#skk ask game

[shortkingkenny]

19, lots of vinegar please

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

[askchuuyanakahara]

chopchop its time to tell the truth :3

Chuuya: "My buttons weren't working, idiot. I couldn't have won that bet and you know it!"

Chuuya: "Don't just ignore this, oi."

Chuuya: "..."

Chuuya: ".. fine."

Dazai: "..."

[originalartblog]

your skk is so real and true to me. like its Them

this is such a great thing to hear I'm ✨🥺✨

I like to think I can mostly keep them in a permanent "status: ????". is it romantic? is it platonic? could it be both at the same time? perhaps queerplatonic would be a better term? I don't know you're the reader you tell me. The important part is that they got each other's back and can be stupid together and perhaps get their dose of cuddling while they're at it because they need it. Whether they kiss or not is so secondary to me but I NEED them to yearn for each other's company in big and small ways both.

[soukokumychildren]

Asagiri.....you have some explaining to do???

found this on pintrest....goes insane

Kafka….my god, Kafka. I understand you want to appease us lusting westerners. But Jesus they’re *gay* and I don’t say that lightly to ANYTHING. Oh my god *rubs temples*

How has he not realized this? Or is he doing this on purpose?? GAHHHH

[anticidic]

Many a moons we have spoken,

Stories told with our emotions,

Passing glances and sunshine eyes,

Tell me the thoughts you picturize?

"Every song, every sunset, it all just reminds me of you."

“You and me. Together.”

He was young and it was summer when they were down by the water, hand-in-hand. Dazai looked distant, casting his gaze out to the lonely sea with such longing that it smelled strongly of salt and felt like the seaweed slime washing ashore. Chuuya got down on one knee and cupped his hands around sand. Warm. The grains slipped from between his fingers the same way opportunities and the concept of them slipped from their future. The past. The present. And the future. Infinite possibilities condensed into a single moment beneath the sun with a flock of seagulls circling above, searching for a place to roost. The waters lapped at their feet and soaked their toes.

He held Dazai's hand a little tighter. Because if he didn't, Dazai might drift out to sea and be lost like all the other sunken ruins and forgotten treasures down, down at the bottom of the ocean. The way Dazai looked at him and the way Dazai felt—felt so right and looked positively brimming with adoration by evening but by day poisoned with envy—Chuuya ached. Envy for what he couldn't be, but it mattered not to Chuuya. He cared not for what Dazai could never be. He loved what was.

Then, he caught a whiff of cinnamon: reminding him of some bygone spring when they took a dive. Chuuya surfaced first with a gasp, sucking breath into his lungs and coughing out water. To his left, nothing. To his right, bubbles on the surface. A reflection of messy brown curls. Then a hand on his ankle.

It pulled him down under.

Chuuya fought to keep his eyes open underwater, but the salt stung. Almost too much. Dazai held a finger to his mouth. Be quiet. If he could speak. And then a playful smile with hidden intent played on his lips and Chuuya understood.

When they resurfaced, they heard the faraway calling of Chuuya's parents. The king and queen. Wanting their prince back at home. Safe and sound. Where he belonged and where Dazai did not and never would. Dazai was a worker at the end of the day, in suit and tie with tray in hand going around asking members of royal families the same, persistent question: "Refreshments?"

The sun tickled his cheeks with a pleasant warmth. This was their little secret, after all. The same secret they planted and protected from the snow and flooding rains. The secret that blossomed and became soft as rose petals and embraced them in longing. The longing smelled of apricot among the reeds. Of dozens of little fireflies half past dusk. And they were gazing up at a starless sky on a hill with the grass beneath them, bodies touching.

“Chuuya!”

This time, his father called. They always called for him, but never for Dazai.

At the end of the day, Chuuya and Dazai were one. Two entwined souls torn apart by day that always found their way back to one another after sunset.

Dazai was the world by day. Needed. With great expectations upon his shoulders that he sometimes tired of them all. But he lived for watering the garden beneath Chuuya's balcony if only to listen in on the prince humming the quietest melody whisked away on the wind.

By night, he became nothing. An exhaled afterthought once the king and queen put their heads on their pillows and the lights went out.

And by night, he became Chuuya’s everything.

“Forever?”

Home. There was a time when Chuuya wouldn't question that word. Home was here, where his mother and father were. But now? Everything was different. Draped in absence, void, memories of the past. He would never see his mother again fixing her hair at the dressing table. No one browsing old books in father's study. And in the hallways, there was only the spirit of the carefree child who now tried to find himself in a new reality.

