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dazai loves all his plushes equally but ts one is special
doodled dazai in idwtbamg artstyle idk how to feel abt it tho
Wip idk how backgrounds work but working on it
NOOO I FORGOT NY WATERMARK
uh gay gay homosexual gay sorry for not posting for a whilr
WIP of skk 🥀🥀 might finish might not
I love your college AU!
(Is it poly or are they just a friend group? /genq)
Aww thank you! I'm so happy and surprised by the attention and love it ended up receiving. As for your question, there is no poly involved. Both skk and fyolai are in their own respective relationships and Sigma is just fifth wheeling.
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!
“Does Chuuya believe that Dazai is human?”
someone on twitter proposed this question, specifically referencing this scene*:
this scene is so interesting because Dazai is pretending he doesn’t care about what Shibusawa is doing. he’s pretending he does care about reaching executive. he’s pretending he doesn’t have a plan.
everything he does in this scene is intentional, to set Chuuya on track for his plan to take down Shibusawa… which includes riling him up.
yes, Chuuya believes Dazai is human— that’s precisely why it’s such a sensitive subject for Chuuya. he projects onto Dazai what he’s scared of becoming because Dazai is a mirror for Chuuya. when Chuuya looks at Dazai, he sees parts of himself that he tries to ignore staring back at him. (the same is true for Dazai— Chuuya is his mirror)
so Dazai sees this topic as an easy way to get Chuuya mad— to storm off & leave him alone for a few days so that Dazai can go get himself captured (so that Chuuya will have to come save him, putting him in the perfect position to use Corruption & end the conflict once and for all).
but when Chuuya realizes Dazai’s plan (like he always does), he sees through Dazai’s front. honestly part of the reason he’s always so annoyed when he gets to Dazai is probably in part because Dazai keeps pretending to be heartless when he’s really not. Chuuya doesn’t understand why Dazai lets people think he’s “bad” when, in reality, he’s doing something good.
so actually, Chuuya is one of the few people who sees and knows that Dazai isn’t heartless.
he does care.
he is human.
Chuuya’s own projection just gets in the way of him remembering that most of the time (which is totally understandable considering his backstory & the fact that he’s only a kid).
*just for reference, the official translation’s version of those panels reads:
“Well, that was mean of you. I’m human too, you know?”
“Like anyone believes that. Just be glad I didn’t kill you.”
I will offms if this doesn't work istg
"I think your aim has gotten worse over the years, maybe try covering your stupid eye again, mackerel..."
inspired by boy meets maria panels
Ask questions here!
Chuuya's birthday Q&A of 2025
Event information
So, to Celebrate Chuuya's birthday which is 3 days away...
Chuuya and Dazai would do a Q&A!
Feel free to send questions!
Deadline: 04/29/2025, 10:00pm!
Any questions after the deadline will be saved for a random Q&A- BUT NOT DELETED!
Event post link for those that missed it
Chuuya's birthday Q&A of 2025
I did a thing...
A Creator's Obsession
This is a fanfic and RP blog ran by: @croiw also known as @poe-tat
Therefore, this blog is entirely a work of fiction.
A Creator's Obsession is a light novel type project I'm giving myself. It's a series of multiple parts where each part is broken up into chapters.
Fanfic/RP information
Fanfic title: A Creator's obsession
Description: a very slow burn love story where an artist and a writer falls in love.
Ship: SKK
Disclaimer
This is a page of MY creativity (except for the pfp and banner-)
I will post all of these on AO3 when I feel like it. DON'T DO THAT FOR ME!
For reactions and answers it will be according to the spot in the timeline and may be slightly off character to the cannon versions
Rules
Asks be related to the fic, BSD, or the RP events (Where SKK does a Q&A or interview)
Submissions are allowed! Just no NSFW and have to be related to the fic or RP events
Asks for the mod goes to @poe-tat or @croiw NOT HERE! Unless it's about the fic
Table of Contents (will update as story progresses)
Part 1: the beginning (Characters 1-10)
Chapter 1:
Chapter 3:
Chapter 2:
Chapter 4:
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
Chapter 7:
Chapter 8:
Chapter 9:
Chapter 10:
Part 2: ???(Chapters 10 -??)
