#soukokuweek2017

[maownah]

Soukoku Week: Day 2 – Spring / 「That’s what being a partner means, right?」 – Dazai Osamu, Chapter 11

[akuijuu-blog]

SKK Week 2017 ♥ Day 3; “Your goody-two-shoes act always puts me off.” -- Nakahra Chuuya, chapter. 31

And I'm playing catch up! I thought about trying something simple, this time... and then this came out. I'm really tempted to colour it, as well...

[sinicitasartworks]

INKTOBER Challenge Day 10 : “Hollywood Undead - Bullet” ... So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow! Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow! My legs are dangling off the edge, The bottom of the bottle is my only friend. I think I'll slit my wrist again, And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone! My legs are dangling off the edge, A stomach full of pills didn't work again. I put a bullet in my head, And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone! ~ ❣ Want to see the speeddrawing? -> https://youtu.be/A33QTdhjkk8

[athina39]

soukokuweek, fic updates

soukokuweek is a good reason to rise up from the ashes, i think. please see below for the (long) list of my fics for y'all. #soukokuweek2017 day 01 :: sartorialism title :: patchwork summary :: It starts out as a whim. [aka, mafia!dazai wants chuuya as his personal tailor] day 01 :: sartorialism + sheep song title :: wrap your heart summary :: On one hand, men supposedly give clothes as gifts because they want the pleasure of stripping the gift out of the recipient. On another hand, everyone stage-whispers around him that Dazai’s having fun dressing up his dog. day 02 ::  spring + partner title :: day in the life summary :: Chuuya's birthday this year falls on a Saturday. day 03 :: goody two-shoes + "historical" AU title :: two in many summary :: Dazai and Chuuya meets each other much later in life. [aka, what if they weren't soukoku? / alternate first meeting AU] day 04 :: memento mori + chase my wish title :: perish with grace summary ::  Chuuya’s an assassin, the best of his kind. He ends up acquiring an apprentice in the most unorthodox way: killing the young man’s family. [aka assassin!Chuuya + teenage!Dazai] day 05 :: horror AU title :: hunted summary ::  It's supposed to be a silly dare. [Haunted House AU] day 05 :: horror AU + darkness my sorrow title :: as long as you're mine summary :: He takes care of him. [Kidnapping AU] day 07 :: free day title :: lovers upon a battlefield summary :: Chuuya wakes up in a locked room filled with other killers. Dazai, who slept with him the night before, ends up being dragged to the mess. [Battle Royale AU] #other fics, posted under anon (so i guess it's now considered de-anoned?)

title :: This Way Lies Madness summary ::  It’s supposed to be simple. Go in, hand over the questionnaires, wait a few minutes, take the answered questionnaires, get the fuck out. Chuuya should have known, with his shitty luck, that nothing’s ever going to be simple for him. [Prison AU] [—the one where Chuuya inadvertently catches the attention of quite possibly the worst serial killer in history, Dazai] [—police-trainee!Chuuya, inmate!Dazai] title :: the greatest love story (n)ever told summary :: Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya's love story in the eyes of many. [social media + courtroom drama + multiple/outsider pov + rashomon style fic] July 8, 2018 – Monday Edition – Yokohama Times      Yokohama Ripper’s Final Victim Finds Solace in the Hands of the Ripper’s Lawyer!  SPOTTED: Yokohama Ripper’s Defense Lawyer Fyodor Dostoevsky being cozy with said Ripper’s victim, Nakahara Chuuya. The two have been seen enjoying late night dinner and wine at MUTEKIROU last Friday, not even a week after Nakahara has been discharged from the hospital. Nakahara has been found disemboweled inside the Ripper’s – Dazai Osamu’s – apartment last June 19, while Dostoevsky has been personally requested by the Ripper to replace his state-appointed defense lawyer, despite the two supposedly having zero contact previously.   Sakaguchi from the prosecution’s side has not yet released a statement about their potential star witness cozying up with the other camp. There has been rampant speculation as to why Nakahara has repeatedly refused requests from the prosecution to serve as their star witness. Is this budding love affair the reason why? Let us know your thoughts in the comments! title :: together, we fall summary ::  Meet Chuuya, the ex-thug (i'm not a goddamn fucking thug, you bastard) who makes the most delicious food this side of Yokohama. [Coffeeshop AU] [or, Dazai & Chuuya run away from the Port Mafia together and open a café] title :: i'll give you my heart :: final chapter posted! summary ::  Chuuya’s aware of the rumors, ever since his mother fled from the mafia, ever since his father brought back a second son after chasing her down. Everyone says that Dazai is the better choice for the heir, since he has inherited the Boss’s cruelty and cunning, while the first son has only inherited beauty from his mother.  Chuuya’s aware of their plans to assassinate him during his coming-of-age ceremony so that the proper heir can be welcomed. Which is why he’s surprised when Dazai pledges loyalty to him instead, opting to become his bodyguard and right-hand man. [Bodyguard!Dazai + Mafia!Chuuya AU] title :: this is how the world ends summary ::  Chuuya wakes up to a world where he witnesses Yokohama’s most beloved couple – Dazai and Oda, also known as soukoku – complete their good deed for the day, holding hands as they do so. Chuuya wakes up to a world where—he’s supposed to be fighting Russian Fy o d—no, he’s supposed to be the benevolent boss of the Port Mafia. Wakes up to a world where everything is—wrong.  [—the one where someone uses the Book and subsequently fucks the world up] [ps, the "sequel"/fyodor & dazai pov is 33% finished. it will be titled this is how your heart breaks]

