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I LOVE headcanons about the characters design.

Like, Dazai, we all know the theories about the bandages and the coat (love them) but what about that bow tie?? He bought it because it reminded him of Chuuya’s eyes? (let me dream) or is it something linked to Oda like everyone theorize about his coat? Or is it just because it’s shiny and he is a pretty boy who likes pretty things?? It can even be a symbolic thing, like, “after years just using black in the mafia he supposed it was fitting to use a beige coat and a shining bow tie, since now he is in the “light side”

Considering how Chuuya’s hat has a reason to it or evn Atsushi’s hair had a backstory, I think it’s fun to question about the other things

Skk angst scenarios that live in my head rent free but I have no courage/time to write them as a full fic (Part 1):

Tw: (temporary) character death, detailed description of wounds, bit of gore, blood, and anguish overall...

Link to the fic on ao3 at the bottomless pit that is this post! :D

Teen skk, where Dazai gets a nasty blow during a mission, the kind that hurls his body a couple of feet in the air until gets abruptly stopped by an object.

But it's not something Chuuya hasn't seen him withstand before. In fact, Chuuya had met Dazai that way, sending his weak ass flying before he or Hirotsu had a chance to blink. So he ignores the wailing urge to go check and focuses on taking care of their powerful enemy.

Until he does go check, reaching his passed out partner in careful strides in case he's faking it like the bastard has last time, and his knees fail him.

Dazai isn't breathing.

Dazai... isn't alive.

And Chuuya would be damned to let him get his way so fucking easily.

He gets on with perforning cpr before his mind can even register what's going on. One set, two, three...

Fifty...

Dazai, clearly, is a stubborn fucking bastard, clinging to death with his nails and teeth now that he'd tasted its alleviation. Chuuya is going to snatch his relief no matter what, he's not gonna let him win, he's not, he won't-

Arahabaki stirs inside, howling curses without fear now that his tamer is out of the picture. Chuuya can't handle it-

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"

He wants nothing more than to feel No Longer human again...

This turned into a full fic without my consent ┐⁠(⁠￣v￣⁠)⁠┌ enjoyyy~

Also, tysm to @kauenelikha for beta-ing this!! <33

Part 2.1→

Yesss

And it’s such an interesting thing to observe in the fandom, how a character can create two different atmospheres like that. Honestly it makes him even more complex to me. Also makes me want to cry a lot just to think about it, but that’s part of the deal to love Satoru.

In my little crazy head I decided at one point to only call Satoru Gojo by ‘Satoru’ and not ‘Gojo’ cause it’s the best recognition of him being a person and not his ‘clan weapon’ that I can give.

That and because Suguru and Satoru flow so much better than Geto and Gojo🫡

That one knife scene

Don’t know how your creative process work, but mine you can imagine two personalities in my head, one needy and the other reliable, and it goes like this:

“Oh! Oh! What if they do this and that, and then they could-“ Slightly taps my own shoulder.

“Hold on little one, I’ve got you” Starts writing frantically

The prison is my head and the realm is my soul

Gojo angst post Prison Realm

He came back different.

That’s the first thing everyone talked about when Satoru would be mentioned. He isn’t the same. ‘I heard him talking to the wall’ ‘He walked past me like I wasn’t even there.’ ‘Did he use his technique since he came back?’

But they didn’t know. They couldn’t sense how his mind was going wildfire. Too much information, just too much. He never thought he would crave for the nothingness of the prison realm, but he did, and that terrified him.

Because how could he crave for something so intangible? They said he was there for a month, it felt like years, or minutes, or days, he couldn’t tell.

“You are the talk of the town.” Suguru says amused as they pass another group of sorcerers whispering about him.

“And you aren’t helping.”

He walks past him. He needed to see Shoko, but what would he say? She probably already thought he was weak.

His technique felt off, too much time without use. His limbs were slower, he forgot how to use them after the years days months? spent immobile. He wasn't himself, he came back different.

“Are you even listening?” Shoko tried to reach his shoulder and he yanked back startled.

“What? Yeah, I killed the curse.”

“I was asking if you were sleeping.”

