New Headcanon That Atsushi Isn't Actually A Fan Of His Birthdays. Especially Right After He Leaves The

I like to think that Chuuya understands why Dazai left and wasn't all that mad about it at first.

I think the hurt of being left built up over the four years. I think the first week or so Chuuya was like "Yeah? Well good for him I guess, better be quieter around now" and then he turns to tell Dazai something on a mission and he's not there. Of course he shrugs it off, no big deal he just need s a brief adjustment period. Shouldn't take long I mean how much can one person really affect your life?

And then he finds himself looking for Dazai to ask the name of the musical that has that one song. It got stuck in his head. Again. And it's annoying him and he makes it all the way to his living room before remembering Dazai's not there.

And then he sees the lump of Dazai's clothes on the couch and goes to tell him to at least put it away and he opens his mouth before remembers.

And then he makes food and when he's setting up his plate he notices he made enough for two. He won't admit it but he's not sure if that shit will remember to feed himself.

And then he's still buying the shampoo and conditioner Dazai likes. Not Chuuya's problem anymore, he thinks as he puts them away. Better to stalk up in case it's needed later.

And then he's still leaving Dazai's favorite blanket on the couch, he's still keeping bandages in his bathroom, still driving by the river to make sure there aren't any limbs sticking out, still watching the movies Dazai showed him and he wouldn't tell anyone but Dazai being gone affected everything and he's happy for him- really but if he ever sees him again he better have been just as fucked up.

And then he sees Dazai again, four years later on the day he came back from a mission. And he looks. Fine. Better than his Mafia days, better than when he was with Chuuya. Lucky him.

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I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

This with Dazai and Atsushi

here's something i've actually said that could probably be a solid incorrect quote:

character a: *sick with a cold*

character b: *brings them cold medicine* you took one pill this morning, right? you can take one more now that it's the evening

character a: i can take as many as i want?

character b: no, that's not what i said-

character a: hAND THOSE OVER

character b: no-

character a: I WANNA FEEL THE FIFTH DIMENSION. I WANNA SEE SOUND. I WANNA HEAR COLOR.

character b: nO-

"Would you keep it safe, oh one with all the secret pockets?"

(You nod.)

I've seen so many fanon interpretations of that line from Odile that boil down to Version A aka: perfect DnD rogue look, and I love them all,,,

but I straight up only ever pictured Version B for that "Pocket Situation" 😂

(I think Tumblr ate half of the quality there, but that's what I get for posting some traditional art online 🥲)

The characters aren't charactering

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nakahara Chuuya/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Dehumanization, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nakajima Atsushi Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nightmares, Childhood Trauma, Whumptober 2024 Summary:

The world was dark. So, so endlessly dark. Even on the days Atsushi was able to step outside, to feel the sun hitting his skin and to hear the laughter of the other children, it was all so dark and cold. The warmth of the sun felt distant, and the laughter grated against his ears, a symphony of sounds he could not make, a joy he could not know.

Atsushi relives his past during a nightmare, comfort is given, a lifelong question is answered.

Finally finished another whumptober prompt! This is my first time writing for ChuuAtsu so I hope yall like it!