“ Even Dazai Forgot To Breathe As He Watched The Storm That Was Chuuya Decimate The Battlefield “

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canon fyozai interaction

I've said this once and I'll say it again, dazai is the bottom with everyone but fyodor. he simply cannot outbottom him

help me revamp!!!!

the long-awaited revamp time!!

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more 15!skk

Chuuya: Im gonna kill you one day Dazai: *excited* Chuuya would!? Chuuya: You know what. Just for that, no I will never kill you. Dazai: *angry* I hate Chuuya! Chuuya: too bad! I will always be your partner and protect you! Dazai: *throwing a tantrum* why is Chuuya so mean to me! Chuuya: OUR SOULS WILL ALWAYS BE INTERTWINED Dazai: *offended* HOW DARE YOU Shirase: *absolutely baffled* what the actual fuck is going on

Do you think if Akutagawa wore a knitted jumper or scarf, Rashomon would manifest as big threads of yarn?

And if Atsushi saw this, would his cat tiger instincts take over and he'd just pounce on Rashomon?

And would Akutagawa pretend he's super annoyed by it, but continue to play fight Atsushi anyways for reasons?

Dazai: *sizes up chuuya* hmm I think I could take you

Chuuya: *confused* I beat you every time we fight. What are you talking about

Dazai: oh yeah I know that

Chuuya: *even more confused* then what are you talking about

Dazai: :3

Chuuya: Dazai… you’re talking about a fight… right?

Dazai: :3

Lovemail Preface

A tidbit of my very first letter: In a sense, I think the only time I’ve ever dabbled in a true taste of what love could mean, is with you. It was never clear to me whether you were meant to guide me and protect me, or lead me down a faulty path into my own destruction. Either way, I would happily follow you. From the moment I stepped foot inside that small auditorium along the back wall of the Museum of Pop, in Seattle, Washington, I was entranced. By you, the seemingly effortless way your fingers glide over the slender neck of your instrument. Your lack of outward expression, in both doubt, but also in recognition. You deserve all the praise that is thrown your way, and more. I can only provide you with so much. You will always deserve more than I can give you, and for that I am truly in pain. As soon as your name is spoken from someone else’s mouth, I tense. I know that no matter what they can give, it won’t ever speak to your true nature. They simply don’t know you, not like I do. And I will fight, through anything, to defend you.

Very hot today...

yearning