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"Is There Anyone Else You Can Call?"

UHM this has been in my drafts for a while so ‼️ Enjoy‼️ I haven't edited this and haven't really looked this over either so 🧍🏾‍♀️ This is from months ago, I don't have any other written pieces in drafts DJDJ

A white ceiling. How crude. 

"Sorry, miss? We can't reach your emergency contact. Is there anyone else you can call?" 

Ah. The only remaining contacts were those that she hadn't talked to in a decade at best, forever at worst. The rush of noise blinded her ears, as she hopelessly ran through names. 

"... Dazai Osamu." She sighed. Should she cry at her stupidity? Or should she cry at her misfortune? 

Could she even cry, in this state? The physical cauterised her emotional wounds, a gentle but unnerving ease that she succumbed to, becoming a shell of herself. 

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Like a doll with a soul, she woke up. The scratchy fabric brushed against her thin fingers, her hair still tainted by her own blood. Lotte suddenly regretted her actions - perhaps she shouldn't have called anyone at all. What could they do for her? Sleep restlessly as a sign of affection? 

She sighed. The gothic hand of sorrow that stitched her emotions tightly had fallen limp, reducing her to a needy child. A craving so disgusting, a gentle love she so wanted, for someone to waste and kill their time by her side. 

In spite of her childlessness, she could tell he would never arrive. He could never love like that; he wasn't that person. There was no space for her, and for him there was none either. 

The room was so white it looked blue. The walls stared back at her, the click of shoes passing the doors, an overwhelming sense she was alone. All of her contacts were dead and useless. She had become - no, made -  an insentient doll, one that could not be remembered with fondness. 

"Lotte?" His voice called out. That annoying and wretched man had appeared once again, despite her best assumptions. Why had the heartless brang her comfort?

Dazai walked closer, calling her name once again. Her eyes grew hot, her nose flaring. She sobbed, her body like a plastic bottle, sniffling and gasping as if she was drowning. 

"There's other ways to tell me I smell bad, okay?" 

"It's not that!" She said through her unpaced tears. 

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[By The Sea]

Gif can be found here.

The beach sat in the sunset, the waves mulling over the sand endlessly. The sea was always restless, it had always returned to find something on the shore. Whether it was the remains of dead sea creatures that no longer lived, or the abandoned toys of a kid that once played there but had now succumbed to being a memory. 

Lotte sat on a bench, observing the endless life of the forgotten shore. Her fingers gently held the cigarette. It was unlit, yet she would still hold it. She didn't know how to let go. If it was just there, that was enough. The tears of the sea splattered once more on the sand, curdling as it was dragged back into itself. 

"You like the sea." He said, approaching her. His footsteps were muffled by the sand. 

She glanced at Dazai, before looking back at the sea. She remained riddled with silence, the cigarette brought to her lips once again; no smoke followed. The sea and the sand, even with all their different hues, seemed tainted blue. 

"I need the sea," She said wistfully.  "I can't be somewhere without the sea. I'd be miserable." 

Dazai sat next to her. "I suppose I can understand that. The sea is serene – consistently doing nothing." 

Lotte looked at the waves once more. "No, it's not doing nothing. It's moving forward. It may not look like it to us, but it is." 

For a moment, she became a window. She had allowed some form of understanding to be made –  a translucency. Her eyes looked close to tears, yet remained firm and unchanging. The wind yawned past the two of them, the shiver of nearby trees soon halted. Everything was unwilling to move. The air was damp, the faint scent of salt haunted its being. 

"I want a house by the sea." She said. 

She said it like a prayer. 

There was a moment's rest of silence. Dazai smiled at her, a pitiful expression painting his face. They sat for a moment, watching the same wave return to nothing. 

"A house by the sea? That won't be enough for you." He said, sighing with emphasis. He peeked at her with one eye open. She snickered and nodded. 

"You're right, I'm too greedy." 

"Tattoos hurt, don't they?"

