knuckles up to him, only to find him already looking at you with those warm hazel brown eyes of his. he’s right, and it feels nice to be seen and not bashed for your true feelings. instead, you're being understood. under his gaze, you no longer feel weak for how sensitive or emotional you may feel. he’s looking at you like you’re worth something, worth enough that you can fight for yourself, worth enough to deserve to be comfortable in your relationships, rather than used by those near you.

“thank you,” you mumble, and he’s pulled you close by the wheels of your own chair, your knees knocking as one of his hands reach up to caress the back of your neck, soothing you further as you continue to look at him.

his lips are still curved into a smile, not the trickster one he wears as he comes up with his next plot to harass kunikida, but a soft, genuine one, like he loves and cares about you, without you even asking anything of him. maybe this is what love is; being looked at and known, without even having to open your mouth.

“of course, angel,” he murmurs, fingers brushing against the back of your scalp, “bring it up while atsuhi or i are around if you want, we’ll help you explain how you feel. you’re not alone, you never were and you never have to be."

ranpo.

ranpo’s heightened abilities to observe, infer, and understand go far past anything related to his detective work. 

the first time he found you feeling down and wanted to comfort you, he defaulted to what he knows helps him feel better (i.e. sweet treats, dim lights, warm, quiet environments). the entire time, while his hand is on your back, rubbing it soothingly as you lean against him, soft cries muffled by the blanket he’s placed over you, his brain is running the entire time with what he can do best to support you; did you like what he brung you? do you prefer to isolate yourself or do you like the company when you’re feeling down? blankets or no blankets? do you want him to talk to you and try to provide a distraction or is just being there for you what you need? touch, or no touch?

ranpo is so attentive to your needs. whatever you want and is best for you, he will get you and do for you. he gives all thanks to fukuzawa, for helping him realize not everyone sees the world the way he does, all those years ago. since then, he’s learned to be more responsive, emotionally thoughtful, and soft-hearted in his responses if that’s that what you need. but if you want to hear logic and how he’s rationalizing out your situation, he can do that, too. again, he is completely willing to bend and shape himself to your needs. the only thing he will always push for is to be in a room with you when you’re feeling down, even if you don’t want company </3

he knows when you really need to be alone, but he doesn’t like to let you be on your own for too long. he’ll always be in the next room over if you need anything, quietly pacing the room, only worried and thinking of you and if he can do anything more for you. if you’re curled up in bed all night, he’ll eventually knock on the door to ask if he can sleep with you and keep you company. he wholeheartedly believes letting other people help you and be there for you helps, especially to prevent you from spiraling down any pits of despair or insecurity. he wants you to know how much he cares about you and your wellbeing, he wants to be there to hold you close, press gentle kisses to your head, and murmur promises that he’ll never ever leave you alone.

but if you say no to company, he is happy to sleep on the couch and will be up the moment you call his name if you need something or decide you do want company. he is there completely for you always and whenever, and all of it comes from a place of love. he’ll never push you to do anything or tell him anything you don’t want to, and he’ll try not to infer anything even if he knows he could use context clues to find out exactly what’s upsetting you. he knows you’ll tell him when you’re ready if you want to, and it’s never his job to be in your business. his only responsibility is to love you and make sure you know it <3

oda.

you’ve never been great at facing your own problems, and you’re even worse at facing others in your time of struggle. it feels impossible to rely upon anyone, no matter how close they are to you.

sakunosuke oda is a selfless man, always taking care of others, putting their wellbeing above his own. he took in five orphans despite knowing the increased risk to his own safety that would come with taking care of them, and he still chose to do it despite not having a place of his own to take care of them at. he gives half of his wage as one of the lowest-ranking members of the port mafia to the kids every time he receives his salary and he’s never once deviated from the habit.

you know he’d drop everything for you if you told him what was wrong, but you couldn’t do that to him. it didn’t feel that serious. and worst of all, telling him how you were feeling would only cause him to cut his job short and then he’d be standing there with you while you continued to wallow in misery; of course his presence would help you feel better, but it wouldn’t immediately solve everything.

it wasn’t worth it. was your justification as you slipped out of your shared apartment. it wasn’t worth telling someone else how you were feeling, because they couldn’t solve it. you couldn’t solve it. you couldn’t even figure out for yourself what was wrong. you had to make your existence worth it instead, then. the best way you found, to distract yourself from your feelings and make sure they remained pushed down, was by helping others. no one whose in need of help often asks how others are truly doing, and you like that about them.

you don’t tell him where you’re going. you have nothing to hide; you just don’t want to worry him. you’ll tell him if he asks, but for now, you’re on your own.

but what kind of partner would he be if he didn’t know you? if he hadn’t memorized and kissed every mole, freckle, and blemish adorning your body? he knew you better than you realized, although you could never fully accept the fact that he paid attention to you, remembered your likes and dislikes, and knew your habits and routines like the back of his hand, all just because he loves you.

and when he comes home from work to an empty house, searching for any traces of you, he’s not worried. he has an idea of where you are and he knows that all he needs to do is text you, if he's curious. and he doesn’t immediately push his assumptions onto you about why you might be out and where; he knows you can take care of yourself and that you’ll communicate your needs to him. so when he texts you, it's not that he's demanding that you come home or ot tell him your whereabouts. rather, his texts are just to let you know he cares and is waiting for you at home.

sakunosuke ♡ : i’m home, just wanted to let you know

sakunosuke ♡ : text me if you need anything. and be safe

if he sees that you haven’t at least read his message within an hour or if he just can't wait to see you when you get home, whenever that may be, he already knows where to find you nine times out of 10. he’ll text the owner of his favorite curry shop, asking him if he’s seen you while already on his way down to the restaurant.

