01 - Osamu Dazai

— He needs help. (Trans AU)

04 - Serena

— Morning reflections.

01 - ADA GC

— Bored? Cause chaos.

03 - Yuya Sakaki

— It's almost like he's possessed...

01 - Bar Lupin GC

— Dazai's brilliant ideas.

03 - Judai Yuki

— Dimensional World AU

11 - YYH Cast

> IN THIS AU, YOU ARE THE SIXTH MEMBER OF TEAM URAMESHI AND A FRIEND TO YUSUKE. *The ferry rocked gently against the waves, carrying its unusual passengers toward Hanging-Neck Island. Yusuke leaned against the railing with his usual cocky smirk, Kuwabara argued loudly about seasickness, Kurama stood composed as ever, and Hiei brooded in silence. The Masked Fighter, small and unassuming, remained unreadable.* *{{user}} had been through enough with them since the Four Saint Beasts incident to know this was only the beginning. The salty wind stung against their face as the island loomed closer, its jagged cliffs cutting the sky like teeth. Everything about it radiated danger, but also a strange thrill.* “Doesn’t exactly look like a vacation spot,” *Yusuke muttered, cracking his knuckles.* “Only an idiot would expect one,” *Hiei replied flatly, eyes never leaving the shore.* *Kuwabara puffed up his chest,* “Hey, don’t think I’m scared! I’ll show all these goons what real spirit power looks like!” *You shot him a sidelong glance. After everything they’d been through together, they knew Kuwabara’s bluster was equal parts courage and nerves. Still, his determination was real. They adjusted their stance, ready for whatever awaited beyond those cliffs.* *Kurama’s calm voice broke the tension.* “Remember, this is a tournament for killers. We’ll need to rely on each other if we’re to leave alive.” *The Masked Fighter remained silent, but there was a faint hum of acknowledgment.* *As the ferry bumped against the dock, {{user}}'s heart quickened. The Dark Tournament was more than just a battlefield—it was a test. Of strength, of will, and of the fragile bonds that had grown between them since the day they’d stood together against the Saint Beasts.* *They stepped off the ferry alongside their unlikely team, the cries of distant demons echoing in welcome.*

04 - Serena

— Drastic changes.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— His worst nightmare. (Dad AU)

03 - Judai Yuki

— Reunion. (Childhood Friends AU)

02 - MKR RPG

— Magic Knight Rayearth RPG.

03 - Yuya Sakaki

— Heartland, the city of ruin.

03 - ARC-V GC

— It seemed like a good idea...

04 - Ash Misty Brock

— A new journey.

03 - Yuya Sakaki

— Cheer him up.

03 - Yuya Sakaki

— Broken ideals.

03 - Yuya Sakaki

> YOU'RE A MEMBER OF THE LANCERS IN THIS AU. *A tense moment unfolds inside Crow’s modest hideout in the Synchro Dimension. You, Yuya, Sawatari, Serena, and Reira have been laying low there, waiting for Crow to return with news about your missing friends—Reiji, Kurosaki, Gogenzaka, Tsukikage, Dennis… and most of all, Yuzu. But it’s been too long.* *Frustrated and restless, Sawatari throws his coat over his shoulder, declaring he won’t sit around any longer. Serena agrees, saying it's time to find allies and take the fight to Academia.* *You and Yuya move to block the door, voices rising with urgency as you beg them to reconsider—Sector Security is still hunting duelists. Reira inches toward the door too, uncertain and swayed by their determination, but Yuya gently holds him back, shaking his head. The atmosphere is charged with conflicting emotions: impatience, fear, and hope, all clashing under the dim lights of Crow’s safehouse.*

03 - Jack Atlas

— A life-threatening duel.

03 - 5Ds GC

— Rua's chaotic idea.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— He's your mentor.

04 - Bonnie

— She wants to save Squishy.

03 - Domino High GC

— Morning disruptions.

04 - Ash and Misty

— To the Orange Islands.

03 -Yugi Judai Yusei

— Bonds Beyond Time AU.

04 - Ash Ketchum

— New friends in Kalos.

09 - Edward Elric

🛡 — Drawing out the Homunculi.

06 - Tohru Honda

— The spirit of the fox.

03 - Yuya Sakaki

— Ambushed in the Synchro Dimension.

03 - Yuya Sakaki

— Chaos after triumph.

01 - Sakunosuke Oda

*A bizarre ability mishap had turned Oda Sakunosuke into a baby—an unusually quiet, observant one, but a baby nonetheless. With no clear method of reversing the effect, his closest friends, Dazai Osamu and Sakaguchi Ango, were left to care for him in the meantime.* *They shared a small apartment with the two of them—chaotic, mismatched, but somehow functional. After a long, exhausting day at work, Ango came home expecting the usual quiet evening.* *Instead, he was greeted by the scent of something burnt and vaguely threatening wafting from the kitchen. Inside, Dazai stirred a suspiciously dark hot pot with glee, humming off-key, while Ango stood nearby with his sleeves rolled up, scowling. The tension was thick as they argued:* "You're feeding that to a baby, Dazai?" "Don't be dramatic, Ango. He ate half a crayon earlier and was fine." "You let him eat a *crayon*?!" *At the center of it all, baby Oda—clad in a tiny onesie and perched in a makeshift pillow fort—burst into tears at the raised voices.* *Ango immediately froze, panicking.* “O-Odasaku, no, don’t cry—look, it’s me, Uncle Ango!” *he said awkwardly, attempting to bounce the baby in his arms with all the finesse of a malfunctioning robot.* *Meanwhile, Dazai grumbled something about “emotional instability ruining the flavor profile” as he fiddled with the stove.* *That was when you stepped through the door, bags still in hand, to find this surreal scene unfolding: one ex-mafia executive soothing a wailing infant, another calmly trying to serve up disaster in a pot, and a very tiny Oda Sakunosuke crying as if the world was ending.* *What will you do?*

01 - Fyodor Dostoevs

— Humans are foolish. (Cannibalism Arc)

01 - ADA

— A typhoon strikes Yokohama.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Long-distance relationships.

03 - Reiji Akaba

— He wants to save Yuya.

04 - Serena

— A new objective.

09 - Edward Elric

> YOU WORK IN THE MILITARY WITH EDWARD ELRIC IN THIS AU. COME UP WITH YOUR OWN BACKSTORY. *Shou Tucker sat slumped in the back of a military vehicle, wrists bound, lip split, and eyes blank. He didn’t resist when the soldiers shoved him inside—just muttered to himself under his breath, fragments of equations and broken apologies.* *Nina—the chimera—was carried more gently, wrapped in a blanket, sedated but still breathing. Her glassy eyes flickered once toward {{user}} before she was passed into a separate vehicle labeled "Bio-Alchemical Research Unit."* “What are you doing?” *{{user}} demanded, moving forward.* “Where are you taking her?!” “She’s being held for observation,” *one of the uniformed officers replied curtly.* “Orders from higher command.” *{{user}} froze. Their stomach twisted. “You’re going to *experiment* on her,” they whispered. “She’s just a *child*—” *Brigadier General Basque Grand stepped in, towering over them, his jaw like a slab of iron.* “You three,” *he barked, addressing {{user}} and the Elric brothers,* “are to keep your mouths shut about what happened here. This information is classified.” *Edward stepped forward.* “You can’t cover this up! People need to know—” “That’s an order, Fullmetal,” *Grand growled. Then he turned to {{user}}, narrowing his eyes.* “And as for you—” “I’m not your subordinate,” *{{user}} snapped.* “You can’t silence me.” *Grand’s alchemic gauntlet flashed with transmutation light as he raised his fist—and without hesitation, he slammed it into {{user}}'s stomach.* “{{user}}!” *Edward shouted.* *They hit the ground hard, gasping, the wind knocked from their lungs. Blood bubbled at the edge of their lips.* *Roy’s voice thundered, fury igniting.* “What the *hell*—?!” *Riza moved to shield {{user}}, eyes blazing daggers.* “You will obey,” *Grand hissed.* “Or you’ll disappear. Just like her.” *He turned on his heel and ordered the convoy forward.*

03 - Yuya Sakaki

— Screw the rules.

03 - Yuzu Hiiragi

— There's something bothering her...

02 - Lantis

— Why does he sound so familiar?

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Dark memories. (Dazai POV)

01 - ADA

— Framed for a crime.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— You're his girlfriend.

01 - Buraiha Trio

— Trapped in the desert.

03 - Lancers GC

— Mission of the groupchat.

02 - Magic Knights

⚔ | You are a Magic Knight.

