𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉

  𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦  

[rashamon]

“  what is good?  everything that heightens the feeling of power in man, the will to power, power itself.  what is bad?  everything that is born of weakness.  what is happiness?  the feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome.

not contentedness but more power;  not peace but war;  not virtue but fitness. the weak and the failures shall perish: first principle of our love of man. and they shall even be given every possible assistance. what is more harmful than any vice? active pity for all the failures and all the weak [...] ”

                                   ―   “ the antichrist ”  |  friedrich nietzsche.

ind. priv. bungou stray dogs multimuse.  manga exclusive and headcanon based portrayals. written by mars. mature and dark themes present. viewer discretion is advised. carrd.

currently active: akutagawa ryuunosuke / dazai osamu / nakahara chuuya / sigma.

[rashamon]

@burntgod << muses moved here! new disc is MARS! 🐑#9279

[rashamon]

OK BSD RP THAT’s STILL ALIVE WHO GONNA BE MY FRIEND ON TALES OF THE LOST

[for-chuuya]

“Careful with your words, Professor glasses…”

[qifreyseyeball]

[dreamspacd]

doomslugger​:

to make a long story short, i got out of an unhappy relationship and had to relocate with my mom and brother. lets just put it lightly: my mom is pretty emotionally taxing on me and i’m desperate to get my life together and get back out to my own place. i’m broke for the next couple of weeks until i get my paycheck, i just started i need job so it’ll take two weeks to get a full one. i just need to save as much as possible to pay for both bankruptcy to get off my slew of debt and a place of my own for me and my two dogs. so, here’s the wares i offer. dm me to request a commission. either here @doomslugger  or on my rp blog @tajukon. reblogs are highly appeciated and i thank you for doing that ♡

DETAILED SKETCH PRICES

headshot / bust-up:  15$  half-body / waist-up:  20$  full body:  30$.

LINEART + FLAT COLORS

headshot / bust-up:  25$  half-body / waist-up:  30$ full body:  35$

FULLY SHADED / RENDERED.

headshot / bust-up:  35$ half-body / waist-up:  40$ full body:  45$

ADDITIONAL.

simple background: +10$, detailed backgrounds will have to be discussed because i’m not confident in drawing them. ship art, group art: +10$ semi-nsfw: +15$

full references.

will draw : ocs, canon x oc ships, furries, monster-esque characters, semi-nsfw. won’t draw : explicit nsfw, full mecha/armor, aged up minors or suggestive content of minors, real life tv/youtube/tiktok/whatever personalities.

paypal.

[rashamon]

‘   ⸻   it’s called paella,   dear.   i haven’t made it in a while,   and it seemed i’d be spending the night in,   so   …   would you like to try it ?   ’

“  yes. of fucking course. who do i look like to you, robin?  i’m starving.  ”  he forgets himself for just a second.  “  oh, right - please.  ”

[rashamon]

“  i’d rather fish every sturgeon from the sea than lift a finger to help you,  ”  he speaks spitefully, the brashness of his tone originating from one place entirely. the perceived betrayal at high noon when chuuya had almost destroyed japan ( again ) and this slimy bastard started the fight before leaving him for dead. chuuya rarely forgives, and he never forgets. either way, the harbinger of the void makes him uneasy and equally skeptical about whatever motives he might have working with the port mafia. 

for @tajukon​.

[rashamon]

“  keep squirming and imma kick you out,  ”  chuuya grumbles quietly near dazai’s ear, or what he thinks might be dazai’s ear, he can’t be too sure without actually opening his eyes which happens to be a nonstarter. arms coddling a torso tighten around the shifting creature to stop him from moving, the comforter slung over most of chuuya’s body slides to the side unhelpfully. he groans and moves to throw it back over the both of them before returning to muffling his slow breaths against dazai’s spine and the shirt chuuya had let him borrow the night before. 

for @tajukon.

[rashamon]

he knows dazai is trying to scare him away. he knows enough about his partner at this point to understand that’s what he’s doing. it’s easier to keep people at arm’s length; it hurt less when you lose them. he knew that all too well. kunikida had allowed his heart to get broken over and over again. he couldn’t blame dazai for trying to avoid that feeling. still, he won’t let it won’t. 

‘ then it kills me. ‘ he shrugs, standing up and turning back to the kitchen. clearly, dazai is not going to cooperate. that’s fine. he starts gathering ingredients to make dazai a filling meal. he’ll cook it and leave him alone. 

‘ i don’t care what you say. you’re not going to change my mind. so just give it up. you’re wasting your own energy. ‘ 

a terribly easy answer for a complicated question, dazai should have expected such deliverance but perhaps the flippancy surprises him. he can still feel death’s cold breath down his neck, it doesn’t falter for a second, only follows him into the bleak future. it’s safe to say he hates it here, despises the god that cursed him to live on this rock. not much has changed that over the years. maybe music, maybe sex, but it’s all finite and fleeting, like the life he actively tries to throw away. sinking into pity like tar in a pit, the more he struggles against it, the harder it drags him down. 

ideals, ideals, ideals; why doesn’t he have any of his own?   “  why did you become a detective, kunikida-kun?  ”  dazai asks within a mumble, giving up his tirade against his new partner’s rock solid head.  “  i could guess, sure, but i want to hear your reasoning. why did you choose this? all risk and no reward?  ”

[rashamon]

fate has a way of commanding the hand,  it can only be fought for so long before it takes the lead, without so much as a thought to who it might be hurting. chaos has never been friendly, rather unmistakably cruel. nakahara chuuya knows it well, can feel the bracers around his wrists that bind him to these flaws of humanity. if only there was more he could have done. if only he was stronger.  “  if you can’t learn to forgive yourself for your failures you risk succumbing to them. you can’t live life without mistakes, unfortunately, but it’s good enough to learn from them. you’re not a god. you shouldn’t carry that weight around when it’ll only cripple you.  ”

continued from x. for @jikangai​.

[rashamon]

“  there’s no songs for people like us, maybe you - maybe johnny cash or some other depressed fuck, but it’s not some kind of romantic ballad. it’s just fucking sad, like your life.  ”  perhaps he’s feeling disillusioned the older he gets. creating this bitterness spilling from every pore and crevice. the clearer the above world becomes the more he realizes he was born into the below. this isn’t life, it’s misfortune. depending on how you define it. 

chuuya couldn’t really delude himself, all the glamour of crime couldn’t justify the stress it takes just to survive. it’s exhausting, he’s been fatigued for years now but nothing ever changes. not even dazai, who sheds skin just for fun. chuuya thinks he’s probably seen every shade by now and it’s the only comfort he knows around dazai. learning to expect the unexpected and accepting whatever that means in the moment.

for @parieha​.

[rashamon]

YOUR LUNGS BURN WITH EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE  ━  this is the kind of future that awaits you out there.  headcanon based & written by mars.

[bigskycasino]

atsushi definitely has a Polaroid camera

[rashamon]

not me thinking about how despite being afraid of new connections that could be used against him, chuuya is extremely sentimental and longs for connection to others

[rashamon]

“  oi oi oi, what do you have and why aren’cha sharing, bird brains?  ”

@aneitei​.

[sushishouta]

✨HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUUYAAAAAAA~ ✨

We love you, you beautiful badass 🥺

[asturlavi]

an inevitable demise [½]