it's usually where he can find you there when you’re feeling down; braiding sakura’s hair, folding their laundry, coloring with one of the boys, helping out downstairs in the kitchen, or wherever else you can find a place to keep yourself busy. he knows that you’re always like this when you’re upset, and if you won’t take the day off to take care of yourself, then he will do it for you happily and well. he won’t even try to pull you away from what you’re doing–he’ll simply sit down with you, grabbing his own colored pencil while making small talk with the kids, giving you a small smile when you realize he's come into the room. or suddenly he’s next to you, helping you carry and hang up laundry, or drying off the dishes you’re washing.

and then before you know it, you’re walking home with him, hand in hand, a plastic bag rustling in his free one. you’ve both stopped to get food on the way home, and once you make it there, he’s immediately sitting you down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “let me do everything, love.” he’ll help you out of your clothes into something more comfortable, holding your hair back while you wash your face and clean up, he’ll pull your chair out for you as you sit back down, and run a hand through your hair, keeping any stray strands out of your face as you eat. 

outside of the house, you can bury your feelings as much as you want to and work to please others, but at home with him, you’re the focus. you’re the one who’s honored and worshipped in the house. sakunosuke’s not letting you lift a finger if he can help it, and you can’t get away with continuing to ignore your feelings when his only desire is to help you.

and you’ll tell him what’s bothering you when you’re ready. he knows that after how long you both have been together. and so in the meantime, he’ll wait patiently, showering you with all the love in the world. ♡

[shishishi-sunny]

SPOILERS FOR ONE PIECE CH. 1138

Vibes for this chapter:

Now that my hands have stopped shaking, here are my main take aways. This is gonna be a super long word vomit, so just be prepared:

Shamrock is aware of Shanks (they might have met) and seems disappointed that Shanks likes chilling with ✨the commoners✨

If Shamrock’s sword has the Cerberus-Cerberus Fruit, that means that the theory of Blackbeard having it is debunked

The Shiki-looking figure made a reappearance when Luffy was talking about Shank’s family and seems to be approaching the castle, so we might meet them soon

THE MURAL AND HARLEY

I wonder if there will be a specific character that made the mural, who we’ll be introduced to later. Ripley’s line about “a child’s dream” stood out to me

Due to the “Three Worlds” that Robin reads about, I’m assuming that it’s basically confirmed that there have been 3 holders of the Nika fruit, that coincided with the 3 world-changing events (the first Nika, Joyboy, and now Luffy)

There are 3 demon-like figures, one for each world. I assume they represent the foe that each Nika rose up against, but are they different? Are they the same? Are they all Imu? Only Oda can tell

And here’s everything I took note of on the mural:

The First World

The forbidden sun — power source? Devil Fruits???

Seems like it caused the separation of the earth and the sky/heavens

Lots of factory imagery

Who were the slavers?

The figures (the slaves) carry sun/starburst things. Are these the forbidden sun? Devil fruits? They seem to be throwing them toward the Second World part of the mural, where “embers of war” are mentioned

BIG SNAKE, SERPENT OF HELL, WHO ARE YOU???

The Second World

“The God of the Forest sent forth demons” — is this about devil fruits? Fruits grow on trees (duh) and then obviously demons = devils. And later, it talks about the Sea becoming enraged

Mentions of people belonging to the Half-Moon and the Moon. What is the difference? Is this referencing the Lunarians?

“Humanity killed the Sun, and then ascended to divinity” — they killed Nika or Joyboy? Seems to be about the Celestial Dragons

“The God of the Sea became enraged” — about the rising of the sea levels?

bruh, the boats look like Enel’s ship. If Enel comes back, I’ll lose my mind

The Third World

Where we are now. The final arc. What we should expect. The future.

References the Void Century and how the Elders and Imu remember what happened and what might happen (“the day of promise”)

“They will surely meet again” Who? The reunion of everything that was separated in the First and Second Worlds? The reunion of all the gods that were mentioned?

The mural is amazing and there are so many details throughout, but especially in this section

Obviously there’s Nika/Joyboy (Luffy) leading an army against a figure that’s probably Imu

Under Imu, there’s a boat with figures in white uniforms — Marines/the World Gov

In Nika’s army, there are figures that represent: giants, minks, lunarians, mermaids and fishmen, samurai/ninja/people from Wano, a robot (Emet?), dwarves/tontatta, Sea Kings/Laboon (the whale), and a ship with a flag that looks like the Alabasta kingdom’s flag (@sabo-torao’s post brought my attention to that, shoutout to them)

There are so many details that I probably missed and so many things that Oda probably hasn’t explored yet, but will and I’m so excited

But TLDR: Oda cooked, Lore Piece is real, this chapter was fantastic, and the final war arc is gonna blow my mind

[monoclesnapple]

Intermediate Shenanigans

Bungo Stray Dogs Chuuya Nakahara & Gender Neutral Reader + Osamu Dazai & Reader + Odasaku X Reader Summary: Headcanons about taking care of middle schooler Dazai and Chuuya and dating Oda Beginning Note: Shoutout to all the class clowns/funny people, they're great inspiration for scenarios. @kiwibeanv helped with the stories of said funnies. Word Count: 2629 (Fluff/Crack)

First off, you're their parent figure and they live with you. All comfy with you and they trust you a lot. Now to move on to their stupidity.

Immaturity at its finest.

It’s constant arguing, pointing fingers, and the like.

They’re always fighting for your attention, pushing against each other so your hand can pet them.

You’re sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Dazai runs into the living room and jumps to the spot next to you. Since you’re leaning against the armrest, there’s only one seat next to you.

Dazai pushes himself under your arm and hugs your waist as he sighs contentedly. You idly rub his arm for a few minutes before Chuuya comes in with an annoyed expression.

