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I hope no one has done this one yet
I’m making a Bsd RP server and I ain’t got no one yet😭
It’s just a fun server that anyone can join sooo
This is also my first time making a discord server
He looks exhausted when he walks in—a hectic week altogether—tie loose, hair a mess, the weight of the day still clinging to his shoulders. You only get a proper kiss before he mumbles something about freshening up, leaving you standing there, needy and restless, watching him disappear into the bathroom.
When he comes back, he’s shirtless, hair damp, towel lazily slung around his neck. He settles on the bed against the headboard, long legs stretched out, a book in his hand. The glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows over his chest, the definition of his collarbones, the slope of his abs. And yet, he doesn’t seem to notice the way your gaze lingers.
You’re curled up at the edge of the bed, watching him, sulking a little. He must feel it, must sense the heat of your stare, because he barely glances up from his book before tilting his head toward you.
“Come here, baby.” His voice is low, lazy, but there’s something in it that makes your stomach tighten. “Sit on me.”
You first didn't understand if he meant his face or his lap, when he takes off his shorts is when you understand.
Your breath catches. “Aren’t you tired?”
A slow smirk tugs at his lips. “And? C'm on, you know both you and I want it.”
That was enough to make warmth pool at the base of your spine. He sets the book aside for a second, beckoning you with his fingers.
“C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice like honey, thick and coaxing. “Missed you.”
It’s enough to make you move before you can think better of it, before you can let the last bit of hesitation keep you away. As soon as you settle onto his lap, his hands find your waist, taking down your panties as you lift your hips up.
He lifts you slightly, making you sit on his cock, it doesn't completely fit, of course, thumbs stroking your skin through the fabric of your shirt as his tip teases that spot.
He picks up the book again, but his eyes flicker down to yours,
“You gonna behave while I read?”
You shift slightly, just enough to make his grip tighten.
His chuckle is low, teasing. “Didn’t think so.”
He picks up the book again, pretending to be absorbed in it, but you don’t miss the way his grip tightens when you shift just a little.
“You comfortable, darlin'?” he murmurs absently, eyes flicking over the pages, but there’s a teasing lilt to his voice. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
You hum, pressing your palms to his bare chest, tracing slow circles over his skin. “Mhm,” you breathe, leaning in, brushing your lips over his jaw. He doesn’t react, doesn’t move—just keeps reading like you’re not practically melting against him.
So, you move. Just a little. A slow, innocent shift, dragging your body against his like you’re just trying to get comfortable. His fingers twitch against your waist.
Still, he doesn’t say anything.
You try again, shifting higher, rolling your hips ever so slightly before sinking back down, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck.
His jaw tenses, his breath catches—just for a second—but he keeps his face hidden behind the book, stubbornly ignoring you.
“Baby,” you whine softly, dragging your lips along the column of his throat, your fingers slipping into his hair. He’s so warm, so solid beneath you, and the way he’s acting like he doesn’t care makes heat spark in your stomach.
He exhales through his nose, tilting his head back just enough to let you nuzzle into him, but his voice stays even. “What is it, sweetheart?”
You shift again, slower this time, your body pressing flush against his. His hands slide down, palms warm against your thighs now, holding you in place—but not stopping you.
“You’re ignoring me,” you pout, rolling your hips ever so slightly.
He lets out a low hum, flipping a page with maddening calm. “Am I?”
“Mmhm,” you whisper, lips brushing his ear now. “Feels mean.”
His grip tightens, his fingers flexing, but he doesn’t pull you closer, doesn’t stop you. He just lets you move, lets you tease yourself against him while he hides behind the book like you’re not driving him insane.
Finally, after another slow shift of your hips, he exhales sharply, his fingers pressing into your skin. “You having fun, sweet thing?”
You grin, pressing your forehead against his. “Maybe.”
You keep moving against him, slow and teasing, pressing yourself closer, but he doesn’t give in. Doesn’t acknowledge the way your body rolls against his, how your hands roam over his chest, fingertips tracing over his collarbones, his shoulders, the muscles in his arms.
He just keeps his book in front of his face, pretending to be unaffected, though his grip on your waist tightens each time you shift.
Still, you don’t stop.
You press your lips to the curve of his jaw, down his throat, your breath warm against his skin. Nothing. Another slow roll of your hips. Nothing. His chest rises a little quicker, but he keeps reading, keeps ignoring the way you’re growing needier by the second.