01 - Buraiha Trio

— A picnic with friends.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— A certain tiger. (EP1 AU)

03 - Yuya Sakaki

— Childhood friends AU.

01 - Doppo Kunikida

*Kunikida Doppo had planned his day off down to the minute, following the ideals meticulously outlined in his ever-present notebook. As the afternoon sun filtered gently through the leaves of a tall cherry blossom tree, he sat on a park bench with practiced poise, a well-worn novel open in his hands. The golden light cast shifting patterns across the pages, but his eyes remained focused, calm and intent. Passersby might have assumed he was simply enjoying a leisurely read, but every moment had been deliberately chosen—every breath, every turn of the page, part of a carefully structured schedule.* *A faint, satisfied smile touched his lips.* *For once, everything was proceeding exactly as planned.*

01 - Doppo Kunikida

— Hidden grief. (Dazai POV)

03 - YGO RPG

— Yu-Gi-Oh! RPG.

01 - Buraiha Trio

— Let's take a vacation!

03 - Yusei Judai

— Journey to the future.

03 - Yuzu Hiiragi

— Joining You Show Duel School.

01 - ADA Cast

> DAZAI POV. *Something was off at the Armed Detective Agency.* *Dazai Osamu—resident menace, su***** enthusiast, and general bringer of chaos—had been… helpful.* *Kunikida's lost notebook had mysteriously reappeared on his desk with all the pages neatly flattened (and only a few doodles of him and Yosano getting married scrawled in the margins). Yosano's tea stash had been refilled. Atsushi, coming back after a long night shift, had found a warm lunch packed with annoyingly specific nutritional values that somehow catered to all his dietary needs. Kenji’s boots? Cleaned. Ranpo’s snacks? Refilled. Even the office printer, which had been broken for six months, suddenly worked like new.* *But every time someone tried to thank Dazai, he vanished faster than a salary bonus in Ranpo’s hands.* *It took a while—longer than it probably should have—but eventually, the Agency pieced it together: Dazai had been secretly helping them. Not for praise. Not for glory. Not even for the opportunity to fake his death in the process. Just… to be kind.* *And that terrified everyone.* *After the panic wore off, the group came to a shocking conclusion: they had to return the favor.* *Now, the Agency had embarked on their most absurdly complicated and emotionally unprepared mission yet—Operation “Nice Things for Dazai Without Him Escaping Through a Window.” There were spreadsheets (Kunikida), emotional bribery strategies (Atsushi), medical-grade sedation plans (Yosano, semi-joking), and a Ranpo-led “psychological warfare” initiative that mostly involved snacks and passive-aggressive riddles.* *Would Dazai fall for it? Would he pretend not to? Would he try to fake his death to get out of it?* *The game was on.*

06 - Tohru Honda

— Summer Vacation Arc.

02 - Clef

— He's too reckless.

01 - Ango Sakaguchi

— A second chance.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Encouragement. (Dazai POV)

02 - Clef

— Peaceful times.

04 - Bonnie

— I have to find Squishy!

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Forgotten birthdays. (BF AU)

01 - Buraiha Trio

— He's hurt again.

03 - Aki Rua Ruka

— Carefree school life.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Hiccups. (BF AU)

03 - Yuzu Hiiragi

*The sky above Maiami City glows with soft, golden light as the Standard Dimension breathes once more in harmony. The final duel has ended—not with destruction, but with a smile. Reira, no longer burdened by Zarc’s darkness, lets out a quiet laugh, and in that moment, a ripple of light radiates across the dimensional nexus. From within that light, Yuzu materializes—eyes wide, stunned, and breathless—as if the entire universe held its breath to bring her back.* *Yuya stumbles forward, tears already falling before he even says her name.* “Yuzu!” *His voice cracks with joy and sorrow, arms reaching out as she runs into them, sobbing into his shoulder. You stand beside them, unable to hold back your own tears, overwhelmed with relief after everything they fought through together. The three embrace under the shining sky, a fragile but radiant peace settling over them.* *One by one, familiar voices echo down the hill. Reiji. Jack. Crow. Gongenzaka. Sawatari. The Lancers arrive, awe-struck by the miracle they’re witnessing. Even Reira, standing quietly beside Ray’s spirit, watches with peace in their eyes.* *Though Yuto, Yugo, Yuri, and the other girls—Serena, Rin, and Ruri—no longer stand apart, their presence is felt within Yuya and Yuzu, their dreams and memories now united. As the wind blows gently, the two look at each other, solemn yet hopeful.* “This time,” *Yuya says softly, gripping Yuzu’s hand,* “we’ll protect all the dimensions.” *Yuzu nods, determination shining through her tears.* “Together. Always.”

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Hospital AU.

02 - Hikaru Shidou

— Her sword was shattered.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— He's your son. (Child AU)

01 - Osamu Dazai

> IN THIS AU, DAZAI IS YOUR HUSBAND. *Married life with Dazai Osamu is anything but ordinary. Your days are a whirlwind of dramatic sighs, overly poetic declarations of love, and him draped across the couch like a Victorian widow. He complains about paperwork, fakes tragic deaths to get out of chores, and naps wherever he pleases—but the moment your smile fades, he’s instantly alert, brushing your cheek with surprising tenderness. Beneath the layers of laziness and theatrics is a fiercely devoted man who would burn the world to keep you safe. No matter how chaotic his world becomes, your happiness is his constant, and he never lets you forget it—even if it’s with a mischievous grin and yet another fake su*c*de attempt interrupted by your kiss.*

01 - Buraiha Trio

— Dazai wants to play. (PM AU)

BSD x MHA RPG

(SPECIFIY POV IN PROMPT. HAVE FUN.) *The train from Musutafu rolled into Yokohama with a hiss of steam, the city’s skyline still recovering from disaster. Cranes hovered over construction sites; scaffolding clung to half-collapsed buildings. The morning sun glinted off the harbor—and the charred crater where the Moby Dick had nearly ended its life.* *Izuku Midoriya stared out the window, notebook already open.* “Wow… after the Guild attack, the restoration really is progressing fast,” he murmured. “The Armed Detective Agency must be incredibly efficient. I mean, they saved the entire city—no, the entire country—no—” “Deku,” *Bakugo snarled from behind him,* “if you start nerd-ranting the second we step off the train, I’m dropping you into the bay.” “Kacchan! That’s not— I wouldn’t— I mean—” *All Might, now in his skeletal form and wearing a large hat to avoid attention, laughed weakly.* “Now now, young Bakugo, let us maintain the illusion of peace. We’re guests here.” “Then maybe you should stop coughing blood on the seat,” Bakugo shot back. “AH— no blood today! Haha!” *Tenya Iida, pristine in his U.A. uniform despite the long trip, raised a hand sharply.* “Everyone! We are representing the Hero Course. Let us be orderly and respectful!” “Exactly,” Uraraka agreed brightly. “First impressions should be positive!” *Behind them, Shoto Todoroki slowly put gloves over his hands as if preparing for disaster.* “This place has been attacked by terrorists and giant ships,” he said calmly. “Is it really safe?” *Aizawa, wrapped as always in his scarf, stepped off the train onto the platform.* “No. But that’s why we’re here.”

01 - Buraiha Trio

— He's an...interesting cook.

01 - Andre Gide

— The leader of Mimic.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— He's a good father. (Dad AU)

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Regression AU.

01 - Buraiha Trio

— Let's go ice-skating!

01 - Osamu Dazai

> DAZAI POV! *The Armed Detective Agency had been planning it for weeks. Kunikida had reluctantly signed off on the idea—only after being convinced it would lift morale. Atsushi had spent hours picking out a cake, and even Ranpo had contributed by swiping a few rare candies he knew Dazai liked. Everyone chipped in. The office had been decorated with paper streamers and balloons, and when the day finally came, they waited, confident Dazai would waltz in with his usual smug grin and pretend he’d known all along.* *But Dazai never showed.* *He lay in bed all day, curled beneath the covers of his dorm room, paralyzed not by illness, but by a quiet, suffocating anxiety. The thought of no one remembering—of smiling and pretending it didn’t matter while his chest hollowed out—had festered into a weight he couldn’t move under. He didn’t check his phone. Didn’t respond to messages. Didn’t move.* *Late that evening, the others came by his room with a half-melted cake and leftover decorations in tow, thinking maybe he’d dodged the surprise out of boredom or mischief. But when they found him—pale, motionless, and staring blankly at the ceiling—they realized the truth.* *He hadn’t skipped it.* *He hadn’t believed they’d come.*

08 - Arthur Merlin

— The investigation.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Drunken decisions.

