»ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?« »ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ! ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴜs!« »ᴀs sᴏᴏɴ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇғᴛ ɪ ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ᴀ ʜᴜɢᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇ.« »ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ.« ⚠️ᴛᴡ: sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, sᴇʟғ ʜᴀʀᴍ, ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ, ɢᴜɴs, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ⚠️ //SPOILERS FOR THE ORIGINAL BSD STORY//

赤 - Red. "Does it hurt?" Dazai laughed, "not anymore". Trigger warnings on the first page ！！

Dazai angst I felt like writing ACTUAL WRITING WILL BE POSTED BY APRIL 30TH !PLEASE MIND THE TW'S THIS IS INCREDIBLY HEAVY! Child endangerment Child abuse Hypothermia Starvation/Descriptions of intense hunger Suicidal thoughts/Ideation Implications of non consensual medical drug usage Self harm Blood Gun/Blades Thoughts/Urges to hurt others (?) Dehumanization Depression Self neglect Suicide/Attempt (VERY descriptive) Panic attack descriptions Slight religious imagery (?) Descriptions of gore/injury Brief mention of torture Law breaking/reckless driving (?) Emotional suppression (?) Drastic mood swings/changes Mentioned character death Playlist on first part and taking suggestions

People disappear all the time. But what to do when no one cares? Every day, someone goes missing - victims of murder, deaths where the body is never found, lost in forests, or eaten by animals. They leave holes behind, whether in the form of grief or responsibilities. Usually, families cry, friends worry, bosses call. But what if none of that happens? This story takes place after the canon events of season 5 of BSD, since season 6 is taking forever. TW: sh, violence, panic/anxiety attacks, su1c1de, curse words, m*ri, and I will add more warnings if needed. All the characters belong to Kafka Asagiri and Sango Harukawa, and may be a bit out of character. Credits on the cover to someone on pinterest, idk who. Also, I haven't written in a while, so sry if the story is kinda strange. But I hope you'll enjoy it! Bye!!

I let out a sigh as I lean against Odasaku-Chan's gravestone, closing my eyes thinking about all the fun times we had at the bar. I grab into my pocket looking for something, once I find what I was looking for, I unfold the peice of paper in my hand. I take a closer look at it as tears threaten to fall. "I'll see you on the other side...Hopefully." I quietly whisper as if someone is listening in. I take one last glance at the phone before slowly standing up, brushing the dirt off my pants. I slowly start to walk to the nearest bridge. ------ konnichiwa (Hello) Reader-San! You can call me Akusero or Aku for short, whatever one you like. This is gonna be my first book on this account, I apologize if it doesn't meet your standards. ♥Warnings♥ -$3lfh@rm -Attempted $v!c!d3 -Dazai angst -Slight Soukoku and Shin Soukoku(?) -Drinking -M0ri -Flashbacks -Ooc (Out of character) -ED (Eating Disorder) -And more Cover made by: CREANTZY

" Hey kunikida? ......Kunikida? I need to go to the bathroom..........Kunikida..... " Dazai mumbled..... Soon enough Everything went black

[Está "fanfic" acabou virando um diário de poesias e contos.] "Me perdoaria se eu dissesse Que nunca foi minha intenção Te abandonar?" Nesta carta está escrito tudo o que Osamu Dazai sempre quis dizer para Nakahara Chuuya. Mas nunca teve coragem de dizer...

"Há quantos dias você não dorme, chuuya?" "Isso não é da sua conta, dazai!!" (Isso é uma tradução) Autor/a_likeshining no A03 É as artes que aparecem não são minhas tb(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

Chuuya usa a corrupção mais do que deveria. Depois de quase morrer por causa disso, Dazai começa agir de forma diferente Chuuya não entende, desde quando o maníaco suicida se importa com ele?

Os lábios de Athy ainda estavam quentes, uma consequência daquele inocente beijo na bochecha de Lukas. - Por que continuo pensando nisso? - A pobre jovem não entendia e nem queria refletir sobre isso, mas, por alguma razão, seu coração estava acelerado. Longe dali, era possível encontrar um certo mago cantarolando, de bom humor e rumo à torre. ⊱✿⊰ Uma bela fanfiction do maravilhoso manhwa de Who Made Me a Princess, ou simplesmente Suddenly I Became a Princess.