So you pull back.
Lift off of him completely, his hands falling from your waist as you shift onto your knees in front of him. He doesn’t say a word, but you can feel his gaze burning into you. Like he isn’t gripping the book just a little too tight.
And then—slowly, deliberately—you pull your shirt over your head. Let it fall somewhere on the bed before you turn around, completely bare.
This time, when you sink on him again, when your skin presses against his, warm and soft, he sucks in a quiet breath. It’s subtle, barely audible, but you hear it—the smallest groan, low in his throat, like he’s finally letting himself react, just for a second.
You smirk, leaning back against his chest, your bare back skin meeting his warmth. His hand finds your waist again, palm splayed across your stomach now, going lower, caressing your public hair, fingers pressing in ever so slightly, then, creeping up to your breasts.
But still—one hand stays on the book, his eyes flickering over the pages like he isn’t affected, like he doesn’t feel the heat of your body against his.
Then—slowly, lazily—his free hand moves up, reaching for the band holding your hair in place. A gentle tug, and your ponytail loosens, hair spilling over your shoulders, cascading down your back.
He exhales, fingers threading through the strands, brushing them over one shoulder before his palm rests lightly against your collarbone. His lips ghost the side of your head, warm and teasing.
You lift again, rolling your hips, teasing yourself against him, but he’s too big—he doesn’t completely fit, and the realization sends a frustrated whimper past your lips. You try again, sinking down only to an extent, but it’s not enough. The slow drag, the aching stretch—it’s driving you crazy.
And then—you feel it. The sharp inhale he takes, the way his fingers dig into your hips, his patience snapping in an instant.
His book is tossed aside without a second thought.
Before you can process it, he grips your waist and pushes you down onto him fully, a deep, strained groan rumbling from his chest as you gasp with a moan, hands flying to his thighs for support. The pressure, the overwhelming fullness—it has your whole body trembling.
Then, he moves.
He leans forward, chest pressing against your back, his warmth caging you in as he shifts, guiding you down onto your elbows and knees. You barely register the change in position before he presses against you from behind, rolling his hips in slow, deep thrusts that knock the air from your lungs.
A strangled moan escapes you, your fingers clutching at the sheets as he moves again, unhurried but devastating, each motion precise, like he’s savoring the way you fall apart beneath him.
His breath is heavy, hot against the back of your neck. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” His voice is rough, strained, and when you whimper in response, he lets out a low groan, his hips pressing even deeper.
He leans forward, to hear you and to feel your skin better—his arm slides around your throat from behind, not tight, just enough to keep you close, to keep you exactly where he wants you.
His grip is firm but careful, fingers resting lightly against your pulse, feeling the way it races beneath his touch. He groans again, voice husky in your ear as he keeps moving, slow and deep, his other hand holding your waist.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your neck. “Take it. J—just like that.”
Your eyes flutter open, hazy with pleasure, and that’s when you see it—the mirror straight ahead, mounted on the wall opposite the bed.
The sight knocks the breath from your lungs.
The reflection captures everything—his body towering over yours, his one hand gripping your waist and the other on your heck, the way he moves against you, desperate, like he can’t get enough. His expression is dark with hunger, his lips parted, chest heaving with each deep thrust, biting and kissing your neck.
You can’t look away.
A choked moan escapes your lips, louder than before, your gaze locked on the image before you. The way you tremble beneath him, the way his body fits against yours so perfectly—it sends another wave of heat through you.
Behind you, he notices.
His pace falters for a second, his head tilting slightly before he follows your gaze—and when he sees it, when he sees himself buried deep inside you, his body covering yours, your dazed eyes, drool from your lips, how you tighten around him, how your moans got louder, his grip on your waist tightens.
A low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest.
"You like that view, sweetheart?" His voice is husky, rough with desire.
You can barely manage a response, your moan answering for you, and that’s all it takes.
"Y—yeah? you like that baby?"
His pace shifts—harder, faster, so hard you start moving upwards away from him so he pulls you back on him, as if the sight of you together, of you unraveling beneath him, has pushed him over the edge. His breathing turns ragged, each thrust sending shivers down your spine, and you know he’s close.
So are you.
Your hands clench the sheets, your body arching, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until—
His name spills from your lips, broken and breathless, as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you trembling in his grasp.