Part 3: ???(Chapters ??-??)
Part 4: ???(Chapters ??-??)
Part 5: ???(Chapters ??-??)
Part 6: ???(Chapters ??-??)
Part 7: ???(Chapters ??-??)
Part 8: ???(Chapters ??-??)
Part 9: ???(Chapters ??-??)
Part 10: ???(Chapters ??-??)
Events
Q&A!- Chuuya's birthday, Dazai's birthday, Every Halloween, Every Christmas, and New Year's (ask more personal questions)
Interview- The start of the year, middle of the year, and end of the year (ask more professional questions)
Anniversary- Mod does art for this AU or SKK react to fanart submitted by you guys.
Holidays- Art by the mod gets posted
Update schedule
Honestly every weekend or when I'm free
Color codes [if there's more than one person]
Crow(Mod)
Dazai
Chuuya
Extras:
Ada reunion but dazai is in the port mafia?
Here me out
Ranpo decided that it was time that the Ada had a "family" reunion. So he invited everyone that is or was in the ADA to the HQ that the ADA resides in
Kunnikida was in charge of the main course meal and Ranpo was in charge of the snacks, Yosano was in charge of the beverages
Everyone came
The only person who hasn't shown up yet was Dazai
Lucy and Poe were invited because Ranpo that it'd be funny
Ranpo was pacing whilst eating pocky waiting for Dazai he knew Dazai would come and be late but didn't really know how late and he hated it
Atsushi, (somehow) convinced Ranpo that Akutagawa could come and actually got there before Dazai himself, stood next to Kyouka and Akutagawa holding a glass of a champagne
Yosano held a glass of wine and graciously took sips
Ranpo held one of the pocky to his lips "where is Dazai?! What's taking him so long?!" Ranpo asked furiously
Atsushi looked at the detective with a confused look as Aku was trying to convince him why strawberry cake is better than plain ole vanilla "can't you ultra-deuce where he is? Isn't that you're known for?" Which stopped the pacing Ranpo "why didn't I think of that sooner?!"
The raccoon lover that Ranpo loves so much, Poe, held a book as he stood not very far from the pacing detective "because you were too busy stuffing your face with biscuits and pacing-" he says as Karl, who was peacefully on his shoulder, decided to pat Poe's head
Soon the door opened before Ranpo can fully deuce where Dazai's where abouts where the door opens revealing Dazai in attire that resembles Chuuya "sorry I'm late, I had to finish writing a report to the boss" he said as closed the door and putting a familiar fedora on his head
"Dazai whose hat is that?" Asked Kunnikida "I borrowed it from the slug" he said
They had gotten to the dinner portion and the reunion was inttrupted by the president with someone with familiar orange hair
Fukazawa called attention to the ADA and it's former member, Dazai, to ask a question
Fukazawa sighed "who here has a-" before Fukazawa could finish, Chuuya sprints towards Dazai. "Called it" was heard from Ranpo, Atsushi, and Akutagawa as Junichiro, Naomi, and Kyouka puts 40 dollars in the middle for each of the winners
Dazai took of the hat and put it above his head "if Chibi wants the hat Chibi has to-" and before Dazai could react Chuuya jumps and now had the hat
Yosano somehow convinced Ranpo to let Chuuya stay and somehow convince Chuuya to stay and Dazai had to drive Chuuya home
Who knew listening to Cooper and The Playwright for one hour straight is like a power boost to the art grind.
'I Love You'
(Sorry that the timing is off)
Gayest of them all
TEEN SKK IS SO EMBARRASSING IT ACTUALLY MAKE ME WANT TO KMS😭😭
Like wtf is this loser ass pose😭😭
And then they kissed👏👏
I saw the leaks and sskk started making out in front of fyour defeating him with the power of homosexuality and also skk got married 😭😭😭 this was truly our bungo stray dogs 👏👏😭
Omg did they kissed??? Skk is canon???
