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I'm aware my art isn't very popular or anything lol but please pick which kid you'd want to see me draw the most<3 (I'm also aware every kid on this list beside Kenjikyou's would be biologically impossible but uhh let's say there's just some ability user or whatever who can let two men have kids or smth, idk I'm here to draw not to have logic mk 😔)

I'll also name the kid and give them a bit of a story when I end up drawing whoever they are :>

Teen skk but they casually bonk their head for no reason. Like two cats bumping their heads. You see Chuuya standing and texting and here comes Dazai. He bumps their head together (from front) to peek at the screen.

"Who are you texting?"

"Your mom"

Dazai taking a nap somewhere and here comes Chuuya to full force smash his forehead against Dazai’s only to say

"Let's go to the arcade"

"I'm not a child like you"

"We're both 15 Dazai"

i have a nonsensical au idea in my head where chuuya does decide to take up lippman’s job, but he does it after dazai’s defection, so for years dazai is stuck with his ex’s face staring at him from every billboard. also, because he’s dazai, he obviously tells no one of his history with chuuya, so it just sort of becomes a thing in the agency that dazai has beef with chuuya-nakahara-from-from-the-forbes-highest-paid-actors-list.

atsushi: dazai-san hates chuuya nakahara...? the one in the movies....?

*cue incoherent seething noises from dazai somewhere in the background*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUUYA!!!!

i kinda rushed this drawing but whatever :3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64238365

Dazai finally gets what he wants, it hurts Chuuya more than either expected it to

major trigger warning for suicide and death, please be warned!!

with that said please enjoy i had a lot of fun writing it :3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64079077/chapters/164405416

i finished writing this fic hehe (pretend like the link isn't being mean)

dazai and chuuya making paper stars and being silly :3

technically this is part of series but you can just read this and mostly understand

this turned out way better than expected like i love this sooo much :D

this is actually reference from a photo i took!! i went to the city the other week so i had to get some reference photos hehe :3

uh oh! someone found their secret hideout (aka a supply closet)

the lighting on this one was fun :D

I fear I may have spent too much time on this lmao

used another random place from google maps as reference :D

"I've got you"

i really like how the colors turned out on this one :D

the sillies again

i wanted to mess around with color pallettes and outfits so this happened

shopping trip

i might've spent too much time on this

i love them too much

The plan was simple.

Go to this world.

Check in on the Agency.

Make sure that everything went according to his counterpart's plan.

Leave.

The most important part: do not cross paths with Chuuya.

But when he spots ginger hair and a tacky hat from afar, it's only a matter of seconds before he's pinned to the ground, a familiar knife pointed at his throat.

"What kind of disgusting ability is this?" the man above him barks, words filled with venom.

"This is not an ability." Dazai states, calmly.

"Don't you dare imply you're him," the knife brushes against his throat, a sharp vessel for the man's rage. "Boss died. Threw himself off the Port Mafia building."

Dazai swallows. This Chuuya looks different from the one he has known for seven years.

He's not as vibrant. He doesn't shine as much he does.

He looks like he almost gave up on living.

"Chuuya—"

"You have no right to say my name, you fucking imposter."

"Please, listen," he pleads. Damn, he doesn't like this Chuuya. "I am Dazai, just—not the one from this world. Not the one you knew."

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Chuuya questions through gritted teeth.

"I came here from a different timeline," he explains, careful, "I do share some memories with this world's Dazai, though."

"If you truly are Dazai," the name burns like liquid fire on his tongue, "then you must be a pathological liar as well. Why should I believe you?"

Dazai smirks. This Chuuya is a ticking bomb and he's ready to light his fuse.

"The first time he made love to you," he chooses his words carefully—they had sex plenty of times, but making love was new to them—"he told you he lov—"

Chuuya's fist meets Dazai's cheek.

It's painful, but Dazai didn't expect anything less from him.

"How the fuck did you come to this place?"

"I take it that Chuuya believes me." he grins, satisfaction making its way across his face. "It doesn't really matter. Let's say my ability comes in handy sometimes."