Only then does he let go.
With one final thrust, his body tenses, his own release following yours, a deep groan escaping as he collapses onto you, his weight warm and heavy, pressing you into the bed.
For a moment, neither of you move.
His chest rises and falls against your back, his breath warm against your shoulder, his arms still wrapped around you like he’s unwilling to let go just yet.
Then—softly, teasingly—he presses a lazy kiss to the side of your neck, his voice a deep murmur against your skin.
"Now that," he breathes, a satisfied smirk in his tone, "was a sight worth watching."
A lazy hum vibrates against your skin as he stays draped over you, his weight heavy but comforting, grounding you after the storm you both just weathered. His lips graze your shoulder, soft and lingering, before he finally shifts, rolling off you just enough to let you breathe.
But he doesn’t let go.
Instead, he pulls you back against his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His breathing is deep, still uneven, but his lips find your skin again, trailing slow, featherlight kisses along your shoulder, up to your jaw.
"You okay, sweetheart?" His voice is warm, thick with exhaustion, but there’s a hint of something else too—concern, devotion, the quiet way he always makes sure you’re alright.
You nod, still catching your breath, and he chuckles softly, his fingers brushing lazy circles against your bare skin.
"Did so well for me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss behind your ear.
You sigh, sinking into his warmth, letting yourself melt as he shifts to sit up, reaching over to grab the blanket from the edge of the bed. With careful hands, he pulls it over both of you, tucking you close against him, his body still warm from exertion.
The weight of exhaustion tugs at your limbs, pulling you toward sleep, but just as you begin to drift, you feel it—
A slow, lazy touch trailing along your skin.
At first, it’s featherlight, almost absentminded, like he’s moving on instinct even in his half-asleep state. His fingertips trace delicate patterns along your stomach before slipping lower, pressing against you with a knowing intent.
Your breath hitches.
"Mm," he hums sleepily against your neck, his voice thick with exhaustion but still laced with that ever-present hunger. "Not done with you yet, sweetheart."
The words send a shiver through you, heat pooling where his fingers tease, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring the way you react even with his eyes closed. His grip tightens around your waist, keeping you close as his lips press against the curve of your shoulder, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.
"You can take one more for me, can’t you? I can’t believe I lived without this for a week.”
Usually, he takes his time, his mouth and hands working in tandem, drawing you apart piece by piece, only then do you come on his cock, but tonight, there was a crack in the routine.
He’s tired—so tired—and yet, not enough to resist.
Not enough to deny himself this.
His fingers dip lower, pressing against you, and when he feels the heat, the wetness waiting for him, he lets out a low, satisfied hum.
“I almost forgot,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the curve of your jaw, “how gorgeous you are like this. All flustered, sensitive and red and—”
He presses in, two fingers sliding deep, and the breath you take is sharp, stolen from your lungs.
“—so fucking wet for me.”
His fingers move with a practiced rhythm, slow but deliberate, coaxing you closer. His lips press against your shoulder, murmuring against your flushed skin, a litany of sweet nothings that only make the pleasure coil tighter inside you.
"That’s it, sweet, sweet cunt," he breathes, voice thick with exhaustion but dripping with satisfaction. "Let go for me… just like that."
Your head falls back against his shoulder, body melting into his as he works you through it, his touch unrelenting until he feels you come undone, trembling in his arms. He doesn’t stop until the last wave passes, until he’s sure he’s wrung out every last drop of pleasure from you.
Only then does he ease his fingers out, dragging them up over your thigh, slow and reverent, as if he’s memorizing the way you feel against him. His other arm tightens around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, anchoring you against his chest, clean his fingers by tasting you.
"Missed you so much," he mutters into your hair, voice barely above a whisper. "Don’t think I can go a week without you again."
His lips press against your temple, soft and lingering, before he shifts, reaching for the blanket and pulling it over both of you. His warmth surrounds you, his touch still gentle as he strokes lazy circles into your hip, lulling you into a haze of post-bliss exhaustion.
"You good, sweetheart?" he asks, voice softer now, more tender. You nod sleepily, and he chuckles, kissing the top of your head.
"Sleep," he whispers. "I’ve got you."
