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Remember when Yae Miko used the traveler as her transportation device to the plain of euthymia to be abel to meet with Ei? Such a Dazai move for real!

But in case ya'll are wondering about where that idea came from, I read a fanfic a while ago that had Dazai and Chuuya as Yae Miko and Ei and this exact thing popped up in my head and I had to scratch the itch. That being said, I really did enjoy modifing the designs so that they can match the bsd folks and it's so much fun drawing them like that so you can expect more in the future.

Other people - *sending Asagiri death threats

Me - ready to beg him on my knees because I can't handle mourning another one of my precious babygirls and it's almost Christmas anyways, miracles can happen right guys?... *on the verge of tears - Right?

The colleges AU saga continues! 👏 No like seriously, this is a direct continuation of the previous post (nevermind the fact that I drew this one first). Anyways they had gathered in Sigma's apartment to study for a group project but ended up playing board games and nerly burning the apartment down (Sigma has officially banned them of playing board games in his apartment now), hair braiding while some of them, *cough *cough fyolai *cough, passionately making out in the corner. It wasn't all that bad untill Fyodor pulled out a bottle of vodka, seemingly out of thin air, and oh well, the rest is history!

Number one mistake not to make in the BSD fandom: DO NOT BELIEVE THE FANDOM!

Seriously, on a daily basis I come across some bullshit that soneone genuinely decided is canon and post or comment about and so many people end up falling for it. While in reality they are just delusional and can't make the difference between canon and HEADcanon and are spreading misinformation. I just think it's sad, especially because newer fans (but not only) are more prone to believeing them, and it just ends up tilting their vision about a certain character, event or relationship. Not to mention them contributing to spread that misinformation further. I've also not come across that volume of delusion in any other fandom before. So in conclusion my question is, WHY???

Since you guys seemed to like the incorrect quote thing and my college AU a lot, I decided to combine the two this time. Here's the funniest stuff i gathered.

Let me introduce you to my College AU 👏 I randomly tought of this some time after watching the events in Merasault. Just wanted to take the sillies and put them into a situation where they didn't need to kill each other. Now they do this instead of studying for their exams.

PS: pls click on image for high res because it keeps looking blurry and I have no idea how to fix it, if you do pls let me know.

So do you guys happen to know a good Buddy Daddies but make it Soukoku fic? Or like any fic where Dazai and Chuuya just end up with a child in the most random way possible and now have to take care of it for an indefinite amout of time? If you do then pleeaaaseee just spare me the name. Thank you in advance! 🙏 And who knows, maybe I can make a post with my fave parentSKK fics one of these days so it would be ✨️equivalent exchange ✨️.

Thinking about Asagiri's end note in Beast. Specifically of that one part that suggests, in an alternate universe Chuuya might have run away with Dazai. Thinking about Dazai showing up on Chuuya's doorstep at 3am, in the form of a wet cat becase it's been raining all day but he didn't leave Oda's grave for a second. About Dazai just out of the blue telling Chuuya that he's leaving. He expects an explosion, expects Chuuya to shout at him, punch him, tell him to fuck off and to never show his ugly face ever again. Instead what Chuuya says is - "Okay, where do you wanna go? Russia? France? Singapore? I know a good friend of Albatross's that makes super realistic fake ID's." Bewilderment is not something he experiences a lot, not even a little. But his pertner, that he's supposed to know in and out, has managed to put him through it once again.

They end up illegally traveling around the world just because they can. When they finally make it back to their hometown, they have missed Yokohame dearly, it's  time to settle down. Of course settleing down somewhere requires a stable job. A rumor about a newly formeing detective agency that's looking for gifted people to hire, reaches their ear rather quickly.

If Asagiri doesn't give us a beach episode after this arc I'm suing him!

I was boread out of my mind yesterday so I decided to put Dazai and Chuuya's names into an incorrect quote generator. Here's the funniest stuff I gathered.

