#thedemises; bsd

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there's no denying in the fact that even once you've also thought dazai was the main character of bsd cuz of the amount of content there is of him in the fanbase

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... no

:3c

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at first i didnt rlly understand why the sigma x dazai ship name is “sigzai” but when i tried to spell it differently it looked kinda weird as “sigdaz” or “sig” cuz I thought it would match with the “zigzag” typa thing or maybe it's just me being a stupid little shit at 2 AM in the morning

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note!... woo! 1,290 words this time, and im quite proud of this myself ngl. i came up with the idea of reader becoming so irritated to the point of threatening a shopkeeper for lying about the exact amount of berries that they gave him (does that summary make sense?)—and also, the shop owner refers to the reader with the usage of the ‘she’ feminine pronoun once but no one really cares in this scenario (unless that makes you uncomfortable, then im sorry—i can't predict everyone's pronouns and not everybody's the same, the world would be boring if it were like that though). reader is implied to be taller and swears fairly quite a lot in this one-

━━.  MONEY COUNT。straw hats scenario!!

as much as you tried to keep your cool calm and steady and not go boiling to the point of going berserk, unbeknownst to the shopkeeper of the store, your patience was running thin when a second passes.

staring down at the shopkeeper, you attempted to not show any signs of irritation but the twitching in your eye says otherwise. you could say that you were glad he didn't notice—but at the same time, you wanted him to see you slowly get into a state of boiling exasperation.

it was supposed to be a simple task to restock the ship after docking on the island; go in, tell the owner what you needed, pay, and get back to the ship—simple, right? however, of course, this shopkeeper—despite appearing to be a relatively frail, old man—had to be an absolute asshole. and for what reason did he had to be one? putting aside that he might know you're a pirate beforehand—it'd be little to none.

as the old geezer harshly tells you to give him the “correct” amount, your hand subconsciously flexes and clench your fist with your thumb inside all your fingers—squeezing hard enough for you to crack a joint in your thumb painlessly.

going through your assorted memories in your head, you knew for a fact that from the back of your mind—you counted the money correctly although the man before you keeps making false statements about it. hell—your ship's navigator, nami, had counted out that exact amount ahead of time and that woman was so tight about money that not only was she rarely that far off, but there’s no possible way you, or she, could've ‘miscounted’ according to you.

standing face-to-face with the store owner with the berries in your hand (one that isn't clenched into a fist; yet shaking in visible anger), you were seconds before bursting into an eruption of negative emotions at the man who woke up and decides to play the role of “The Jerk” on a thursday morning—which you did, but through actions instead.

a loud bang suddenly vibrates through the air which made the shopkeeper flinch violently and shut his mouth quick, simultaneously his hands were up in defense position as he draws his attention away from you and his spooked eyes travel towards to the double-headed spear you've brung along with you (who knows how long he hadn't noticed the weapon you sported since you entered the shop), which had one of the two blades stuck into the wood of the table that separates both the buyer and the seller, nudged well into it that the wood might break into two if you pressed down any further.

silence emits the air for a few seconds, besides your deep breathing that could be heard as much as you tried to slow it down and not express your intense irritation to the owner—although he could already sense your anger.

a chuckle slips from your tongue, your adam's apple bopping slightly. “oh? but  i'm sorry, sir, i am certain that i counted the correct amount—” —the corners of your own lips upturn as you continue, “—even a friend of mine did it herself. there isn't a chance that both of us could perhaps be...” slowly, you lift your head up and stare into his eyes with your own blank intimidating ones—a threatening grin sports your features and the matching menacing glint in your eyes never fades, making the shop owner's fear of you increase now that he realizes the upcoming situation.

“wrong?” you could feel yourself laughing even more as you added on more threat-laced sentences after the other. “i don't give a shitty damn that you already knew i'm a pirate, i'm still a customer nonetheless, no?” you hum with a perked eyebrow, almost mocking him in some way.

“well—”

“oh, i see.. how about i just show you every way that you could be obviously wrong about this, you old scummy son of a dead bitch—”

just then, a bang similar to the one but louder before interrupts the one-sided-argument-turning-interrogation—making the frightened shopkeeper flinch once again at the noisiness.

