an independent &. inconsistently active animanga multi-muse, featuring chūya nakahara from kafka asagiri's bungō stray dogs. portrayals comprise of canon compliance, headcanon, or self-based lore. mutually exclusive &. highly selective, with triggering content or dead dove: do not eat content present.
introspected by ryan rose, 25 • he/they • gmt-7
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⁽ ¹ ⁾ an independent & inconsistently active multimuse for characters from mixed video games. portrayals depicted on this blog range from canon compliant, divergent, headcanon based, or even taken out from canon material & treated as an original character.
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personal triggers: imagery content of insects (especially spiders) & trypophobia. written content pertaining to these are okay & may even be mentioned in my writing.
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dni fandoms: fallout ( game & series ), fire force, hunter x hunter, jojo's bizarre adventure, seven deadly sins, + more to come.
⁽ ⁸ ⁾ this blog is low + inconsistent activity for a reason. this is not my only blog to take care of, i have a three year old, & i work 40+ hours in one week on a regular basis. this is not necessary or a requirement for me to list, but i am autistic with adhd, anxiety, chronic fatigue, depression, epilepsy, & chronic pain in both my back & wrist. this is not to garner sympathy, but to ask for patience when writing / talking with me.
anyone remember this trend on tiktok because i do &. when i hear the song shuffle on my playlist, it makes me giggle to think of sakura, satoru, &. suguru doing it
as much as suguru loved moments like this, being close to each other. arms & legs tangled together, feeling each other's body heat … the sunlight slightly starting to beam over onto satoru's face. he wished they could stay like this forever … but they can't. he's been trying for about thirty minutes to get the other man up & out of bed but to no avail. he's always been more of the early bird between them, always wanting to get the day started early but he can't do that when he has a tall & white haired idiot laying on him. he looks down only to be met with a still sleeping man & groans. trying to push him off. “ satoru, seriously come on. let me up ! ” a pause before he tries to escape the hold again. “ you're crushing me. ” his voice mumbles, a huff comes out his mouth.
when you're with him, a heart rooted / chained bathyal comes undone: it sheds you, from your own skin ( like a snake, who swallowed god whole & became god-like within the womb ) lavishing in his touch, the way his voice speaks when he says your name - like prayer, spoken in the hush corners of the pews [ . . . ] the sun is warm, his body is warmer ( & i am so cold, please let me stay here within your arms ) nose crinkles to protests, your face burying further into his neck. ❛ nuhhhuhhh, 'guru. m'sooo sleepy, you're not going anywhere. lemme sleep longer. ❜ [ . . . ] then, a gasp. weight on elbows, you stare at the man beneath you. ❛ wait ... are you calling me fat? how cruel! ❜
❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞
❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞
❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞
❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞
❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞
❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞
❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞
❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞
❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞
❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞
❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞
❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞
❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞
❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞
❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞
❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞
❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞
❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞
❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞
❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞
i did introspect it once before to fox [&] i feel it needs to get placed here, but the reason muzan took on the form of a woman when they slaughtered the lower moons is because he had a maternal emotion with rui. even if rui was never an intricate part of muzan's life, consistently coddled [&] loved by her, they still felt maternal. it was the first time they had ever felt maternal, especially with a demon they created. this is proven by the fact that rui was able to say muzan's name with ease, without the repercussions. when rui died, he was furious. he was angry. he wanted the lower moons to know that their inability to be stronger [&] worthy of something is why she lost her child, hence why their form is a woman. it gives off the vibes of, angry mother who lost their child. angry mother scolding her other children. angry mother who lost a piece of their soul.
he whines, a ( fake ) pout now taking over his lips. “ satoruuu, i can’t tell if this lip balm is supposed to be cotton candy flavored or not, can you see for me ? ” slightly leaning closer, brown eyes flick from the blue ocean like eyes to his lips. ( from u know who hehehe )
[the stars bend to my will, i will rearrange the moon & collide with the sun - born anew, i would do it. all for you, i think. i know. just to have this moment with you & then some] an ache to be something warm, to be sculpted - into stone, of stone. designed in the image of your lover & in your ribs, you'd cradle him close [ . . . ] there's a grin, ivory incisors on display: your hand, flat against his cheek. lips crush into the others, devouring: hungry, greedy. tongue licks against lip, tasting in the sweetness.
you climb into @emnience's lap: legs around lower back, antebrachium across shoulders - fingers, toy at strands across nape [ . . . ] breaths joined as one. ❛ i don't knoooow, might have to just put more on for an accurate test. that's a good idea, actually! hey, hey– i'll put it on for you, you should let me. ❜ skeletal fingers across jaw, tilting suguru's head back. your nose scrunches when you laugh, ❛ i'll make you suuupper pretty, suguru! ❜
❛ oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game. ❜ makomo for sabito :)
a heavy sun, breaths down over the deck: their shadows set, finds home in the wood besides their bodies ( it's warm, envelopes them: you, amphibious akin - cold, from the ocean you're called to ) brows knitted, you set down a tile [ . . . ] i don't ever lose this game. @soultore's taunt, wrapped with saccharine: nails across scalp, pulling at peach strands. an anguished, ❛ makomo-ane! ❜
❛ how do you always win!? ❜ the tiles are tossed. palm to the wooden floor, your body is half stretched into the room, ❛ o-tōsan! makomo is cheating at shōgi again, tell her to stop! ❜ ( your father tells you she's not ) [ . . . ] ire reposes itself into your veins, a bed of blood nicely slotted into your nerves. arms soon span your chest, ❛ the game's stupid anyways. ❜