Just a random prompt I had in mind! :) It was inspired by this Yakuza tattoo fanart of Dazai and Chuuya, if I can find it again, I'll link it!

Dazai entered the private room, a giant traditional painting hanging on the wall behind the woman. She did not move, and a veil left only her mouth visible. Her fingers were delicate like a that of a pianist, her back straight and her eye contact made with the wall. He sat down, his back facing her.

“You’re the tattooist?”

“Are you the prodigy?” She replied, a faint smile on her face as cleaned her knife. The pale complexion of the cloth was irritated with the splotches of red from a previous client. She glanced at him, though unclear through the opaque veil.

“I don’t like questions,” He said. “But I’ll take it that you are the Port Mafia’s new tattooist.” He revealed his back. It had a few scars, merely sketches on the surface. He lay down, looking ahead to the open window, his chin resting on the edge of the futon. The moon glided through the seas of the sky, aggressively resting it’s eyes on him.

“The moon is bright today,” Lotte commented, looking at the open wound on her palm, pulling the skin to separate the scabbing. The skin was puffy, a gently feverish red surrounding the cut.

He was silent, looking at her hand. “Is that so.”

She nodded. “The moon shines the brightest on the coldest nights.” She examined the blade, her smile soft. “How sweet the moon is, to try and mimic the sun’s warmth.”

Dazai looked at her once again, the brown hue of his eyes now tainted with the night. She barely moved; he could only tell by the hushed shifts of her clothes against the knee pillow. Her skin was dark, like water under the sunset. She had no presence, she was careful not to exist in a manner that would let her be seen easily. At the same time, she was as prominent as the last ember on the tip of a candle.

“Can I have your hand?” She asked.

He offered it in an uncaring manner. Even after she had made a small cut on his fingertip, he did not flinch. She rested the knife on a new white cloth, the old one miserably curdled in the bin, sagged.

“My apologies, but it makes the process easier if I use my skill,” Lotte said, a glow emitting from their open wounds. She had not summoned it verbally, and the only glow emitting around her came from the moonlight.

She took to the tattoo, working in silence. As she did, the scent of chrysanthemums became more pungent. She hesitated, before lifting the pen. She lay it down, withdrawing from him.

“Your skill must be effective for this.”

“I suppose so.”

She then looked at his face, which was barely contorted with a look of pain. He scoffed. He had barely changed, his presence eerie whilst charismatic. There was only the presence of a ghost, as if he wasn’t truly there, only his body holding him hostage in his pain.

“You should’ve realized my ability nullified yours, most of your clients talk about the ungodly scent of earth during the process. I didn’t smell anything.”

Lotte glanced at him, tilting her head to the side carefully, the veil slanting alongside her actions. She cleaned the knife with one clean swipe, casting aside the used cloth into the black bin, disappearing amongst similar cloths with similar blotches.

“Silent suffering is a sin. Take it as punishment.”

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Sonya?? 👀 As in, Crime and Punishment's Sonya?? 👀👀👀👀👀👀

Sonya!!

So pretty colours <333

Oc art real omfg😍😍

Kyouken! (Mad Dog)

This is an OC I'm working on!

so I'm making this character, and I really wanted her ability to be called 'Mad Dog' because of the connotation. I was also researching stuff and found out the dangers of them, which I wanted to explore with her ability. At the same time, I really like the sorrowful meaning behind bulls and the masculine connotation that's had with them.

so could I like, combine it?? like, if the ability is called 'Mad Dog' could I get away with it actually being personified as a bull?

Especially in BSD, there's alot of sorrow being confused with anger, and anger with sorrow, etc. Like Dazai & Chuuya and Atsushi & Akutagawa, Ango & Dazai.

So, hypothetically????????????

Quotes from she:

"I find that people are much more afraid of living - because there are more chances of being in pain. Not many fear death, but many loathe pain."