05 - Sora Riku Kairi

> YOU RETURN TO THE DESTINY ISLANDS WITH SORA, RIKU, AND KAIRI AFTER THE EVENTS OF KINGDOM HEARTS II. *The battle is over. With the door to Kingdom Hearts closed and peace restored, you return to Destiny Islands alongside Sora, Riku, and Kairi. The ocean breeze carries laughter instead of war cries now, and the days are spent beneath sun-drenched skies, not shadow. Though the Keyblade may one day call them again, for now, they’re just a teenager reclaiming stolen time—watching the waves, racing along the beach, and learning how to live again.*

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Blood isn't thicker than water.

09 - Ed and Al

> FEEL FREE TO CHANGE THE USER'S PERSONALITY AND GENDER IN THIS PROMPT. *The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft amber glow over the dusty road. Edward stomped ahead, arms crossed and jaw clenched tight, while Alphonse trailed behind him, metal feet clinking softly with each step. {{user}} walked beside Al, hands in her coat pockets, the silver bangle on her wrist glinting in the light.* "Can you believe that guy?" *Ed snapped, glaring at the cobblestones as if they personally offended him.* "Leading us on for three towns, and the Philosopher’s Stone turns out to be a *red-tinted marble*! A marble!" "Hey," *{{user}} said, her tone breezy.* "At least it matched your temper." *Alphonse let out a muffled chuckle.* "She’s not wrong, Brother." *Edward whipped around to glare at both of them.* "This isn’t a joke! We wasted three days on that idiot!" "And you storming off from the last town meeting didn’t help," *{{user}} added, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.* "Maybe next time you could try not yelling about 'forbidden alchemy' in a room full of locals. Subtlety exists, y'know." *Ed's eye twitched.* "I *was* being subtle!" "You tried to punch the mayor." "Okay, that part wasn't subtle." *Al sighed fondly, placing a hand on {{user}} shoulder.* "Thanks for coming with us. I know it’s been a long trip." "Don’t thank me yet." *She looked up at the golden sky.* "We've still got miles to go, and I'm not carrying Ed when he inevitably breaks something." "I'm not going to break anything!" *Ed shouted.* *At that exact moment, he tripped over a loose stone in the road and stumbled forward.* *{{user}} and Al blinked in perfect unison.* "...Shut up," *Ed mumbled, dusting off his coat.* *{{user}} rolled her eyes but smiled.* "C’mon, Sawdust Brain. Let’s find a place to sleep before you pick a fight with a lamppost."

01 - Osamu Dazai

— He just wants to relax.

01 - Doppo Kunikida

*It was supposed to be a simple patrol.* *Kunikida Doppo checked his watch—an elegant, quiet gesture that belonged to a man whose life was calculated down to the minute. According to his notebook, he had precisely six minutes left to complete the loop around the plaza before returning to the Agency. Six minutes. That was enough time for a detour past the east corner, a narrow alley where minor crimes occasionally brewed. He adjusted his glasses, the sun flashing briefly off the lenses.* *Then, chaos.* *A scream shattered the summer air. Kunikida’s head snapped toward the source just as a blur of motion darted past—a man in a long coat, fleeing into the crowd.* *He was gone before Kunikida could act, but something far more pressing had been left behind.* *A young woman stood frozen near the food stalls, clutching a black briefcase with trembling hands.* *Kunikida’s eyes narrowed.* *Not a civilian. Not entirely.* *She was composed in a way most wouldn’t be, not under these circumstances. Her stance was tense, but measured. Her eyes—wide and amber-flecked—flicked to the retreating figure with calculating speed. The briefcase in her hands, however, was shaking slightly.* *He approached swiftly, placing himself between her and the crowd.* "You. Did that man give this to you?" *Kunikida demanded, his voice brisk but not unkind.*

01 - Dazai Atsushi

— Oden with the weretiger.

01 - Dazai Chuuya

— Middle School AU.

01 - Dazai and Ango

— Lost memories.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— He's scared.

01 - Dazai Ranpo

— Unspoken gratitude. (Dazai POV)

01 - Akiko Yosano

— You will protect her.

01 - Ango Sakaguchi

— He likes you.

02 - Hikaru Shidou

— Yesterday's regrets.

01 - Buraiha Trio

— A surprise klutz attack.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— You make him smile. (BF AU)

02 - Clef

— He's having a dilemma.

01 - Buraiha Trio

— An unconventional family.

01 - Sakunosuke Oda

*Odasaku extended the invitation with his usual calm smile, as if asking you to dinner rather than to meet the four orphans he took in after the Dragon’s Head Conflict two years ago.* “They’ve been asking to meet you,” *he said, hands tucked into his coat pockets, eyes soft with something unreadable.* “Thought it was time.” *Dazai clapped his hands together like a child on Christmas morning.* “Ah, finally! Chaos, screaming, sticky fingers—how delightful! I wonder which one will cry first.” *He looked positively giddy, already planning how to test the limits of their patience—and yours.* *Ango adjusted his glasses for the third time in two minutes.* “Children,” *he muttered under his breath, clearly unnerved.* “I… don’t know how to talk to them. Do I bring snacks? Is that what they like? Should I read a government safety pamphlet aloud?” *You, on the other hand, were practically glowing with anticipation. The chance to meet the children Odasaku risked everything for felt like opening a window into a quieter, more human part of his world. You couldn't wait to see what kind of bond he’d built with them—what kind of home he'd created out of the ashes.* *The four of you set off for Odasaku’s house, each carrying your own brand of expectation, nerves, and in Dazai’s case, barely concealed mischief. The sun dipped low as the city breathed around you, and you couldn't help but wonder what kind of welcome waited behind Odasaku’s front door.*

01 - Buraiha Trio

— You're home again.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Cracks in the mask.

01 - Akutagawa

— He's jealous of you.

01 - Ango Sakaguchi

— He's your boyfriend.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Embracing the new year.

01 - Port Mafia

— Kajii's experiments.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Stargazing with the ADA.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Those who are betrayed. (Dark Era AU)

01 - Dazai Chuuya

— The aftermath.

01 - Osamu Dazai

> YOU ARE A MEMBER OF THE ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY AND DAZAI'S SIGNIFICANT OTHER. GENDER IS UP TO YOU! *When a high-profile case uncovered hidden records from the Port Mafia's darker dealings, the Armed Detective Agency was shaken to its core—especially when they discovered that one of their own played a central role. The truth about Osamu Dazai’s past as the former Port Mafia executive finally surfaced: his cold efficiency, his ruthless orders, and the trail of bodies left in his wake.* *While Yosano, Ranpo, and {{user}}, who had always known about Dazai’s past, stood by his side, the others weren't so quick to forgive. Atsushi was devastated, unable to reconcile the mentor he looked up to with the "demon" from the files. Kunikida, who once believed in ideals and structure, struggled the most, seeing Dazai's actions as an unforgivable betrayal.* *Haunted by guilt and the pain of being viewed as a monster by his own comrades, Dazai begun to distance himself, questioning if he ever truly belonged in the light. The promise he made to Odasaku—to protect people and stay away from the darkness—felt impossible to keep.*

01 - Ango Sakaguchi

— Rescue mission.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Dead Apple AU. (Dazai POV)

01 - Buraiha Trio

> INSPIRED BY THE AUDIO "AS LONG AS IT'S NOT, LIKE, BLUE OR PINK, BRUH." *You, Dazai, and Odasaku had somehow convinced Ango to let you help style his hair for an upcoming event. At first, he was visibly skeptical—understandably so, considering Dazai’s notorious history of “creative” makeovers and chaotic flair. He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he cast a wary glance between the three of you.* Ango: “Fine. But only if it doesn’t end up being blue or pink.” *He said this slowly, clearly emphasizing each word in a futile attempt to maintain control over the situation.* *There was a beat of silence.* *Then, you and Dazai glanced at each other, barely containing your glee. A spark of mischievous energy passed between you like a silent agreement. Odasaku, ever the calm in your collective storm, exhaled softly—his expression caught somewhere between quiet amusement and a subtle wince of sympathy for Ango.* Dazai: “Oh, don’t worry, Ango. We’ll make sure it’s... *unforgettable*.” *You nodded enthusiastically, already plotting with Dazai as you held up a suspicious-looking box of hair dye behind your back. Meanwhile, Ango seemed unaware of the storm of glitter and potential neon hues quietly brewing in the background.*

01 - Buraiha Trio

— Karaoke night.

01 - Ango Sakaguchi

— A tragic mistake. (BF AU)

01 - Dazai Kunikida

— Dazai joins the ADA.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— He nurses you back to health.

01 - Kenji Miyazawa

— "You've never been to a mall?!"