[aja154ever]

How to Hate Nakahara Chuuya

Summary:  When things don’t go as planned, Dazai’s actions speak louder than words.

Read this on ao3 here

Yayyy! It’s finally up! My first (and probably the last) fic I’ve ever written. I honestly don’t write any form of literary piece but I just felt like contributing for Soukoku week. (This is late but I finished this on the last day but foolish me didn’t know that it takes time to create an ao3 account)

I love Soukoku sooooo much - they have been my constant source of happiness for the past months because real life is just too angsty. 

I strongly campaign for the happiness of this two and somehow felt sad with the 1:20 fluff:angst fanfic ratio in Soukoku week (lol it’s not like that’s unexpected). I love the fandom, I love you really, dear artists and writers, but why do we “celebrate” like this lolol. So I ended up providing the fluff I’ve been looking for, poor me!

I hope you enjoy this. I warmly welcome comments! THANK YOU!

[doubleblacked]

[Day 01] You were my—

Day 01: Ah, heart, that believes in others more than itself.

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[You were my—]

Dazai Osamu is twelve years old and he cannot fall in love. Even as the new addition to the growing organization he’s been a member of since his first decade on this world clutches at the hem of Ane-san’s kimono, and his russet hair looking so awfully soft and he thinks of giving in to the temptation of feeling the curls in his palms. Even as said new addition quivers as he passes Mori-sensei and spares no second glance to the man with aura as intimidating as all the people he has ever met in his short life combined. Even if his small figure will definitely be lost in a sea of unfamiliar and evil faces in the Port Mafia. Even if there’s absolutely nothing special with a child who looks as if he cannot break a few bones, another 12-year old who’s normal and boring and broken and certainly won’t even last the mafia long—either he die or miraculously leave, there is no in between.

He’s Dazai Osamu and he cannot fall in love. So he convinces himself that he doesn’t think of his eyes, the bluest he has ever seen, that even the sky and ocean will be nothing compared to its beauty. He doesn’t acknowledge the taste of Chuuya’s name in his lips, and definitely not the way the redhead will pause once in a while when he doesn’t know what to say. (Especially in the Mafia, choose the wrong words and you’re good as dead, a lesson Ane-san must have taught him) He doesn’t think of how soft his porcelain skin is, and the awe he felt the first time he saw the manifestation of his ability. And he absolutely doesn’t cloud his thoughts, and compared Chuuya’s existence to the vast flower fields, as pristine as ever, in the middle of winter.

(He cannot fall in love, simply because he is Dazai.)

Dazai Osamu is fifteen years old and he cannot fall in love. Mori-sensei once told him of a tragic story of a monster who fell in love, but got killed by the same love in return. He’s told Dazai of how love isn’t love and it’s cruel concept that only foolish people would fall into, and he expected more from Dazai to never, not even once, think of being deceived by this despicable thing called love. The Mafia doesn’t tolerate romance, much less between its members. Its either kill that love—or kill the person he has feelings for.

So he continues to listen to Mori-sensei’s reminders, to watch the way his mentor slowly traces his torso with scalpel with a huge unforgiving smirk. Cruelly, his warnings were carved into every part of his head, until he learned to accept every scar and bruise and let Mori say as he please. Hirotsu-san said the same thing once Dazai jokingly asked him if he had ever fallen in love. “This dirty work is my lover.” He remembered him saying, “It should be yours too.”