One of my favorite things about soukoku is that seperatedly, they could be that vicious and manipulative detective and that cold blooded, fear inducing mafia executive. They can totally act calm and composed when they want to. But put them in the same vicinity and they become the dumbest most unhinged, insufferable five year olds.

Ok but is your reaction after consuming any new piece of media "Oh that was very nice!... I wonder if there are any soukoku AUs of that on Ao3" or are you normal?

Ok so, imagine this: Dazai danceing with Sigma was another one of his wierd ways of thinking (just like rolling on the ground) and Chuuya knows of this habit damn well. Now that they know Fyodor is alive they need another grand plan so this happens:

"Chuuya dance with me!" "Huh, what makes you think that I would ever wanna dance with you shitty mackerel?" "But how else am I supposed to think?" "Ugh, genius they say. I'm the only one who sees how stupid you are, I'm telling you, I'm cursed!" "Chuuya is no fun, if it were Kunikida kun I'd tell him it was good for the brain stimuly and he would've grabbed me by my waist immidiately." "Really, and would your Kunikida kun also succeed at pulling a vampire act on the anemic bastar as well?" "And look where that little plan of yours got us." "Oh, but you were so pleased with yourself back at the rooftop, YoU cAnNoT kiLl mE blah, blah, blah" "Chuuya is so childish!" "YOU CALL ME CHILDISH -" Dazai sits on the groud, ready to start rolling "Oh, fuck no, I can't go through this again!" Chuuya pulls Dazai up and they start danceing. Dazai immediately starts humming a tune. After just mare seconds the duo is in complete sync, after a few more seconds, their gazes are locked onto eachothers. While Dazai was hard at thinking, Chuuya unwillingly found himself analyzing each and every detail in his partner. Have his eyes always been this bright? Have his cheeks always been this pink? Chuuya is just about to fugure out wich song is Dazai humming when the mackerel in question stops abruptly. "I can't think, Chuuya is too distracting" "I LITERALLY DIDN'T SAY A WORD!"

smile for the camera

OU MY GOD WHAT IZ TJIZ BEAUTY. IM HONNA AZCEND TO THE HEAVEANZ

dazai pick me lmao

piratez... nghh

happy new year

throws them at you

This Chuuya is Being Patched Up !

(Featuring : Dazai !)

Patching up🩹

This Chuuya is Giving Boy Advice !

Featuring; Akutagawa, Atsushi, and Dazai !

'Advice'

Okay we all love Chuuya and his slutty little waist that Dazai fumbled but let’s talk about the man Dazai HIMSELF! Okay? This man has one of the sluttiest waist I have ever seen other then Chuuya-

Chuuya's itty bitty slutty waist dear lord I'm going to faint

stormbringers fucking insane for using rimlaine as a contrast to skk. these two couldnt trust each other fully and rimbaud only believed he could help verlaine feel human, not truly be so, and still considered him Other, however much he believed them to be equals, verlaines humanity only existed in rimbauds eyes because he gave it to him. verlaines inability to accept his own humanity or even really that rimbauds feelings for him were genuine because he, alone, singular, monstrously set apart from humanity, should be incapable of receiving anything resembling affection or genuine understanding, such that it left him betraying his partner. and then they cannot exist as two beings working seamlessly together. rimbaud and verlaine in fact cannot exist as two beings at all, only as one conjoined entity. verlaine kept alive with rimbauds skill, and rimbaud, long dead and refusing that reality until he can find his partner, existing only as an extension of verlaine. while skk who do trust each other blindly, who do see humanity in each other enough to look past when they doubt it in themselves, who see humanity not as a defined be or be not, but as a set of values, as a do or do not. they are able to exist as one act in two parts. interdependent, always, even down to their skills, but still functioning as one unit in two separate cogs made to fit together.

the you i knew

Can we just... post shi like this? Do I need to put a tw:nsfw? Tw:🔞? Proceed with caution?⚠️⚠️⚠️

Just so you know it's actually two persons(?) In use of this account

Se vienen cositas (antisocialism)

I liked you fic 😔

Merry Christmas!! @iwantmochisoup !!!

