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I’m sorry but when you said fairy wings I imagined Tinkerbell size fairy and Chuuya fighting against a horde of rats with all the rage uncontainable by his tiny size killed me.

Chuuaku week day 3 || Intensity - Marriage  Corruption could have handled this. Albeit, the wreckage would have aggregated a much larger mass of land the number of his men he now had to bury could have been sliced into eighths. Rarely did the Port Mafia find itself under the talons of an operation as large and prepared as this, but Chuuya was not Mori. He couldn’t see an attack two weeks into the future based upon a simple note and the look from a subordinate turned rat. His fists clench at his sides rubble beginning to quake beneath his feet. Akutagawa inhales sharply waiting on the furthest corner atop an upturned piece of cement large enough to crush two cars. Despite the expansive distance Akutagawa notes Chuuya’s usual sapphirine eyes had begun shift in color mirroring deep ocean waves rising up before a thunderstorm hits. Akutagawa’s heart rises to his throat. The enemy had been defeated with the backup of a decent amount in the defense bracket, but many of them didn’t make it. Chuuya knew, at least in some part of his mind, that he would lose members during this. As the mafia did in the great war and as it had against the American’s the year prior.

Nakahara chuuya’s 81 years death date

Partly, yes. To clarify: Oda said what he did to Dazai because he understood that Dazai is too intelligent for his own good, to the extent that nothing will surpass his expectations. Dazai’s loneliness is built of the loneliness that geniuses have, in a world where nobody will be able to see the same truths they do, and it is equally built from the lack of meaning he sees in his own life. When Dazai begs the Mimic soldier to wake him up from this dream of a corroding world, that says a lot about his perspective at that time: to him, the world is nothing but a nightmare from which he cannot escape. 

His is a type of loneliness that simply being around other people who love you and whom you love can never really lift, because as much as people can love each other, at a fundamental level understanding is much more difficult to attain than love. Finding meaning for one’s own life is also an intensely personal journey—one person’s meaning is not another’s, so there’s no real guideline other than struggling forth by yourself. 

However, that is not to say that Dazai does not change. While I’d say that for now he’s still deeply lonely, he’s trying to hold onto life and is constantly changing, which is incredibly important. 

This moment, more than any other, shows the change that took place within those four years: instead of the world being a nightmare, filled with lack of meaning and despair, Dazai is now able to accept that it is not so bad, after all, for the world and the people in it to exist with all their faults and doubts and weaknesses. It is a sentiment that can only come forth when he is no longer so steeped in his own despair, after he has experienced some measure of growth and built connections with the people in the agency. 

Hence, the ADA will go some way—a long way—to helping Dazai on his journey of finding meaning, in a place where the fight for life is much stronger than what Dazai experienced in the mafia. They might not understand him as well as Oda did…but that is only for now. Kunikida and Atsushi, especially, in their own ways, are trying to understand him, and we see moments when Dazai opens up to them, to the people he works most closely with. 

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I think the prompt is enough indication of what this fic will be like. Please proceed at your own caution. Please. Nothing graphic but some possibly unsettling issues with the body and mind. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable. 

Once again, there might be spoilers. 

when your bodybreakseven thehummingbirds will feel the earthquake

“Molasses”, TheHush Sound

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It was only when he wasbefore the door that Ango hesitated. He placed a hand on the doorknob, then remained unmoving.

The corridor was emptyexcept for him. Still and silent, hecould hear the background hum of machinery.

Taking a deep breath,Ango knocked, then opened the door. It swung back on well-oiledhinges.

Dazai was alreadyseated in the wheelchair and gazing out the window at the winter sky.From where he was, Ango could make nothing of his expression. Heclosed the door behind him.

“Not even waiting fora response before coming in, Ango?” Dazai asked.

Oh my goodness this brings back memories of teaching! 

Atsushi: Literature teacher, first year. Passionate about his subject and can get into tangents at times when he gets excited about a beautiful metaphor, spiraling into other uses of similar metaphors in different works, and then the beauty of said works, and by the way did you know this trivia…Kunikida believes it’s a bad habit he picked up from Dazai. Quickly gaining in popularity among the students. 