There will be skk makeout session in the new chapter fr fr fr
Trust me guys
once my exams end i'm gonna brainrot over my skk AUs again and YOU 🫵 will suffer with me
however i did make a playlist for my upcoming AU because i couldn't resist </3
soukoku, kunikidazai, sigzai... can we stop letting quality men be victimized by the tragic phenomenon that is dazai osamu 💔💔💔
(they should form a support group and kiss each other)
soooo uhh aside from the current chuuya + soukoku requests, I've been wondering whether i should write a part 2 of poetry in motion tumblr link here but this time continued in the ADA. the dynamic will remain fairly the same (can be read as platonic or romantic). the ending led up to it so i thought it would be fitting to write a follow up and after exams i might have the energy to post a little more + continue my fyodor series.
also have been thinking of eventually making a taglist (hopefully??? i'm sort of new to posting fics on tumblr)
WHY is this fuckass doodle the top post on my blog i love tumblr
i like to think chuuya's eyes do the cat thing where if you look at them in the dark they look freakishly red instead of blue
upside down chuuya with terrifying blue flash eyes for the realest bat vibes
i can't art for shit so i made this on my phone with my sausage ass fingers
drunk walk home ; soukoku
synopsis : dazai osamu's last night before he leaves for good— his last night with the only one who has ever truly seen him.
author's note : my first time writing soukoku!! i hope this isn't too ooc, god knows i tried. a bit rushed towards the end because i really should study instead (and i'm not <3) read on ao3
In the middle of the night, the only lights on are the ones near the port. Flickering street lights, late offices and the glow of distant bars; artificial stars dotting the bay city. The neon colours bleed into each other once again, burning into Dazai’s vision. Everything seems slowed, as if he was struggling to catch up with a reality that was far faster than his alcohol addled mind could keep up with. The occasional auburn blur was the only thing that reassured him that his current drinking buddy was still following along, despite being near the edge of a stupor.
Stumbling through the roads and the night marketplaces, Dazai attempted to find the shortcut to Chuuya’s home, a route he knew like the back of his hand. Well, usually. Currently, he's taken atleast three wrong turns. Chuuya’s no more helpful, considering he insisted on taking the shorter way back. They took a bit too long to realize that the main road would've been shorter, but what more can anyone expect from two absolutely drunken fools trying their level best to get home. Chuuya blinks, wondering where the hell he had left his bike. He parked it somewhere, well, obviously, but when he got back his beloved bike was nowhere in the parking lot, and after a few minutes of searching it was painfully clear to him that he's going to have to try again when he can actually walk straight. He's gonna regret all those tequila shots later in the morning, but there were just some problems wine can't drown.
That is exactly why the both of them end up in this situation every time, isn't it? The lure of relief was too hard to resist, even though they both would much rather drink with anyone than each other. Leaning his arm on Chuuya’s shoulder, much to the shorter man’s chagrin, Dazai stumbled through the narrow street. The fluorescent signs that lined this road were rendered hazy by the smoke that seemed to perpetually linger in the air, and the path itself was free of any pedestrians. Empty? Good. They hardly needed trouble at this hour, not when they both barely had the coordination to tell left from right. Even with their best attempt at being vigilant, Chuuya could only manage to note how the color of his friend’s eyes seemed to mellow into a honey like hue under the glow of a signboard. An artificial glow that, for a few moments, made him look a little more alive. Even as he pushes the thought out of his head, a strange disappointment gnaws at his heart. Like he should have stared a little longer, to remember it.
All the while, Dazai tried to hold up both their weight, even though it was quickly becoming a futile attempt; arm around Chuuya’s waist, fingers curled into the fabric of the waistcoat to make sure they both didn't just topple over one another. It's not like it hasn't happened before, but he doesn't particularly fancy another night passed out over this slug in a nameless alley. Been there, done that.
“You're surprisingly heavy for such a short guy, you know, slug?”
“What the fuck did you just call me, bastard?!”