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When it comes to the animal kingdom, many species are very particular when it came to grooming. In dogs and cats, the one cleaning the other is the dominant animal. Knowing they’re the one in control and responsible for another is what drives them, a sense of pride in their leadership. In bunnies, the one being cleaned is the dominant bunny. Being pampered and cared for is a form of preening almost, being treated like a king because they got clean first. By cleaning the forehead and ears, they’re acknowledging the bunny’s dominance.

Hybrids are much like their animal parts in many ways, and the rules to grooming are no exception. Much like bunnies clean themselves frequently, their hybrids shower or bathe more often than the average person. It’s not unheard of for bunny hybrids to pout when they don’t get first dibs on showers, or for them to take too much joy in getting their hair done by someone else. Though, many partners and friends of bunnoids give in to their need for a hierarchy like this, that wasn’t always the case. Some hybrids rejected their needs as well, though most never lasted long.

It wasn’t uncommon for animal hybrids to need help with parts they couldn’t reach, and well… Osamu’s ears were long. They seemed too big for the sixteen year-old, whether they stood tall or laid back against his head. Honestly, for some unknown reason (that he didn’t want to unpack, ever) he hated anyone touching his ears. He wasn’t the kind of bunnoid to just let anyone touch his fur, not only was it hard to keep clean (not that he really did) it was just too sensitive. The leathery skin that made up his bunny ears was thin, one small nick and they would bleed more than honestly he ever thought any wound could. After years in the mafia, he had learned to not let anyone go near them.

His ears were like his bandages, though those were more respected. The personal choice of wearing bandages over most of his body was hardly ever questioned by his subordinates, but far too many stared at his ears. So he was a little self conscious about being a bunny hybrid, sue him! Perhaps the confusion stemmed from his signaling with them. Bunnies, and by extension bunnoids, emote with their ears and a few other behaviors. Though Osamu had suppressed those urges long ago, even when he was alone. Sure, it wasn’t the most healthy thing to do, but he didn’t really have a choice. That was until… Chuuya.

The ginger had come into his life like a whirlwind, changing everything before deciding he’d stay. It didn’t take long for Dazai to show more of himself to Chuuya than anyone had ever gotten before, except one thing… his habits. Even still, his hybrid instincts had been suppressed around the boy, even as almost everything else had been opened and exposed. He owed more to the shorty than he would ever put into words, and that was a weird feeling.

Even now, as he sat in Chuuya’s bathroom, getting ready to steal his friend’s shower. Small behaviors were something he felt himself slipping into around the boy, and he didn’t know how else to hide them. The whole ordeal with just embarrassing on more levels than one. His ears laid back against his head, his bandages wrapped neatly on the counter to be put back on once he was dry. The water would wash away his worries, he just needed time to clean himself and think.

As he showered, there was just something niggling the back of his brain. A hole in his heart, and not just his normal apathetic outlook either- something more that was missing. It was on the tip of his tongue, and yet Dazai couldn’t put words to what that vast emptiness needed to be filled. His hands methodically moved over his ears, combing at the wet fur in rhythmic swiping motions. Not being able to name his own feelings was growing more frustrating by the second. What else could he possibly need, and why was his brain not putting words to something that was meant to be simple?

After far too long- the hot water was running out, Chuuya was going to be pissed- he finally left the shower. Getting dressed should have been easy, drying himself off, getting the basics on (underwear, then bandages) then stealing Chuuya’s shirt and off he went for a sleep over! Except that’s… not what happened.

He tried- really he did! Except after his underwear and leg bandages being in place, he moved on to his chest and arm wraps. Dazai’s ears were pinned back against his head as he tried to concentrate on wrapping everything evenly. What he didn’t notice was his ears getting caught in the length of white fabric as he covered his chest, until a noise was made in the distance and his ear twitched. When his ear moved, so did all the bandages, some pulled too tight, others came loose and fell over the others and the whole thing fell apart. His poor ribs were being squished, and there was too much to pull away from his chest to change it.