"If I gave you my heart you would chew it until it turned blue, and all the beautiful tapestries inside had been discolored, all the sweet melodies would turn into cacophonous shrieks. That is why I'll never give it to you."

"Do you think death is greedy and selfish, or lonely?"

"Some days, I feel a deep sadness for all the things I could not do or see. I stand outside and watch the sunset because I'm afraid it won't look the same tomorrow."

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Hopefully I'll finish her doc in February or something 🤩✨ I've actually loved working on her, she rivals my old OC for MHA, I spent four years on that one 🧍🏾‍♀️ The thing about BSD is that you get a range of authors, so you really need to think & analyze their philosophy and idealogy they display in their writing and poetry.

Lotte, WIP

 Quitting.

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Lotte sat on the bed, Dazai sitting up. He leaned on the bed frame, grabbing the whiskey from the bedside table. The sunset bled on the sheets, pure of any stain. The stubs of a cigarette fell and sizzled onto it. The bedsheet had now learnt impurity, the ashes making the delicate fabric curdle.

The glass clinked as it was solemnly lain on the table, the glass distorting the ugly brown.

 “There’s something funny about me, “ He began, tilting his head back as he looked at Lotte. Her thin dress strap fell off her shoulder as she patiently waited for him to finish, her cigarette amber at the tip.

 “I don’t actually like whiskey. “

She stared at him blankly, no distinct change in her face. “Then why do you drink it?”

 He sighed and looked to the window.

 “Isn’t better to taste something than nothing?“

 “No,“ She puffed out, “You'll lose your sense of taste with meaningless drinks.”

“Then why do you smoke?“  He leaned his cheek on his hand, watching the sun turn her dark eyes a luminated shade of orange, a pit in the middle.

 “Because I feel less stressed.”

They looked at each other for a moment. A lock from the hairs of time had fallen, chopped with the scissors of misery.

She took the glass and squashed the cigarette into it, letting it hiss until it burnt out.

 “I'm quitting today.“ 

He fell silent, watching the soggy cigarette butt fold in the cup.

 “I'm sure healthy lungs will look cute on you. “

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Lotte, WIP

WIP because I've been trying to figure out colouring it DJDJDJ

Atsushi: Hey, Kuni, why does Dazai keep calling (Your SI/OC) his senorita?

Atsushi: Is there something I'm not getting?

Ranpo: I call them my sugar mama.

Astushi: Ranpo, that's not.....

Ranpo: There's simply no other person out in the world that gives me a sugar rush like they do.

Astushi: ........

Kunikida: So, no wonder you can't finish your paperwork. They're the one giving you candy throughout your work day.

Ranpo: Hah.... If only Dazai knew they did.

Atsushi: ...........

Astushi: Ohhhh, the actual candy.....

Ranpo: What you thought I was talking about?

Kunikida: If Dazai knew,

Kunikida: *takes the candy bag from Ranpo*

Kunikida: ......you won't have any more candy to inhale.

PLZZ ASAGIRI/HARUKAWA MADE VICTOR HUGO THE MOST BBG YOU COULD EVER

Plz Asagiri i'm begging you add Victor Hugo in BSD. He's my bbg. Not but honestly, he's like everything we need. The real Victor Hugo is a courageous man, even going so far as to oppose Napoleon. He even mocked him (With a painting where Napoleon was seen as a flying bird, where he was scared, and where Victor Hugo was standing behind.) At first he wasn't like that and stupidly followed others. But ! He changed, opposed the death penalty, made an incredible speech against poverty, defended single women which at the time was frowned upon. He even showed in one of his best-known books that a man, judged a thief and who spent 19 years in the penal colony (which is worse than jail), could become a good man. And that only a simple thing, gesture, could change his life.

Plz he'll be so bbg. He'll probably be like in a french gang (or port mafia idk), and he'll join the ADA after. Character development plz.

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Btw, this is what Gavroche sang before he died (This happened in the book), about my previous post where I included Victor Hugo in BSD world.