“Oi, StinkZai, do your history homework before you go do whatever.”

Dazai whined and buried himself deeper into your side. “I’ll do it later! I’m tired right now.” He closed his eyes.

“Dazai, you need to do your assignments before you eventually forget and never get them done,” you told him. He let out a groan at that, “Why can’t Chuuya do it? Isn’t he supposed to listen to me since I’m smarter?”

“You’re not smarter than me! Even a shrimp can do better than you!” Chuuya sped to the two of you and pulled on Dazai until the latter fell to the floor.

“Ow!- That’s my spot!” The brunette rubbed his arm. Chuuya had stolen his spot in your arms now and smirked at the other.

“Maybe you should’ve done your homework first, you idiot!” He blew a raspberry and rested his head on your shoulder.

You sighed, “If you two continue to fight, I’m simply going to go to my room and relax without either of you.”

They both froze and looked at you then at each other. Despite their inability to cooperate without trouble, they agreed on the fact that your presence was probably the most important thing they want. They begrudgingly decided to keep quiet, moving so Chuuya can sit on one of your knees while Dazai reclaimed his initial place.

Eventually, they get their emo phases. One day, Dazai just randomly started wearing bandages over his eye, saying that he looks better.

“Why are you wasting bandages?” “Because I look so cool and a lot of girls come up to me and say I look nice! I know that so many people have a crush on me, especially when I’m like this!” “Just wait til they find out that this stupid mackerel is actually a bad person and a major turn off!” “Chuuya, don’t say that, please.”

And Chuuya had a Sonic phase. He thought the hedgehog was so cool, he wanted to be like him in as many ways he can.

He then found out about Conker’s Bad Fur Day and asked you if he could get it. You thought it’d be a wholesome game for kids, but when you looked at the plot and ratings, you didn’t buy it for him. He was sad, but got over it.

And then he came across Devil May Cry and decided to watch the gameplay and cutscenes because you might not buy it for him (you may consider, but it still has some scenes that you’re skeptical about.)

Nero from DMC4 is so cool despite the excessive “Kyrie!” throughout the game, Chuuya wants to dress like him. And dye his hair white.

Every time he loves a character, he wants to dye his hair their own hair color, but you never let him because why should he ruin his lovely hair? (He may or may not ask to dye his hair just so you can compliment him.)

Hot Topic is their favorite store because it has so many aesthetics and they love the style of the apparel.

They start simping for characters and reading fanfics. You know what they’re reading because they use the family/shared device and don’t delete the history. Why are there so many lemons? What do they mean? (Unless you’re a fanfic reader yourself)

They kinda know what sex is, they have a faint idea, but they’re probably wrong on a few things.

Hence, Dazai is excited for sex ed! Wooo! His head is smacked by Chuuya because the latter is embarrassed that he just yelled that out and now kids are looking at them.

When they’re learning about it, Dazai’s snickering at the pictures. But not the childbirth, what the actual fuck did they just watch? 

Oh boy, now they’re the cringe and immature kids who laugh at everything that can vaguely be related to sex.

Anyways, now to the scenario that was the whole reason for this

You were sitting on the couch, Dazai and Chuuya on the floor and you’re petting their heads. You check your phone, keeping a hand on Chuuya’s head and caressing it. He’s smiling with his eyes closed in bliss. Oh, how he loves this affection.

Until Dazai pushes and climbs on him to be the receiver of your pets. He smiles innocently when you glance over, but smirks at Chuuya, who shoves him as well and takes his spot back.

This continues to go on and you’re about to say something, but then the door is unlocked and opened. Dazai excitedly turns to see Oda coming in. He runs over and hugs the man while Chuuya sets himself in your lap.

After greeting Dazai, Oda is carrying him and walks to you and Chuuya, pressing a kiss to your head and ruffling Chuuya’s hair.    

You're in a relationship with Oda, and Dazai loves it.

His two favorite people together, who he might call his parents? How blessed he is!

He doesn’t know who he prefers, so the two of you are equal in his eyes. But when it comes to physical affection, he might go to Oda since Chuuya’s all over you and Dazai’s too tired to do anything. Also, he doesn’t see Oda as often as he does you.

Chuuya thinks Oda is great, but he’s not as close to him as Dazai is. If he had to choose between you or Oda, he’d honestly choose you.

Oda loves coming home to find you three waiting for him on the couch. It warms his heart that he is wanted and loved.

Either he comes home to you all cooking dinner, sleeping in a pile on the floor, playing games (board games or video) , or watching TV.

He still takes care of his adopted children at the curry shop, but he also enjoys the company of Dazai and Chuuya

Sometimes, he would bring those five kids to your house so they can play with Dazai and Chuuya. Everyone has fun, it’s like a party. (Sneaking kisses in the kitchen as everyone else plays video games on the TV)

Oda is a gentleman, whenever you two go out, he always opens the door for you, pulls out your seat, and kisses your hand when you both meet and bid goodbye to each other.

If Dazai ever sees you and Oda share a kiss, he’s cheering in his mind. Whereas Chuuya just brushes it off with an unnoticeable upwards twitch of his lips and an eye roll.

Once, you spotted Oda talking to Dazai outside under the moonlight. You knew the former was telling the teen about the right thing to do. Dazai had expressed his want of being involved in some well known group.

He hinted a little about maybe being a detective or even following Oda’s footsteps of going to the mafia. You really didn’t want him to go with the second option, but at least he’d have Oda to guide him if he’s even alive at that time

Thus, he’s told to prioritize other people’s happiness over his own. It’s tough, but it’s for the better of everyone.

He also says the same to Chuuya, but he goes into more detail with Dazai. You mainly handle Chuu with the lectures since he’s more likely to take your words to heart.

