── UNDERSTAND THAT THERE IS A BEAST WITHIN YOU THAT CAN DRINK ‘TIL IT IS SICK, BUT CANNOT DRINK ‘TIL IT IS SATISFIED. A PRIVATE AND SELECTIVE WRITING BLOG FEATURING NAKAHARA CHUUYA OF THE BUNGOU STRAY DOGS FRANCHISE. PORTRAYAL IS PRIMARILY DRAWN FROM THE ANIMANGA, LARGELY HEADCANON - BASED WITH PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS. AFFILIATED WITH @OSAUMU .
▍18+ only. mutually exclusive. softblock when breaking mutuals.
* i utilize memes as a way to write starters and initiate interactions. please do not send memes if you have no intention of continuing at least some of the ones i answer.
▍basic dni criterion apply, but specifically do not interact if you are a multi and primarily use east asian fcs ( especially if they are korean ) because that screams fetishization to me ( there are exceptions and it's pretty obvious when it's normal vs gross behavior. i'm east asian and the way some of y'all treat east / southeast asians is atrocious. ); write historical or real muses; use youtubers/influencers as fcs; and / or solely focus on sexual nsfw / fetishizing mlm.
* by default, expect most potentially triggering content to be referenced in some way or form on this blog. chuuya’s story revolves heavily around suicide, loss of autonomy, grief, murder, death, and all topics adjacent to such. implied sexual content will be present. because suicide is such a prevalent topic within bsd, i highly advise if you need that or that aforementioned tagged, this probably is not the blog for you.
▍while this blog is multiship, i’d love to explore other dynamics, including but not limited to : antagonistic, platonic, familial. this blog is ship exclusives with @osaumu's dazai and will not ship romantically with other portrayals.
* to be frank, i’m extremely wary of the fandom. the way chuuya has been caricaturized, sexualized, fetishized ... disgusting tbh. so, i’ll likely be selective with following back from the bsd rpc. i don't adhere to most fanon. i also don’t own chuuya, but i do take credit for anything i’ve added to his story and development. anon is tentatively on as i’ve enjoyed getting interactions in the past, but the second anything icky goes through, it’ll be turned off. just be normal.
▍macy, she / her, 24, discord avail for mutuals. i have the worst habit of blog hopping or disappearing due to irl, so you can always find me on my multi otherwise.
chuuya is a GIVERRRRRR !!!!!!!! he's also just a switch and comes off as more dominant with his typical approach to sex ( depends on his partner ), but if it came down to it and the dynamics worked, he'd — more often than not, prefer being more submissive. he just likes pretending to fight about it. has a really ... battle - like approach to sex, too. doesn't always mean being physically rough or violent, but in strategics, in teasing, in taunting. and when i say he's pathetic, i mean that once we really get in the thick of it, he's extremely desperate and insatiable and all clawing - at. verbally and physically rough with his movements but in such a delicate manner, highly attentive to his partners and already an expert on their likes, dislikes, and ticking off the boxes for what gets them off even if they don't know it.
a grin plastered on the red punk's, a red blade coating his board as he looked at the fancy man in the hat and coat. “ you must not be from around here, well let's give you a little warm welcome and some set rules for this city. ” raising his thumb, he pointed directly at himself as his grin shifted into a snarl.
“ here, we reds don't give a damn about no shitty mafia. the only person we listen to is our king. which you sure as hell ain't so I'm gonna ask politely one more time. tell us what you want or get out our turf. ”
-sincerely, yata (hope this is okay!)
gloved hand pinched at the bridge of his nose, patience was a thinning entity, a nearly non - existent presence slowly leaving the silhouette of a rigid frame. too much noise for the morning — it was just half - past noon, but the executive had foregone his typical routine to pay a visit to his targeted destination first, scope out the surroundings, couldn't ever be too careful should a friendly encounter go sideways. storms were careful as they canvassed the nearby buildings, the streets, and the fire - headed kid before him. the urge to ignore him was strong, but he was in no position to wreak havoc without cause. and his irritation would prove no worthy of an excuse. “ right, your king. ” try as he might, but the condescension was thick in his tone, brow raised as if he'd heard something absolutely batshit insane. as if he'd stumbled into an aged era.
“ i dunno what's up your ass today, but i don't got the time to knock heads an' shit. got a letter and directions led me here. ” quick to pull the folded note out, nearly illegible scripture across the white expanse. anyone with an eye could see the symbol of the red clan. “ i'd stop barkin' at me. ”
"You said I was nothing like my mum. But I may accidentally ... do bad things to you too. In the end, I won't be able to protect you. Plus, I showed up like this. I'm more annoying than you."
“ absolutely fuckin' not, no thank you. ” he kicked open the doors, metallic hinges shrieking as the impact echoed through the empty corridors. the place was rusting and rotting as the people within it. something - something bullshit about diplomacy and relationships all the while mustering up vile disrespect towards the two of them. took every bit of energy out of himself not to send the building toppling from the ground up, just for the satisfaction of watching the so - called contacts get crushed indiscriminately. shams had more patience than he, or was doing a far better job at pretending otherwise, the grace in her words somewhat soothing to jagged - edges on his tongue. “ we'll find someone else less punchable. ”