Dazai: Language teacher, four years of experience. Has an excellent eye for students of unusual writing capability. Gets bored when he’s teaching students to write argumentative or analytical essays and so gives them strange topics to write on, such as ‘Trench coats are more fashionable than hats. Discuss.’ Very popular despite his weird methods, and the current betting pool is on which teacher he’s dating. 

Kunikida: Math teacher, eight years of experience. Strict and stern, students do not dare to play pranks or do anything funny in his lessons. His methods are drier, but he’s highly respected for his consistency, fairness, and the awkward care he extends to the students beneath his sternness. Commenting about Dazai-sensei to him is the fastest way to see his blood pressure rise. 

Tanizaki: Art teacher, three years of experience. Gets nervous around new classes and takes a while to get used to them. Hardly raises his voice, but the one and only time he got angry at a class…nobody talks about it. Quietly passionate in his subject, he encourages his students to explore a variety of techniques and subjects, and he’s well-known in the art field for his unique use of shadows. 

Naomi: Dance teacher, one to two years of experience. Confident and no-nonsense beneath that lovely smile. Many students have a gigantic crush on her. Especially good at contemporary dance and is working hard at bringing the school’s dance team to the Nationals. 

Ranpo: Social Studies teacher, eight years of experience. Does not seem very motivated and can get bored easily if students are not trying. However, his analyses on society and human behaviour are so sharp students scramble to take as much notes as they can. There is a strange tension between his carefree behaviour and the sudden sharpness in his eyes, keeping students on their toes. Consultant for the Mystery Club. 

Yosano: Health teacher, seven years of experience. Intimidating, very thorough in her teaching, highly respected—and sometimes feared—among the students. All the girls have no trouble going to her office when they have problems. Rumour has it that she single-handedly reformed the outdated and old-fashioned sex education programme in the education ministry. 

Kenji: Physical Education teacher, two years of experience. Extremely energetic and cheerful and well-liked. Ever since he was employed by the school, the strength of the sports teams shot up dramatically. Together with Yosano, they handle the majority of the bullying cases in school, with a 99% success rate. Consultant for the Environment Club and very fond of tomatoes. 

Kyouka: Home Economics teacher, first year. Quiet and precise in her teaching, and particularly good at teaching students how to handle a knife. The few students who thought she was an easy target to bully changed their mind the first time they saw her demonstrate how to fillet a fish. Her current worry is that she does not have a big enough repertoire of dishes, though the students assure her what she teaches is enough. 

Title: what amulets look like  Summary: A conversation on a silent night, former killer to former killer.  Prompt Used: Sleepless Nights

Characters: Izumi Kyouka, Dazai Osamu Word Count: 1,078 Rating: PG

Warnings: Reference to past underage drinking Notes: Happy ADA Week 2018! For a while I’ve wanted to write the two former mafia members talking, and I’m happy this gave me a chance to do so. 

They returned from their mission past one in the morning. Kunikida had been hesitant to give her this case, but after her reminder that everybody took turns to take on late night missions—even Kenji, so Kunikida couldn’t use age as an excuse—he had relented and sent Dazai with her. In the cloudy night Dazai hummed a tuneless ditty, streetlamps casting their shadows long as they walked through the streets. Her tread was silent, his equally so, neither of them speaking a word as they walked the familiar path.

At the office doorway, Dazai was the first to break the silence as he flicked the lights on. “I’ll do the report. You should go back when you’re ready, Kyouka-chan.”

Under the sterile glare of the electric lights, the office, filled with clerks and agents and chatter and noise in the day, had an eerie quality. Out of habit Kyouka’s eyes flicked to the corners, one hand resting on the sheathed blade; she relaxed when the only presences she could sense were theirs. For a moment, Dazai smiled, and she thought she saw what looked like a flicker of understanding in his eyes.

This is the visitor benefit for the third movie screening; a set of invitation letters from C.C., Zerozaku, and Orange. Each letter contains a bit of post-Zero Requiem talks and prompts for Re;surrection. Translation credit to bracio77

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