Chuuya has great friends in school, they seem like a lovely bunch, and you trust them. You’ve met them before and they were very nice.

Dazai doesn’t have as many, but you can tell he’s not really clicking with them like Chuuya is with his own. When his mood seems to lower, you go to him when he’s alone and you two cuddle. You can faintly pick up the sound of sniffles and feel your clothing moisten. After the session, you two don’t mention it because you know Dazai doesn’t want to remember that.

With any trauma, you take them to therapy. If it’s affecting either kid negatively, they need to talk about it. Initially, they talk to you, but they go see a professional if that doesn’t work.

Academically, the two of them are good. Dazai’s grades are always A’s even if he procrastinates or doesn’t seem to get his work done.

Chuuya usually gets B’s, but his PE is the best with an A+. He signs up for any sports the school offers if he’s interested.

Dazai’s lowest grade is PE, around a C because he’s not athletic like Chuuya.

Both Dazai and Chuuya have the same PE class and teacher, but their participation and effort are the opposite.

“Okay, everyone needs to do fifteen seconds of push-ups and fifteen sit-ups, let’s go! Get started!” The teacher instructed. They were walking around their class in the gym, ensuring everyone was doing what they were told.

They noticed a student lying face down next to the wall and when they walked by, they pointed at him and asked, “Who is that?”

Chuuya heard their inquiry and answered, “Dazai.”

The teacher was silent for a second before focusing back on the other students, “Let’s go! You should be on the next exercise now!”

Whenever there’s a fundraiser, they’re begging you to please donate so they can get a prize.

“Pleeeaaassseee? You can get a refrigerator stuffed with $200! Or even an iPad!” Dazai’s giving you the puppy eye(s) [depends if he’s bandaged his eye or not] and Chuuya is hugging you and kissing your cheek. “We love you so much, can you pretty please with a cherry on top donate? We’ll pay you back!” (They don’t make money, nor do they have an allowance.)

When it comes to projects, Dazai always waits until the last minute.

“Hey, can we go to the store and buy supplies? I have a project.” He whispered to you.

“Huh...?” You were woken up by him at whatever the time was, so you rubbed your eyes and sat up. Oda was still asleep beside you, a peaceful expression on his face. You kept your voice to not disturb him, “What?” When you checked the time, it was 2 am.

“I need some things for my science project,” Dazai was just standing by your bed, with big eyes, looking as though he had thrown up.

“When’s it due?”

“Tomorrow.” You frowned at that.

“Sorry bud, can’t help you. It’s too late, why aren’t you in bed?”

“I had to work on my project and other assignments,” he shifted in his spot and awkwardly averted his eyes. “I only need two things, glitter markers and a poster board.”

You stared at him tiredly, before sighing. “What happened to the ones I bought at the beginning of school?”

“I lost them.”

You blinked, unmoving. “And you can’t borrow Chuuya’s?”

He shook his head, saying they weren’t what he needed. At last, you moved the covers off your body and made your way to the closet. “Fine, go get ready. You should be thankful I’m even entertaining this idea.”

Dazai silently cheered and sped to his room. Why were you so lenient with these children? They’re gonna be spoiled.

His project was claiming that potatoes can power up devices. As stupid as it sounds, he somehow makes it convincing until it’s actually tested and obviously it doesn’t work. But he still gets a passing grade for the effort.

During one of their classes, Chuuya asked to go to the bathroom and ten minutes later when the teacher was about to ask about his location, he comes back with a lunch tray.

“Where’d you get that?” “I look like a sixth grader.”

He just munched away as everyone stared at him confused before they got back to the lesson.

Another time, the teacher left the room for a few minutes. Since Dazai wondered what their coffee tasted like, he waltzed over to the desk and took a sip and immediately spat it out.

“Ugh! It tastes like shit!” When the teacher came back, the whole class silently agreed to stay quiet and not tell on him.

When it was around Halloween and everyone could wear a costume, Dazai wore a squirrel suit. He brought an acorn prop and clipped it to the front of his pants. When walking up to the stage for the best costume contest, he hit the acorn with his legs, playing with it, until it accidently hit his balls and he crouched to the floor in pain. Of course, the guys winced at it, but it was pretty funny. Someone, Chuuya probably, yelled out, “He busted a nut!”

More nonsense, pantsing sometimes occurred. And Chuuya was the unfortunate target for Dazai. He had snuck up behind the former, and yanked down his pants. Regrettably, Dazai’s fingers also caught onto the waistband of the undergarments and when it came down, he got a face full of balls.

He was so traumatized despite being the one to commit the act.

Food fights can also happen. While Chuuya was peacefully eating his lunch, Dazai threw a tomato slice at him and the fruit made a satisfying splat! on Chuuya’s cheek.

He also tried to throw cheese, but he missed and it landed in the hair of someone who was just walking by. (And somehow did not get in trouble).

For presentations, Chuuya had to do an audio recording, and Dazai just sneezed at the beginning of it, He recorded another but when uploading the audio files, he accidently clicked the sneeze one. Presentation day was funny, but Chuuya didn’t necessarily like it.

If they had online school, Chuuya would be talking to the camera before a ball smacks his face. He falls out of frame, and Dazai is just seen running in the background.

There are also interviews or random school news done by the student council. They hate having to work with Dazai and Chuuya together because they always argue. The one time the video went right was when Chuuya had a voice crack.

Rallies also happen, and students would have to cheer as loud as they can for their team. Chuuya and Dazai are the loudest, but they also suffer from voice cracks. After the rally, they lose their voice for about a day.