- On est laid à Nanterre (We are ugly at Nanterre)

C'est la faute à Voltaire (It's Voltaire's fault)

Et bête à Palaiseau (And dumb at Palaiseau)

C'est la faute à Rousseau (It's Rousseau's fault)

- Je ne suis pas notaire (I'm not notary)

C'est la faute à Voltaire (It's Voltaire's fault)

Je suis petit oiseau (I'm little bird)

C'est la faute à Rousseau (It's Rousseau's fault)

- Joie est mon caractère (Joy is my character)

C'est la faute à Voltaire (It's Voltaire's fault)

Misère est mon trousseau (Misery is my keychain)

C'est la faute à Rousseau (It's Rousseau's fault)

- Je suis tombé par terre (I fall on the ground)

C'est la faute à Voltaire (It's Voltaire's fault)

Le nez dans le ruisseau (Nose in the stream)

C'est la faute à Rousseau (It's Rousseau's fault)

Gavroche sang the "I fall on the ground" part when he was shot the first time and fell on the ground. He was a little kid.

And I wrote it in french because since Gavroche is a french character, this would make more sense if it was in french.

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Making a BSD characters (without drawing bc I suck at it) based on real authors : Victor Hugo !

I NEED him in bsd. He fought for human rights, for the abolition of the death penalty, for poor people, for children who were forced to work young, for women and single moms (who were treated as h0es if their husband left them)… He stood up to the king and wasn't afraid to say it. He even asked for a painter to represent Napoleon (the king) as a fearful bird fleeing from Victor Hugo.

- Victor Hugo would join the ADA, and this is for sure. But first, he won't be a very nice person… Not necessarily in the port mafia, but probably in some things as bad. Because before being so kind and courageous, Victor Hugo was far-right, so he agreed with what Napoleon said. But he changed and he became a nicer person, and he helped many people.

- In the BSD universe, Victor changed after seeing someone dying in front of him. A little boy named Gavroche (Gavroche is a little boy in one of his books). Gavroche was singing the song "It's Voltaire's fault", before dying. It was something that changed the way Victor saw things, and he decided that no one deserved this. (This is not how the IRL Victor Hugo changed)

- He's someone very brave and courageous. He's not scared of dying or whatever.

- He will be in his twenties

- He will try to teach Kyoka and Atsushi things. Like maths, science ect. The IRL Victor Hugo wanted the education to be free, so it won't be surprising if he teaches kids that couldn't have access to school/education.

- He always hums the song Gavroche sang before he died.

- He will TOTALLY be against Mori, he will hate him for sure. He can't support these types of people.

- He will be serious and calm, but he will always have a gentle smile on his face.

- He will, randomly, buy things for the people in need (food, drink ect…)

- He will love creating little stories in his head, and he will share them with Ranpo and Yosano.

- His ability would be "Wretched" (One of his most famous books.) This will allow him to curse someone. (Because the people in this book have very very bad life. Jean Valjean, Fantine… They're not cursed, but it felt like they were.)

- He will get along with Kunikida and Fukuzawa

- Victor will remind Dazai of Oda

- He will totally be called bby by the fandom-

- His birthday is the 26th of February

-“Life is just one long loss of everything you love.”

- He will make a lot of effort to be forgiven about his past. He, himself, is ashamed of himself for what he has done.

- He's for human's right.

- He will drink coffee in the morning because he's not a morning person.

I'll think I'll do more later about other authors I want in BSD, because there are a lot of them that I want.

Anyways, bye bye

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

I Am Dazai Ch 7

I Am Dazai Ch 3

I finished Ch 3. I haven't done a good job of updating anyone here that I updated my fanfiction so I'm doing all of the updates I forgot to do at once

I am Dazai Ch 2

I updated my second chapter I hope you give it a read!

I Am Dazai Fanfic

Might as well get this done in one go.

Finished Chapter one of my fanfiction I am Dazai.