“And ever. And ever.”

[whathorselegs]

For the WIP game

✨ Warmth ✨ The word itself is so cozy so I'm sure (hope) the fic is too! :D

Warmth

The rustling came from behind him again. The noise of restless limbs shifting under sheets followed by an exaggerated huffing grated on his ears. Chuuya closed his eyes tighter, frowning. He’d been ignoring all of Dazai’s fidgeting for God knows how long now, mostly because he knew the other man was doing it on purpose to get his attention.

Another whiny sigh came from the other side of the bed. Chuuya wouldn’t be surprised if he turned over to see Dazai with his hand to his head, looking like some forlorn Victorian lady with a very delicate disposition from a bad tv drama.

“Just go to sleep.” Chuuya mumbled through gritted teeth.

“I can’t, I’m cold!” Dazai complained, kicking his feet like a child and pulling the covers further down the bed in the process. “And Chuuya’s mean, keeping all his warmth to himself, pushing me away all the time.”

At this Chuuya flipped over so he could glare at the other man. “If you didn’t want pushing away, you shouldn’t have woken me up with your damn frozen feet on my back!”

Dazai puffed out his cheeks, mostly so he could attempt to hide the grin that started to form at the memory of his little prank. He folded his arms across his chest, looking away. “Not my fault you’re always so warm. You're like a little heatable teddy, you're lucky I don't stuff you in a microwave. How was I supposed to know you’d wake up?”

Sitting up, Chuuya took the opportunity to throw his pillow at Dazai. Dazai let it hit him, yelping as if Chuuya had thrown a brick. “By having some fucking common sense!” 

Common sense, now there was a joke. If Chuuya had more of it, he would have continued ignoring Dazai, he would have made him sleep on the sofa, in the real cold.

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Yeees, cozy,,,, that's definitely what's going on here sdfghjk

[zukkaoru]

I think i forgot to send you some the other day and i definitely meant to so. Hi<3

15 + skk or kunizai (or kunichuuzai) up to you!

23 + chuuran

hello! i come bearing gifts!! chuuran first and the other one is under the cut bc it is. slightly more m-rated lol

chuuran + a kiss influenced by alcohol

This is a bad idea.

Chuuya knows this is a bad idea. But their common sense is clouded by alcohol and Ranpo was staring them down with those stupid green eyes, like he was trying to undress them from across the room, and fuck.

Chuuya groans as he bites down on their lip. They have him pinned against the wall, but that hasn’t stopped Ranpo from acting like he still has the upper hand. Like this is exactly what he wanted.

Chuuya knows they’ve played directly into his trap, but it feels too good to stop now.

“You are so goddamn annoying,” they grumble between kisses, voice nothing more than a harsh whisper against Ranpo’s smiling lips. “I hate you.”

“Mhm,” Ranpo hums. “That must be why you want me so bad right now.”

“Shut the hell up.”

“Make me.”

And oh, that is a challenge Chuuya most certainly will not back down from.

-

skk + a kiss along the hips

“Chuuya…” Dazai murmurs, tightening their grip on his hair. They don’t pull him back, though, so Chuuya continues carefully unwinding the bandages wrapped around their thigh.

“Is there something you want?”

Dazai whines.

“Sorry,” Chuuya smiles, “I can’t understand you if you won’t use your words.”

“Chuuya!”

Chuuya laughs. Having finished with the bandages, he tosses them aside. Then, he presses his lips to Dazai’s hip bone. Too soft to fully satiate them but enough to soothe them for the moment. “Be patient,” he instructs. “It’s not my fault you feel the need to mummify yourself.”

“Chuuya’s being so mean!”

Chuuya kisses them again through a teasing grin. “I think you like it, though.”

Dazai doesn’t argue. When Chuuya glances up, he finds their face is flushed all the way to the tips of their ears.

They’ve only just started, but he’s having so much fun already.

[kauenelikha]

“Apartement Bois” because why did you misspell both of them Ik it’s on purpose but my brain is screaming-

ANYWAY LYYYYY

Omg okay, I had french as a subject in school for like 6 years and in french it's spelled appartement. And for some reason my brain decided that it's gonna be aprtement in english even if I haven't touched french in years so that spelling is a genuine mistake. Bois was deliberate.

So this one's a cyberpunk AU and teen!skk live in an apartment together and that's all I can disclose for now.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit. Chuuya’s gonna kill Tachihara. His information was wrong, he said he’d triple checked it and it’s still fucking wrong. Now him and Dazai are playing catch with an unknown energy core while running from the Port Mafia. Dazai’s prosthetic eye glows gold everytime he holds it. They have no idea what the thing is other than the fact that the Mafia went through great lengths to get it. And now they've stolen it. It most definitely isn't the new shipment of lathe batteries for the factory. Tachihara is so dead.