Rocketry is an elective, and there’s a weird Russian kid named Fyodor. Both the boys don’t really like him. Since he’s associated with rats (Kids call him Rat, and one person did see him surrounded by rats in an alleyway as though they were dependent on him), they wanted to get a rat plushie. They asked you if you could get them the plush. You decided to buy it for them, not knowing why they actually wanted it.

They taped it to a rocket they made for the elective, put more power into it, and they launched it into the air. When it blasted off, they looked at Fyodor with threatening stares.

Occasionally, you and Oda would volunteer to help with some school activities. The first time both of you arrived, so many students had a crush on either of you. They’d go to Chuuya/Dazai and whisper “That’s your parent?”

Oda’s a dilf and you’re also a milf/dilf.

What a happy family you lot are.

[chaifootsteps]

Gabe hasn’t done a fan song for lackadaisy but he does a a lot of fansongs for HH (insane got so popular that it became an emote on Fortnite and Oda the creator of One Piece had it on his Spotify playlist. Gabe and Ashley fucking propelled HH to fame, don’t even try to change my mind) why aren’t they bringing up HH and Viv when it comes to Gabe? Gabe was never involved with lackadaisy except for shoutouts and supporting his friends involved with the show.

A lot of stans I've seen seem to be confusing Gabe with Ed Bosco, which is both infuriating and really funny. A fandom of thinkers they're not.

[saltymagpie]

Unbreakable

🌊✨ Cytherea breaks free from the chains of slavery, but can anyone truly escape their past? She's on a quest to find her place in the world while helping her captain become the King of the Pirates! 🏴‍☠️

⚠️ Just a heads up, my writing tackles some sensitive topics, so I’ll be marking those with .

And when things heat up? Ill put a on the chapter 🍋 Grown-ups only, folks!!

Just a little note: this story starts off as a slow burn (I know, I know, *yawn* 😴) but trust me, it gets spicy real fast! Thanks for sticking with me! 😅

P.S. I don’t own any One Piece characters—huge shoutout to the legendary Oda-sama! ☠️💖🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

[1000sunnygo]

Saw someone trying to claim that cora secretly resented his birth dad (too lazy to correctly spell the man’s name) and like nah dude. That’s the main reason he ran away. He still loved his dad and never blamed him. Because I think despite everything he saw his dad as good hearted and correct, just painfully naiive. I sometimes wonder if doflamingo ever truly hated their dad. Resents the hell out of him, hated his actions, blames him for his childhood miseries and stone cold in his murder. But their dad was never presented in a hatable way, at least from my reading.

Agreed, Homing wasn't presented in a hateable way. Oda designed him as an elegant-looking fellow in spite of being a regular Tenryubito and that says enough. The Donquixote couple were the only Celestial Dragons who couldn't be brainwashed into becoming egocentric psychopaths even though they were born and raised at Mariejeoise, they owe some respect.

The criticisms of Homing's personality comes from our own judgement of his character and not from canon narration, shoutout to @eroguron0nsense for this meta summarizing his flaws. Frankly speaking, I think Homing was doomed to die. Being killed by his own son just adds a layer of irony, it wasn't a dignifying way to go.

As for Rosi, he clearly held a high opinion of his father:

"How was such a monster born in the family of such kind hearted mother and father? I don't get it. He's not a human."

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In fact, I doubt Rosi ever pondered about his father's naivety at all. There's no point in digging the faults of a humble father who died long ago, considering that a greater evil (still) existed in their bloodline who inflicted much bigger pain in his childhood. Rosi's most severe loss in his childhood was his parent's deaths, not the lavish life at Mariejeoise.

Point to note is that a six year old's cognitive development is still underway, a ten y/o on old on the other hand, has evolved a lot. Rosi wasn't be able to judge his parent's character the same way his brother could. I've wondered, if Rosi were around Doffy's age, would he be influenced by Doffy's ideas a lot more, like most younger siblings? Probably not, since Rosi's thought process is fundamentally different from Doffy's. He's hotheaded and impulsive, but he's not vengeful. Rosi enlisted as a marine to save civilians in spite of being poorly treated as a child, and knowing that they'd hate him if they knew about his bloodline. I can't imagine Law or Doffy doing the same. Rosi is a humanitarian who held a deep sense of justice (passed from Sengoku and kindhearted parents) - that neither of those two had.

Having a bit of thought experiment, if Law as a child were in Doffy's position, I can see him resenting his father - not for losing the family status but for endangering his family's life (and the death of his mother). But I don't think he would've been manipulated by bad adults into killing his father. I see Rosi's driving force his morality (returned to his brother to stop him to save the civilians), Doffy's is self importance (would throw away anyone for his own cause), and Law's is love (extreme protectiveness of those he loves). No matter what, Law wouldn't be risking the safety (and sanity) of his younger sister.

Back on track... does Doffy truly hate his father?

Yes, he does.. in a complex way. Doffy still considers Homing's actions to be the source of his miseries. But I believe "family" means something profound to Doffy. Regardless of what happened or how much he hates him, Homing is HIS father, and that by default means he's a human of a higher value.

Doffy made this particular way of execution, to shoot with his flintlock, somewhat ritualistic and specific for those he deems as his family. As he said in chapter 769, he sees it as a form of redemption.

"But, I shall forgive you! The same way I forgave my real father and brother: with death!!"

He doesn't want to hate them, so he 'punishes' them and forgives them, which in his self centered mind is a form of entitlement.

The answer got a lot bigger than I expected shdhd thanks for reading my rambling though o7

[l-in-the-light]

This is an appreciation post <3

I just wanted to thank you all lovely people for your comments (be it in reblogs, tags etc.), you all make me smile and feel very warm in my heart, especially you @mochiajclayne and @lutorao! But honestly I cherish all of you, even if you just reblog everything quietly. Without all of your support and excitement I doubt my posts would even get written and would just stay in my head forever. And trust me, I know it, I tried before to share stuff on One Piece discord, One Piece reddit, and it's just not working. Tumblr is such a beautiful place, really.