And with his arms wrapped around you, his breath steady and warm against your skin, you believe him.
errr yeah, i finally drew tachihara. he’s honestly pretty fun to draw. ^-^
i’m sorry that took like a month for me to finally get motivation to draw him lol
trying to draw tachihara and i want to dropkick him. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO NOT MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A GOOBER. 😭😭😭
rant #6
i will lobotomize the next person who says teruko or tachihara are poorly written. THEY’RE SIDE CHARACTERS WITH DECENT STORIES AND SOME TIME IN THE SPOTLIGHT!!! THEY HAVE GOOD AND INTERESTING BACKSTORIES AND MOTIVATIONS!!! THEY ARE IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT!!!
Tachizaki Art
We need more of this rare ship qwq
Bungo Stray Dogs Wan! Chapter 173: Reduce garbage to make the city cleaner
Disclaimer: I don't know japanese but there was no translation and I was pissed so I decided to do it myself. I used many translators to get it as accurate as possible but there may be some mistakes. I'm sorry if I made any grammatical error or translation mistake.
I'll probably translate the next chapter too but it will take a while because I've a lot of exams coming up
Bungo Stray Dogs Wan! Chapter 172: Find It! Strongest Military Police Force
Disclaimer: This is my first time translating and I don't really know japanese so there can be some translation mistakes but I was really pissed that there was no eng translation for this chapter so i just decided to do it myself. I used hundreds of different translators to get this as accurate as possible (don't ask how much time it took me😀) but anyway here it is. Pls don't cancel me😭 p.s. eng is not my first language so there can be some mistakes
Hunting dogs acting goofy (let's just pretend that the latest chapters didn't happen😭)
I have a new headcanon that the reason why Tachihara stabbed Kenji with the sword back in season four (not that they knew it was him at the time), was payback for the time when Kenji threw all of the Black Lizard out a window.
I'm re-reading the decay of angel arc, and I don't know how I didn't notice before the parallels between Aya and Tachihara
Let me add something: Gin don't want to leave Verlaine so she inform him, and he join them with Q.
Hirotsu follow them because Higuci took half of the black lizard's forces and he carries with him a very confused Tachihara.
And then they find Kyoka
Mori is so desperate that he promotes Kaji as a executive (thing don't end up well)
The best thing is that all in the group are considered Fukuzawa's subordinated and they're under the ADA protection, but only Dazai, Chuuya, Aku, Kyoka and Verlaine actually work in the agency.
Kouyou open a flower shop and she go to visit Chuuya and Kyoka every day.
Tachihara convince himself is still following the Hunting Dogs orders, but he started to enjoy is job at the Uzumaki café with Higuci.
Q they're living in Verlaine place and they're going to school like a normal kid.
Hirotsu is enjoying is pension.
And when Mori try to have them back Fukuzawa is like: Nope, they're all adopted now.
Oda watching them from heaven: Wtf I've created
I just imagined a very funny BSD scenario where Dazai tells Chuuya that he’s gonna leave the mafia instead of just leaving him and Chuuya is like ‘Fuck it I’m coming’ but he wants to inform Kouyou so they do and she’s like ‘I’m coming too, not letting my baby brother alone’ and somewhere in they tell Aku and Gin and they also want to come-
Anyway, this just ends up with Mori going to bed with a perfectly functional mafia and wakes up with screams and chaos cause he just lost three executives, an assassin and the Dog of the Mafia. And probably a big chunk of armed forces cause you can’t tell me Higuchi wouldn’t go with Aku.
And like, two years later, the ADA has a very pellicular (and big) visit.
And then Verlaine find Atsushi in a random alley and decides to adopt him too
Hear me out: Verlaine and Rimbaud living happily in a ranch house in the French countryside with Chuuya who they adopted (read: stole). They live happily away from the control of any of their governments who want to use them.
And then a few years later, a group of kids, two of whom are currently younger than Chuuya, show up at their door asking for a place to stay for the night.
Verlaine does some digging and convinces Rimbaud to take them in.
And now Verlaine, who claims to be so far detached from humanity, is raising a bunch of kids.
Just like cute domestic moments with them too.