His Chuuya would have laughed at him. Probably told him he's a pain in the ass.

This Chuuya stays quiet and just... walks away?

Dazai's brow furrows.

"Where are you going?" the brunet asks, still sitting on the ground.

"I got nothing to say to you. You can go back to your fucking timeline." he snarls, that gloomy look plastered on his face.

"My, my, holding me accountable for what my counterpart did?" Dazai singsongs in his usual cheerful tone.

The next second he's avoiding the knife thrown at his head.

"I'm giving you one last warning," he growls, and Dazai swears he sees a reddish hue where Chuuya's brown eye should be. "Go. The fuck. Away."

"I just want to talk. About everything."

"You said you're not him, hah? Then you're nothing more than a stranger to me."

"I can explain why—"

"I don't care!" the ground shakes, courtesy of Tainted, but doesn't move beneath Dazai's shoes. "If he truly cared he would have told me about his fucking death plan instead of hiding everything from me!"

A long silence follows.

"Five minutes," Dazai pleas, "and I'll explain everything. Then I'll go back to my world."

Ten minutes later they're in the Port Mafia building, more precisely in Chuuya's office, which previously belonged to Dazai.

The detective glances at the empty chair and he can see it—the ghost of his counterpart, legs crossed, and the redhead standing fiercely on his left, covering his blind side.

There's something terrifying about it. A bond that was way different from the one he shares with his Chuuya; an unmatched level of trust and intimacy.

Imagining himself as the Port Mafia boss is making him sick to his stomach.

"I don't have all day," Chuuya complains, arms crossed. "Go on. I'll listen."

Once Dazai is done talking, the tension in the room is palpable.

"Why," Chuuya mutters, gripping the red scarf hanging over his shoulders, "Why didn't he tell me? Why did he send me on that fucking mission in London? I could have saved him."

"That's the point." Dazai sighs. "Saving him wasn't part of the plan. It would have ruined it."

"So ruining my life was the safest option, hah?" he scoffs, bitterness seeping through his words.

"You would have done the same for him."

'Yes', Chuuya wants to scream. 'Yes, and the fact that he prevented me from doing it keeps me awake at night'.

"You know," the redhead begins, breaking the silence, "I sensed something was off. At some point I realised we weren't on the same wavelength anymore. He treated me like shit then almost worshipped me as if his life depended on it."

"I guess you have figured out why."

"Yeah," the realisation burns the back of his throat. "He tried to detach himself. To make it easier for both of us."

'But he couldn't' is left unsaid.

"I don't know what you do to us, Chuuya," he blurts out, his mouth talking on its own, "It's terrifying."

He finds it easier to be a little bit honest with a Chuuya he's never going to see again.

If it makes him a coward, he doesn't care.

The redhead remains quiet and Dazai spots a myriad of emotions in his eyes.

Hurt, anger, sadness, longing.

"Am I happy?" Chuuya suddenly asks, "In your world."

"Are you happy in this one?" Dazai asks back, unsure.

"You want me to say 'yes' so you can feel better about all the mess your counterpart left for me to deal with? 'Cause I won't."

"This is the only world in which Od—"

"I know." he stops him. He doesn't want to hear that name again. "I just wish he talked to me instead of making all decisions on his own as if I didn't matter a damn thing to him. I guess I was useful as his strongest weap–"

"Don't." Dazai interrupts him, his voice firm. "You've never been a weapon. Not to him. Not to us."

The silence that follows eats them both alive. Talking to this Chuuya is filling Dazai with uneasiness for some reason he doesn't understand.

Seeing him so empty, inevitably similar to himself, makes him uncomfortable.

Does his Chuuya feel the same? Is he hiding all that resentment as well?

"Well, this took more than five minutes. I'll leave as I promised." he announces, suddenly unable to stand in that room anymore.

"Wait." Chuuya calls, his voice unsure.

He walks to Dazai until they're facing each other.

"I have one request. Then I'll let you go."