This is the only coherent part I have rn lol.

[calmlb]

saw unhinged dark era dazai character bingo, so how about beast dazai or 15 dazai, the two unhingiest of the dazai's

BESTIE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME 😭💔 they both make me so sad but lately im in a beast mood so i’ll have to go with beastzai

unhinged character bingo

[msshinylemon]

TRICK OR TREATTT GIMME SOMETHING GOOD TO EATTT (please)

A sneak peek of a WIP I'm working on :3 ----

Dazai gasps, entranced as he watches Chuuya fight before him.

The other boy grins, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he fought knowing full well he would be the one to win. Dazai watches as he jumps, kicks, and easily dodges. Effortlessly maneuvering around their enemies with an easiness that could only come with years of experience. Lips curled, his eyes burning bright, and all Dazai could do was watch.

He looks alive in every way that Dazai is not.

He wonders what it would be like to feel that, to own that feeling. He wonders if someone like him could have something like that.

Dazai sees him.

Not a monster.

Not a god.

Just a boy.

A human.

“… demon,” Chuuya hisses behind him. The mafia grunts follow Dazai, ready to finish off the GSS just as ordered. Dazai didn’t bother turning around. Chuuya wouldn’t be the first to think of him in such a way, nor would he be the last.

He ignores the sting in his chest.

“…Bring it on, then…”

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Inbox trick or treat

[kiksniko]

1 and …7 >:3c for the artist ask game!!

1. how would you describe your style

i don't really have a consistent art style if i'm being honest JSDHBKSN the best thing i can say is that it tastes like rock candy :]

7. show us a WIP

i will do you one better and show snippets of a comic that i don't know whether i'll finish or not! i sketched it out when i first got into bsd but kinda lost motivation to finish it lmao.... maybe some day...

[shortkingkenny]

18, 23, 25 for the violent ask game :33

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

tweek bike actually I think we're collectively opening our hearts up to that one.

you know, I'm gonna say fandom is sleeping on a trove of excellent fic. I often see the same few recommended over and over again (depending on the ship) and don't get me wrong, they're great stories! but a lot has been written since then (talking like 2009 - 2015 or so, the era I most often seen rec'd). always happy to see initiative taken to share more stories. I need to be better about it myself.

also dad Cartman. please fandom please show me and write me more Cartman father I need to see him

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

shut up about kyman shut up about kyman shut up about kyman!!! we get it you don't like it. filter the tag!! use the block button!! stop harassing people!! kyman didn't kill your mom it's just a ship

I answered 23 here!

thank you islaaaaa :creglick:

[nevertheblood]

Trick or treat!

HIIIIII thank you for the ask <33

I remember that you liked love in the vein 👀 so I bring some WIP from the same royalty AU-verse... technically it is an epilogue to the whole fic but I don't know if I'll ever get so far as to publish everything (there's a lot of fantasy politics shenanigans involving Verlaine and a GREAT deal of angst before we get to happily married adult skk....) so just in case it never makes it out there into the world, here's some fluffy pregchuu smut !!

[NSFW, trans male chuuya, pregnant sex, mentions of improper binding (due to historical setting), probably the soppiest most saccharine nonsense you've ever read in your life but I NEED THEM TO BE HAPPY.... they go through a lot.... that I didn't write yet 😭]

anyways pls enjoy your treat!! happy early halloween 🎃🕸️🍬👻

The servants know by now to leave their chambers well alone at this hour. This time, after the sun has climbed above the horizon but before the bell in the banquet hall sounds for breakfast, is all theirs. As far as they’re concerned, within those precious hours, aeons could pass, their kingdom could rise or fall outside the bedroom door, and they would be none the wiser; lost in their own domain, the wonderland of one another.

Once, when they were much younger, still in the process of learning how to love, Dazai had said I want to kiss you everywhere. When we’re married, I promise I will. The list of Dazai’s sins is probably longer than he would like to admit, but he doesn’t break his promises to Chuuya. Not anymore, not ever again.

Today, Chuuya’s skin is sun-warmed, sweat-salted, and Dazai’s mouth maps the curves and hollows of his body with practiced cleverness.

“Do you know,” Dazai says, his breath a caress on Chuuya’s hipbone, “Why I first fell in love with you?”