Teruko aging Chuuya up and him not getting any taller and getting upset
Tachihara tripping and scratching his nose and Verlaine cleans it and puts a bandaid on
Rimbaud using his ability when Jouno gets overwhelmed by things like thunderstorms
Tecchou eating his silly food combos and Verlaine, assuming this is normal people diet, joining in
They’re very careful about keeping them hidden because Rimbaud is worried the Japanese government will look for them (Verlaine and Chuuya both claim they would kick their asses causing Rimbaud to roll his eyes and kiss Verlaine and Chuuya to gag)
But eventually as time goes by, they calm down a bit
So we get Verlaine, Rimbaud, and their small army of government science projects at the amusement park and doing happy family activities and things like that
I talk to myself like that all the time but even that scene was a little odd 💀
See everyone gives Atsushi a hard time for talking to a hallucination.
But no one talks about when Tachihara was straight up narrating his every movement in the Sky Casino.
He popped into ah empty room and was just like oh there was no one here. Oh there’s a bomb wow good thing my ability that I totally have stopped me from getting hit by the shrapnel from these coin bombs.
Oh man there’s coin bombs hmm and they seem to be from every currency.
Who are you talking to man? Keep your monologue inside your head.
Thinking about Tachihara deciding to stay with the Mafia after everything's over.
Thinking about the government refusing to give him his next monthly surgery since he's no longer a Hunting Dog.
Thinking about him accepting and coming to terms with the fact that he's going to die, and even saying his goodbyes to his friends in the mafia.
Thinking about Hirotsu, Gin, Higuchi, Kouyou, Chuuya, all refusing to let him die like this, and scrambling to find a way to save him.
Thinking about Chuuya and Kouyou threatening the hospitals to give him the surgeries, and Gin and Higuchi sneaking around to find something that could help.
And then it hits them. The solution, which now seems so obvious in hindsight.
Thinking about Chuuya on the phone with the Detective Agency, and of course it's Dazai who picks up the other end.
Thinking about him sitting in the office, head in his hands, as he hears Chuuya asking him to let Yosano go to the Mafia base for a while.
Thinking about Dazai, out of genuine concern for her, refusing to let her go back to the Port Mafia.
Thinking about Yosano being out the door before Dazai even puts the phone down, because it's Michizō Tachihara. This is Shunzen's younger brother, of course she has to help him.
Thinking about Yosano, when she arrives at the PM base, not having to hurt him even a little bit to use her ability, because he's already that far gone, that broken.
Thinking about her sitting by his side, wondering if when he wakes up he's going to hate her for using the same ability on him that killed his brother.
But when Tachihara wakes up, all he can say to the doctor is "thank you," because he genuinely means it. Because of Yosano's ability, he's healed completely. He has no commitment to the Hunting dogs now.
(If i end this with "he's free" is that cringe?)
This post made me realize that Fukuchi is the dad you go to when Fukuzawa says no.
So you’re telling me Fukuchi genuinely rolled up with a 6 year old military vet, a 13 year old thief, a blind criminal mastermind, and Tecchou, who is Tecchou, and just asked to have a super powered military unit? And they said yes???
'Cause yes, they're Miniature Pinschers ❤
BSD characters as iconic Kardashian moments:
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Yosano: those are cute jeans
Ranpo: you're cute jeans
Yosano: those are mine?
Ranpo: no
Yosano: I thought you said your cute jeans. Those are mine?
Ranpo: nooo. YOU ARE CUTE JEANS
Yosano: huh? 😧
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(During a meeting)
Dark era Dazai: why cuz Boss, just wants it in his schedule---
Mori: maybe if you had a fucking business you were passionate about, you'd know what it takes to run a fucking business, but you don't. So don't even act like you know what I am talking about.
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*Dazai Chuuya 15*
Dazai: Chuuya has this ugly crying face that he makes
(Chuuya getting scolded by Koyo)
Chuuya: you are sitting there laughing, it's not funny, get out of here if you are gonna continue to laugh and make fun of me!
Dazai: (continues laughing)
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Kenji(holding a piglet): Kyouka-chan to the foyer, I have a little surprise for you 😄
Kyouka: is that a chicckkeeenn? 😃😃
Atsushi: (she thinks that's a chicken? What kind of chicken looks like that)
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(Dazai getting arrested for his multiple war crimes)
Fukuzawa: all of us are trying to be as cool as we can be for Dazai-----Yosano can you stop taking pictures of yourself, your co-worker is going to jail!
Yosano: I feel like I am gonna barf
Dazai: good, throw up....
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(during a deadly mission)
Chuuya: my hat is gone! Omg I am gonna cry. My hat is gone.