Dazai knows where this is going. That's why he didn't want to meet this Chuuya in the first place.

"Can I..." the redhead hesitates, "Have one last kiss before you go?"

Dazai's heart aches for the first time in ages.

"I'm not him." he states, voice flat.

They stare at each other's eyes, lost in the moment, and Dazai barely registers the way Chuuya is delicately pushing him against the desk until he's sitting on the black surface.

Neither of them dare speak, for any word would ruin the sacred religiousness of the moment.

Chuuya slots himself between Dazai's legs, bringing their bodies impossibly closer, and his hands reach for his scarf.

He removes it, his movements painfully slow, and Dazai swallows as the red cloth is placed around his shoulders.

Dazai's throat wobbles.

Chuuya's vision blurs.

Dazai feels seen as the redhead's eyes wander all over his face, scanning every feature so that he can store it in his mind until the last memory of the two of them fades.

A gloved hand reaches for Dazai's bandaged neck, caressing the fluffy brown curls, and Dazai's arms instinctively circle Chuuya's waist.

Would his Chuuya be mad at him if he found out?

"A Port Mafia traitor from another world, wearing his precious scarf... He would be feral." Dazai mutters, the forced proximity making him dizzy.

"He owes me." is all the current boss of the Port Mafia says, his eyes fixated on the detective's chapped lips.

His right hand comes to rest on the left side of Dazai's face, covering his eye, and their lips finally connect.

The kiss is tender, almost heart-shattering—it's nothing like the ones he shares with his Chuuya, and it's surely way different than the ones this Chuuya used to share with his counterpart—and yet its bitterness is suffocating.

This life wasn't designed for them, Chuuya thinks, but for now he'll just pretend his former boss is right in front of him.

It can't hurt more than it already does anyway.

Dazai pulls away first, fully aware that the longer this lasts, the more it's going to hurt, and Chuuya heaves a shaky breath in return.

He tries to keep the ghost of his former Boss close to him, but all his efforts are pointless against death.

"I'm going now," Dazai announces, placing the red scarf back on Chuuya's shoulders.

'It doesn't suit you at all', he thinks.

The detective twirls a ginger curl around his finger before walking away. "Take care."

"You will come back, will you?" Chuuya asks, both hopeful and hopeless, and Dazai wonders if this is how his Chuuya felt when he left the Mafia after Odasaku died.

Dazai smiles, quietly. "No. I have no right to be here."

"Always leaving me behind, no matter which universe you fuckers come from." Chuuya mocks him, but he speaks in loneliness. "Go, before I kill you."

"You wouldn't, neither of you." he replies, smiling to himself. "He's doing fine, by the way. Has gone through a lot, but never once lost his colours."

'You're both too good for us and that's why you'll never fully stop hurting', he thinks.

They steal one last glance at each other before Dazai finally disappears behind the door.

"Goodbye, Chuuya."

thats so fucking adorable 😭😭

Before i decided on the triples i toyed with the idea of skk have one daughter. This are old-ish doodles of it

|COMMISSIONS OPEN!!|

trying to find a new artstyle 💀

GÆ

I keep forgetting i have a tumblr account too

making a collection

something about substances so strong they can only be cut by that same substance (like diamond) gets to me. the self-fulfilling prophecy of it. you can armor yourself against any and all outside threats, but you're still beholden to your own nature.

15! dazai gave 15! chuuya his scarf

Stupid ass watermelons

my all time favs - soukoku fics

soukoku is my comfort ship, i ALWAYS come back to it. these are some of my ABSOLUTE favs, like they have a special room in my heart fr fr. my shaylassssss, i miss them.

Silver Soul by mokkei

After a suicide attempt, Dazai is cast away to work at the lighthouse his great uncle had owned in the north of the mythical Shimane prefecture. He's not even in the town, he's three nautical miles away from the nearest port, always overlooking a populace that he supposes he can never be a part of.