Special shoutout to @cooknumber3 because the feeling's mutual! Whenever I see your comments in tags it makes me smile and your last reblog pushed me to write this post actually. Please rest assured, it's really not just your fanfic brain making you see things that aren't there. Actually, One Piece is a disgustingly sweet story about love. Do not, by any circumenstance, trust Oda when he says he sucks at writing romance. The way he portrays love, no matter if it's romantic or not, is so, so adorable and One Piece is just full of it. Full to the brim! And Oda is a troll. So when you see signs of love between characters and think to yourself "no way, I must be delusional, this can't be true. it's just a shonen manga after all. I must be projecting what I want to see myself", it's actually the opposite: you caught a glimpse of a secret treasure hidden in the storyline.

And oh god, One Piece isn't just about one treasure. It's a whole treasure trove! And I think I caught glimpse of only one of them, I bet there are more, still waiting to be discovered by brave explorers.

I'm actually preparing another post exactly about that. It will be a love letter to Lawlu. At first I wanted to just give you all a fishing rod and tell you to go fish. But everytime I check lawlu tag people there are always excusing themselves, apologizing for seeing things the way they probably shouldn't, they travel through the fog unsure whether what they see is an illussion or a shape of something, but never sure of what exactly. I know it, because I also spent months going back and forth wondering myself whether I'm just that desperate to see One Piece as something that it actually isn't, until I digged out a treasure chest a few days ago and now nothing is the same to me anymore. You all deserve to experience that feeling too, I just hope I will be able to pass it on properly.

Fandom is starved. And when people are starved you don't give them fishing rods and hope they won't faint while attempting to get some food. No, you just hand them fish. Lots and lots of fish. And I'm gonna do exactly that, I hope you will all enjoy the feast, because next post will be for all of you, to show my gratitude for every single appreciation I got from you.

[softlypaintedseafoam]

finally got around to reading 1140 and i definitely wanna know what everyone else is thinking

first off, who's who using ulti as a damn spin wheel torture toy is absolutely crazy jgfnkgjn never have i ever been hated by a colleague so much

and shoutout to zoro to saving his boyfriend and having a cool fight scene with him. one day i'll be able to say 'congrats zoro, you weren't thinking about luffy for once. i know that took a lot of effort' but it definitely won't be today

also

what lore is the mountain eater gonna drop on us? what sort of information? i already know luffy won't allow anything that has to do with the one piece's location/if it exists, but he will definitely have something interesting to say and i'm 99% sure it will fuel my theory that luffy is roger's reincarnation

that all aside, i know it's been crazy as hell with oda confirming shanks is of a celestial dragon lineage and he has an evil twin older brother but i really wanna see the sort of sociopolitical commentary he'll be making on shanks, shamrock and the celestials as a whole + with elbaf esp with more god's knights showing up

because we already learned that if you're not an allied nation of the world government, you don't get to access the world news but there's definitely going to be even more going on even with everything we've learned and seen in recent chapters like all the lore on nika we got when the feast started and that mural back in 1138

(also, important question, do y'all think shamrock would be into buggy clowns? more important than that, do you y'all think he would fumble buggy one? or is he just build different than his brother?)

[maximumqueer]

I adore Monkey D. Luffy as a protagonist so much, it's not even funny. He is such a wonderfully written character that fully shattered all of my expectations of him when I first started the series 6ish months back (shoutout to the live action series for actually being good and getting me to take that jump).

Like, the main thing holding me back from the series wasn't even the episode/chapter count, I powered through shit like Supernatural and Doctor Who as a kid, long series don't intimidate me all that much. What did stop me from watching it was my assumption that Luffy was going to be a 'typical' Shonen protag, whose main character trait would be being really strong and not much else. I was expecting him to be a flat audience stand in that the young teen boy demographic it was originally aimed for could project their power fantasies onto. I was expecting a stereotypical hero's journey paired with an everyman protagonist.

Which is why when when that trope was completely subverted in the first chapter of the magna/when we learn about his first backstory in general, I was pleasantly surprised. Shanks doesn't take Luffy under his wing, isn't the person who brings Luffy into the world of pirates, Luffy is the one who sets off alone after Shanks refuses to take him, leaving Luffy to his devices to pursue his dreams.

An issue I have with the hero's journey is that it feels formulaic to the point of robbing the MC of agency (obviously not all stories that follow the hero's journey do this, it's just a semi-common pattern I've noticed) . The mentor figure brings the protag into the strange new world, often times without the protag knowing anything about the new world they are entering, and in many cases, did not actively choose to enter. Which is why having a protagonist like Luffy, who is very active in his own story, who decides for himself to be a pirate, and who has strong and consistent characterization to explain his decisions and actions is so nice to see.

A small, silly little moment that really exemplifies this for me is real early on when it's just Luffy and Zoro in the little dingy, and Luffy attempts to catch that bird and instead gets carried off by it to Orange Town. Like, it was obviously a plot device to get the Luffy and Zoro from point A to point B, but instead of having the bird swoop down and snatch up Luffy, making him passive in that moment, Oda has Luffy be the one to engage with the bird first. It's such a small detail, but really stands out to me as an early example of Luffy's decisions directly leading plot advancement.

Anyways, love Luffy. He is my favorite chaotic little gremlin who will now forever be bouncing around in my head like a game of Pong.

