Hey so you said snow white skk and I am invested now. Pls pls pls I need all the details 😭🙏
Oh my gosh, how would I even go about trying to answer this? I’m so happy you’re interested and invested in them. Ahhhh!!! Where do I begin?
Um, maybe I can share the links to the fic (it’s started!) and the ficlets that I’ve written about them already (they’ll show up in the fic eventually), and a quick concept? Please note that the following may contain spoilers.
Darling, Some Things Are Meant To Be
The fic is a spin on the fairytale based on Snow White because, as we know, Dead Apple Dazai rearranges everyone’s brain cells when he said, “That was quite a violent way to wake up Snow White.” Our dearest Prince. (That line grabs me by the neck every single time).
In my fic, we have Prince Chuuya x Prince Dazai. Two princes from different upbringings are brought together by fate and prophetic dreams. It’s a story about love, and a lot of trials, hurt, angst, comfort, and healing. There's soulmatism, silliness, waltzing... and of course, it wouldn't be Snow White without fairy tale creatures and the bitten apple.
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Quick Summary (otherwise I yap endlessly)
Prince Chuuya is the Prince of everyone’s dream, kind, hardworking, but really, he seeks to find one person and one person only, and it’s the person who sings to him in his dreams.
Prince Dazai, on the other hand, doesn’t quite have the same happy lifestyle… His Kingdom is secretive, as are the secrets that happen in his family. No one has ever met him before, and he's hardly seen by his villagers… He's always been kept hidden away by shame.
Until one day, Prince Chuuya finds Dazai after he’s run away from home one day in the forest while he's out practicing hunting, and then their story begins.
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Snowzai Ficlets
Some of the Snowzai stuff that I have written has been in response to @anticidic’s writing challenges, so a lot of it is inspired by her and whatever Snowzai art I can find + Ardeidae's Snowzai I received as a gift <3! I hope you have fun reading them!
(I wish I could share the MASSIVE and I mean MASSIVE DOC I have of just ideas, thoughts, and all things them that I've talked with Rosie about… I mean, I can send it if you want it. I just feel like I'm a librarian dumping a bunch of notes and books on your desk lol. ☺️)
Fairytale AU where Dazai is Snow White and Chuuya's the prince kinda taking up a lot of headspace ngl
Dazai with a little red ribbon in his hair, frolicking in the meadows by the queen's castle and garnering the attention of the wildlife. Sitting by a bubbling brook and listening to the deer stamp through the water, rabbits scurry into bushes, and birds perch on trees—one of them landing on his head as he sings.
Sings about death. For himself. But the animals are none-the-wiser, they just hear the soft singing of someone at peace as he sprawls out in a field and gazes upon the sky.
Chuuya, bow and arrows slung over his shoulder as he set out into the forest to practice archery, is very confused when he hears someone singing about death. He steps through bushes into a clearing expecting a grisly scene, but it's just a bandaged young man gazing longingly down at a bunny sitting in front of him.
Chuuya's not sure who he feels more sorry for—the animals for not understanding anything other than a sweetly woven melody pleasant to the ears or the one singing. It's all very, very strange. The sun's shining, he feels it tickle his cheeks. Flowers across the rainbow dance in the breeze. What a beautiful day for something so sad. But he's intrigued.
He does not practice archery that day. They return to their castles by nightfall, but it is just the beginning.
and a bonus sketch of my bsd oc crim cus i love them and wanna share them with everyone :3
Mely, his chibi form GAH MY HEARTTTTTTTT The FLOOF of his dressssssssss omg it's like growing three sizes each time I get a new snowzai from you <3 THANK YOU!!! (I've been sharing your snowzai doodles with Rosie too, and she's SCREAMING WITH US :3)
Here's another little wip snip about Chuuya thinking about his Prince :)
bonus sketch of my bsd oc crim -> OH, a bsd oc? Hello?! I love their look! Are they a human OC like a daily inhabitant of Yokohama, or are we talking about an ability user? What ability could they have... I wonder? Hmmm... They seem like the intellectual type. Kind of like a sneaky intelligence officer type (cough) no shade to ango (cough). They look good!