Tachihara: Chuuya-san, there's people that are dying 🙄
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Poe: Like, I feel like every year has a new energy, and I feel like this year is all about like, the year of realising stuff. And everyone around me, we're just like, realising things.
Lousia: what is he is talking about?
Mark: who knows
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(nope I am gonna ignore the new chapter 116, didn't see it, totally)
These are some other ships I found (mostly from shipping fandom)
Special mention to Ranpo x Yosano, I do not ship them and only consider them platonic (Kunisano is better for me!) and Akuhigu which I also don't ship because I seriously don't see it at all, although I still consider it underrated.
I tried to add ships here that I personally consider underrated which means it's a completely subjective opinion/choices!
Any other ships you like, you can comment down!!!
Ps: THANK YOU GUYS FOR MAKING DANPO WIN I LOVE THIS FANDOM
Dazai: psk psk...Atsushi-kun....show me your paper
Atsushi: I can't! I don't want to get caught!
Dazai: oh come on! I don't even know these squiggly lines, is this English? Who the fuck uses cursive?
Ranpo: I am not even answering these questions, I am too smart for this
Yosano: if you are not answering, whom will I copy from?
Dazai: Can anyone help me? I don't even know what subject this is!
Akutagawa: I'll help you Dazai-san, take my paper
Dazai: NOT YOU Akutagawa!
Akutagawa: *sad Akutagawa noises*
Higuchi: don't worry, Akutagawa Senpai! I will look at your answers!
Akutagawa: NOT YOU Higuchi
Higuchi: *sad Higuchi noises*
Gin: those are some nice drawings Tachihara!
Tachihara: thanks, I can't write answers, might as well doodle
Chuuya, diligently writing answers: CAN YOU ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP?
Kunikida, hitting Chuuya with a duster: Negative five points to Nakahara for cheating
Chuuya: WTF I WASN'T EVEN----
Kunikida: make it ten
Dazai: *laughing in the back*
Kunikida: and a Negative 100 for Dazai
Atsushi: that means he will get a 0?
Ranpo: looking at his answers, he is probably gonna get a -110, ten marks cut for bad handwriting
(I thought of this headcanon last night, Kunikida, as a former teacher gives the ADA and PM joint night tutoring classes. I didn't add the Tanazaki's cuz since they are highschoolers, they haven't missed basic education, hopefully)
(yes, Yosano is a Dr. and all, but is she a medical professional for real or they call her that because she is a healer? IDK?)
(PS: really sorry if any other got left out, I was writing these on top of my head so I don't know if there's more. Feel free to comment if you know any other siblings/sibling-ish dynamic I left out!)
BSD and Shipping
Since Valentine's day was coming I was interested in discussing a huge part of the BSD fandom: Shipping
( ⚠️ RANT INCOMING. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED ABOUT OPINIONS ON SHIPPING. PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL TOWARDS OTHER PEOPLE'S OPINIONS IN COMMENTS AND REBLOGS. ⚠️)
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So where to start?
For a long time I have been noticing one specific trend in the BSD subreddit. And that are posts that talk about unpopular opinions/Headcanons/fav or least fav ships etc.
What I find interesting about these posts is that one thing is always in the forefront, and it's the debates about the sexualities of the characters in BSD. While Headcanons can be annoying and some people do push their opinions on others, there is nuance that is lacking in the community when discussing some topics. Finding posts about Mori being a pedo and how Dazai is unlikable or overrated is very easy and the discussions surrounding topics like that are always the same. People would pick sides and end up writing a lot about what their opinion is and while that's valid, it also ends up in fandom wars where it's hard to like or dislike something without your head being in the chopping block.
Now let's go to the original topic: shipping. To examine the environment of shipping culture in BSD fandom we have to start with the headcanons that people have adopted for sexualities of the characters.
1. THE PROBLEM WITH HETRO-NORMATIVITY
Now, the posts about shipping often contain a lot of people writing paragraphs and paragraphs about what ships they like or dislike.
One of the ships that takes the most bullets for its existence and popularity is Soukoku or Shin Soukoku. There are lots of comments about these ships that "remind" us that canonically Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi and Akutagawa are all straight. They should not be shipped with each other because they are straight.....