[jesters-constantly-writing]

A/N: ALR JOY AND ALASTOR SILLINESS‼️‼️‼️THIS REQUEST IS FROM MY LOVELY GIRLFRIEND BTW SHOUTOUT TO HER, I LOVE YOU SM DEAR <33 I HOPE YOU LIKE THISSSSS!!! :33

CW: Smoking, insomnia, pregnancy mention, addiction coping, hinting to family abuse, things along those lines. Let me know what else to add in terms of content warnings :3

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Synopsis: A girl sits late at night, trying not to give into a habit that haunts her…. She can’t resist it forever though. Good thing she has her partner there, right?

FAIR WARNING THESE ARE ME AND MY GIRLFRIENDS OCS AND AU FOR BSD SO ITS NOT ALLLLL GONNA LINE UP WITH THE PLOT OR ANYTHING BUT SYSKSHSJS I LIKE SHARING A LOT OF MY OC STUFF SO PLS I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! :33 (Also Alastor started off as a self insert but he’s not anymoreeeeee bc he became TOO EMO LOVE HIM THOUGH)

This was made with picrew but I’m unsure of which one :(( pls lmk if you can give me the link so I can add it here!! :3

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A soft exhale of frustration was all that was heard in the room. A girl sat in the room, staring out the window as she looked down. She knew she shouldn’t… She was pregnant, and she promised not to… But she couldn’t sleep. And that was the only way she knew how to.

She grabbed a pack of cigarettes and stared at them, inching for the lighter in the drawer next to her. Grabbing it, mindlessly walked away from the bed, and found herself outside on the balcony.

She looked up at the starry sky as she lit the cigarette. She almost took a drag, her lips parting slightly until she heard the door slide open behind her. She looked over and saw one of her partners rubbing his eye as he looked at her. She flinched slightly at his presence from surprise, quickly turning around to face him.

“Oh… Hi, Star.” She waved as he walked over. “What’re you doing up…?” Alastor crossed his arms and looked up at her, his sight slightly blurred without his monocle. He could still make her out… barely.

“Joy…. I thought you were going to stop…” He softly said as she sighed, looking down. She felt him take the cigarette from her and watched as he dropped it over the balcony. He looked at her, waiting for her answer… He knew why. He wasn’t stupid. He just wasn’t sure how to help her. 

“I just… Can’t sleep…” She muttered as she looked away. Alastor sighed and got next to her, leaning against the railing slightly. She looked at him and then looked away.

“I’m gonna be a horrible—“

“Don’t say that… you’re not….” Alastor looked at her, his eye softening on her. “Joy…. You’re gonna do great…. You have us and the agency to help….”

“I know…. It’s still scary though, Star…”

“I can’t imagine.” He got closer to her and gently brushed some hair out of her face to look at her heterochromatic eyes. His one eye softened at her gentle stare, making him smile a bit.

“Joy…. You’re gonna do great….. I’m sorry it’s so scary but…. We’re here to help…. Just know that…. Okay?” He smiles softly at her. Joy got closer and hugged him tightly.

“Thanks, Star…… you mean the world to me…..” she whispered softly into his ear, hugging him close. “…You sure I won’t mess up….? I don’t wanna…. Be like my mom… or prove Cohen right…. I don’t…. Wanna be like them….. I won’t…. Right…?”

“Let me ask you this….. do you think I’m like my parents?” He asked, tilting his head. She shook her head immediately. “Do you think Dazai is anything like the man who he grew up around? Or anyone we know for that matter?”

“No….. of course not…. but—“

“Just because you’re your parents child it doesn’t mean that you will end up like them…. Parenting isn’t gonna be easy—and I know damn well with Dazai and Chuuya it won’t be, or even myself…. but….. I promise…. We’ll pull through….”

Joy nodded and looked at him. “…Can you help me throw away all my cigarettes?”

“I thought Oda and Chuuya watched you throw them all away? Didn’t they ensure you did?” Alastor crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. Joy sheepishly looked away and shook her head, avoiding his gaze.

“Not all of them….. clearly.” She gestured to the pack in her hand. Alastor sighed but nodded.

They both walked back inside together, Joy leading him to the couch. She picked up a pillow and grabbed a pack from under it. She sighed and gave both the packages to Alastor, watching as he nodded. He went over to the trash and threw them away.

A black cat walked over, watching the two. She jumped on the couch cushion next to the border collie dog next to them. She glanced at the cat for a moment, then closing her eyes again to go back to sleep. The cat joined her, curling up next to her.

With a soft sigh, Joy walked over and hugged onto Alastor’s arm slightly, looking down. “Uhm… thank you… I… I really did try…” her voice cracked a bit, causing Alastor to look over. He wrapped an arm around her waist and looked at her, a slight frown on her face.

“Of course…. And I know… sometimes stuff like that is hard to let go.” Alastor mumbled as he hugged her close. She hugged him tightly, burying herself in the crook of his neck.

“What if…. I can’t stop ever….? I don’t…. Want her to grow up around that….” Joy muttered as she looked down.

“…We all took vows to stop things that wouldn’t be good for her…. I know for a fact we won’t let each other fall….” Alastor smiled softly at Joy. She smiled a bit at him, nodding.

“Yeah….” She whispered, taking her hand into his and walking back to the bedroom with her. Her eyes laid on the other two men on the bed with her, smiling gently as Alastor squeezed her hand.

They both got back on the bed gently, as to not disturb the other two. Alastor pulled her close and hummed, running a hand through her hair. She hugged him tightly, taking deep breaths and remembering what Chuuya and Oda both often told her when she couldn’t sleep. She hugged him tightly, closing her eyes and slowly letting go.

Alastor looked down at her, noticing she fell asleep much faster than normal. He smiled and held her close. He glanced at the other two for a moment, then looking back at her. He kissed her head and nuzzled into her head, letting himself lose consciousness as well…..