“hey [name]! there you are!!” luffy’s upbeat voice called and vibrates through the tense air of the store, his iconic smile greeting you when you glanced over. following him after on his two sides were roronoa zoro and sanji, both simply glared at the owner you were about to spill the most unthinkable threats you could've thought of at the top of your head. to this, you sigh and force your spear to hodge itself out of the table's wood which left a evident scar—a silent threat from you to the shopkeeper.

“nami said you were late so we came to check on you.” luffy explains briefly before he noticed the fearful expression on the shop owner's face and appears confused for a moment. “huh? why does that guy look so afraid? did you do something?” the straw hat captain looks you for an answer.

sanji was the second one to speak up, as zoro scans the shop's interior. “[name]-san, do you mind telling us what’s going on here?” asked the cook as he walks up to you and checks your face closely with narrowed eyes.

“did he hurt you anywhere?” the shopkeeper takes the chance to speak up for once in a while, his voice trembling in the remaining fear you made him feel. “th- that wretched brat didn’t pay me the exact amount!” he takes a shallow breath in, sweating building up around his neck, “she still owes me at least a bit more berries because of that!” the man yells, pointing an accusing finger at you—to which you scoffed at and simultaneously rolled your eyes, directing your hued-gaze down at the blond man standing beside you.

“that asshole is telling bullshit after bullshit i tell you,” you grumbled, placing a hand in your hip as you switch to different position to your taste, almost in a similar pose the cook of the straw hats crew.

“listen, that man keeps telling my ear off how incorrect the amount of money i had on hand,�� you show the same count of berries in your grasp, the amount of money that nami had given you beforehand. “the geezer denies every time i tried to correct him that what i had was the right amount according to nami and i—heck, i even counted it in front of his two eyes but he wouldn't fucking listen to a thing i said—” you snapped your head to his direction, glaring at the owner mercilessly. “it's like you were born to have ears never meant to be used for.”

“what?!”

speak of the devil, nami herself was also there miraculously. you greeted her with a lazy wave of your hand as you watched nami storm off herself on confronting the shopkeeper soon as you let her have the cash you previously had in your grasp—the young, ginger-haired woman was practically breathing flames on the tip of her tongue with teeth akin to of a shark. it was sort of funny but satisfying to see the look on the old guy's face.

as you were lead away with nico robin, least to say that all of you relatively got what you needed on the thousand sunny for a few weeks sailing on the vast, deep blue sea—awaiting the upcoming adventures you may come across.

© thedemises 2024. all rights reserved.  ━━  slightly inspired by that one scene of chapter 32 in the bungō stray dogs manga.

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decided to read the recent chapter of BSD (ch. 114) and dOSTOYEVSKY IS STILL ALIVE AFTER ALL THIS SJIT??!?!?!? BRO DRANK POISON THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO TAKE EFFECT IN 30 MINUTES, GOT PLUNGED IN THE ABDOMEN, CRASHED INTO THE WALL ABOVE THE ENTRANCE OF THE PRISON HE JUST ESXAPED FROM, WAS SET ON FIRE AFTER THE HELICOPTER HE WAS IN EXPLODED INTO SMITHEREENS, AND-

how.

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^^ yes asagiri pls. EXPLAIN.

ASAGIRI EXPLAIN

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i already read all this for the nth time and i am not liking it (though some of you may like it so here you go)

(this was rushed and definitely all ooc soooo... i apologize for that)

10/16/23 | content below... multiple, randomly-selected BSD characters pat your head/ruffle your hair/pet you/touch your hair/etc. warnings... lowercase writing, obvious out of character-ness, no dialogue, your hair is often complimented and/or stared at lol sorry.

atsushi's hand ghosts over your head, hesitant to whether should he touch your head of hair or not. still uncertain yet he ends up placing his hand on your hair, gently ruffling it as he run his fingers through your locks. he admires how your hair shines beneath the sunset's vibrant orange golden-like beams through the pane of glasses behind your desk, and ponders to himself how pretty your hair is. he's glad you're the only one's left in the office this evening unless he'd want to be teased.