It's about an unknown person who transmigrates into the 14 year old body of Dazai the day he met Mori. And they have knowledge of the future. Their goal? Get Dazai and Chuuya together before the show ends.

Read and find out if the succeed!

Sskk's daughter

Her character profile;

Name: Akutagawa Shiori

Name origin: she's the only bsd ship kid I made without an actual name origin 🙏 I made Shiori a long time ago (I've been a sskk enthusiast for an ungodly amount of time), I think I just looked up female Japanese names and picked Shiori bc of the "shi" in it being like the "shi" in Atsushi lol. So yeah there's not really any meaning behind her name

Gender: female, she/her

Family: Ryuunosuke, Atsushi, Hiroshi (older brother)

Ability name: Demon Under the Moonlight 

Ability description: it's basically Atsushi's ability, except she's got grey fur with black stripes. Also in exchange for regeneration, she can manipulate her tiger tail similarly to Rashomon, where it can extend or sharpen. She does turn into a weretiger during the full moon, but they had Dazai deal with that, until Fukuzawa hired her at 14 for an "apprentice detective" spot at the Agency, where Fukuzawa's ability took care of the problem 

Age: 16

Height: 5'5

Occupation(s): student, apprentice detective at the Agency

Likes: chazuke, cats, figs, springtime, ice skating, reading

Dislikes: mandarin oranges, dolls, cigarettes, the smell of blood

Birthday: April 2nd 

Hair color(s): black and white

Eye color(s): silver (right eye), gold and purple (left eye)

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I'm horrible at digital art so please excuse the poorly skilled drawing, but the first picture is Shiori in color, the second is just a random doodle and the third is the original draft. I will be drawing her brother soon, but anyways, here's Sskk's daughter! I hope you like her (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Her birthday is April 2nd because it's exactly between March 1st (Akutagawa's birthday) and May 5th (Atsushi's birthday) lol. Her design is a little crazy, but please know that Atsushi is the one who cuts her hair and that's why it's that horrendous 😔

Shiori is kind and nice, but is usually tactless/blunt and can be really cold when she wants to be. Don't get on her bad side lmao

(regarding this whole "bsd ship kids" series, you're probably wondering how tf any of these very-much-not-biologically-possible characters are here, and since this whole series is just for fun, I don't really care on the answer; I decided on there just being an ability user who can give people children despite gender. Also in terms of abilities for the kids, they will either be mashups of their parent's abilities, or just something similar to their themes, I'm not the most creative person in the world lol. Once again, please don't take any of this too seriously and also ignore my crappy art)

Skk is next :]

My drawing of Botan (Thomas) from the Air we Breathe by @giftedecho, a Shin Soukoku fanfiction and it's on Ao3! It's such a great fanfic I'm so glad I could do art for it ❤️

PLEASE tell me more about emily dickinson. she looks so rad.

Ah, ofc!

My process for her was basically this:

I wanted Chuuya to have another foil, one that functioned similarly to Dostoyevsky being a foil for Dazai. I wanted Chuuya to have his own Fyodor character, someone who can rival his prowess in battle while having polar opposite ways of handling the way they live.

I needed a poet, and I needed one that had similar vibes to Nakahara Chuuya's poetry, from what I've seen of it. And this is a hot take, but I think Emily Dickinson deals with a lot of the same themes? They both deal with grief and beauty and a lot of their poems are melancholic in nature. There's also some similarity in their biographies. Both of them were pretty obscure before their death (though Dickinson published even less). Both had an antagonistic relationship with education. Dickinson is also sometimes classified as a "transcendentalist" (though a lot of scholars don't agree on that front, and that her verse is a lot more innovative for the time).

I'm sure there's probably another poet who is more similar, but I was also a big fan of Emily Dickinson before this so...yeah.

I'm rearranging a lot of my ideas for this character, especially when it comes to her power. Lets just say I was deliberately avoiding an obvious choice for her power, but then I was like "Why, when that poem is rad". So, maybe I'll reveal more later?