They both fell asleep together in the other’s embrace… for once, calmly and willingly.

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A/N: I’m sorry this is so short but I hope you liked it!! Pls request me if you have anything in mind you want written!! Remember:

You’re needed

You’re loved

And you’re amazing <3

Have a lovely day/night!!! :3

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[velvetbyrne]

Hey do you know of Jun Ishikawa the writer not composer he was with buraiha too . Basically he was :

Novelist and critic. After graduating from the Tokyo School of Foreign Languages, he became a French language teacher in 1924 but resigned after two years. He then worked in translation and translated André Gide’s books. In 1935 he debuted as a novelist with the story Kajin (Lady), and shortly after published Fugen (The Bodhisattva) in 1936. In 1938, Marusu no Uta (Song of Mars) was censored for its antimilitaristic content, but he continued to write novels and criticism like Hakubyo (Plain Sketch) (1939). In the post-war period, he was listed as one of the burai-ha (decadent school) authors with works like Yakeato no Iesu (Jesus in the Ashes) in 1946.

Have you heard of him I am making an OC for bsd . i ahve 2 of his books I have been wondering others that are in japanese can be translated to english to read ?

That is Jun Ishikawa

Hi! I am very much aware of Ishikawa Jun. Despite being considered a Buraiha, Ishikawa Jun is a bit removed from the Dazai, Ango and Oda trio and was mainly acquaintances with Ango more than anyone else. He also wrote several works regarding Mori Ougai (Hadn't read 'em but they sound interesting since it was about Mori's historical stories)

As for his works in English, there aren't much except for these, shoutout to my friend Hagane for helping me find these:

However, other than these three, not many of his works has been translated. Good luck on making your OC and please be respectful to the author; try your best to censor their names when mentioning them in public sites so that it doesn't muddy up SNS and web-searches (e.g. shortening it to ishkw jn)

Thank you for asking!

[hamliet]

*SLAMS THE DOOR OPEN* Hello! I just found out you read One Piece so I know must ask, which arc are you on? (Guessing Arlong Park) [Also for your sanity, would recommend making multiple metas based on major arcs or the big Sagas bc on their own they're so long and get longer (Oda's a gardener & Shonen Jump sucks ass) and when you think you've said enough, you will always have a lot more to say] How do you compare the manga to the 1st season? Who are you top 5 Main characters? Who are your top 5 minor characters? What do you think of Luffy as a character and his philosophy as a pirate? I love how you clocked his similarities to Gon since Togashi had characters like Luffy (& Naruto) in mind when making him - the two even share the same birthday, May 5, Children's Day. I'm so glad you like Nami, she is def your type of character. You're going to be collecting these characters like candy. Welcome to One Piece. I hope you're ready to shake your fist at Oda with tears in your eyes

For some reason it’s not showing me your ask after you sent it @isammy7936​!

^^this is exactly what I pictured with your ask! Bahahha. 

I started reading from the beginning, so I am still in Nami’s village arc. But almost done with it, and then onwards! I am really liking it; life’s just been crazy so that’s why it’s slower going for now. This weekend I *knock on wood* have so much more time that I’m hoping to dedicate to reading it. 

So far, I think the LA was a really good adaptation of the manga. They definitely simplified some things and changed aspects to make it more understandable for clueless people like me. But I do like the additional complexities of the manga--like that Nami’s village was aware the entire time of her plan, and that her adoptive mother was so young, which makes her seem far more understandable and sympathetic than in the show. She’s a child raising children, and it’s an interesting contrast between Nami’s childhood and her current found family situation with Luffy and the others. 

I’ll save the top 5 minor characters for right now, because I’ve been told I will apparently love Robin(?) and I’m excited. But for now, it’s a rare manga where all the main characters are very much in my top group. Still, it will probably shift once more are introduced. Shoutout to Kaya as a minor character I love though, and to Zeff whose love language is hate but who is a good dad regardless. Still:

1) Nami

2) Zoro

3) Sanji

4) Usopp

5) Helmeppo

Luffy is probably 6th, and Koby 7th. Buggy is also a very fun antagonist. 

What do you think of Luffy as a character and his philosophy as a pirate? I love how you clocked his similarities to Gon since Togashi had characters like Luffy (& Naruto) in mind when making him - the two even share the same birthday, May 5, Children's Day.

That’s so cool about the birthday!! I had no idea.

I think Luffy has not a single brain cell in that skull. He’s all heart. But I kind of love it, because his philosophy seems to be based on less the assumptions of piracy (stealing, etc) and more on a deliberate flouting of the rules of the Marines. I mean, they basically have a one-world authoritarian government with a focus on obedience and order. 

Except, it’s human to want freedom and compassion and close friendships, and these very ideals contrast sharply with an over-focus on rules and law and order. Luffy’s piracy seems to be a way to declare himself opposed to this stifling of humanity and human desires, and a way to also find himself. At the same time, we see how piracy can also be taken too far in characters like Buggy or Arlong, in that they flout the rules but specifically to hurt people and make themselves powerful.

I am curious if we’ll see more of Luffy’s flaws. While I am not expecting a full deconstruction a la Gon or Eren Jaeger, I do think he may end up complex! Basically, by him eating the devil fruit and also the genre being an adventure story (meaning adventure stories are often about finding yourself) I wonder if Luffy will struggle with these two opposite ends of humanity--the part that wants control, and the part that wants freedom, as well as how they clash. Meaning, if you want total freedom, you have to stop caring about others to an extent. But if you stop caring about others, then aren’t you denying another aspect of human nature (a longing for compassion and relationships) in your focus on freedom? I mean, that’s basically SnK’s thematic question, but I think One Piece might explore something similarly, albeit via a more shonen premise and being an adventure story, not a war.