He looked at her, no he wasn’t, but it didn't matter, he didn't sleep there too, nothing new.

“Just have a lot to do.”

She sighs and looks at him with saddened eyes. “It’s like you are stuck in your head all the time. You got out, Gojo, it’s time for you to start living again.”

He wished it was that simple.

Days blurred into weeks, and weeks into months. Shoko tried to reach for him. He always backed away. Until one day, when he fucked up big time in a mission, she shoved him in her office and demanded an explanation.

“You are gonna end up dead! Getting distracted fighting a special grade! Why did you drop Infinity?!” She shakes her arms desperately. “Please, talk to me, I can’t lose you too”

And it was the crack in her voice that made his defenses crumble.

“I keep seeing him.” Instantly he feels shame crawling into his body.

“What do you mean?” She says, brows furrowing.

“Of course you are seeing me, I am right here.” Suguru deadpans from where he is sitting on the desk, bouncing his feets.

Satoru looks up, lips trembling, there was a time he would do anything to be able to see him again, but not like this.

“You are not real.” And that cuts deeper than anything he could have ever said. He craved the prison realm because there he could pretend, he could surrender to his crazy head trying to bring him comfort, and just accept as a truth that Suguru was alive in front of him.

But he got out, and he has shit to do, and hallucinating about Suguru will not help him achieve those things.

Seconds pass and Shoko is as still as a stone analyzing him with careful eyes. He catches the moment that Suguru’s face falls. Dropping the façade.

“I was here to help.” Suguru looks defeated, and Satoru wants nothing more than to go to him and hug him until all their sorrows disappear.

“I know.” He looks down and pulls his hair, already feeling the tears falling. “But I am fine now, you should go.”

“It’s not me who decides that, you have to let me go.”

“I know.”

And they just stay there, none of them moving. Because even though Satoru got out, the prison realm stayed within. And he isn’t ready yet to be alone again.

You’re doing humanity (writers) a favor🫡

All the names Chuuya and Dazai call each other in the Fifteen light novel

Note: This is not every time they insult/make fun of each other. For example Dazai tends to say things like he'll put a curse on Chuuya to remain short whilst he grows tall, more than name calling. However this list is only name calling.

Dazai about Chuuya:

Kid

Pip-squeak (Uses more than once)

Little fairy

A child

Schoolboy (Uses more than once)

Little man

Filthy dog

Chuuya - He calls Chuuya by his name for the first time in the arcade, Chuuya then tells him not to use his name. After this Dazai repeatedly says his name over using nicknames.

Chuuya about Dazai:

Kid

Surprisingly gutsy kid

Little shit

Little punk

Dumbass

Lil twig

Mummy boy (Uses more than once)

Little wimp

Bandages

Idiot

Twisted freak

Little suicide-obsessed- (he's cut off before he finishes this one)

Sly dirtbag

Slimeball (Uses more than once)

Crafty son of a bitch

Sly bastard

Demon

Weasel

Dazai - He calls Dazai by his name for the first time during their fight with Rimbaud when they agree to work together to defeat him. However, he still mixes in name calling along with using Dazai's name.

BONUS - Names Chuuya uses for other people:

Old man - Hirotsu

Old fart - Hirotsu and the Old Boss

Doc - Mori

Bastard - Mori

Piece of shit - Mori

Damn octopus - Mori

Gramps - Random GSS member

Dumbass - Shirase

Ma'am (Ane-san) - Kouyou. (She also calls Chuuya 'Young man' just before this. They both disapprove of being called these.)

Boss - Mori

Randou - Rimbaud (as far as I could see Chuuya mostly used his name, though I may have missed a nickname)

A thing I noticed with Dazai is that he generally calls people by their names. He calls Hirotsu, Mori and Kouyou all by name. With Mori it sometimes feels like that's the insult, he knows he can get away with disrespecting him this way, so he doesn't call Mori his Boss. Similarly he only starts calling Chuuya by name after he's told not to. He also prefers coming up with imaginative insults/scenarios rather than name calling, though he's not above it, so his list is a lot shorter than Chuuya's.