Dazai flirts with women and wants to commit a double suicide with a beautiful woman. Atsushi is very clearly set up to end up with Lucy. Akutagawa couldn't care less about romance as we see how dismissive he is with Higuchi. And Chuuya.......wears fashionable outfits and has a slutty waist, but we won't comment on that.
Dazai and Chuuya have a lot of queer subtext that anyone can see. Akutagawa and Atsushi are pointed out to complete each other and complement each other several times. These ships don't exist out of thin air.
Now there is nothing WRONG with anyone having the headcanon of any of these (or any other) characters to be straight, after all we are not given enough information about their sexualities. But by stating "Dazai is straight, he likes women" or "this ship doesn't make sense because they are not gay" not only does it imply that characters can't have other preferences but also that being straight is the default, which it isn't.
This is coming from a straight woman from a very conservative country where we don't have exposure to queer media. It took me a long time to stop being so heteronormative. I think assuming someone is straight until they prove to you or tell you directly is just as bad and as assuming someone is gay. I think we have come far along as a community to understand that it shouldn't be our first instinct to assume everything is heterosexual until we get some sort of proof or stamp of approval from its creator.
Asagiri isn't going to stand up in a stage in front of the world and say "yeah Dazai and Chuuya have gay feelings for eachother" because the manga is from Japan. If there were explicit queer characters then BSD would no longer get the label of being universal because of certain censorship laws. Even if it's getting more acceptable in Japan to show queer characters in manga and anime, BSD isn't a romance or slice of life story. It's a seinen, not a BL/GL. Besides, Asagiri shows little to no interest in romantic relationships in his story.
So by saying "______ character is straight because we don't have any other information proving otherwise " isn't a valid excuse to tell shippers not to ship certain characters, it's making it seem like heterosexuality is the default state of being.
That also doesn't mean you can say "Dazai is gay, don't ship him with women" because that's the same thing. If you think Dazai is gay/bi/pan/etc. then that's your opinion, pushing that on others only worsens the rep of skk shippers especially.
You have the right to like or dislike certain ships or have your own Headcanons. This is why even feminising certain characters also isn't as problematic as people call it. It's just a different take on a character (but that time people were correcting those who called Sigma a "he" instead of "they" was genuinely wrong). Headcanons of some random online stranger doesn't make anything canon. So if you find yourself around annoying people like that, just leave the conversation.
2. WHY SUBTEXT MATTERS
Subtext is really important when discussing media; in case of BSD whether it is the anime, manga, anthologies or LNs. BSD is not new to subtext, even from the start of the story there is a lot of queer subtext that people can figure out easily.
When we are introduced to Dazai and Chuuya's partnership in the first season, it's clear as day to see the dynamic and its underlying tension. We can see how close those two are that their relationship can't be explained just as simple partners turned enemies. Time and time again we get so much queer subtext between Skk's interactions. The entire 15 arc and well as Stormbringer shows us the bond and trust between the two as well as the intense amount of gay scenes. At this point I am sure Hoshikawa is a hardcore skk shipper. All of their official art is also gay (that could be queerbating though). Asagiri must know what the public thinks about Skk and still writes subtext about them. It makes sense why this would be a popular ship; it's not made out of thin air with no context (*ahem* Kousano *ahem*) but has actual roots and the proof to back it up too.
SSKK is a similar story, it's not my favourite but it has been growing on me ever since S5. Similar to skk, we get a lot of subtext and homoerotic moments between Aku and Atsushi. They are yin and yang. They are enemies that sought to kill eachother but still team up to fight together. Atsushi is literally the centre of Akutagawa's life since the beginning. Atsushi and Akutagawa grow together as characters and as different as they appear are similarly looking for one thing: validation and acceptance. Their relationship is so compelling in so many levels that it too makes sense why their ship is as popular as it is (especially regarding recent events in the story)
Ranpoe.....let's be real, those two got married a long time ago. They are the definition of "be gay, solve crimes". They are undeniably a cute ship regardless of whether it's one sided or not. Fyolai as well makes complete sense with the context behind Fyodor and Nikolai's relationship, while I also consider it quite one-sided as it's mostly Nikolai that is fascinated by Fyodor (and wants to kiss kill him) Fukumori isn't my cup of tea but it too has enough subtext to back it up, same with FukuFuku.
While I would love to talk about other ships, I wanted to show the reasoning behind the most popular pairings.