in a dim alleyway, you sat on a crate with one leg up and your arm resting on its knee with only hirotsu there as your partner from the mission that'd already had been taken care of fairly quick. the faint smell of smoke isn't at all mistaken, coming from the cigarette that he lit up with a lighter which he already had hid. his back leaned on the wall, stood beside the crate you sat on, as his subconsciously lets his arm raise and briefly pat you on the head.

he extends his open palm as a helping hand to your kneeling figure on the training ground's floor. he patiently waits with the expression of stoic still while you inhale breaths of air from exhaustion, then you eventually let yourself get pulled up to your feet with your hand in his. staring at your now messy hair with narrowed eyes, tetchou decides to fix your hair for you as his fingers delicately smooth over stray strands and tuck locks of it behind your ears.

letting herself get comfortable, teruko merely sat on your shoulders with her smaller-sized hands on your head as you check over reports that happened in the past week. her gloved fingers gripped your hair for a second before relaxing, then deciding to mess with it for the purpose of playfulness, boredom, and for entertainment of your reaction.

kunikida was in the infirmary room beside your unconscious form after a certain mission went wrong on your end. he closes his notebook to look over at your current state, the stern expression giving away his concern. studying you, he merely fixes the misplaced hair on your face before going back to write in his book.

the obvious unsolved caculations on the white board gave away the reason why kajii had seemed so down, unable to solve whatever he was planning to do next—possibly involving the lemon bombs. you stood there as you solved the problem in your mind beforehand then telling him the solution. he immediately sprouted from the position he'd previously been in—having had his head in his arms whilst he rests on his lab's counter—and went over to you to ruffle your head in an almost rapidly manner before going over to put the solution to the problem he'd been attempting to solve.

smoke flows past his parted lips while he waits for your arrival, holding his pipe between his fingers and watches the faint smoke in the air float about before vanishing. ayatsuji eventually spots you approaching him—to solve another case as a detective—he merely nods his head just a bit before briefly patting your head as he went past your form, anticipating for you to catch up.

tanizaki finds himself beside you while silently listening to the words as you read the story aloud for him to hear. he was more focused to hear till the end of the book before he caught sight of your droopy eyes, threatening to close any second from lack of sleep. without hesitation, he wraps his arm around your head and lets you rest on his shoulder, gently running his hand over your hair before closing the book—bookmarking it beforehand—then placing it on your lap. he admires his surroundings, deciding to stay like this for a while.

© 2023 thedemises. all rights reserved.

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thoughts on dazai?

in the anime? pathetic, really. also needs to go to a mental facility

and manga dazai is smth

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ngl I had this suspicion that MAYBE.. she might be the third akutagawa sibling cuz of that official art but 🤔🤔

sharing this from my twitter since people find it silly and nice

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what the fuck happened with bsd's recent chapter, 114.5

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omg :O

Chuuhill :)

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the range if you love dazai can be either you love him or you love him so much you hate him and want to throw his guts out a window

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mikudazai

mikuzai

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thats the first thing you noticed? 🤨

I was about to go to sleep but then I saw this and now I'm too heartbroken to rest

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the babygirl

Baby

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oh that's good to know! (why am i anonymous i don't remember doing that but whatever)

very sorry atsushi, i was curious to know but its a bit unexpected that dazai and the others have a chart for it...

dazai, does atsushi have like,, cat instincts or something? y'know, his ability (it's obvious already but whatever)

if so, have you ever showed/gavd him a large box and he just like- sits in it? like how cats do it? i think i had dreamt something similar to that but idk.. (sounds kinda dumb lol)

WE HAVE A CHART FOR THIS

Atsushi VS boxes > 1-0

Atsushi VS cucumbers > 0-1

Atsushi VS catnip > 0-6

atsushi VS laser pointers > 0-1

Atsushi VS obstacle courses > 0-17

Atsushi VS air jail > 0-20

Atsushi VS orange peels > ~37-0

he also turns into liquid when he’s comfortable

Dazai-san!! for the last time i’m a tiger!! not a cat!!