Dazai gives his best performance of a weary sigh. “Now you're hard of hearing, too? Slug.” As if to emphasize, he spells out the word in a singsong manner. “s-l-u-g!! That clear enough for you?”
“…I think I’m gonna kill you.” Chuuya spat out, trying to not grind his teeth from the sheer annoyance this waste of bandages caused him. “I hope you get the worst hangover tomorrow. I hope you're sick for days.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, while Dazai held him up straight.
“We're both getting killer hangovers, dumbass.”
“It was your idea to go drinking!!”
“You know damn well your ass can't hold your liquor. Lightweight!”
“I ain't no fucking lightweight, I kept up just fine!”
“You gave up after the second goddamn round, slug. Now get off me, I think my arm’s going to break from your heavy ass.”
Chuuya let up a little, the faint red glow of gravity manipulation surrounding him. Making himself lighter helped stabilize him in this condition. Even after he stopped leaning, Dazai’s hand didn't leave his waist, bandaged fingers curled into the fabric as they crossed the smog filled streets. “You know what, yeah, we've been walking in circles for an hour. Let's sit down for a bit.” Dazai nods at the idea, though not without a comical exaggeration. “Tired already?”—he drawls—”I thought you'd have a bit more left in you than that!” The way Chuuya’s jaw tightens and how his brows furrow? God, that's cute.
The fuck?
A few seconds after a thought so uncalled for, Dazai’s expression twists into grimace from the sheer distaste. There's no way he just thought that. Meanwhile, Chuuya had already found himself a lovely little cargo crate to sit upon, not even humouring Dazai’s taunt, sitting down on it with that annoyed expression still on his face. Dazai follows suit, and watches as the petit mafioso flicks open his cigarette case, taking out a singular stick. Just as Chuuya’s thumb moved to close the flap, a bandaged finger slips another stick out of it.
“Hey! Get your own, damn bastard.”
Dazai twirled the cigarette with practiced dexterity. “Mmm, nope.” He pops the 'p' as he says it. Maybe a good smoke would get that thought out of his head. Whatever that was. His other hand reaches into the inner pocket of his coat, fishing out a lighter. The blue flame lights the tip of the cigarette. The familiar, acrid scent fills his senses, the dim ember makes him feel oddly warm. From the corner of his chocolate eyes, he noticed Chuuya struggling with his own lighter. That old thing was clearly was out of fuel. He extends the black lighter to his cigarette, watching how it dangles idly from his mouth. “Guess you needed me anyway, huh?”
Chuuya waited for the end of the smoke stick to burn, eyes singularly focused on the light. “…Shut it.”
Dazai shrugs off the rude remark, taking a languid drag of the cigarette. A bit stronger than the ones he usually carried with him, but they hit the spot. The puff of smoke exhaled into the air curls upwards, and then fades into the glow of the green and blue signboard lights. Pretty. Fleeting. Only such a shame their youth would suffer the same fate, even if neither will realize it yet. Perhaps in Dazai’s mind, those days were already gone, for this is the last night he'll allow himself to stick to his old ways. To stick with him.
The auburn haired man seems none the wiser about his eventual departure. A good thing, for a lie is so much easier to say than the truth. It's a burden of youth to fall in pursuit of a distant, unclear dream, the promise of light; only to ignore the glow of the bridges they were burning behind them. It's foolish, Dazai knows, but it would be the only way he could bring himself to leave this teenage wastleland of theirs. To save what was remaining of this worthless life.
But what is salvation worth when compared to Nakahara Chuuya?
The small cigarette break ends far too quickly, fingers itching to light up one more, but the night wasn’t getting any younger. Neither were they getting less drunk, and if they didn’t make it home in time for the streetlights and signboards to die out for the night, it's another night falling asleep in an alley. Once Chuuya is done, he impatiently stands up once again; an extremely dumb idea. His head swirls, disoriented by the sudden movement. Instinctively his hands reach for Dazai’s shoulders, until they both stood up, looking like absolute idiots. Dazai was going to taunt him again for being a lightweight, until something caught his attention.
