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Ok, so we're all talking about Mori seemed to have nothing better do to than to glue in Chuuya's fangs. His organization has crumbled, they've all been turned into actual vampires, a guy is LITERALLY trying to take over the world, and Mori's over here glueing in the fangs to deliberately mess with Chuuya.

But.

I think Mori may have been onto something here. Imagine, will you, that he DIDN'T glue in the fangs. I imagine the scene might have gone something like this (I can't draw for the life of me, so we're gonna have to write this out, though it'd be a funny comic, if anyone's interested in making it).

Ehem.

Chuuya arrives to kill Dazai. The music is suspenseful, the air is tense. Fyodor is watching the whole interaction so he can witness Dazai's death in glorious HD.

"C'mon, Chuuya," taunts Dazai. "Give me one of your flimsy punches."

Chuuya snarls and lunges forwards. And that's when one of his fangs falls out of his mouth and clatters onto the floor.

The music stops. Crickets chirp in the distance. Chuuya stares at the fang. Dazai stares at the fang. They look up and stare at each other. Then, their gazes slowly turn up to the camera, where Fyodor is sitting, watching the whole thing play out. Belatedly, Chuuya goes, "uhhhaaahhhhhhAHHHHHHHH!!!" and clutches his cheek.

"It's the other side," Dazai informs him under his breath.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" He switches sides. "My tooth fell out??" He glances back up at the camera, where Fyodor is watching, his expression deadpan. "Know any good, uh, vampire dentists in the area? Aha. Ahahah. Hahahahah-"

Fyodor looks done with life. "I'm not buying it."

"Well. Drat."

Let's be real, this season would have gone VERY differently is this happened. That would have been quite a way to reveal the whole vampire fake out, but I think it's for the better that Mori glued them in, even if his intentions were just to mess with Chuuya and it caused some severe annoyance afterwards.

me when the plot won't plot like it should

I love sskk. I love how, the more they learn about each other and begin to understand each other, the more of Rashoman Akutagawa shares with Atsushi.

Because in season two, after their conversation and after they validate each other, that's the first time Akutagawa wraps Rashoman around Atsushi, but it's not full. It's not complete. He doesn't trust him with such a vulnerability yet, to give him everything. So he wraps part of his coat around Atsushi in order to defeat Fitzgerald. Because they begin to have a partial understanding of each other.

During the cannibalism arc, once again they're able to talk a bit more, in a non stressed environment, and it's definitely the longest civil conversation they've ever had with each other. And once again, during the fight, when Atsushi explains a bit more to Akutagawa why he fights, only then does Akutagawa fully wrap Rashoman around Atsushi...but here's the thing. It was in a situation where if he didn't, they both would have died. Akutagawa was sinking into the ground, there was nothing else he could do, so it's not like he was that much more vulnerable—still a huge deal, but now compare it to the fight with Fukuchi.

As Atsushi had noted, they would need complete trust for a surprise attack Fukuchi to have worked. This time, they're already willing to work together, but there's still a level of distrust, more on Atsushi's level. Akutagawa too, as he points out that he can only give him Rashoman in the right moment, because he'll be left completely vulnerable without it, especially against such a difficult foe. And in the moment they're running towards each other, going to "kill each other" Atsushi doesn't understand what Akutagawa has to gain from this, doesn't understand why Akutagawa would think it would bring him recognition. And it's in that moment, when he realizes that Akutagawa doesn't think that, in that moment they're able to have complete trust in each other, and Akutagawa puts Rashoman on Atsushi in a situation that leaves him extremely vulnerable and open to enemy attack. Akutagawa had to have full trust in Atsushi, and Atsushi in Akutagawa. The trust that they realized they understood each other enough to not kill each other.

So I can only wonder what's going to happen now, now they've moved another step forward in their understanding of each other. God I love them so much.

i think this is the only series that could manage to fit all these tags and then some. like where's "detectives" and "time travel"?

Say you break your ankle. You could know everything there is to know intellectually about the injury. Even with this vast knowledge, you will still experience physical pain.

Now take this logic and apply it to things like ADHD, autism, clinical depression, and other less visible/divergent disabilities. You cannot think your way out of feeling.

That is to say: you are not a bad, lazy, or selfish person for struggling, even if you know why you are struggling.

What if skk got caught in a bank holdup

A random idea/fanfiction by me.