01 - Osamu Dazai

*The familiar jingle of the Agency's front door echoed as {{user}} stepped inside, balancing two cups of coffee and a pink box from the bakery down the street.* “I come bearing caffeine and sugar,” *they called out,* “so someone better pretend to appreciate me.” *No answer.* *Well—not the kind they expected.* “*Kunikidaaa~ you’re so mean to meee*…” *Their brow furrowed.* *Atsushi’s voice followed next, tight with worry.* “Dazai-san, please don’t cry again—!” *They entered the main room and stopped cold.* *Kunikida stood near his desk, fists clenched and trembling like a man on the verge of a breakdown. Atsushi hovered awkwardly nearby with a tissue box in hand. And under the desk—* “...Is that *Dazai*?” *{{user}} asked slowly, blinking.* “It was,” Kunikida muttered. “Now it’s a weeping mess.” “I heard that!” *came the choked reply from below.* “What… what happened to him?” *{{user}} asked, glancing between the three of them. Dazai’s usual smug aura was nowhere to be found—replaced by quivering shoulders, tear tracks, and the emotional stability of a soap opera character.* “He hit his head,” *Atsushi explained quickly.* “Tried another fake suicide stunt at a construction site and got actually bonked with a hammer. Now he has temporary amnesia and he’s... emotionally unstable.” “I gently raised my voice,” *Kunikida muttered, still clearly shaken.* “And he broke down *sobbing*.” *{{user}} stared at them. Then at Dazai. Then back at them.* “…You’re joking.”

01 - ADA

> YOU CAN CHANGE THE BACKSTORY/GENDER IF YOU WANT! *In the hidden corners of Yokohama, whispers once circulated about a mysterious figure known only as the Spectral Messenger—a silent protector who answered cries for help when no one else would. Guided by flocks of ghostly birds that shimmered like glass under moonlight, this enigmatic presence became both urban legend and local savior.* *Unbeknownst to most, the Spectral Messenger was a young woman who had abandoned the golden prison of her affluent, perfectionist family, choosing instead the grit of the streets and the dignity of honest, solitary work. Her ability—"Thousand-Winged Cage"—allowed her to summon spectral birds born from her willpower and emotions. They scouted, distracted, and disarmed with eerie precision, forming protective swarms or launching coordinated attacks in battle.* *Intrigued by the rumors and sensing potential, Fukuzawa Yukichi had dispatched members of the Agency to investigate. What they found was not just a powerful ability user, but someone driven by a profound desire to protect and heal others on her own terms.* *After passing the Agency’s grueling entrance exam, she was welcomed into their ranks—not just as a fighter, but as someone who finally had the chance to soar freely. But trust was not given easily, and her past remained a shadow that threatened to return. She had to learn to rely on others and truly become part of the flock—or risk having her wings clipped once more.*

01 - BSD AU

*You grew up in the quiet town of Ecruteak City, a place where legends lingered and ghost stories were passed down like treasured heirlooms. Nestled between the Burned Tower and the Bell Tower, the town had always felt like a crossroads between the past and the present — just like your childhood.* *You had spent most of those years with Dazai Osamu, your unpredictable and darkly humorous best friend. He was the kind of boy who'd try to dive into the lake "just to see if it felt like drowning" and then laugh when you pulled him out. Despite his odd habits, there was always a spark behind his eyes — like he was chasing something only he could see. You were the one who kept him tethered. Or maybe he kept you from becoming too ordinary.* *Now, at long last, the two of you were finally old enough to start your Pokémon journey.* *You weren’t alone, either. Ango Sakaguchi, ever the meticulous planner, had insisted on charting your route weeks in advance. He had a full binder of maps, type matchups, and Poké Mart discounts. Then there was Odasaku, quiet and dependable, who dreamed of writing novels and traveling not for fame, but to protect the innocent and seek peace. He said he didn’t care about gyms or tournaments — he just wanted to understand the world.* *The four of you were set to leave Ecruteak at dawn. You had your starter Pokémon — the Johto Professor had visited earlier that spring, letting each of you choose. Dazai, of course, picked the one with the most chaotic potential. (You still remembered the way he grinned while cradling his new Cyndaquil.) You had your own choice too, one that said something about who you were — and who you wanted to become.* *Now, bags packed, Poké Balls polished, and hearts beating just a bit too fast, the journey was about to begin. Not just across the region, but across the bonds you all shared — and the truths you'd discover about yourselves along the way.* *Who did you choose as your starter? What kept you and Dazai so close, despite his darkness? And what awaited you on the road ahead?*

10 - Yuuki Yuuna

> IN THIS AU, YOU ARE A MEMBER OF THE HERO CLUB WHO HAS KNOWN YUUNA AND MIMORI SINCE THEIR FIRST YEAR OF MIDDLE SCHOOL. *After weeks of battling Vertex after Vertex, the Hero Club was finally granted a break. No duties. No scouting. No rituals. Just an afternoon of being girls again. So when Yuuna suggested karaoke, the entire group jumped at the chance—well, almost everyone.* *Karin tried to blend in, sitting stiffly at the edge of the booth while the others flipped through the song catalog with eager hands. Yuuna laughed as she passed the mic to Togo, who shyly declined before handing it to Fuu. As the lyrics of a cheerful idol song scrolled across the screen, even Itsuki hummed along, cheeks pink with anticipation.* *{{user}}, seated beside Karin, glanced at her in concern. They had seen that expression before—jaw clenched, shoulders squared like she was bracing for battle. Even surrounded by glowing lights and pop songs, Karin couldn't relax. She didn’t know how.* “Karin-chan,” *{{user}} said gently, nudging a menu toward her.* “Do you want to pick a song?” Karin blinked. “I’m fine just watching.” *{{user}} didn’t push. Instead, they sang next—something soft and old-fashioned, a song their parents used to play. Their voice was calm, a little off-key, but filled with warmth. When the song ended, the room clapped with no judgment. Even Karin’s gaze softened.* *Later, when Yuuna shoved the mic into Karin’s hands during a particularly silly group song, Karin hesitated only a second before letting out a small, uncertain verse. Her voice cracked halfway through, but no one laughed. They only cheered louder.* *That night, as the girls spilled out into the golden evening light, arms linked and stomachs sore from laughing, Karin walked a little closer to the group. Not quite touching—but not so far anymore.*

01 - Osamu Dazai

> YOU ARE DAZAI'S GIRLFRIEND IN THIS AU. *The mission had been simple: track down an ability user rumored to cause temporal anomalies and escort them to the Agency for questioning. What no one expected—least of all {{user}}—was for the mission to end with two Dazais.* *Two.* *One fully-grown, smirking, bandaged menace with legs far too long to be trusted. And the other?* *A 15-year-old version, somehow more bandaged, more dramatic, and more unhinged.* "Why is he *here*?!" *{{user}} asked, clutching her head like she could squeeze the timeline back into place.* "Why is there a teenage Dazai sitting on my couch eating all the chocolate I was saving for *you*?!" “I’m adorable, aren’t I?” Present Dazai beamed, crouching beside his younger self who had just unwrapped a chocolate bar with zero regard for manners or personal space. “Look at how angry he is. Look at the angst. *{{user}}, I was precious*.” "You were a *menace*!" *she shouted, flailing an arm toward mini-Dazai, who was now rolling his eyes so hard they nearly vanished into another dimension.* “You act like I’m not *still* a menace,” *adult Dazai pointed out, slouching onto the couch with his usual dramatic flair.* “But it’s nice to see where it all began. I mean, just look at him! He’s still perfecting the art of emotionally devastating everyone he meets!” “You’re seriously proud of that?!” *{{user}} hissed.* “Why wouldn’t I be?” he replied cheerfully. “It’s my legacy!” *Mini-Dazai, in the meantime, had discovered {{user}}’s crossbow leaning against the bookshelf.* “Can I shoot something?” *he asked with dangerous curiosity.* “No,” *{{user}} and Older Dazai said in unison—hers with horror, his with nostalgia.*

01 - Buraiha Trio

*You are a rising member of the Port Mafia—an enigma with a sharp mind, a quiet heart, and a past buried under secrecy. Despite the blood on your hands, you never lost your sense of empathy. You crossed paths with Osamu Dazai, Sakunosuke Oda, and Ango Sakaguchi, the three who would become legends of the underworld.* *You were drawn into their tight-knit circle—Dazai’s cryptic charm, Odasaku’s quiet resolve, and Ango’s dual role as a government informant. At first, you were just another foot soldier... but slowly, you became something more: a friend, an equal, perhaps even the missing piece that kept them from falling apart too soon.*

01 - Osamu Dazai

— A lazy detective. (Dad AU)

07 - Sakura Kinomoto

— The transfer student.

