#bsd wips

[magicandlight]

Snippet #1

It starts with Chuuya, as most things in Dazai’s life do.

They're waiting for the extraction team to come get them, sitting in a terrible safehouse and trying not to aggravate their wounds too much.

Chuuya's pretty much bulletproof when Tainted is activated, but someone had still gotten close enough when it wasn't activated to cut a gash in his side, and Dazai had a bullet in his calf that Chuuya had to dig out with the one pair of tweezers they'd found.

Dazai’s sprawled over the frameless mattress, eyes closed, which is why he doesn't take notice of Chuuya shifting until his head is on his chest.

Dazai’s eyes snap open as he tenses for a second before deliberately forcing his muscles to relax.

It's not the first time Chuuya has done something like this, but it's the first time it can't be passed off as laziness or an accident.

He'd moved to lay on Dazai. His head is resting on the bottom edge of the binder, rather than on his actual chest. That’s not an accident. That’s not collapsing on the couch and not moving his legs when they end up in Dazai’s lap because he ‘doesn’t feel like it.’

“Should take it off,” Chuuya tells him after a minute, but doesn't move because he knows Dazai won't.

It takes a moment for Dazai to return to breathing, Chuuya’s shoulders losing their tension as he inhales and exhales.

He runs his fingers through Chuuya’s hair. He keeps doing it despite the blood and sweat clinging to it, because Chuuya hums and melts, his weight settling on top of Dazai more comfortably.

It’s gotten longer since they met, almost reaching his shoulders now. It’s nice, even if Dazai won’t ever admit it.

On a whim, he separates it out into three sections and begins braiding. It's messy, with the shorter pieces of Chuuya’s hair falling out of it. Chuuya sits up a little when it’s done, reaching up to feel it with one hand.

“How does it look?” He asks jokingly, with a lopsided smile. So painfully, attractively boyish.

Dazai can't take his eyes off him. “...it looks fine,” he says weakly, after a moment, unable to say a single negative thing right now.

Chuuya’s smile grows. His eyes flicker down to Dazai’s mouth.

Dazai's certain he's going to kiss him.

And he would let him.

Someone knocks on the door to the safehouse and they both jerk up, Dazai’s hands falling away from Chuuya and Tainted flaring to life in their place.

“Boys?” Hirotsu calls, and the moment vanishes.

[nekovale]

Ages ago I went to a flying tiger and saw these..... and I was like "the universe is giving me a skk sign"

[yebyyhfushi]

Shhh...Dazai is writing on his braille slate :]❤️

[damianito]

Chuuya will not remember. Dazai will.

[wildflowerteas]

just realized i never shared this wip on here. working on it rn n wondering if i should add color or keep it b/w but we’ll see

[iztea]

in the clurb we all doomed

[birb0t]

the chemical makeup of my brain was so deeply impacted by dead apple i will now pass being a skk stan to my children

[srdghbbicho]

me thinking this will happen in the next chapter

[everdistantstars]

It's officially been a year since I made this blog <3

I've been having some art block and been sick a lot, so here's a wip. It's the first panel of a four panel plan I have where Dazai is a rude little beast and steals Chuuya's hat.

[headslikekites]

counting sheep

[magicandlight]

Snippet #2

When the boy-vessel reaches out in pain and hope as the bars of their prison are broken, Arahabaki reaches back.

Together, they destroy this human hell, where Arahabaki has been forced into this fleshy cage, where the boy-vessel has been hurt and altered to contain him. 

They have been unmade and remade together. They are unmade and remade again, in the breaking of their chains. 

For a moment, they are one, Arahabaki and the boy-vessel, united by a shared pain and goal. 

[nekovale]

I've had this in my wip folder for *checks calendar* two years lmao I'm only now catching up with s7 and I felt like I could as well just post it

[yebyyhfushi]

Small wip :)

[damianito]

Watched arcane & wanted to draw this idiots on the beautiful nightmare of a style. My hand hurts.

[i-eat-mold]

Idk if I’ll finish this but

[yomeiu]

like wine.