Inspired by: the shower (truly, it's a magical place)

Because like, imagine, will you, that Dazai goes to the bank on his day off after payday, possibly looking to get some new bandages, and who should he come across but Chuuya, who is there to take out some money from a totally legitimate Port Mafia account. They'd probably bicker for a minute, Dazai would find at least three ways to insult the mafioso, who would then shout back at him, only to have everyone else in the bank shoot them strange looks, so he then resorts to whisper shouting. Until suddenly, the doors burst open, and in rushes five men with guns blazing, their faces obscured by masks. "This is a hold up!" they declare. Three of them usher all the bankgoers to one wall, forcing them to sit down quietly. And of course, if any of them try to call the police, they'd really get it. The other two deal with the clerks, getting them to open the vault, and no one gets hurt.

Meanwhile, Dazai and Chuuya are watching this play out with mild amusement. After one of them sticks a gun in Dazai's face and tells them to move it, they share a shrug and walk to the wall, plopping down criss-cross applesauce. The patrons are shaking. Some of them are crying, some are praying. Dazai folds his arms behind his head and leans back against the wall, suppressing the urge to yawn. Chuuya takes the opportunity to munch on a granola bar and observe the robbery with vague interest.

With his eyes closed, Dazai asks... "so...are you going to stop them, or...?"

"Nah," Chuuya answers between bites. "I haven't eaten much all day, so..." He turns to Dazai. "What about you? Aren't you the detective here?"

"Yeah, but it's my day off now. I don't want to work."

"Yeah, yeah, definitely know the feeling."

"Hey, you two!" shouts one of the thieves watching the hostages. "Be quiet!"

"Sorry." Neither of them sound particularly apologetic. They sit for a few more minutes. Dazai yawns and stretches. Chuuya finishes his granola bar. Nothing changes.

"What's taking them so long?" Chuuya mutters. He's starting to get annoyed. "Some of us have things to do, you know."

"This is actually really pathetic," comments Dazai. "We could have gotten double the money and been halfway back to the base by now, gone before the police even knew there was a threat."

"And we'd never do it like this," agrees the mafioso. "This is too loud, and it's got no class."

"Right? It's like begging for the police to come. And besides, this whole hostage situation is thin as paper. If they really wanted to intimidate people, they should have shot someone by now, prove they're serious."

"Those guns probably aren't even loaded."

"Honestly, this whole set up is awful. Truly amateurish."

"This whole thing would be much smoother if we did it. Maybe we should help them, just so they can get their money and leave the rest of us alone."

"That-"

"Hey!" shouts the same guard again. He points at Dazai, then at Chuuya. "What did I say about talking?! If you don't shut up-"

"No, you're doing it wrong," Dazai informs him.

"I...what?"

"If you really wanted to intimidate us, you should have fired off a warning shot, at the very least. Even if you're too coward to actually shoot a person, at least don't make it so obvious the thing's not even loaded."

Beads of sweat drip down the thief's face. "Huh?"

"And could you tell your friends there to hurry up?" adds Chuuya. "They're going to be caught at this rate. Obviously, the clerks are stalling. They're probably sticking in the lowest bills they have to give the bags some weight. It would be way more efficient to have one guy guarding the clerks and two of you doing it yourself."

"Just figure out the accounts with the most in them and take from there," Dazai suggests, standing up. "You'll get more and faster like that."

Chuuya rises as well. Now, the other two thieves who were supposed to be guarding the hostages come to back up their friend, pointing their guns directly at their heads. Dazai frowns.

"Hold on a second, can I see that? Thanks." He reaches out and grabs the nearest thief's gun, and before he even has a chance to protest, he opens up the magazine and shakes it.

"See? Empty. Would it really have been so hard to even find one bullet to put in there?"

From behind their masks, the burglars begin to panic. The public, now aware they're being held up by nothing, stand up angrily.

"And look!" Chuuya strides over behind the counter, where the clerks are supposed to be filling up bags with money. He takes one out of a male's clerk's hand and dumps it out on the floor. "All 1,000 yen bills. If you had just paid more attention, you could have made off with much more. And, now the police are coming."

Indeed, the sound of wailing sirens gets louder and louder. The thieves glance at each other. With a single nod, they turn on their heels and run.

"Not so fast!" All of the former hostages block the door. The thieves freeze, turning to Dazai fearfully. He shrugs.

"That's what happens when you don't back-up your claims. This is due to your own stupidity."

The public manages to easily restrain the thieves until the police arrive to take them away. As they're being dragged out, Dazai and Chuuya merely watch with their arms folded, shaking their heads and muttering to themselves.