Chuuya however, uses nicknames for practically everyone, they just get more polite the more he respects them. Mori goes from 'Bastard' and 'Octopus' to 'Boss', once he gains Chuuya's respect. Rimbaud felt like the exception because Chuuya kept calling him Randou during their fight.

I also think it's interesting that Chuuya calls most adults something to do with being old/older. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but to me, this emphasizes how Chuuya is used to being solely around other children. Even Kouyou who is only nineteen, is labeled as older to Chuuya, probably because there were no Sheep her age. In both the anime and the manga they are all depicted as younger teens around the same age as Chuuya.

Ane-san is also a mafia title, so it could just be that, but I do think Chuuya is genuinely not used to being around adults and that not meaning danger.

to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die

He could not recall how he got here. In fact, he could not recall any memories of the events immediately preceding this moment. Had he hit his head? Suguru felt around his skull, but all he discovered was that his hair was much too oily and tangled for his liking. Matted at the back of his head, too, as though he’d been lying on it for a while. The door opened once more with a creak, though no light spilled in. Strange. Was Satoru comfortable moving around in the dark? “Where are we?” Suguru asked, or tried to, his throat so dry that his voice failed him. Satoru seemed to hear him anyway, or at least to predict Suguru’s thoughts with his usual accuracy. He perched on the side of the bed and gently curled Suguru’s hands around a ceramic cup, then helped him raise it to his lips. “We’re in the temple complex,” Satoru explained. “Your family is here, unharmed. You will be alright, too, given a little time.” “What happened?” Suguru’s strength was returning to him quickly. He held the cup with one hand, taking small sips, and wrapped the other around Satoru’s elbow. The texture of his sleeve was unusually rough. “Why am I bedridden?” “You’re not, but you should not get up too abruptly.” “Can you light a candle?” “In a moment. I need to make sure it worked.” Once more, Satoru’s delivery chilled Suguru. There was no melody to his voice, none of his usual teasing, or the anger which Suguru had grown more accustomed to in recent years. He slid his hand up Satoru’s arm, over his shoulder and neck, until he found his cheek. He expected Satoru to tilt his face into the touch, as he’d always done, even during their most dire arguments, but the man remained still as a statue. He sat there and allowed Suguru to explore his unsmiling mouth, the lax skin around his eyes and brows. “Satoru…” “How much do you remember?” Satoru asked, sounding like the answer would not affect him either way. “I’m… not sure. I remember…” Suguru let his arm fall to his side. He blindly waved the other in search of a bedside table, and found one, with empty space enough to set down his cup. “I think I remember sieging the castle, but it feels less like a memory and more like a dream. Did I really…” “You did.” Satoru being so utterly unruffled about the matter set Suguru’s heart into a fast rhythm. He couldn’t recall all the details, but he knew there had been a battle, and surely people had died. Surely, Satoru had been in the thick of it. “I lost,” Suguru concluded. Otherwise, they’d be in the castle right now.

I'm working on something with dark fairytale vibes for Halloween, so here's a snippet from that for WIP Wednesday. I have something else horror-adjacent in the works, but it's a longer piece and there's no way it'll be ready before the end of October.

There is something so incredibly beautiful and sad about Satosugu that just makes me always wanna write them hugging and crying together

personally ive always thought that everyone's first impression of satoru is 'wow this absolute goddess, this angel, he must've been kissed by the gods and cradled in the very hold of beauty until he speaks. just pure unfiltered naturally beauty, that looks like you're at the brink of death and soon to be lulled to heaven, white fluffy hair and bright blue eyes full of natural light pale skin glowing against any light.. yeah you can rip angel gojo right my my dead hands I'm afraid

When taking one of those personality quizzes Dazai would always choose the options that gives him the result he wants (manipulative little menace) and Chuuya is like those people who don’t accept the result and do the test again and again frustrated with how he keeps getting the same thing

A demon would do better than that

**Whumptoober 2024** Running out of time | panic attack

In which Dazai and Chuuya are leaving Paris and returning to Japan but that gives Dazai too much time to think about what happened.