“Why?” Chuuya replies, in the half-attentive tone of someone who’s sort of heard this story before but really wouldn’t mind hearing it again. Dazai, of course, indulges him.

“You were always—” he presses a kiss to the place where Chuuya’s hip and thigh meet, and Chuuya shivers, “—so full—” another kiss, this time closer to the inner thigh, “—of life.”

Chuuya laughs quietly. “Is that what you’d call it?” “Obviously.” For once, Dazai’s tone is completely serious. “It can’t have been easy, to find out in your mid-teens that you weren’t what the world had told you you were. But the whole time, you were so… so bright. You burned through the hardship, like a little phoenix. It was beautiful.”

“You had your own hardships,” Chuuya says softly, “And they were very different from mine.” “I know,” Dazai says, “But seeing you… it made me want to live, too. Like you wanted to live.” Chuuya looks at him, from where he’s lying back against the pillows. “This was years ago,” he says. “Why are you telling me this now?” “You are more full of life now than ever,” Dazai answers quietly, before placing the gentlest of kisses on Chuuya’s stomach, “There is life growing in you. And I am so in love with you for it.”

Chuuya reaches out one hand to tangle in Dazai’s hair, teasing out the morning bedhead curls. “It gives you the will to live?” “Something like that.” “You want to know why I fell in love with you?” Dazai props himself up on his hands, holding himself carefully over Chuuya’s body, and shifts upwards on the bed, close enough that Chuuya can kiss his nose, which he does. “Tell me?”

“You like to think of yourself as a terrible person, but you aren’t. You’re actually rather selfless.” “Oh?” Dazai takes Chuuya’s hand where it’s resting next to his head, kisses his fingertips softly. “And what makes you such an impeccable judge of character?” “Despite everything,” Chuuya says, curling his fingers around Dazai’s, “That whole time, you loved me. I felt it so strongly. You hated yourself, you hated this world, so much, but you loved me.” Dazai smiles, a little ruefully. “I think that’s still true, actually.” “Stupid,” Chuuya says, flicking him in the head with one well-aimed finger. “This… almost-life that’s inside me. You put it there, didn’t you?”

Dazai rubs his forehead, disgruntled. “I sure hope it was me. What’s your point?” “You have such capacity for life, you suicidal idiot,” Chuuya says, folding his arms around Dazai’s neck, pulling him in closer, “And I won’t ever let you forget it.” “Enough philosophising, already,” Dazai says, sliding one hand under Chuuya’s thigh, squeezing in a way that makes Chuuya blush bright red, “Wasn’t I busy kissing you?” Chuuya splutters indignantly. “You started the philosophising, asshole.”

“Maybe I did. So what?” Sixteen years they’ve known each other, and Dazai’s favourite hobby is probably still finding new ways to get Chuuya riled up. “Shut up and kiss me before I wring your stupid neck.” Or maybe Dazai’s favourite hobby is kissing Chuuya. The jury is still out. “Gladly.” This time, his lips stay glued to Chuuya’s, while his hands do the wandering, letting his senses remind him of everything so tenderly familiar and everything so painfully new. For one thing, Chuuya is binding less frequently, these days, the changes in his body making everything just this side of too painful, and the tangible, ever-present lines on his skin around his ribs and underarms normally left by the press of the bandages are less noticeable to the touch. He’s put weight on, too, which he gripes about but Dazai adores, the way the smooth flesh around Chuuya’s waist, hips, thighs, dips and yields like warm clay under Dazai’s hands, every angle of his body turning softer, rounder.

Dazai is no cartographer, despite the hours his father and Kunikida had spent trying to teach him, but he’d gladly make a thousand charts of the topography of Chuuya’s body, his index and middle finger his compass, measuring each line and curve in perfect design.  His hand pauses at Chuuya’s bare hip, silently questioning. Chuuya seems to hear his request and parts his legs just a little, allowing his husband’s exacting hands to slide between his spread thighs. “Chuuya,” Dazai says, the name a sigh against their kiss, “First thing in the morning and you’re already so wet for me.”

“I dreamed of you,” Chuuya says, voice a little floaty like he’s still halfway in the dream itself. “Yeah?” Dazai teases him, fingertips circling where he knows Chuuya wants him to touch, “What happened?” “You bent me over the writing-desk and fucked me ‘til I screamed,” Chuuya says dreamily, “You haven’t been that rough with me in ages. You know I like it when you’re a little insane.”