"Disgraceful."

"What a sloppy job."

"Embarrassment to all criminals, really."

"Can't believe I had my time wasted with this crud."

"Hopefully, they'll do better next time."

"Yeah. If you're going to hold up a bank, at least do it well."

After the thieves are taken away, the police ask Dazai and Chuuya about what happened, since everyone says that they're the ones who stopped them. They answer with vague statements that amount to nothing, and leave the bank before they have to get more involved.

Neither of them speak much, each caught up in his own memories from the past. Eventually, Dazai decides to head back to his apartment, though not without giving one good jarb on Chuuya's height. In the end of the day, he supposed he did stop them. Well, as long as it didn't have to count as work-

The next day, both Chuuya and Dazai were required to make a report on the matter.

End.

Appreciation post for the anniversary of Odasaku's death.

RIP man. Hope you're having a good time in heaven with those orphans.

I bet Chuuya was terrified of dentists when he first joined the Mafia.

Because like. He grew up on the streets. I doubt any of them ever exactly got health insurance.

So the first time Mori informed him what a dentist was and how often he was required to go, he actually freaked out.

Chuuya: what do you mean you sit in a chair and let a stranger tamper around inside of you?!

Mori: It's just your teeth, Chuuya, and it's required.

He won't refuse an order, so he goes, terrified. And the second he enters and sees the chair he immediately starts "Oh grantors of dark disgrace-"

Only for Dazai to show up because Mori made him tag along in case Chuuya tried to get out of it. He had to stand there the whole time, because if he let go, Chuuya's power would destroy the office on its own.

And even though he's become used to it by now, Dazai will never. ever. stop making fun of how terrified he was that first visit, nor will he ever let him live it down.

They're on a mission, and Chuuya's trying to be intimidating. Only for Dazai to tell the enemy, "oh, don't be scared of this chibi. He peed his pants the first time he went to the dentist." (he did not. or at least, he claims he didn't. We'll never know the true story).

Needless to say, Chuuya made sure that any enemy who Dazai told didn't live to share the info. Which may have been Dazai's plan all along, it's hard to say. Either way, no matter how much time has passed, Dazai still can't resist making fun of him for him once in a while.

And after the mersault arc, when Chuuya couldn't get the fangs out, he may or may not have said "Oh no, perhaps you should go to a dentist-"

Chuuya kicked him in his broken leg.

This is just Stormbringer and it's not even a fanfiction. I think Asagiri figured out we like Chuuya when he wrote it.

One of my favourite things about Bungou Stray Dogs is how Asagiri manages to capture the many colors and facets of human relationships. There is friendship, camaraderie, brotherhood, respect, awe, and then there is jealousy, inferiority, grudges, distrust. There are bonds forged between people who suffered the same pain and end up on the same boat. There are blends of respect and fascination formed among those who thrive in the dark but yearn to keep the light. There is deep affection and empathy between people who are used to solitude and sorrow, but found themselves helping each other up on their feet. There are those who took the responsibility upon themselves to raise a child in such a way that their own childhood should not be repeated, or simply to be at peace with themselves. There are words spoken in remembrance of a good friend, and words that are left unspoken. There are mistakes that can’t be remedied, cracks that cannot be mended, and actions that cannot be undone.

There is also guilt, grief, distrust, suspicion, resentment, hatred. There is friendship built like a castle of glass, on shyness and comfort, pride and consideration, and then there is guilt and regret when the castle shattered to pieces. There are broken bonds that crawl back to form insurmountable walls between those who used to be friends. There is mutual suspicion between those who are too sharp, too perceptive for their own good. There are people who started on the same boat, but are as careful as they are manipulative around each other. There are relationships that form out of convenience and necessity, and there are those that continue to develop into something almost familial. There are those brought together in battles, and those that thrive in peace. People who started out being wary of each other can learn to earn each other’s trust, and those who started in the same place may slowly grow apart as their paths point to different directions. There are relationships sprouting from guilt and an attempt at redemption. There is friendship that could have been if not for feelings of jealousy and inferiority. There are selfish, misdirected emotions that seek to appease one’s thirst for recognition and fear of abandonment, at the expense of one’s own self confidence and respect. 

And of course, there is growth. Mutual growth happens when people not only understand and empathize with each other, but also possess the courage and strength needed to pull themselves and their companion out of the dark waters. This growth is precisely why their relationships are so satisfying to observe and appreciate.