So even if Chuuya worriedly glances over him once in a while, or puts blanket over his—he thinks—sleeping figure, too worn out after a dangerous mission, he thinks of it as no more than a co-workers’ treatment. There is nothing between them, nothing in the way he whispers Chuuya’s name when no one is listening, or the way he absentmindedly smiles at the thought of Chuuya’s hair, his eyes, his hair, his everything.

(Ever since then, he believed everyone who told him he cannot fall in love.

He believed he isn’t capable of loving

And he murdered his heart that said otherwise.)

Dazai Osamu is seventeen years old and he shouldn’t fall in love. Chuuya is fiery, bold and still as angry and small. They’re called Soukoku now, a powerful team who destroyed an enemy organization in one night. They’re even sharing an apartment now—for convenience, especially when they’re needed in missions—and Dazai can’t help but think he won’t mind waking up to Chuuya’s cooking everyday. He won’t mind stirring coffee and insulting his fashion sense every chance he gets. Every once in a while, he continues to remind himself, he shouldn’t fall in love. He’s Dazai Osamu, he can never fall in love. But at this rate, he feels there’s no other way out.

Dazai Osamu is eighteen years old and he has to grow out of this love. There comes the panic and realizations and all the ugly—beautiful—things he shouldn’t be feeling. Chuuya doesn’t seem to feel the same way, or at least, that’s what he believes in. He drowns but it’s the only time where he can breathe. The water tastes of Nakahara Chuuya, and he finds himself welcoming them all in his lungs. He tastes exhaustion and fear, the first time in his existence. Most of all, he remembered Mori’s teachings.

He cannot kill his love Chuuya, or Chuuya either. So he results to the only choice he has since the beginning. If the Mafia doesn’t tolerate love, maybe it’s the Mafia which is wrong for him. Not love, never love, especially not his love for Nakahara Chuuya. So in the darkness of the night, he disappeared along with the universe in his eyes.

(He’s eighteen years old when he betrayed the only love he has ever known.)

(Four years later, he will meet his love for the second time…and lose it, again. It doesn’t matter, anyway. He’s Dazai Osamu and he’s twenty-two years when he realizes he has to wait for another lifetime to finally be with his love. At the same year, he finally admits, maybe he should have believed his heart more.)

[—mistake]

[dreamingofastory]

Soukoku week 2017 Title: The snow which fell on me… Author: RatonLaveur Prompt: Inspirations from real life authors (day 6)

[junk0u]

Soukoku Week: Day 7: Free Day

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Dazai: Hey Chuuya, I heard something interesting today. Do you know what the strongest creature is?

Chuuya: Huh? What?

Dazai: A wife. (Referring to Chuuya)

Chuuya may or may not have thrown that knife after.

[soukokuweek]

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[akuijuu-blog]

SKK week 2017 ♥ Day 4;  ONCE AGAIN, I CHASE MY WISH THAT SLIPS THROUGH – EIEN MISUI NI GOOD BYE 

A simple piece; but a piece that I felt conveyed those slipping emotions.

[akuijuu-blog]

SKK week 2017 ♥ Day 05;  “ I’LL PUSH MYSELF TO THE LIMIT AND DYE EVERYTHING JET-BLACK” – DARKNESS MY SORROW

Yes, I am aware I am about two days late. Let me live.

[sinicitasartworks]

Soukoku Week Day 5 – Horror AU / 「I’ll push myself to the limit and dye everything jet-black」 – DARKNESS MY SORROW

[akuijuu-blog]

SKK week 2017 ♥ Day 06;  ‘ PERHAPS IT DESCRIBES THE SITUATION MORE TO SAY THAT I WAS 'LOOKED AFTER’. – NO LONGER HUMAN

Something simple. Time crunches.

[dreamingofastory]

Soukoku week 2017 Title: to fall for, to be fallen for Author: RatonLaveur Prompt: Dazai’s quote (day 6)

[junk0u]

Soukoku Week: Day 6; Inspiration from real life authors/ “Perhaps it describes the situation more to say that I was ‘looked after.’ No Longer Human.

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I’m reading The Plague by Albert Camus right now, so I haven’t gotten far, but I finished The Stranger not too long ago. 

[junk0u]

Soukoku Week: Day 1; Satorialism/“Ah, heart that believes in others more than itself.” Sheep Song

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Leaving it super sketchy-like since I know if I do more, I’m going to regret it. Even at the inking I already regret it. OTL