though i just realized that my half filipino dazai headcanon dosnt really work with this au :(
I've opened and closed my Tumblr many times because I still can't believe MY EYES!!! (Let’s ignore the fact that I gatekept him for three days FOR MY EYES ONLY BECAUSE INSPIRATION TOOK OVER)
MELODY, HE'S SO AHHHHHHHH AND IN COLOR AHHHHHHHHHH!!! I'M I'M - THE GOWN, THE RIBBONS, THE BLUSH
Because you gifted me a drawing, I uno reverse… take a wip snip in return 🥹
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Ohhhhhhhh, that is so tough. I prefer to see him as a switchzai! But if I HAVE to choose a preference, I would pick Topzai!
Even more Snow White!Dazai and Prince!Chuuya. Dazai happens to know a thing or two about flowers. And plants. The whole forest. Chuuya tests that.
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Chuuya dug his fingers into the soft earth. It smelled of fresh rain and faintly floral, his hand grazing against something soft when he grabbed and pulled.
It did not budge.
He pulled harder until a vine snapped and gave way, and crumpled in his palm were the roots of a flower with soft blue petals.
"What do you think you're doing ripping out the flowers, huh? They just started to bloom with the nice weather and you're destroying things already!"
Oh. He did not like the look Dazai gave him—a cross between a playful pout meaning Dazai was joking and meant nothing of it, and the tiniest tinge of annoyance. Chuuya worried that annoyance had some truth to it with the way Dazai's gaze fiercely bored into his own.
Then came the arms crossed at the chest. A tiny, but sharp exhale through the nose.
Uh oh. He might be a little mad. But it was too late for Chuuya to replant the poor little flower as he looked down at it and noticed how it had already started to curl up and shrivel at the roots. The same ones he yanked out carelessly.
"Oops—"
"Chuu-uuuya," Dazai started, clicking his tongue, "do you know what you just did? You ripped out a hydrangea. They stand for gratitude, and that's the thanks you show it?"
So, maybe he was in deeper water now, like way past the knees. Almost totally underwater. Someone should just pull him all the way down at this rate. He couldn't bear to keep looking at Dazai and how the stare burned. But also, Dazai's lips twitched faintly—maybe half an eye blink's worth—and Chuuya thought he imagined it. Maybe he did. Dazai was a statue, but Chuuya flinched.
"When I head back to the village, I can get some seeds from one of the vendors that hangs out in the town center no problem. I'll plant a new bush, and it'll be good as new."
He waited with bated breath and nervously glanced back at Dazai after several seconds too long of silence and the wind current between them. Then, he saw a smile. It reached Dazai's eyes, and any traces of irritation melted away, leaving behind a soft look of adoration.
But Dazai tsked again and looked down at the flowers growing between them, around them, everywhere in the whole forest ever since the spring thaw arrived. His hands moved in a blur, weaving vines together that Chuuya couldn't make sense of except for the dash of colors across the rainbow Dazai cradled so gently unlike the flower he destroyed with his own two hands.
"You really know a lot about flowers," Chuuya said with a hint of awe. He knew the usual species that grew around his kingdom, but despite only being a river away, the fields surrounding Dazai's kingdom were abound with stranger, more vibrant plants. Almost neon-like that could rival the sun's intensity.
A hand entered his vision and fingers brushed against his ear. He felt his hair being tucked behind it and Dazai holding out a particular flower. Pink and soft. Like the soft baby blue he ruined. He could still—
Dazai placed it behind Chuuya's ear with a light smile before he sat on his knees again. He tilted his head to the side, and his curls framed his face with a curious look.
"What's that look for?"
"Pink suits you," Dazai said, his smile growing wider.
"I'm more of a red guy, I'd like to think, but…"
Dazai shushed him with a finger. "Pink suits you," he repeated confidently. "Do you know what flower that is?"
"I know it's not a rose, and I know it's not a daffodil."
Stifling a laugh behind a hand, Dazai shook his head. "Duh, daffodils aren't pink. At least, not the ones that grow around us. But maybe we can grow some." His eyes fluttered, his features softening with a look bordering on fondness. "That's a carnation. It means, "I love you.'"