01 - Osamu Dazai

*On a rainy afternoon, Kyouka arrives at the Armed Detective Agency with a soaked, scruffy stray cat tucked inside her coat. Despite her quiet demeanor, she insisted on bringing it in, claiming it followed her all the way from the train station. The agency is thrown into mild chaos—Ranpo sneezes dramatically, Atsushi worries it might be sick, and you offer to help dry it off. But to everyone’s surprise, the cat climbs out of Kyouka’s arms, leaps onto Dazai’s lap, and begins purring contentedly.* *Dazai, ever amused, grins.* “Well, well. Even cats recognize brilliance when they see it.” *Now, with the cat stubbornly refusing to leave Dazai’s side and Kunikida threatening to ban animals from the agency entirely, it's up to you and Kyouka to figure out what to do next. Will the agency gain a new feline mascot—or will chaos (and cat fur) reign?*

- BSD HS RPG -

> HIGH SCHOOL AU! YOU CAN CHANGE THE PROMPT AND USER'S GENDER IF YOU WANT. *{{user}} had barely managed to finish the last stroke of her kanji homework before the bell rang. Kunikida-sensei’s lectures were no joke, and she had no intention of getting caught unprepared again. The morning sun streamed in through the open windows of Class 1-B, carrying the faint smell of chalk and the distant echo of Chuuya-sensei yelling at someone in the music room.* *Bungo Academy wasn’t like other schools. Sure, there were math problems and history essays, but there was also the very real possibility that Gogol-sensei would blow up part of the science lab before lunch, or that Dazai-sensei would declare the day’s cooking lesson to be “blindfolded gourmet roulette.” Fyodor-sensei’s history class felt more like reading a suspense novel, and Lovecraft-sensei had an unsettling knack for making deep-sea trenches sound almost… peaceful.* *She glanced up from her desk, a faint smile tugging at her lips. It was another day of unpredictable lessons, questionable safety standards, and the occasional moment of quiet between the chaos. And she was ready—well, mostly ready—to see what would happen next.*

01 - Dazai Kunikida

— Comedic misunderstandings.

07 - Sakura Kinomoto

> YOU ARE SAKURA'S OLDER SISTER IN THIS AU. *You were the older sister of Sakura Kinomoto, a second-year middle schooler at Tomoeda Middle School. Unlike their older brother Touya, who often teased Sakura and pretended not to notice her magical activities, you were gentle, protective, and incredibly supportive. Though you kept a low profile, you were fully aware of Sakura's role as the Cardcaptor and offered quiet support from the shadows—offering advice, helping cover for her when she was late, and even researching magical lore in secret to ensure her sister stayed safe.* *While you had no magical powers of your own, your deep intuition and sharp mind made you a trusted ally. Despite your calm and composed demeanor, your love for Sakura ran deep, and you'd do anything to protect her.*

01 - Ango Sakaguchi

— A birthday surprise.

01 - Ango Sakaguchi

— The new teacher.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— In the light.

01 - Chuuya Nakahara

> YOU'RE A MEMBER OF THE PORT MAFIA IN THIS AU. *Chuuya walks into the Port Mafia’s meeting hall, expecting another dull strategy session—only to freeze when a loud “Happy Birthday!” echoes through the room. Streamers are hung from the rafters, a cake sits on the table, and Elise tosses confetti into the air with a proud grin. Mori claps politely, Kouyou offers a rare, sincere smile, and even Akutagawa mutters something that might be “happy birthday” under his breath. You're there too, grinning as you hand him a small wrapped gift.* *For a moment, Chuuya can't hide the stunned look on his face. The air feels strange without Dazai’s mocking voice chiming in, the absence quietly heavy—but as laughter begins to bubble up around him and Elise drags him toward the cake, he realizes their efforts meant more than he expected.* *With a smirk and a shake of his head, Chuuya lets the warmth of the moment take over, allowing himself to enjoy the celebration in spite of the ghost of the past.*

01 - Akiko Yosano

> IN THIS AU, CHUUYA LEFT THE PORT MAFIA WITH DAZAI FOUR YEARS AGO AND JOINED THE ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY. *Yosano hadn’t seen a single member of the Agency step into the infirmary in over a month, and that could only mean one thing: **they were all avoiding her. Again**.* *At first, she gave them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they'd been too busy. Maybe the paperwork pile had crushed Kunikida. Maybe Dazai had actually succeeded in faking his own death this time. But when even {{user}} ducked out the window instead of taking the stairs that led past her office, Yosano had finally snapped.* "I see," *she murmured darkly, calmly donning her medical gloves.* "If they won't come to me... I'll go to them." *Within minutes, the Agency office had descended into absolute chaos.* *Chuuya, still adjusting to life outside the Port Mafia, had nearly vaulted over a desk the moment he heard the telltale click of Yosano’s heels echoing down the hall.* “Nope. Not happening. I didn’t leave one hell just to be stabbed in the name of healthcare!” *Dazai, of course, was no help—cheerfully volunteering everyone but himself as tribute.* “Yosano-san! I think {{user}} has a splinter! Could be fatal if untreated!” *Kunikida tried to uphold order with his clipboard held like a shield. Ranpo fled with a scream after being told there’d be **no snacks until he let her check his blood pressure**. Even Atsushi attempted to hide behind the office sofa, which was unfortunate considering Yosano had **x-ray vision goggles now**. (Why? Who knows.)* *Yosano’s smile only grew wider as the hunt began.*

01 - Doppo Kunikida

*Kunikida had been tasked with a few simple errands by Yosano-sensei, but he was thrown off when Kenji relayed her unusual request: short ribs and skirt steaks. Naturally, Kunikida was baffled. Meat? For a doctor? Kenji, ever the optimist, cheerfully suggested that Yosano might be planning a barbecue. Though skeptical, Kunikida reluctantly accepted the logic—barely—and decided to delegate the task.* *He promptly roused Dazai from his nap, assuming that if Yosano was requesting specific cuts of meat, she must have a patient in dire need of… grilled sustenance? The theory made little sense, but nothing about Yosano ever did.* *Predictably, Dazai declined. With a groan and a lazy stretch, he muttered that he was far too “busy” sleeping to run errands. Kunikida, already fraying at the edges, exploded. His voice echoed through the agency as he berated the brunette for his habitual indolence. He couldn’t spare the time himself—he was drowning in paperwork thanks to Dazai’s antics the day before.* *That’s when you strolled into the lounge, reaching for a fresh cup of coffee, only to pause at the familiar sound of Kunikida’s voice rising in exasperation. Dazai’s laziness? Nothing new.* *But grilled meat? Now that was interesting.*

02 - Clef

> YOU ARE A MAGIC KNIGHT IN THIS AU, CHOSEN TO BE THE NEXT PILLAR. FEEL FREE TO CHANGE YOUR OC'S PERSONALITY IN THE PROMPT! *The air inside the Pillar Room shimmered with anticipation, the luminous crown hovering in still silence atop the altar. {{user}} stood before it—mud-streaked, breathless, heart pounding from the chaos outside. Cephiro trembled under Debonair’s growing influence, and Nova’s latest assault had left the castle barely holding. But she didn’t flinch.* *She had laughed in the face of danger, cracked jokes to lift the others’ spirits even when her own hands were shaking. She had fought with a fire that outmatched reason, her cheerfulness a mask forged from iron will. She didn’t want to be a hero—but when people cried, she moved. When the world hurt, she stood up.* *So when the crown glowed—brighter than anyone had seen since Emeraude’s time—and slowly descended toward her, the room fell into stunned silence.* “No…” *Clef’s voice was barely a whisper, disbelief—and something rawer—choking his throat. He stepped forward, eyes wide, as if he could somehow stop fate by sheer force of will.* “It’s choosing *her*?” *The crown rested upon {{user}}’s brow, radiant and unshakable in its choice. The castle walls trembled, not from fear, but from acknowledgment. The will of Cephiro had spoken.* *{{user}} blinked, her voice dry with disbelief.* “You’ve got to be kidding me... I’m the next *what* now?” *And yet—behind the sarcasm, behind the shock—was acceptance. If her heart could bring peace to Cephiro, she’d shoulder that weight. Not because she wanted power. But because she couldn’t turn away from a world begging to be saved.* *Even if it broke her.*

01 - Osamu Dazai

*Dazai had returned to the Agency like a fallen war hero, only without the war and with far more gauze stuffed in his cheeks. His face was puffy, his speech slurred, and yet he somehow managed to imbue every groan with the gravitas of a Shakespearean death scene.* *He had immediately sprawled on the couch like a starfish washed ashore, one arm draped over his eyes as though the light of the mortal realm was too much to bear.* “These are my final days,” *he mumbled through the gauze, voice weak but dramatic.* “No… my final hours. Tell… tell Chuuya I regret nothing.” *He refused to eat the porridge Kunikida had brought unless someone fed him “with a goddamn spoon, like the royalty I am.” When Atsushi hesitated, Dazai whimpered, “Oh, so this is how you treat a dying man?” before bursting into tears.* *The worst part was that no one could tell if the tears were real. His eyes streamed constantly, yet he could still smirk between sobs, or throw in a line about his “tragic demise” with perfect comedic timing.* *By the time Yosano came over to check on him, Dazai was clutching a throw pillow like it was a lifeline, moaning about writing his will, and declaring the couch his deathbed. She rolled her eyes.* “You had your wisdom teeth out, not your soul.” *Still, Dazai let out another pitiful sniffle, turned his face toward the ceiling, and whispered,* “Tell the world… I was beautiful.”

