#museruled

@museruled​ said: bitch- (from chuuya) Where is your babysitter? // Who is this lost mafia child?

That crack only made Douma smile, stretching as he released his grip on...whoever this was.

     Didn’t he say his name was ‘Nakahara’? Chouya Nakahara?? Oh well. He’d be a frozen statue soon enough! Or dead, it was a shame he never got to eat him- he looked so cute too....

         “The fun’s just beginning! Oh! Heey, can I call you Naka~? This IS what friends do after all, and we can go all night! Or before your feeble human body gives out, but me~? I can go until the sun rises!” Douma pulled his fans out and furthered the cold around them- like a frozen wasteland, only made of his very own flesh and blood.

          “Don’t you want to be stronger, Naka~? Because I can make it happen~!! You must be so tired of being beaten, even for a hashira- ...Oh hey, I know- become a demon! I can make it happen~ And you’ll be useful then! Whaddya say~?!” Feigned excitement, feigned enjoyment- all of it fake, but his offer? To turn him into a demon such as him?

GENUINE.

museruled / @twindcrk​​ said:

“ you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” (from ghost/hallucination dazai for angst uwu)

❝  of course i can. ❞

there’s a scoff, smirk present as he continues to get ready for the newest arrivals. dazai, while as annoying as he remembers, has yet to break him. yet, obscured from his own awareness,  the god’s mental state is worsening with each day of his former partner’s presence. chuuya convinces himself that it’s the drugs.. ghost didn’t exist and to assume that he wanted this was  ... imposturous. accident or not, he was glad dazai was dead. he held no guilt for the deed done. a god need not apologize to the likes of men.

❝ you should hear how they beg.  they’d kiss fuckin’ ground if i asked ‘em too. they need this. need me. only with chaos can this world be right again. ❞

how long can this power trip last for. how long can he continue to trick himself into thinking this is a fate that he wanted.

❝ besides.❞ in the mirror, he finally takes his eyes off of himself to look at the figure behind him. ❝ you seemed to have no problem doing the same.  ❞

museruled said:

“ in my own defense that was last week. “ (from kosuke)

❝ i don’t care. i wasn’t here last week, i’m here now. ❞

oda looks down at him, the thought crosses his minded that it may a bit intimidating, however. the last thing he’d ever want is for his children to believe they’d angered or disappointed him. so, he bends to a squat, now looking up at the boy from where kosuke sits in the chair.

his expression softens, hand resting on his son’s arm in a reassuring manner.

@museruled​​ asked: 🗯️and 💘 (chuuya @ dazai and yes in that order-) meme: yet another symbol meme. status: accepting !

dazai eyed the last of his bandages was set to the side, a pile of dirtied white cloth being swept up in his hands and disposed of to the waste basket not far from his side table. a day full of interrogations had his muscles tense, his shoulders were sore even with the hot shower he’d gotten out of minutes before, his skin still not feeling quite clean enough.

then again, when would it?

❝ chuuya~ ❞ feeling the other’s arms move around him made him hum quietly, though it’s swiftly morphed into a small whine that catches in his throat as his boyfriend’s teeth sink into his shoulder. it does hurt but dazai doesn’t really mind in fact he’s trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, and more so than that he’s trying to figure out where the other is pulling him, that is until he feels the soft touch of their comforter under his hands. 

@museruled​ asked: SPOTS TO KISS + 7 (chuuya @ dazai) meme: spots to kiss status: accepting ! 7. a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.

it’s seemed to be one of the rare days dazai decided that sleeping in, or at least trying was worth his time, having not bothered to pull himself out of bed yet even with the sun starting to seep through the curtains already even though he was already partially awake.

no, right now he was perfectly content curled up next to chuuya, though the other was already starting to wake up, if all of the movement next to dazai was an indicator.

the feeling of lips on his face isn’t pushed away, in fact he it was more than happy to receive the attention. his good eye opens, mostly hidden by hair he should’ve cut a while ago as he gives a soft hum, especially once feeling chuuya’s lips graze under his right eye, or at least what used to be his right eye, now just an empty socket he kept covered most of the time to avoid having to wear his false eye.

hands came to reach up to catch strands of chuuya’s hair in his hand, letting it loosely thread through his fingers.