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i really needed happy skk :3c Happy holidays to ya'll~!! ♡

いまに、ここから出ても、自分はやっぱり狂人、 いや、癈人という刻印を額に打たれる事でしょう。

Hi! Trick or treat? 🎃

🎃👻Your little 🍬treatie🍬 shall be a snippet from my maid Chuuya and master of the house Dazai AU 👻🎃

“Chuuu-yaa,” Dazai yelled out, drawing out his name over several seconds, calling loudly so it could be heard from several rooms away. After a few seconds when Chuuya had not appeared he called out Chuuya’s name again, drawing it out even longer, his voice taking on a whiny quality.

When Chuuya finally did appear, he quietly approached Dazai and gave a small curtsey, “What do you need master?” he quietly asked, his eyes diverted respectfully downwards towards his shiny black shoes with a small block heel that formed part of his uniform. 

“What took you so long? My maid should always be prompt and efficient, I don’t pay you to move around like a slug,” Dazai berated, although his tone was conversational and not harsh. 

“Apologies sir, I was busy dusting the library. I will be more prompt next time.” Chuuya did not point out he had come as quickly as could be expected without outright running, considering the library was multiple rooms away.

“The whisky decanter is getting low, refill it, and the pillows on the couch are looking rather flat, fix that. And prepare a snack for us, we’re famished.” Chuuya just gave a small nod, he did not mention that the ornate decanter sitting on the drinks cart had barely gotten below half full, and certainly still had enough to see out the remainder of the night. He moved to obey Dazai’s wishes, heading towards the empty couch to start fluffing up the pillows, which did not look like they had been touched since the last time he had tended to them. 

None of the gathered guests knew him well enough to see what Dazai could, Chuuya’s shoulders had tensed up just slightly, his lips pressed tightly together, and his footsteps were just a fraction louder than they normally were, as he restrained himself from stomping as he walked. These were the only indications he was annoyed at being pulled away from his daily routine for the eighth time that day for a set of meaningless tasks. Each of the eight times Dazai had called out to him in the same sing-song voice, and each of the eight times Chuuya’s patience wore just a little thinner.

(Keep in mind this didn't get to the bit where we see Chuuya's true personality, I didn't just take all the fight out of my boy)

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SOUKOKUUUUUU

'Mooch

Alright so,

Since some people said they're interested, and I still couldn't find one: I'm doing it myself!

I want it to be ready to use by the time it's public, so I will post it tomorrow.

It will be a chill, 18+ only, Soukoku discord server.

To all the people that have interacted, thank you!

I will reply to you with the link if you left a comment

Hope to see you there :D

edit :

You'll find more infos on my pinned!!

Soukoku, 18+ only server : discord.gg/B3HzQbBVR4

Hello there! Does anyone know if there is a soukoku discord server that isn't inactive? Preferably one that isn't only filled with minors If there is none I might as well do it myself if enough people are interested :/

has anyone figured out how much art you need to make to make your mental illness go away

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