Dazai finds that this esoteric ward he does not acknowledge offers more surprises than creeping loneliness. When the body of a man washes up on his beach, it seems that fortune has offered him a hand in repairing a piece of himself he has come to tolerate through the eyes of someone who has no idea what it means to be a human.

where your loyalties lie by writingfromtheshadows

Loyalty is the foundation of the yakuza code, something that was drilled into Chuuya at an early age. However, his lessons did not cover how to manage a political marriage with his organization's oldest rival.

Always Yours by orphan_account, Wellthathappened (Cataclysmic_Calamity)

AU where Dazai has been betrothed to Chuuya since they were both children—an arrangement that never particularly interested him—until their wedding night, when he sees the omega’s face for the first time.

Yokohama Blue by the_most_happy

“There’s a shade of blue one can only find in Yokohama.”

Dazai Osamu is thirty-three, a best-selling writer, the youngest winner in the history of a prestigious literary prize and an Alpha. He's a father, a genius and — some say — a disappointment.

Nakahara Chuuya is twenty-five. He's the only Omega in his publishing course, and his second gender made a fighter out of him. He's an overachiever, a brother, a friend. He just wanted his favorite writer to notice him.

[Or: That literary soulmate AU where everybody suffers]

A Lesson in Thorns by arkastadt

After Hirotsu gives them their offerings, they exchange rings, and Dazai never, not once, breaks eye contact even as they're instructed to kiss. Chuuya expects a wet tongue in his mouth as some sort of demonstration of dominance, so he's surprised when Dazai's hand lifts to cover them both, and the only thing that's pressed to his lips — the corner of them, to be precise — is a dry, fleeting kiss.

And then it's done.

Chuuya is officially, irrevocably married to the one and only head of the mafia.

Or, an AU in which king of the sheep Chuuya has to marry port mafia boss Dazai to get one of his people out of jail.

Vicious Instincts by borntoshine

After all, rumors say Port Mafia is just a metropolitan legend, right? ---

Chuuya is proud of being an omega, but genuinely naive when it comes to the real world out there. When he's called for an internship at the PM group, Chuuya believes that he's finally getting the job of his dreams. Little does he know that accepting the offer will eventually change his life forever, but not exactly how he imagined it would: no matter how hard he tries, instincts cannot be tamed.

--- I want you to be mine. Selfishly, thoughtlessly, mine.

(this one's ongoing)

If Anything Happens, I Love You by the_most_happy

Soukoku’s partnership was crafted with care. One day, the Gravity Manipulator and the Demon Prodigy would marry and breed extraordinary children. In more ways than one, Soukoku was the perfect arranged marriage.

Until Dazai left. 

Being abandoned by his mate left in Nakahara Chuuya more than one wound — physical and psychological. Four years of silence and loneliness messed him up; he knows it and, most importantly, Dazai knows it. Until Chuuya finds himself pregnant during the truce between Armed Detective Agency and Port Mafia.

Torn between instinct and his role as an executive, forced to let an old partner back in his life, the omega is left with just one torturing doubt: how long will Arahabaki allow this child to live before Corruption takes over.

I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio by ElectricSplatter

“Four months from now will be the seven year anniversary of when you and Osamu Dazai released your hugely successful first and only album Double Black and its diamond single Corruption. After performing with Dazai earlier this year, are you planning anything special to celebrate?”

“Corruption is insanely overrated, and I would prefer to never hear Dazai’s voice for the rest of my fucking life.”

Wrapped up in You by quinnlocke

Chuuya just wants to get through his day as a reptile expert, but there's a bandaged lunatic in his reptile house trying to get murdered by his snakes.

Saving the man's life is a courtesy, taking him home is just asking for trouble.

in these hallowed halls by saffroncassis, StormDew2

“Shit,” Chuuya says. “You’re… actually real?” “As real as I can be, like this.” “You’re not a hallucination.” Chuuya’s heart is caught in his throat. “You’re an entire, real, ghost.” Dazai frowns at him. “We just went over this. Can’t you freak out later?”

