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[aurorah-eart]

hi... it's really been a while.

i've thought (and tried tbh) for a long time about a lot of things, like making a "comeback" and what that would look like, and/or reprioritising my personal time so i could continue having a presence online.

with that, i had two major feelings that i cannot ignore (sadly)

the first one is that i have never really been this person. i've been writing fanfic for various fandoms under various names for almost 14 years. i have been a sometimes active, and often passive, fandom community member for over half of my life - but i have so much comfort in my solitude. whether it is a coping mechanism, or just my personality, or something in the middle of all of that, i am just... not this person.

two years ago, i bared my soul into a piece of work that was made for me and me alone. fic has always been that for me - a crutch for emotions, a way to communicate, a journal, and kind of a purpose for me, too. but that fic was different, and it always will be. i made friends around the same time, and continued to make friends after, and it was like nothing i've ever had before.

but i'm not this person.

the second feeling is that i cannot cope with the entitlement of newer generation fandom. i can't cope with the pressure, or the feeling that i'm letting people down, or that i'm "washed" or old news or forgotten or anything else. the majority of people that have read my fics, or follow me, or have interacted with me, are not like this - but it's that same, time old saying: you will always focus on the negatives.

i don't want to get too raw, but the past 18 months have thrown so many awful things at me all at once and this horrible, weighted feeling of disappointment only sunk me down further. i'd tell myself it was just fanfic, but what used to be my way of coping ended up becoming another burden.

with this, what i'm trying to say is... well, goodbye. i'll still be posting fic, at my own rate, to people that just want to read my stuff. but public spaces are no longer an option for me, as i've become extremely uncomfortable with it all. this blog will exist as nothing more than an archive to my old posts, and a place for me to lurk when i'm bored.

if you want to keep in touch, i do have an sskk server (18+). you can dm me for more information. if not, i'll see you on ao3 :) bye loves!

[aurorah-eart]

a waterfall of grief

explicit, shin soukoku

6.2k, one-shot

pwp, kink exploration, atsushi pov, dacryphilia

written for the sskk warriors secret valentines exchange for @feralarsonist xo

Saliva gathers in Atsushi’s mouth. He swallows it down—that familiar, fundamental feeling within his stomach like he wants to… touch. He wonders how he could make Akutagawa cry like that. The thought sparks through his body like thin-wire electricity, about to explode.

or: atsushi makes an unfortunate discovery about his increasingly-more-personal relationship with akutagawa. (ft. a bit of self-hate, an internet porn cafe, and a considerable amount of akutagawa crying)

🔗 read on ao3!

[aurorah-eart]

never catch a falling knife

mature, implied tachigin

1.4k, one-shot

pre-canon, backstory introspection and hcs, angsty, trans!tachihara

He’s fourteen when he first goes into the battlefield. He wonders if his brother would be proud of him, because he can smash bricks like they’re chalk and stop vehicles with his torso. (He wonders if his parents would be, too, then he wishes they were six fucking feet under. Not very apt for an alleged warrior of justice.)

or: my thoughts and feelings and headcanons on tachihara's backstory, but in a fic

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He wakes to a hand in his hair, twirling the overgrown ends between nimble fingers. He aches. He supposes that is what he deserves for sleeping upright. Stretching slightly, blinking to clear his eyes, he notes that Atsushi is watching him intently, eyes glazed over. Heat immediately rushes to his face, stomach curling. “Jinko.” “You stayed,” Atsushi breathes with a smile. “I thought you might.”

inevitable dwindling; awakening metampsychosis sskk bday present commissioned by my bf and created by the pookiest @avimik <3 (and thank you so much @feralarsonist too xoxoxo)

[sskkzine2026]

JT2OU (Just the Two of Us?) is a SFW, non-profit, physical Bungou Stray Dogs fanzine, featuring the romantic relationship of Atsushi Nakajima and Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (shin soukoku/sskk).

All dynamics of shin soukoku are permittable within the zine. We do not have a preferential stance on the content created for the zine - as long as the focus is Atsushi and Akutagawa.

Any proceeds will be donated to WWF.

This project is organised by fans, for fans. We are no way affiliated with Bungou Stray Dogs, Studio Bones, Kadokawa Shoten, or any other publishers of official media.

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Have questions? You can ask us, or, find ones we've already answered.

[littlebyrdie]

More doodles!

All is Finally Quiet by @fawncherries (fawncherry on ao3)

[aurorah-eart]

oh my god????? oh my god!!!!!!!

[aurorah-eart]

i keep seeing these edits everywhere and i couldn’t find an sskk one so naturally i daydreamed about it for two days and then sat at my computer for hours until it was done

[aurorah-eart]

as you live, you die

mature, shin soukoku

ongoing, chaptered

beast au, time loop, introspection & heavy angst

written as part of @sskkbigbang

He takes one more glance at the watch—noting how it looks the exact same day he discovered it. His stomach twists in knots when he sees faint splatters of blood on the black box. Blood that came from his own hands. Blood that belonged to the man that raised him. You deserved it, Atsushi thinks, then in the next beat it’s a storm of emotions. Fuck you and I hate you and I miss you and I’m sorry and I’ve failed you and I’d kill you all over again if I could— He shudders. Holding the watch in a closed fist, he transforms his claw and hears the glass shatter. He doesn’t look as he lets the watch drop to his mattress, immediately getting out of bed with the empty box to leave in Mori’s infirmary.

or: sometimes atsushi has to go around in circles to realise he wants to live, and fight, and work with a mortal enemy. (ft. time loops, a lot of death, a freaky watch, general sskk weirdness, and atsushi holding many jobs until he finds out what works)