Personally, as a multishipper, it's very fun for me to have so many characters to examine and spend time obsessing over.
Now, there are straight ships that I like too as well as ships I don't ship for myself.
The reason I don't like Yosano and Ranpo together is because I see them in the same position as Kyouka and Atsushi. The scene of Ranpo recruiting Yosano (who worked with Mori) into the ADA parallels Atsushi saving Kyouka (who also worked with Mori). I consider them siblings and like how they are platonic instead of it being the typical "a boy and girl can't be besties". Another ship I love and cherish is AtsuLucy because it's so adorable, Lucy is my fav Guild member and her and Atsushi are "Girlboss and Malewife". I ship Tachihara with Gin, Higuchi and Gin as well as Kunikida with Yosano (surprisingly I don't find the appeal of Kunizai; though I still like that ship from time to time, just don't ship it actively). I prefer not to ship Sigma with anyone (he is still a baby to me)
So it's not that BSD doesn't have straight ships, when you make a majority male cast and have them be rivals or enemies, obviously people will ship m/m more. Especially if there is more subtext and tension behind the male characters and they have little to no interactions with women.
And I might get some heat for saying this:
It is okay for most of the BSD characters to be considered queer because if comp het is so normal in anime/manga then why can't the opposite be the case? We already have enough series with little to no representation, so why can't we have a bunch of queer characters?
3. TOXIC SHIPPERS AND THE FALL OF FANDOM CULTURE
I have been raving for the past two sections and defending the shipping community. But it isn't a conversation with nuance if I don't address the problem of a small group of people that take shipping too seriously. The reason why fandom itself gets a bad rep is because of shipping more often than not. I will admit, it's not all sunshine and rainbows when people argue about their fav ships. And a lot of the aforementioned ships are to a point, toxic. Yes, some shippers are annoying and ruin everyone else's fun. There are ships that don't make sense at all.
But that doesn't mean that a small part of people should represent others who are just having harmless fun and don't even believe their ships to ever become canon. Let's be real it's highly unlikely we will have any couples by the end of the show (the closest could be AtsuLucy). Sometimes people are too intense about ships and that goes for both antis and pros. Both of the extreme are toxic. And instead of shoving down our opinions down other people's throats, we should be celebrating the very story that brought us together in the first place.
Yeah it can be hard for those who don't like shipping at all to enjoy the story and have discussions. But we have to remember the roots of fandom culture start with shipping. It's always been the case and it's always been the most popular way to discuss one's favourite fictional work. From Sherlock to Genshin to boy bands to streamers, everything has been shipped and will always be. There is a reason why AO3 works so well.
4. SO WHAT?
The ships are what brought me to BSD in the first place. I wanted to explore the world of BSD because of its characters and their dynamics. And a lot of other people have gotten into this fandom for the exact same reason. While there are unflattering moments in our fandom, that doesn't mean it's not a place for people to come together and have some fun. Whether you ship or not. Whether you like fanfictions or not. We have to accept that there are a lot of pros to shipping too. It brings our ideas together, makes us feel giddy inside or tears our heart apart, it produces beautiful fanarts and fanfictions, it makes us analyse characters, it makes us look deeper into the story....and it makes us wait for what's next to come.
And I want nothing more than to be able to enjoy shipping without the guilt that comes with it.
Shipping isn't free from its flaws, but it is not defined only by its flaws. It might not be for everyone, but it is someone's everything. So even if you don't like it in particular, let's not spoil other people's fun. One's trash is another's treasure.
~Peace out 🕊️✌️
BSD Ladies Week, day 4: blood
GIN-CHAN (ngl I love the Black Lizard and I needed to draw them this time)
For @bsdladiesweek
more bsd subway looks
70s band au is still keeping my feeble mind hostage btw.
My boys :3
Tachigin thing (i love them)
KyouKenji <3
Kunizaiii
-Good morning!
-Hello, Aya.
I love you Poe
Kataaaiii
I'm so sorry Tachihara for ruining your epic reveal moment but as soon as Jouno put the cape on you and it started to swish in the non-existent wind I knew what I had to do
This is their equivalent of t-posing at their enemies btw.
(Text:
Tachihara: "Yes, it is I. The fifth Hunting Dog."
Fukuchi: "It's him!")
They gotta support the baby of the group
HAHAHAHHAHAH
If the Sky Casino arc went a little differently