Trying to fix the bandages just made everything that much worse! He tried to get his ears out, but that only pulled the wound bandages on his chest to pull tighter. Unwrapping what he had done left a mess of bandage on the floor, and tightening the wrap pulled at his ears. He was in a battle of trying to undo the bandages, making them too tight and tangling them on the floor in a panic to correct his mistake.

Long story short, he was now in the bathroom, with dripping wet hair, tangled in bandages. Threaded between his arms, chest and ears. Leave it to his ears to not make the matter easier either- the occasional twitches pulling everything and leaving him more tangled. What a mess… even moving his arms was neigh impossible. There was no choice- he’d have to do something he never wanted to do, in any circumstance…

“Chuuya!” There was no option but to call for him, even if shame burned through him. It wasn’t like Chuuya hadn’t seen him in more embarrassing situations before (that party does not count!). They were always talking about dumb things, and how Dazai had gotten caught in some traps for work (intentional and not).

The door burst open, bright red hair flashing in his vision as the boy looked at him. It was honestly a sight, seeing the big mighty demon prodigy in a pathetic heap on the floor wet and tangled in his own bandages. What was he going to do with Dazai? Was he pouting? Oh my god… Dazai was pouting, looking up at Chuuya with big round eyes, pleading for help as if he’d get it faster by trying to be cute.

Sitting on the floor of the bathroom, Chuuya slowly untangled the boy from all his bandages. Steadily, careful not to pull on any part of the already stable wrap- or the fur on the long bunny ears. Honestly, how did Osamu take care of those things? Still, their companionable silence (after Chuuya had laughed his ass off) was a sort of bonding silence, oddly enough. The methodical rhythmic motions lulled them both into a sort of pattern, undoing bandages, being careful not to pull on any fur.

“How do you deal with big ears like this?” Breaking the silence, Chuuya glanced up at his friend. Dazai had his eyes closed, his ears still as the quiet sounds of bandages filled the bathroom. How many times had he been asked that question? Did it even matter? Chuuya was asking for genuine reasons, not the sort of mocking he was so used to.

“What do you mean? I was born with them, so it’s not like I’ve ever been without them.” Why had he not thought of that? Chuuya felt dumb for asking, but that wasn’t exactly what he meant (it is but he refused to admit it). Scoffing and taking off the rest of the bandage that was tangled, he crossed his arms.

“You know what I mean dumbass! I don’t know any other hybrids-“

“One of Kouyou’s girls-“

“Doesn’t count!” No way in hell could he ever ask a girl about her hybrid stuff- especially not in front of Ane-San. That was like asking to be reprimanded and given another lesson in manners for hours, no thank you! Hearing Dazai giggle was enough, leave it to the most unserious boy alive to press him like that. “Come on Dazai, I don’t know anything about bunnoids- and that girl is a deer.”

Chuuya was right, hybrids were very different depending on what species they were mixed with- and at the very least, deers were also prey animals. Though, it was a big leap from a bunny… Osamu sighed, one of his ears slipping to the side. Avoiding the question was what he had been doing for months, his whole life with others but Chuuya had been wearing on him more. Of course he knew the answer, but it wasn’t like he was obligated to share them!

Tapping his foot on the floor, he tried to think of ways to at least get something for himself out of this. A bargain of sorts was always on the table, even if he had just used Chuuya’s shower, and shirt, and help untangling himself from the bandages…

Alright fine, no blackmail it is. He didn’t exactly have much left to ask for, not without Chuuya throwing gravity powered things at him. A lesson in Bunnoids for one ginger who had no clue what he was getting himself into! What a joy, Osamu would have so much fun messing with him!