🔗read on ao3

[aurorah-eart]

two rhythms, two souls

teen, suegiku

2.3k, one-shot

pre-canon, light introspection, 5 things

written as part of @bsd-rarepair-exchange for @strayg0dss <3

Jouno doesn’t move. Not anymore. There would’ve been a time where he would’ve barked back, thrown Tecchou off the bed, screamed at him… But not anymore. It is not worth it, he thinks, because Tecchou’s heartbeat is still slow and steady, his breath deep as he further enters his sleep, and Jouno— Well, it’s not like he hates the warmth. He hates a lot of things, but he stopped denying himself of short-lived physical contact early into his partnership with Tecchou. It just happens now.

or: the five times jouno listens to tecchou's heartbeat

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[aurorah-eart]

after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin

explicit, beast!shin soukoku

3.4k, one-shot

religious guilt, introspective porn, trans!atsushi

written for the sskk warriors june prompt: coming out

He didn’t deserve to want, but he’d do it anyway. He wasn’t sure what exactly it was, but he would lie awake at night, head throbbing after things he had witnessed and think, I wish I had that too. A common ground of understanding. A blurring of hate and love. A codependency that only he and another could understand. A spiel of venom that was wrapped with kindness.

or: atsushi wants akutagawa. he just doesn’t want to want him.

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[aurorah-eart]

losing and rising and losing and rising over again

shin soukoku

2.2k, one-shot

post-canon

“Your nobleism disgusts me,” Akutagawa says lowly. “To imply I extend that far is just-,” “It’s not-,” Atsushi begins to argue, but then he sighs, feet planting into the ground. His hand encloses over the one gripping his shirt, digging his nails in. “I didn’t save anyone else. I couldn’t, but then I saw you and I-, I—”

or: sskk squabbling. sskk talking. sskk arguing. sskk making out.

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[aurorah-eart]

a good fight

shin soukoku, dazai & akutagawa

1.3k, one-shot

post-123.5 akutagawa study

People need to be told they’re worthy of being alive by someone else, or they can’t go on. Akutagawa had known that. He’d fought blood, sweat, tears; but he didn’t have that. He didn’t hear those words. Not once had somebody said to him, it must’ve been hard, or I understand your struggle, or even… you fought well.  But people need to be told they’re worthy of being alive by someone else. Or, they can’t go on.

or: i'm tired of akutagawa not getting what he wants. now i finally know what that is, it is my job to give it to him.

🔗 read on ao3

[aurorah-eart]

He realises Akutagawa has nothing when the two of them are about to leave. He fixes him an outfit, but Akutagawa had to double loop his belt to keep his jeans upright.  Atsushi bites down a smile, fumbling in the bottom of his wardrobe for the bucket hat that Kyouka bought him as a gift. It’s black, with white detailing, and would definitely suit Akutagawa well. 

inevitable dwindling; awakening metampsychosis sskk commission by the wonderful @iwachansarm <3

[aurorah-eart]

we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again

shin soukoku

1.8k, one-shot

post-canon, bsd 123, shippy gen

They, of course, bickered the whole time. (But the weretiger looks at him now, in a way that feels far less adjacent to I fucking hate you, and far more adjacent to I think I respect you, as you respect me. He does not know how to process it, so he simply takes what he can get. He’d burn the universe down all over again, if it would guarantee the weretiger’s safety.)

or: akutagawa watches the full moon and thinks of somebody who he used to want dead. and gets a job.

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[aurorah-eart]

to know each other is to know oneself

shin soukoku

2 chapters, ongoing

post-canon, mission-turned-vacation, ability issues

“I saw it,” the weretiger says, quiet. His eyes are closed when Akutagawa turns back, bandages clasped in his hands and gripping so tightly he can feel the gauze rubbing against his skin. “I saw all of it, Akutagawa.” “What are you rabbiting on about now?” Akutagawa asks quietly, breathlessly. He sinks back to his knees, in front of the weretiger, and begins his process of wrapping his torso. “What did you see?” The weretiger snaps his eyes open, tilting his head. “Do you know what is before the core of amenogozen?” “I was not gifted enough to be in attendance.”

or: atsushi loses control of his ability and the logical solution is to go on a trip with the guy who you just had some weird mutual life saving experience with, right? (ft. dazai scheming, a little bit of patching up, some very weird sskk conversations and general domestic fluff-ish)

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[aurorah-eart]

all is finally quiet

shin soukoku

one-shot, 2.5k

post-121.5, a mystering thing called "the heart"

“The tea is gross,” the weretiger states, a playfully disgusted look on his face. “Thank you.” “My apologies,” Akutagawa returns sardonically. “Next time, I’ll ensure I hire tea service when you throw me into a safe house that belongs to your wretched agency.” “No need to be a bastard,” the weretiger grimaces. “I didn’t blame you.”

or: in a safe house, in the dead of the night, sskk talk. kinda.

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[aurorah-eart]

(through the looking glass)

cheng xiaoshi & qiao ling | one-shot | 1.2k | teen

written as part of @sgdlraction for @rose-tinted-vision <3

Only a year separates them in age. Qiao Ling reminds herself of this as she holds Cheng Xiaoshi’s small head in her hands. She repeats it in her head as her thumbs brush away his stray tears. She thinks about it over and over as Cheng Xiaoshi hides himself in the crook of her neck and sobs softly. Cheng Xiaoshi is nine years old and Qiao Ling is ten years old, and yet sometimes that gap feels so large.

or: qiao ling and cheng xiaoshi, through the years

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