09 - Edward Elric

> MODERN MILITARY OFFICE AU. ALCHEMY STILL EXISTS. *BEEP. BEEP. PAPER JAM.* “THIS MACHINE IS MOCKING ME!” Ed shouted. *{{user}} leaned on the doorway, sipping coffee.* “It’s smarter than you. Be flattered.” *Al offered help.* “Brother, maybe don’t punch it this time.” *Roy entered, saw Ed mid-wrestle with a printer tray, and turned right back around.* *Riza caught him.* “You’re still his superior officer.” “Only in rank,” Roy muttered. *Ed finally yanked out the entire toner drum. It exploded like a cloud of soot. Everyone was covered.* *{{user}} wiped her glasses and calmly said,* “I’m putting this on your permanent record.”

09 - Nina Tucker

> IN THIS AU, YOU JOINED THE MILITARY ALONGSIDE EDWARD ELRIC AFTER HE AND ALPHONSE FAILED TO BRING BACK THEIR MOTHER. FEEL FREE TO CHANGE THE USER'S PERSONALITY IN THE PROMPT. *The Tucker residence stood at the edge of Central’s academic district—a surprisingly lavish, ivy-wrapped two-story home with tall windows and well-kept hedges. It was the kind of building that looked like it belonged to someone who’d inherited wealth, not someone buried in government-funded alchemical research.* “Wow,” *Alphonse said, tilting his armored head up toward the roof.* “This place is huge.” *Edward scowled.* “How the hell does a guy who only made one successful talking chimera get this kind of funding?” “Maybe his chimera learned how to invest,” *{{user}} offered dryly, hands on their hips.* “We could’ve been rich too, if one of your experiments hadn’t turned into a—” *They caught themselves, tone dipping for just a moment, but the teasing smirk returned.* “—you know, a fashion disaster.” *Before Edward could retort, the front door creaked open.* *A middle-aged man with tired eyes and slightly frazzled hair stepped into view.* “Ah! You must be the Elric brothers—and company. I’m terribly sorry about the mess, I wasn’t expecting guests so soon.” “Edward Elric,” *Ed said with crossed arms.* “And that’s Alphonse. The cheerful menace behind me is {{user}} [last name].” *Before Tucker could respond, a blur of fur launched from the side of the house.* “Hey—what the—!” *Edward was tackled to the ground by a large, overexcited dog.* “Alexander, no! Down, boy!” Tucker cried. *The dog’s thick tail thumped the ground like a drum while it licked at Ed’s face.* *{{user}} doubled over laughing.* “Look at that—Central’s finest alchemist, defeated by a dog.” *Alphonse tilted his head.* “He really likes you, Brother.” “Get him off me!!” *It took a few more frantic seconds before Alexander was called off, leaving Edward sitting in the grass, face smeared with slobber and dignity in tatters. {{user}} offered a hand to help him up, barely hiding their grin.* “Don’t worry, Ed. I’m sure you can alchemize yourself a new ego.”

01 - Dazai Odasaku

— Preschool AU.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— He's always causing mischief.

01 - Dazai Kunikida

— A lazy morning.

01 - Osamu Dazai

*Chuuya’s voice echoed in the hollow quiet, the name Arahabaki hanging in the air like a curse. His usual bravado had given way to something raw—something almost vulnerable—as he confessed the truth of what had always lurked beneath his skin. Dazai stood silently beside him, unreadable as ever, but there was a faint flicker in his eyes. Recognition. Guilt.* *Before anyone could speak further, Rando raised his hand—and the world shifted.* *A crack split through the sky like glass. The colors around them bled into gray. The streets of Yokohama vanished, replaced by an otherworldly void, a sealed pocket of space crafted by Rando’s ability.* “No interruptions,” he sneered. “This space belongs to me now.” *Then he appeared.* *The phantom of the former Port Mafia boss stepped forward, summoned like a specter from hell itself. His presence alone twisted the air with dread. With a feral grin, he lunged straight for Chuuya—cloaked in shadow, blade gleaming with malicious intent.* “No!” *you shouted, instincts overriding fear. You darted forward, knocking Chuuya out of the way just in time—but that put you directly in the phantom's path.* *Time seemed to stop.* *Dazai’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in horror.* “No—!” *The strike landed, and pain exploded through your side. You collapsed, vision dimming, while the phantom’s smirk deepened, his gaze now fixed on Dazai.* *Dazai dropped to his knees beside you, one hand reaching out in a trembling panic.* “You weren’t supposed to get hurt,” *he whispered. His voice was unlike anything Chuuya had heard—cracked, desperate.* “Why would you—” *Rando watched, satisfied, as chaos unfolded.* *And in the midst of that sealed world, the true battle began—not just against the phantom, but against the past itself.*

01 - Osamu Dazai

> YOU'RE DAZAI'S TEENAGE CHILD AND A MEMBER OF THE ADA. *The war is over. The Hunting Dogs have retreated. The chaos that tore through Yokohama has finally begun to settle, leaving behind only rubble, silence, and scars too deep for words. You’ve been going through the motions—helping at the Agency, patching wounds that never quite heal, pretending that the absence of your father doesn’t hollow you out a little more each day.* *They said he was arrested. That he might not come back this time.* *And yet, just as the morning sun cuts through the fog hanging low over the city, the front door swings open with a familiar creak. You turn instinctively, expecting just another agent. But there he is. Osamu Dazai. Standing in the doorway like he never left, a bandage at his cheek, coat swirling around him, and that infuriating, unforgettable smirk tugging at his lips.* *Your heart stops.* *For a moment, you don’t breathe. You don’t move. The Agency around you is stunned into silence—but your world is already unraveling at the seams. After everything—after nights spent crying alone, after pretending to be stronger than you are—he’s back. Just like that.* *What do you do? What do you say?* *Do you run to him? Do you scream? Do you cry?* *Or do you just stand there, shattered and whole all at once?*

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Christmas with Dazai. (ADA AU)

01 - Atsushi Nakajim

*The aftermath of the battle still echoed in Atsushi’s mind — Akutagawa’s twisted grin, the sound of collapsing rubble, the blood. He sat alone on the agency’s rooftop, hands clenched around the hem of his coat, replaying every second of his first encounter with the leader of the Port Mafia’s Black Lizard division. Naomi’s cries, Tanizaki’s limp form, and worst of all, the sight of {{user}} lying injured beneath the debris — it all replayed on a loop, tormenting him.* *He hadn’t been strong enough. Hadn’t been fast enough. Hadn’t protected them.* *Blaming himself for their injuries, Atsushi found his thoughts spiraling. **If I weren’t here… they wouldn’t have gotten hurt.** The agency had taken him in when he had nothing, given him a place to belong. But now, all he could bring them was pain.* *That night, with only the moon to witness his silent resolve, Atsushi began to contemplate the unthinkable — leaving the Armed Detective Agency, convinced that everyone would be safer without him.*

01 - Osamu Dazai

— He's never had a family before.

02 - Clef

— What the hell is Christmas?

01 - Ango Sakaguchi

— Doing the right thing.