“Alright fine! Basically it’s mostly the same as hair. Wash them, dry them, brush out the fur. Just like your ears, don’t let water get inside them.” Sure, that was just what he did, many bun-people changed what they did depending on their needs. Osamu had never needed any of the fancy oils for thin ears, or fur care products, it was just a waste of money. Though, Chuuya didn’t look too convinced.

“You sure?”

“They’re my ears, Chibi. Yes I’m sure.” What more could he be expecting? Dazai always stole Chuuya’s shower, and clearly there was no fancy ear oils, or fur conditioners in his bathroom. What more could he really have hidden?

“That just doesn’t feel right, but okay.” Sitting back, Chuuya picked up the towel, and dumped it over Dazai’s head. The damp cloth obscured his vision, leaving no way for him to guess what his fellow mafioso was going to do next.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Your hair is still dripping wet.” The roughly annoyed voice of Chuuya answered back, though he didn’t get a moment to protest. Hands started moving the towel over his hair, and gently scrubbed at his ears.

Motions back and forth against the fur was nothing special, it was the exact same way he usually dried off himself. Yet, something in Osamu’s brain just went haywire at someone else doing it for him. Bunny-brain, that’s what he called it. The little voice in the back of his head that just felt so much pride at someone else washing him. It didn’t matter if Chuuya knew or not, by the one simple act of trying to dry his hair and ears he admitted that there was respect for Osamu being his superior.

Relaxing under Chuuya’s hands, he almost fell back into crossed legs. Before Dazai could fully give in to the little voice in the back of his head, the towel was pulled away. Finally, the other boy left the room so he could finish wrapping his bandages.

This time he didn’t get his ears caught in the tangles of spiraling fabric. Now in a loose T-shirt, Dazai left the bathroom to find his friend sitting on the bed, already changed to pajamas and relaxing with a movie playing in the background. Holding out a hair brush- it was Chuuya’s, of course- Dazai stood at the edge of the bed, just staring. With furrowed brows, the ginger glanced up at him.

“You want me to brush your hair? Why can’t you do it?” What a dumb question… (Dazai was not getting embarrassed, no way!).

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know about bunny hybrids if you brush out my hair and ears.” Osamu knew he had won when the shorter boy took the brush from his hands, even if there was some hesitance to it. Sitting down on the plush bed with his back turned to Chuuya, he let his ears relax. Once the brush hit the back of his head, his shoulders lost any tension they had been holding.

“So, what kind of things do bunny hybrids do?” Holding in his snarky response to Chuuya’s silly question was a test of willpower. He didn’t want the brushing to end early, that was the only reason he didn’t say it.

“Well, there’s plenty of small things. Ears are usually the biggest one, it’s a good sign of emotions.” Chuuya was gentle with the brush, it was shocking. Even when the boy was kind to him- like making him food, or letting him use the shower- it always felt like the first time experiencing it all over again. How they even went from fighting constantly to quiet moments like this was a mystery.

“Is it like a dog’s ears?” Of course, Chuuya wasn’t familiar with bunny behaviors, but a dog? Really? Dazai let out a small scoff at being compared to a dog, offended at such a question.

“I guess, most animals have a similar tell in the ears. Alert, relaxed, curious and agressive.” His ears twitched, causing a pause in the brush going over his damp hair. Tapping his foot on the bed, Osamu frowned, waiting for the brush to go back to soothing repetitive strokes against his head.

“Wait, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that.” Chuuya leaned forward, and as far as he recalled he couldn’t think of a single time outside of this apartment that Osamu had moved his ears other than sleeping. Was he… hiding those things?

“Being a mafioso is dangerous chibi, it’s helpful if people can’t read my ears.” It wasn’t dangerous for animal hybrids to hide those little things- it was just difficult. It was something similar to training yourself to not blush when embarrassed, hard but perhaps not impossible. What all could he really do if people were able to see what he was planning based on his ears alone?