Feel like this could have been ‘whumper’ but I have a weak spot for soukoku and happy endings

TW: suicide ideation, self loathing

His breath keeps getting thinner, the world around him spinning and spinning. They are running out of time, every tick of that horrendous watch in Chuuya’s wrist keeps reminding him of that. Fyodor went to Yokohama and they are stuck in this stupid helicopter.

He can’t breathe, why can’t he breathe? He grabs his shirt fiercely hoping it would ground him and stop this. Doesn’t work.

He got it all wrong, Dazai Osamu is no genius, he is a sham, a failure. They depended on him, and look how it turned out.

A fucking demon. Bringing disgrace to everyone he loves. No, he wished he was a demon, to be blessed with the aspect of not caring about anyone, but he isn’t. He has feelings, and those feelings are now telling him to jump from this helicopter.

Because he deserves it. Because he is a coward — too afraid to see what his mistakes caused to his family back in Yokohama.

“You better stop looking like that or I will chain you to your seat.”

The world stops abruptly and Dazai looks up to a Chuuya staring into his soul.

“Don’t know what you mean.”

“I could hear you spiraling from a mile away, and you can be damn sure I am not letting you stupid mackerel run away from this.”

“I can’t defeat him. He outsmarted me.” Dazai says, voice cracking.

He looks away, his wounds are throbbing, a pain that once was a concession for their victory now was just another reminder of his failure.

“Maybe you can’t, maybe when we get there everyone will already be dead.”

His turns, gaze fixed on Chuuya who is just staring at the horizon.

“But I want to see it for myself. If we are going down, I will fall beside my companions. I want to know their last words. Or at least how they died. Don’t you?”

He gives one last look at the ground, contemplating. So far away. It wouldn’t be a painless death anyway.

“Yeah I do.”

“Good.” A pause, and to his surprise Chuuya grabs his coat and throws it at him. “But I know you will defeat him. You have a promise to uphold.”

He grabs it tight, feeling the comfort it always gives him.

“Careful Chibi, one more world and I will start to believe you still trust me.”

“Humpf, never stopped, your are a traitorous shithead. But I still trust you with my life. So put it together.”

Dazai blinks stunned. Chuuya’s face already turning into a tomato. A smile finds it’s way to Dazai’s face. He isn’t the demon prodigy anymore, he is too deep in the light for that, he can’t do things as flawless as one without emotions, they get in the way now.

But a demon wouldn’t have this, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

I feel like satoru would be that kind of masochist (such as myself) that watches horror films even though it scares the shit out of him. So even though he wants to see them, he always have to drag Suguru along with him for moral support.

And Suguru always makes fun of him cause they literally fight curses for a living

Soukoku new pet

I saw someone talking about how foxes are like cats with a dog's dna and my mind immediately went to soukoku, so here you go

They have been arguing nonstop for months now. Chuuya wants a dog, Dazai obviously refuses and counters by asking for a cat. ‘Dogs are dumb’ ‘Cats are mean’ ‘Dogs smell bad’ ‘Your nose is messed up after living in that dumpster’

And so they go on, until one day Dazai shows up at their doorstep holding a little red fox in his arms.

“What are you doing mackerel?”

“Shit! You weren’t supposed to see it yet.” Dazai says sheepishly — wait no, that would be bad, since he brought a fucking fox into their house, so, Dazai says stupidly. “I solved all of our problems!”

"”We are not keeping that.”

“She is perfect!” Dazai walks inside and shoves the fox into Chuuya's arms. With a scowl he pets it, fluffy fur. “Hear me out, you want a dog, right? Well, foxes are from the same family as dogs, close enough I would say.”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Aaand they are well known for their catish behavior, and that's what I want, so, win win.”

“Where did you even get it?”

“Well, that isn't important, and she is an orphan, we are actually saving her from a life of suffering.”

He sighs and looks at the animal. All alone huh? He doesn't even know how to properly take care of a fox.

“Besides, you two match!” Dazai comes closer and ruffles Chuuya's hair. And he can't help but blush at that.

“We will have to learn a bunch of new things, probably get a bigger house, with a backyard or something.”