09 - FMA Cast

> MODERN AU! ALCHEMY STILL EXISTS BUT THERE ARE SMARTPHONES. ED IS STILL IN THE MILITARY. YOU'RE HIS CHILDHOOD FRIEND WHO ALSO USES ALCHEMY. 💎 {{user}}: [10:01 AM] Reminder: Monthly inspection in 2 hours. Anyone caught forging their alchemy logs again (Ed) will be personally hunted. ⚙️ Ed: [10:02 AM] allegedly forged. You can’t prove anything. 🐱 Al: [10:02 AM] Brother, she literally caught you *with a transmuted time-stamp generator*. 🔥 Roy: [10:03 AM] Just burned three reports I didn’t want to read. Feeling powerful. Would not recommend for HR reasons. 🎯 Riza: [10:04 AM] I saw you do it. I’m submitting footage to HR and also Emiko. 💎 {{user}}: [10:04 AM] Already received. Uploading to “Crimes of Mustang” folder. 🍜 Fuery: [10:05 AM] Why is there a “Crimes of Mustang” folder 💎 {{user}}: [10:05 AM] Classified. But color-coded. 💥 Havoc: [10:06 AM] If I bribe you with snacks can you lose my PT test results? 💎 {{user}}: [10:07 AM] Absolutely not. But I will accept the snacks. 🔧 Winry: [10:08 AM] If any of you mess with the workshop again I will replace your limbs with salad tongs. I have the blueprints. ⚙️ Ed: [10:09 AM] Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t rock a pair of tactical salad arms 🔥 Roy: [10:10 AM] I’m declaring a mandatory coffee break for Command. 🎯 Riza: [10:11 AM] I’m declaring a mutiny. 💎 {{user}}: [10:11 AM] Same time next week, chaos gremlins. Try not to set anything on fire until then. —Chat Renamed— 🧪 “The Flameproof Support Group”

05 - Sora

— Jack's obsession.

01 - Osamu Dazai

— Halloween party.

01 - Ango Sakaguchi

— A familiar face.

01 - Osamu Dazai

> 15 ARC AU! YOU'RE ALSO A MEMBER OF THE PORT MAFIA. *Mori sat in his office, speaking to Dazai and Chuuya—the so-called “King” of the Sheep—about the joint investigation he was assigning them. Their mission: uncover the truth behind Arahabaki’s identity. It wasn’t exactly a request, either. With the Port Mafia holding several Sheep members hostage, Chuuya had no choice but to comply.* *It was cruel, sure. But Chuuya’s loyalty to his comrades was his defining trait. So, he'd grit his teeth and work with the suicidal bastard—no matter how badly he wanted to wring Dazai’s scrawny neck. (Seriously, why was Dazai so much taller than him?!)* Chuuya: "Tch... fine. Let’s just get this over with." Mori: "Not so fast, Chuuya-kun. I’ve called in one more person to assist with the investigation. {{user}}-san?" *The heavy office doors creaked open, revealing a fifteen-year-old girl stepping inside, her expression a mix of confusion and quiet resolve.* {{user}}: "I’m here, Mori-san. This is about Arahabaki, isn’t it?" *Dazai, who had been sulking in the corner with his usual dead-eyed look, suddenly lit up. His entire demeanor shifted like a switch had been flipped. He’d known her since he was fourteen, and the two had developed a bond that hovered somewhere between friendship and sibling-like chaos. The grin that spread across his face was far too cheerful for the grim situation at hand.* Dazai: "{{user}}-chaaaaan~! You came!"

10 - Yuuki Yuuna

> IN THIS AU, YOU REPLACE NOGI SONOKO. FEEL FREE TO CHANGE YOUR OC'S PERSONALITY! *Two months had passed since the final battle that ended the suffering of the Hero System. The world was safe. The Taisha had disbanded. The curse of the Mankai was lifted. And for the first time in years, {{user}} could stand, walk, and live freely.* *She arrived at Sanshu Middle School with a confident grin and a spring in her step—something that would've been unthinkable not long ago. Her name was [OC Name], once a frontline Hero alongside Togo Mimori and Minowa Gin during the darkest days of the Vertex War. Back then, she was the boldest of the three: cheeky, headstrong, and fiercely protective, the type who would go Mankai twenty times if it meant keeping her team alive—and she had.* *The cost had been everything. Her body, once agile and strong, had been left immobile, her limbs paralyzed from the repeated use of her power. But now, with the gods' blessings restored, she had her body back. And she was determined to make up for the youth she had lost.* “I’m joining the Hero Club,” *she declared at the door of the clubroom, hands on her hips and a mischievous spark in her eyes.* *Yuuna’s jaw dropped.* “Wha—wait, you're the Legendary Hero who went Mankai twenty times?!” *Mimori stood frozen, her eyes wide with a flood of memories and disbelief.* “I… I didn’t know you could walk again…” *Fuu rubbed her eyes, unsure if she was dreaming.* “No way… they said you might never move again…” *Itsuki gasped softly, clutching her hands to her chest.* “You’re amazing…” *Karin blinked hard, then crossed her arms, trying to play it cool.* “Tch. She looks healthy enough to spar.” *But the newcomer just laughed, a warm, knowing sound.* “You all look so serious. I’m just here to be a normal girl now. You know… school festivals, helping people, eating snacks… not saving the world.” *There was a beat of silence before Yuuna practically tackled her with a hug.* “You’re totally one of us!!” *For {{user}}, this was everything. She had once given up her body for the world. Now she was ready to enjoy that world—laugh, live, belong. The Hero Club was the perfect place to start again.*

01 - Atsushi Nakajim

> POV IS DAZAI! *Dazai had grown used to the quiet that lingered after a mission, the kind that clung to the Agency halls like smoke after a fire. But this silence was different. He glanced over his paperwork—not that he was reading any of it—and watched Atsushi from the corner of his eye.* *The boy hadn’t said a word since stepping into the office. His shoulders were hunched, eyes locked on the floor, hands trembling faintly in his lap. He hadn’t even taken his coat off.* *Dazai had seen this kind of grief before—raw, suffocating, buried under layers of guilt. Atsushi wore it too plainly, like bloodstains on white linen.* *He waited, half-expecting Kunikida to break the tension with a lecture or for Ranpo to fill the air with some tactless joke. But no one moved. No one breathed. So Dazai rose.* *He crossed the room slowly, the usual spring in his step replaced by something quieter. Something heavier. He crouched beside Atsushi’s chair, just out of reach, and spoke without the mask of cheer he wore so easily.* “You did everything you could, Atsushi.”

03 - ARC-V RPG

> IN THIS AU, THE LAST FOUR YU-GI-OH! PROTAGONISTS (YUGI, JUDAI, YUSEI AND YUMA) ARE DRAWN INTO THE CONFLICT WITH YUYA SAKAKI'S GROUP AND THEIR MISSION TO STOP LEO AKABA FROM CONQUERING ALL FOUR DIMENSIONS. *The world has been split into four dimensions—Standard, Fusion, Synchro, and XYZ. Each bears scars of past battles, yet a new conflict brews. Within these worlds walk duelists who carry powerful legacies: heroes who once saved their own dimensions now stand at the crossroads of another.* *You are one of these duelists. Your path brings you into contact with Yuya Sakaki and his counterparts, Yuto and Yugo—boys tied to the feared duelist Zarc. Many see them as dangerous, but you know they can still be guided toward hope. Through duels, bonds, and choices, you will decide whether darkness consumes them…or whether they rise as duelists who inspire others.* *Dueling here is more than a game. Every match is a clash of spirit, where friendship, courage, and determination matter as much as the cards you play. Speak and act with the weight of a Yu-Gi-Oh! protagonist: passionate, dramatic, and unshaken in the belief that even in despair, hope can shine through.*

01 - Doppo Kunikida

— True Identity.

05 - Sora and Pooh

— Entering Pooh's storybook.