Once diagnosed with the same terminal illness that killed his mother, Chuuya visits the manor of Dr. Mori Ougai in hopes of a miracle. He ends up involved with a deadly mystery and a gorgeous ghost instead.

Baby Executive by BlowingYourMind

Dazai's normally boring morning was shattered when a small pair of arms wrapped themselves around his knees and big azure eyes blinked up at him partnered with a stupidly happy grin.

Or

Chuuya is hit with an ability that reverses his age.

He's got a dream by BlowingYourMind

Dazai blinked once, twice, three times, to clear the dots from his vision, and once they subsided he was met with fiery red hair and a beautiful goddess glaring down at him.

Then with those beautiful goddess hands of hers, she lifted her pan and hit him in the face.

And over the span of the next few days, Dazai would find out that this beautiful goddess was not in fact a girl, but the crowned prince Chuuya Nakahara, and that he didn't need to be a beautiful goddess for Dazai to fall in love with him.

OR

A Soukoku Tangled AU.

i have saurrrrr many of these, so i'll continue in the next part.

stay tuned

xoxo

Lighting my beloved...

I just love contrasting skk/sskk dynamics in fic like, they're so fun to read I need more.

Like gimme Dazai and Chuuya who have spent the last few years spiting eachother for fear of this thing between them that refuses to die no matter how much hurt and resentment they throw at it.

And then one day they realize they're watching Atsushi and Akutagawa slowly work through their issues and grow closer like a pair of magnets eroding away at all obstacles between them.

Sure, they're awkward as hell about it. The landscape of Yokohama suffers their growing pains with them, but everyone can see them gaining terrain until it's commonplace to see one waiting for the other outside their workplace or to spot them sitting together in some random fire escape.

Through it all, skk watch them with this sort of awe-pride-envy that eats them up inside in both a good and bad ways. Chuuya grins a little to himself when Akutagawa makes it a thing to introduce Gin and Atsushi, Dazai indulges Atsushi's planning of a first date that ends up going so very wrong it's funny. Deep, deep down they both wonder what might have happened if they had made the effort.

Now, if it's the other way around it's even more hilarious. Bc you have skk who grew back together like a fungus after Dazai reappeared. They've both matured a lot and lost a lot, so now it's a lot easier to let themselves be and enjoy the time they have, because in Yokohama you never know. Their relationship somehow strongarms the city into peace because now they're partners again and it's a little terrifying.

And in the meanwhile, Atsushi and Akutagawa watch and kind of simmer in all the pent up rage that they have, not even necesarily at skk (although there's the Akutagawa and Dazai situation) but just at the world in general.

It may be a bit more noticeable in Akutagawa, but Atsushi too still has so much rage within himself. Because of the past, and the divine being, and everything. It's the kind of rage that they can't direct at anyone else, —because no one else would understand, because they only want eachother in some twisted way, because they're both livid at themsleves for having feelings for the other— so they give it to eachother and they're damn right insufferable about it.

And somehow the skk situation makes it worse? Like what do you mean Akutagawa drops by Chuuya's office and Dazai is sitting on the desk, boucing a rubber ball off the wall and humming whle Chuuya finishes his work? What do you mean Atsushi comes back from some errand to find Dazai curled up with Chuuya on the ADA couch? Asleep, to boot.

There's a gala and skk dance together like they've been going to ballroom classes the whole time, and Atsushi gets so irritated that he gets drunk and Akutagawa ends up carrying him home gagged with Rashomon.

Idk I think its a fun dynamic. Kind of like the ultimate punishment of having to watch what you can’t have be rubbed in your face.

Ofc in both cases the couple that actually has their shit together ends up nudging along the one that doesn’t.

Long live happy endings but also truckloads of angst.

And if you ever really died I would be surprised, Come on let's kick some car doors in

To celebrate Valentine’s Day here is my submission for the BSD WLW big bang event!!

Here’s the link to the incredible fic this artwork is based off of, go show the author some love because it’s truly perfect and she’s amazing 🫶:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63127138/chapters/161662585?view_adult=true

This screams them

domestic skk for the soul