Tap.
The water droplet hit his head, and a quiet 'ow…’ left his pallid lips. Right. They were in the middle of rainy days. And of course the skies had to pick just the right time to cry; when they both were utterly drunk out of their minds and who knows how far from home. Two follows one, three follows two, countless does three. The downpour had begun. Chuuya let out of a groan of utter frustration, shrugging off his coat the best he could with his balance, attempting to drape it over the both of them. Their makeshift umbrella didn't do much, but it was enough for them to get home without being miserably wet. “Ugh, hold this, mummy boy.” Chuuya did not fancy being on his tiptoes for the whole journey back, and Dazai took the edges of the coat from him, holding it up over the both of them.
“Think we can make it if we run?”
“Yeah, think you can keep up?”
“Any day, slug.”
Without hesitation, they were off with their mad dash in the rain. Stumbling once or twice over the curbs, they barely managed to keep the same pace so that they could still be under the coat’s canopy. Chuuya could feel the raindrops hitting his back, and Dazai’s bandages were damp already. They didn't know when they got back to Chuuya’s place; perhaps they should have tried this earlier instead of walking around like bumbling fools all over the place. Dazai set the drenched coat down once they were in the building; gravel streaked steps to the elevator. The two were out of breath, panting, realizing a bit too late that maybe it was a little stupid of them to run off with that kind of reckless abandon when they were drunk and tired.
Once they caught their breath, the ring of the elevator bell indicated that they'd reached their floor. Now they just had to hope they had the right number. 322 — yeah, that's mine.
Chuuya fumbled with the keys in his pocket, attempting to figure out which ones worked with this lock. Vision glazed over, the ridges looked far too blurry; hands clumsily undoing the lock. One of the keys worked; fifth try was the charm. The shoes were kicked off, flying to god knows what part of the living room; the two drunken idiots stumbled in. Dazai didn't hesitate without collapsing right there on the couch, although his friend seemed to atleast have a bit more sense to get himself a glass of water. Not like it mattered that much anyway when thirty minutes afterwards they were both puking their guts out, crawling out of the bathroom like zombies from a b-rated horror film. All those shots were definitely a bad idea, and they were feeling it. If reading minds were possible, one would find that they could only think the same thing.
I’m never drinking with shitty Dazai again!
I swear, this is the last time I get drunk with that hatrack!
And it was true for it was indeed the last time they did drink together.
By quite a bit of effort, they managed to reach the couch once again. Legs over chests and arms over heads, they fit in the most uncomfortable way, but they did manage to not fall over. “Get off me, you're heavy!” Dazai whined, and in truth, he would've shoved him off if he could tell where his hands ended and where Chuuya’s began. “Shut up, I want to sleep!” Perhaps he was right for once, maybe sleep would do them well. With an annoyed grumble, his bandaged fingers settled to curl themselves into the auburn locks that tickled his neck, legs tangled on the velvet sofa. Gloved hands reach to turn the light off.
It was no easy to ignore his thoughts in the dark, not when the silence festered thoughts of his eventual departure; the uncertainty that will grip his life for the days ahead. Perhaps if it weren't for that man’s final words, the promise he drew out of Dazai, he wouldn’t be so willing to upend this life. He wouldn't have even considered saving himself.
So, when we ask once again, what is salvation worth when compared to Nakahara Chuuya?
It is worth a promise. One that must be kept.
Dazai’s mind drifts away once this resolution is made. The symphony that plays in the space between the waking and the asleep is the soft breathing of the man beside him. Focusing singularly on the nearly inaudible sound, looking at the back of his eyes, he allows himself to feel the moment for a final time before he gives away to sleep. Trace away the weave of the fabric that makes the back of his shirt, feel the soft strands that sometimes pricks skin, take note of the sleepy mumbles that leave Chuuya through his dreams. And before the subtle sensation fades, his mouth opens to form the words he feels he must say or they will rend apart his mind forever.
“...I think I’m gonna miss this.”