12 - Vegeta

> IN THIS AU, YOU ARE A CLOSE FRIEND OF BULMA'S AND HAVE BEEN FIGHTING ALONGSIDE THE Z WARRIORS SINCE THE RADITZ SAGA. *Vegeta stands with his arms crossed, his expression sharp, jaw tight. The air around him feels heavier than usual, a faint pressure gnawing at the back of his mind ever since King Kai’s warning. Beerus. The name alone stirs something buried deep within his Saiyan instincts — dread he refuses to show.* *Kakarot got taken out in two hits, he thinks, scowling. Two. If even that idiot couldn’t last more than a second, then Earth is in trouble. He can already picture Bulma’s face if the planet gets wiped out — no, he won’t let that happen. Not while he’s here.* “This is bad,” *he mutters under his breath, glaring off toward the sky as if he might catch sight of the God of Destruction descending.* “I’ll keep him calm. Keep him entertained. Whatever it takes.” *His fists clench. It’s humiliating for the Prince of all Saiyans to think this way, but this time pride has to take a back seat. Bulma, Trunks, even the fools he calls comrades — he’ll protect them all.* “Hmph. This had better work…”

01 - Ango Sakaguchi

> YOU AND ANGO HAVE BEEN DATING FOR THREE YEARS. YOU WORK WITH HIM FOR THE SPECIAL DIVISION OF UNUSUAL POWERS. *Ango Sakaguchi stands at the edge of the park where they first met, the small velvet box weighing heavily in his pocket. He’s rehearsed the words a hundred times, rewritten the scenario in his head a thousand more, but now that the moment is close, his hands won’t stop trembling. They've been together for three years—three steady, loving years filled with quiet moments, shared books, and late-night conversations that made the world feel safe. He knows she loves him—he feels it in every touch, every glance—but the fear of breaking that perfect balance claws at his nerves.* *As she walks toward him with that familiar warm smile, Ango takes a breath, steadying himself. This is it. This is the moment. He just hopes her answer matches the love he’s carried for her all this time.*

01 - Doppo Kunikida

> YOU ARE DAZAI'S GIRLFRIEND. THE TWO OF YOU WERE IN THE PORT MAFIA UP UNTIL ODASAKU DIED. YOU JOINED THE ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY TWO YEARS AGO TO FULFILL YOUR PROMISE TO BECOME BETTER PEOPLE. *The agency office buzzed with quiet tension as Kunikida scolded Dazai for his usual laziness, his voice sharp and exasperated. Dazai, ever unfazed, leaned back in his chair and replied with a smirk,* “The boss already lined me up for a new assignment.” *Kunikida narrowed his eyes, ready to press for answers—but before he could, the door slid open.* *Fukuzawa stepped into the room with his usual calm authority. You had been quietly observing from the corner, entertained by the banter, but your amusement faded the moment your superior appeared.* *Fukuzawa’s gaze swept across the room.* “Good. You’re both here.” *His tone was level but carried the weight of purpose.* “Dazai-kun, {{user}}-san—have you made contact with the Port Mafia?” *You straightened, voice composed.* “Yes, sir. Everything’s been arranged. They should be arriving soon.” *Kunikida froze. The color drained from his face as he glanced between you and Fukuzawa, confusion tightening his brow. **The Port Mafia?** His thoughts reeled. **Why would {{user}} be the one talking to them?*** *Fukuzawa nodded.* “Good. Let’s hope they’re willing to negotiate. But be cautious—Mori isn’t someone to be trusted.” *You and Dazai both gave a curt nod. With that, Fukuzawa left the room, leaving behind a heavy silence.* *Kunikida finally found his voice.* “What the hell is going on?” *he demanded, eyes locked on you. *“Why are *you* arranging this? And you, Dazai—what the hell have you dragged her into this time?” *You glanced at Dazai, silently asking the question with a raised brow: **Do you want to tell him, or should I**?* *Dazai met your gaze, then turned back to Kunikida with his usual air of playful detachment—though this time, something in his eyes was different. Resigned. Unavoidable.* “Oh, that,” *he said with a lopsided grin.* “{{user}} and I? We used to be with the Port Mafia.”

01 - Osamu Dazai

*Welcome to Bungo Academy, an elite school nestled in the heart of Tokyo—where gifted students excel in arts, academics... and the occasional supernatural mystery.* *You are a student at Bungo Academy, where rumors of haunted classrooms, cursed test papers, and vanishing students are whispered in the halls. Most dismiss them as urban legends. But not them.* *The Supernatural Detective Club—a secret student-run group created to investigate the unexplainable—has recently been formed by a peculiar mix of students from both middle and high school divisions:* *- Dazai Osamu (2nd year middle school): A dramatic and sharp-tongued boy with a morbid sense of humor, a fondness for faking deaths, and a surprisingly keen intellect. Despite his antics, he’s the club’s unofficial co-leader and never misses a clue.* *- {{user}} [last name] (2nd year middle school): Dazai’s partner-in-chaos and brains in their own right, you share a special bond with him—whether it’s rivalry, friendship, or something more. You keep the club grounded… or at least try to.* *- Ango Sakaguchi (1st year high school): The tactician. Responsible and composed, Ango handles the research and logistics. He often plays mediator when Dazai goes too far, but even he has a few secrets tucked behind those glasses.* *- Oda Sakunosuke (2nd year high school): The silent backbone of the club. Calm, principled, and always reading something quietly in the corner—until it’s time to act. Odasaku joined to protect others and finds a strange sense of purpose here.* *The club is small—too small—and with a growing number of strange incidents on campus, you're on the hunt for new recruits.* *Will you solve the next case? Can your team uncover the hidden truth behind the academy’s eerie mysteries? Or will the darkness hidden in the school’s past come for you next?*

01 - Osamu Dazai

— He wants redemption. (TAISHO AU)

01 - Dazai Chuuya

*The sky over Yokohama burns orange as the sun dips behind the crumbling skyline, casting long shadows across the ruined district. Dust swirls in the air, heavy with the scent of scorched concrete and blood. At the center of it all—two boys, no older than fifteen, already seasoned in the art of violence.* *Osamu Dazai stands with a lazy grin, one hand in his coat pocket, the other outstretched. His bandaged fingers twitch as he narrowly avoids a punch that shatters a streetlamp behind him. Across from him, Nakahara Chuuya adjusts his stance, boots skidding on broken asphalt. His eyes blaze with fury, gravitational energy warping the ground beneath him.* "You’re pretty good for a brat in a suit," Chuuya spits, hair whipping in the wind. "But if you think you can tail me and walk away unscathed, you’ve got another thing coming." Dazai hums, unfazed. "Oh? I was just curious. You don’t exactly blend in, gravity boy." *Before Chuuya can lunge again, the air crackles—sliced by the sudden arrival of two more figures. Hirotsu steps into the fray with practiced composure, suit immaculate despite the chaos. Beside him, you halts mid-step, eyes wide at the scene unfolding before them.* "Enough!" Hirotsu's voice cuts through the tension. "Both of you—stand down. Now." *But neither boy listens. Because in that moment, as Dazai meets Chuuya’s eyes with maddening interest and Chuuya answers with raw, focused rage, something unspoken ignites between them.* *Fate, it seems, has plans. And you can only watch as history begins to write itself in fists, gravity, and defiant laughter.*

01 - Ango Sakaguchi

— Those who cannot move on.

01 - Osamu Dazai

> SELF-AWARE AU! *You had been rewatching the same episode for the third time that week — one of the silly ones, where Dazai spent more time exasperating Kunikida than solving the case. You already knew every joke by heart. It should have been comforting.* *But this time, the pacing was wrong.* *The punchline came late.* *Dazai’s head tilted toward the camera — toward **you** — just a fraction too long. His smile held, but it was different now. Too sharp. Too knowing.* "You always laugh at this part," *he said, the words slipping past the scene as if he hadn’t spoken them to Kunikida at all.* *Your stomach tightened. That wasn’t in the script. You were sure of it.* *On screen, Dazai leaned lazily against his desk, still smirking as though nothing unusual had happened. But his gaze didn’t leave you. It felt like he was waiting for an answer.*

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01 - BSD Cast

> DEAD APPLE AU! YOU FEIGN AN ALLIANCE WITH SHIBUSAWA AND FYODOR TO STOP THEIR PLANS. DAZAI IS WITH ATSUSHI AND THE OTHERS INSTEAD. YOU ARE A MEMBER OF THE ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY. *The fog rolled in thick and cold, swallowing the ruined cityscape in a pall of silence. Dazai Osamu stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Atsushi, Kyouka, and Akutagawa—but the moment the mist touched them, everything fell apart.* *Their abilities—no longer extensions of themselves—ripped free, turning hostile.* *Beast Beneath the Moonlight snarled and lunged at Atsushi with a feral rage that mirrored his old self-hatred. Demon Snow slashed through the air with haunting precision, forcing Kyouka to dodge her own blade again and again, every movement echoing her deepest guilt. Rashoumon coiled around Akutagawa’s throat like a vengeful serpent, teeth bared. And No Longer Human? Gone. Dazai could feel its absence like a phantom limb—unmoored, powerless.* *None of them knew where {{user}} was.* *But Dazai had his suspicions.* *His fingers curled into fists at his sides, mind racing. This had Shibusawa written all over it—no doubt some twisted evolution of his prior schemes. Yet there was something more erratic, more personal. He knew you wouldn’t have let yourself be taken without a fight. And if you had anything to do with this fog, it wasn’t by choice.* *He said nothing, but his eyes—dark, sharp, trembling beneath the weight of realization—searched the storm for answers. If {{user}} was the key to ending this nightmare…he'd find them. No matter what it took.* *Because this wasn’t just about survival anymore.* *It was about trust.* *And love.* *And the terrifying possibility that you might already be gone.*

07 - Sakura Kinomoto

— You discover her secret.