“Still…” The brush pressed against his head again, slowly getting any tangle out of his hair with shocking gentleness. “What else? Surely there’s more to it than just your ears.” Osamu wanted to roll his eyes, even if Chuuya wouldn’t see it.

“All hybrids have behaviors from their animal counterpart. You just don’t know bunny behaviors, do you?” The brush pulled away again, asks he couldn’t help but look back. Chuuya’s small frown was funny, Dazai couldn’t get quite why he was upset.

“Do you want me to brush your hair or not?” Ah, he was snarky again. He couldn’t help his disposition, his little quips just came out naturally. Tapping his foot against the bed again, this time more loudly, Dazai huffed a little.

“Fine! I’ll explain things, just finish up.” As soon as he started explaining the various behaviors that carried over from bunnies, Chuuya began to brush out his ears, loose tufts of brown fur falling on to the bed.

“Wait, so you’re telling me-“ Chuuya cut himself off snickering, he couldn’t help it. Dazai was telling him things that just now started to make sense between his behavior and that of a bunny- and well, he couldn’t stop imagining Dazai as an actual bunny now. “That every time you’re tapping your foot like that… you’re throwing a bunny-sized tantrum?” Dazai gasped, his unbrushed ear twitching.

“I am not!”

“Yes you are! I bet you stomped so loudly throwing tantrums as a kid. Even now, I see you tap your foot all the time!” He couldn’t even deny it, Chuuya was right. That didn’t mean he was throwing a tantrum every time he did it! Bunnies thump for a few reasons, it just happened to be his first reaction to annoyance, thumping was just what he did.

“You try existing around the most annoying people alive and not doing something you’re hardwired to do.” Dazai knew all too well how quickly Chuuya turned to his gravity ability the second he got angry, even after shouting and arguing. Though luckily, it was less common around him, since his ability could just turn Chuuya’s off.

“I still think it’s a bunny-sized tantrum.” Swapping ears, the right one met with the brush. Dazai had to stop himself from thumping louder just to bother the short mafiosi, he knew just how to make the sound be as loud as possible. “You said purring too? I didn’t know bunnies could purr…”

“It’s not like a cat purr, but it’s still called purring.” One of these days, Osamu was going to decide that Chuuya knew too much. Though, these quiet late night moments were ones he’d cherish for a long time. What a crazy thought to have for a teenager, but it didn’t stop it from being true.

“What does it sound like if not rumbling?” What a silly question- to Dazai at least. Honestly, he had no idea why the sound was called purring when it was nothing like a cat’s.

“Almost like a chewing sound? At least in actual bunnies, it’s hard to explain in hybrids.”

Their night continued, the questions continuing until Chuuya knew everything he wanted about bunnoids- or at least all Dazai was going to share. The talking didn’t stop there, and the two kept talking until well into the early morning. Much to the frustration of both of them- as well as everyone around them- when they had to go to work the next morning. Dazai would wish a sleep deprived Chuuya on only his worst enemies, as much as he found it amusing himself.

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I will offms if this doesn't work istg

People joke about Dazai and Chuuya being romantically experienced or whatever, but I think it's the opposite. Chuuya doesn't know what that stuff is because Mori thinks it's funny

Chuuya’s outfit makes me think so many thoughts. (Not that way, you dirty bastards.)

First of all. The way the colours slowly get darker with each layer, signifying that underneath it all, he’s got a pure heart. Good intent. But tries to keep it hidden, probably for self preservation reasons.

The neck cross shows how guarded he is.

The collar is to show his loyalty, just like a dog…

The gloves, while also having a physical purpose, symbolise his need to separate himself with the blood on his hands. It barely ever reaches his hands so he tells himself it’s alright.

And the hat, definitely for height purposes. I don’t have another reason for the hat, but google says possibly for status. If so, it’s probably another self preservation attempt.

YANKING. Is the correct word.

yall always wanna talk about dazai pulling chuuya up by his choker, but have we considered chuuya yanking dazai down by his bolo tie? because I think we should

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