Despite himself, Dazai feels just a touch guilty. “I--” “Hush,” Chuuya cuts him off, eyes soft. “I know why you’re treating me gently. I don’t mind it.” “It’s okay?” Dazai slips one finger inside, breath catching in his throat at the way Chuuya feels around him. “More than okay.” Chuuya makes a quiet ‘nn’ sound of pleasure, eyelids fluttering as Dazai crooks his finger. “Ah, please--”

Chuuya is beautiful like this, so beautiful. The way his hair falls over one shoulder, curling as it begins to stick to his skin, framing the healing bites and bruises Dazai’s already left along the column of his throat in bright orange like neat embroidery. The way he whimpers quietly, covering his mouth with the back of one hand, trying to act like he’s not quite so affected as he is by the curl of Dazai’s fingers inside. The way he moves his body, lifting his hips upwards, trying to fuck himself harder on Dazai’s hand, clinging tight to his husband, a life raft in the ocean of their bed. “Nnngh, Osamu,” Chuuya pants, and Dazai’s head still spins a little even though his first name has become much more common-use since their marriage, “Need you inside me.” And what kind of prince would Dazai be to deny his beloved consort anything?

[unicornpopcorn14]

lmao you tagged me for the WIP game the same time I tagged you and posted it

Anyways, Cpr, drowning fic please

IK it's crazy right xhdhdj

WIP Game

From: Cpr, drowning fic

I haven't yet gotten to either the drowning, or the cpr 😭😭 anyway yeah this has been in my drafts since January, which tells you how I have perfect time managment ✨

[soukokumychildren]

We've established Soukoku can dance, extremely well, but which style is their favorite?

Also I can't stop picturing them at a dance competition (maybe on a job or just because they can) and blowing everyone away with their skill.

:)

I was reintroduced to various dance styles and I’d say the Tango. But they do a lot of ballroom dance to sort of prove coordination for the sake of being partners, I guess, in a respectful manner?

Anyway yeah dancing au Soukoku has snatchedth my brain as well. We journey into its everlasting yawning depths together, mutual

[anticidic]

Oop wait I was supposed to send through an ask not comment hehe

Send an excerpt of wtf is this shit please dhhdhe I'd love to see it

And do warn me if it's Explicit, plz!

Nah, you're good, hehe. 👀 Nothing explicit, no worries!

But I am about to crush the soul out of you the same way I did myself when I came up with this:

I put it under the read more since it's really heavy on angst.

(character death warnings incoming)

what the fuck is this shit: it's a BEAST!SKK AU where both Chuuya and Dazai die. Chuuya dies trying to save Dazai from falling. It goes well until it doesn't and he remembers Dazai nullifies his ability.

I named it this because what the fuck was my brain on when it came up with this idea. It made me so sad so I gave it that title.

I did it. ...I did it... His chest still rose and fell in a slowed rhythm. He was receding. In the clutches of some indescribable, scattered emotion. A child. Descending. Becoming nothing. A persisting darkness. Dancing lights of pain. Chuuya wasted the last of his energy on a faint smile. “Don’t,” Atsushi said, his voice stern, “Don’t smile.” But he smiled himself like the hypocrite he was, voice trembling with every word. He was no king. Not even a king's man. Just a tin soldier about to burst the longer Chuuya looked up at him and the warmth left his body. From the corner of his eye, Dazai lay in a heap of clothing, motionless. Face down. Without strength, Chuuya could do no more than lay limp in Atsushi's arms as fine sea foam lashed his face, prickling his eyes. He did it. So that was what that emotion was, before. It was wishful thinking. And he wanted to scream, to tell Dazai to knock it off with the act already and get himself together. Wake up! Quit being so…so weak, but the words would not come out. Atsushi's voice grew softer, retreating underwater. Like he, too, was abandoning Chuuya, and the arms around him were one big, wonderful LIE. He thought it funny how things could change so quickly. How, one moment someone could feel so tall, so powerful, like they could crush the world in their hands if they tried, and the next the weight just became too much to bear. Maybe if he could reach out and turn Dazai over, his old partner would smile back up at him and claim this was all one, big elaborate joke. They'd go back to the end of summer, before this began and before oh, so many lives snuffed out. To the embrace before the hurting. They used to argue violently, loudly, until they were out of breath. But they persisted. Together. Despite everything. "I certainly don't feel like I've won. I feel like shit. All the time." Silence. A distant wind blew. He couldn't think of anything pretty to say except a fool's hope—his lips moving in silence. Even a doubt of it ached. Ten minutes. In ten minutes he lost the last person he could not bear to lose just as he lost the remains of himself. Funny, funny, funny. Dazai needed to knock it off already. They weren't done. His eyes closed for the last time.