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@aki-iko
Hello! Happy to announce that my commissions are open!
If you want to send a request or view more infos about prices and stuff, check my Vgen account.
You can find the link here ⬇️ or in my Bio as well! Also shares are really appreciated 🫶🏻
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I now also have open Chibi Commissions as well! More info to my Vgen account!
The winter night My heart is grieving Is grieving, without a reason….. My heart is rusting, turning purple.
- Nakahara Chūya, “A Chilly Evening” from Poems of Days Past
Sorrowful songs are the salvation of sorrow-filled hearts.
Dazai Osamu, “Lanterns of Romance” from Blue Bamboo and Other Stories
I know far too well my own corruption and imperfections, so I have no place to position myself.
Dazai Osamu, A New Hamlet
When I’m at home, I’m forever making jokes. Let’s say it’s a case of needing to wear Dante’s ‘mask of merriment’ precisely because there are so many things that trigger the 'anguish in the heart.’ Actually though, it’s not only when I’m home. Whenever I’m with people, no matter how great my mental or physical suffering, I try desperately to create a happy atmosphere. It’s only when I’m with people. It’s the same when I’m writing. When I’m feeling down, I make an effort to write light, enjoyable stories. My only intention in doing so is to render the greatest possible service to my readers, but there are those who don’t understand this. 'That Dazai fellow’s awfully frivolous these days,’ they sneer. 'He tries to garner readers simply by being amusing; he doesn’t put any effort into his writing at all.’ Is there something evil about serving people? Is putting on airs, never cracking a smile, such a virtuous thing?
Dazai Osamu, “Cherries” from Self Portraits
We all want romance, even if it means the agony of separation.
Izumi Kyōka, “One Day in Spring”, Japanese Gothic Tales
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A Bungou Stray Dogs Zine
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: T
Warning: N/A
Chapters: 4/4, 17k
Relationship: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya
Tags: Soulmates, Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - College/University, Kitsune Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Kitsune Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Member Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Member Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Prince Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Knight Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Headaches & Migraines, Fever, Nakahara Chuuya Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Soft Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)
sooooo very late to post this but this was written for the lovely @bloodsherry back in october for the soukoku tumblr server exchange!!! please enjoy skk being obnoxiously in love for 17k hehe 🩷
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As for love … no, having once written that word I can write nothing more.
Dazai Osamu, The Setting Sun
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Hello! Happy to announce that my commissions are open!
If you want to send a request or view more infos about prices and stuff, check my Vgen account.
You can find the link here ⬇️ or in my Bio as well! Also shares are really appreciated 🫶🏻
VGen: https://vgen.co/Akiiko_
After everything that happened in Meursault and Yokohama, before they could finally go home and their paths split apart once more—Dazai would have to lie low with Sigma for a while—Chuuya lingered in the bathroom doorway.
They were hiding out in a rundown motel, waiting for Mafia to send reinforcements.
Dazai glanced up from a ridiculous book he'd found lying around and arched a brow.
"What is it?"
Chuuya hesitated. He scratched the back of his neck and looked away. His cheeks burned.
Something soft flickered across Dazai's face. Fondness, tinged with sorrow. With a long sigh, he tossed the book aside and motioned toward the bed.
"Come on, stupid slug. Spit it out."
"Cut my hair."
The smile froze, not because of the request itself. It was unusual now, but once it had been commonplace, back when they were partners in the Mafia.
No, it was the sadness dimming Chuuya's steady gaze that made something crack inside him.
Chuuya only cut his hair when he was mourning.
To remember.
To carry the weight of loss a little longer.
Dazai nodded.
His throat tightened around all the things he couldn't bring himself to say, all the words that remained lodged somewhere deep inside him regardless.
Chuuya crossed the room and sat down in front of him.
Close, but not close enough.
He wasn't that kid anymore—the one who used to sit between Dazai's knees in dingy apartment bathrooms, face streaked with tears, clutching a pair of cheap scissors.
Carefully, Dazai gathered his hair back. His fingers brushed the nape of Chuuya's neck.
Chuuya shivered. Or maybe Dazai did.
He couldn't see his face, he couldn't meet his eyes, but when the first lock of hair fell, Dazai felt the weight of Chuuya's grief settle somewhere beneath his ribs.
"You can't get mad if I butcher it," he said lightly.
The joke landed flat beneath the ache in his voice.
Chuuya scoffed.
"I'll cut your balls off if you do."
Some things, at least, never changed.
When they were done, Chuuya immediately started looking around for a mirror. Dazai hated that his broken leg kept him rooted where he sat.
He hated that he couldn't cross the room, he couldn't wrap his arms around Chuuya's waist.
He couldn't pull him close and hold him there.
"Chibi," he called, forcing a grin back onto his face, "you owe me a box of strawberry Pocky."