“So is that a yes?”

“For now.” He looks down at the fox and laughs surprised when she licks him.

“Doyou hear that little Crab? You got a new home!” Dazai says making Chuuya just stare at him bewildered.

“Now hold on a second, we are not naming our pet fox 'Crab'”

“They are both orange, I think it fits.”

“No it doesn't, it should be something like ‘Romanée’.”That gets him a scoff.

“We are not naming her after your favorite wine.”

“Better than your favorite food.” He counters.

The day passes and their discussion doesn't even falter.

‘Dango’ ‘No, Petrus’ ‘No, Sake’ ‘That's no better than a wine name’ ‘It's better cause it tastes better.’

Weeks pass and the poor little fox remains nameless. Well, at least until the next dispute manages to shift their attention once again. But that’s okay, now they have a little companion at their sides.

The emotional anguish of using the tag system on ao3 while always wondering if you are excluding a masterpiece that wasn’t tagged ‘correctly’

I am a sucker for prison realm fics. There is so much angst/ whump material. You can pick your poison, like, no sense of time? Done, now satoru has spent 'centuries' there.

Do the skeletons have conscience? Can satoru escape them? Or does he have to maintain constant contact with them?(Kaz brekker inspiration) Do they talk? What do they say?

The atmosphere! Is it okay? Or you have a putrid air, smell or sense? How does it affect one body?

Hallucinations! This unpack a whole new section, what does he see, he is aware of their falseness? Can he escape them? Do the six eyes help him or just make everything worse?

Does he even have his abilities? How are they blocked, how does this affect his sense of self as the strongest?

Is Kenjaku able to access him? If so, what does he want What does he do?

And the best of the best, how is Satoru when he finally gets out? How do his friends and loved ones react to his state? And how can he move on from that? (Or can he even move on at all?)

You can even put a time travel plot in there and boom, we have satosugu again. Does he remember his past life to ‘fix the future’? Or is his mind far too damaged for that? Does he even remember Suguru?

What do you mean I lost track of time reading fanfiction and now my sleep schedule is fucked up once again

What do you mean

In my little crazy head I decided at one point to only call Satoru Gojo by ‘Satoru’ and not ‘Gojo’ cause it’s the best recognition of him being a person and not his ‘clan weapon’ that I can give.

That and because Suguru and Satoru flow so much better than Geto and Gojo🫡

Suguru, can you make us dinner tonight?

It is a well known fact that Satoru cooks better. ‘Cause he is perfect at everything he tries’.

But every time Satoru asks for Suguru to cook for them and is countered with that fact, he simply responds “But your food is always warmer.”

Because even though he does things perfectly, somehow it is Suguru’s food that makes his stomach warm, and his soul calmer. And he craves for that more than anything in the world.

And Suguru can’t say no to that. So he picks his mother’s recipe book and goes to the kitchen. “You better wash the dishes then.”

I can’t sustain a healthy lifestyle AND obsess over two shipps. Why can’t my brain just choose one? Satosugu and soukoku will be the ruin of me

Whumptober is coming and I can already feel it crawling and grabing my feet pulling me away from the society

Satoru’s dream

Satoru wanted to be remembered. Cherished. Loved. He had dreams too, you know.

But as long as he could remember, a knowledge was engraved in his soul. He was the strongest, a weapon, and weapons are used.

There were some who could say he got what he wanted, he was remembered - as the strongest. He was cherished - as a weapon. He was loved - as a symbol.

But nobody ever asked him about his dreams. Well, except for one, this one was the strongest too. And Satoru could only assume that they belonged to each other just as two pieces of the same tool kit.

So for him, even though it sucked the way he died, a part of him marveled the fact he was once again next to his other half.

And he could only appreciate that no one had asked about his dreams, cause he would only have one answer, the same as it was in his college years when Suguru asked him for the first time.

“My dreams? Don’t know, I guess if I could choose it would be to stay next to you forever.”

My head canon is Chuuya eating the best at last and Dazai eating his best first, and then snatching Chuuya’s to eat it too

Or maybe I am just hungry