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[ooc] - concerning Chuuya blog

Hello everyone! As some of you may know, I’ve created a roleplay blog for Chuuya from BSD recently. Up until now, it was my sideblog; today, I decided it’ll be better, seeing how much muse I have for him, to create a proper blog when I still have few enough followers to easily notify everyone :)

And so!

Please follow me and hit me up for rp on my new Chuuya blog

All our current threads will be reblogged there, and I will keep the Chuuya sideblog as an archive, so that nothing from our old threads is lost <3

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little reminder

tripped out;; if you’re a mutual: you have full permission to TAG me in anything, SEND me anything, ASK me anything, basically DO anything.

I’m not scary, I won’t get annoyed, I won’t even feel bothered if you did something. Anything, really - because heyo we’re buddies since we stalk each other, wink wonk.

You wanna send that one thing? DO it. You wanna talk and ask for my Skype? DO it. You wanna tag and make me look at something? DO it.

So, if we’re mutuals and you got full permission to: fill up my notifications, stuff the inbox, chuck me a few IMs, whatever you wanna do. I will not get mad - I’m letting you do this. So don’t be shy and come pop in at anytime, lovelies!

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bloodiedknives:

“I was going to say that you could pull off turtlenecks effortlessly, but yeah. It’d be suspicious considering you never seem to wear anything else other than your usual attire. Still. The fact that you actually let somebody mark you is quite surprising.”

She could think of one person the redhead would let them mark him although she doubted he went to him out of everybody. So if it wasn’t Dazai then who? Some random one night stand? Hmm.

“You look happy, though, which is good. Looking down in the dumps really doesn’t fit you.” Noticing the way sapphires trailed back to the glass vase every now and then she couldn’t help, but point at it with her fork and add. “From your partner last night?”

A small frown knitted her eyebrows together at the sight of the barely touched food being wrapped up and put in the fridge for later. The fact that the executive didn’t seem to have an appetite for food at all was quite worrying. “Are you feeling okay? You barely ate anything.”

“Chuuya-san. That’s not necessary.”

She knew that Tachihara at least had a crush on her and while it was amusing to see him try to approach her ( because honestly, she wasn’t unapproachable, he just had to stop spouting nonsense around her ) if he were to actually confess his feelings for her, she wasn’t sure how she’d handle it.

“Wouldn’t that be cheating? Let him deal with this by himself. Also, it sounds like you really want us to hook up.”

Say, they did become a couple. Wouldn’t that be dangerous? To get attached to somebody else. It wasn’t something the girl wanted to deal with; even though she was pretty attached to Chuuya.

“Nah, it sometimes happens, you know. People get possessive, especially since I usually cost them effort.” Chuuya shrugged, wrapping his hands around his mug. “I mean, I do usually ask people not to go above my chest, but... well, sometimes circumstances are a bit different.” the redhead grinned cheekily. “I guess I’ll spare you details, huh? Don’t want to traumatize your innocent mind again.” 

Chuuya just smiled in reply to the comment of him being happy. He was; gods, he was happy, and incredibly so. Though, when Gin pointed at the flower, he blinked a few times before nodding.

“...uh-huh. A+ for effort, that one.” he grinned again, before his eyes softened. “...you know, normally I’d be offended. These flowers symbolize death, and no matter what someone might say about la petite mort, that’s not something you want to see in your bed... but there is another legend about this flower, as it has been brought to my attention some time ago. About two lovers. Nice touch.” 

The redhead took a sip of his coffee. He didn’t know if Fyodor knew about this legend; about how two beings were assigned to guard this plant; one for its flower, and one for its leaves, which both appeared separately. One day, the two decided to meet; and they fell in love, and became secret lovers, though ultimately, they have been punished by fate. 

So bittersweet - just like them, really.

“I’m feeling really well, actually. I’m just not hungry. Had a late dinner.” Chuuya hummed, before frowning, as he remembered something. A quick trip to the living room, and he came back with two bowls, putting them in the sink. 

“Nah, I just like teasing you about it.” he answered the last part of conversation with a little grin. “I’ll stop now, though; you’re right. It’s not too good to get attached to people here. You can get badly hurt in exchange.”

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ranboutenshi:

      Licht didn’t wait any longer and after shooting a polite ‘have a nice meal too,’ he started to eat, doing so slowly and silently, appreciating the taste during the whole time. Once he finished the soup, he did just the same with following meals, nothing interrupting him as he enjoyed the delicious taste.

      “So good,” he murmured somewhere in the middle; and towards the end, he also sipped the wine from the glass, finding out that he liked the taste.

      Once he was done eating, however, and his glass was empty, he gave Chuuya a curious, glassy look. “I feel hot,” he stated. And not only that. He felt somewhat dizzy and light-headed but also relaxed and wanting to have some fun, suddenly feeling like he could do anything. Even more than usual, that was. 

“Pft. You’re pretty cute when you’re happy.” 

Chuuya teased playfully, smiling at just how delighted Licht was with his food. Yes, it felt really nice, sharing a meal with someone; and as they ate, Chuuya found himself feeling glad the raven stopped over. They ate in more or less silence, but it felt comfortable rather than awkward to do so. And it was only after Licht drank his wine, Chuuya still having only drunk a sip or two, that the redhead felt anything but relaxed. He smiled, already feeling the wine going lightly to his head, but not nearly enough to change his behaviour. 

“Oh boy, someone here has a weak head.” he chuckled, as if he was the one to talk. “Well, not that it matters. Can you stand?” Chuuya stood up and walked to Licht, offering him a hand to help him stand up. “Lets get you on the couch and find you some water, okay?”

~River Flows In You~

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themisadventuresofthegreyones:

“Pfft, did you run out of insults?” They laughed, playfully whining and pushing the redhead’s hand away from their hair.

This kind of bickering was nothing new and quite honestly they had grown to love it and appreciate it a lot; the rest of the Mafia was so dreary, it was suffocating at times, but the executive always managed to put a smile on their face.

“Yeeaah. They are baby ocelots though so it’s a bit easier than if they were adults. Which reminds me, I never took you to my home dimension, did I?” Stardust hummed then sipped from their mug once more before looking over to Chuuya as if to silently ask if he wanted to visit the pocket dimension they called home. “A tiger, eh? You have quite the ambition to wish for such a large feline.”

“Nah, just don’t feel like making you cry today.” Chuuya grinned lightly, before settling down as he listened to Star talking about ocelots. His eyebrow risen when being asked about visiting the place the little mage called home.

“Uh, nope, you never did. Is that... like, can actual humans go there, though? I’d rather not end up dead and have cause of death: home visit written on my certificate, okay?” he chuckled, looking quite interested.

“And about possible tigers, are you kidding me? Have you seen those things? They’re awesome. And much cooler than lions, if you ask me. But yeah, I’d need like... some huge house with an equally huge garden, lots of raw meat every day, some way of keeping the temperature just right... not realistic. Maybe when I retire or some shit, who knows.”

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knock knock

put “knock knock” in my inbox.15. Your character walking in on mine piss drunk.

“Eyyy.... Akuta...gawa, heyyy...” Chuuya waved at the other, hiccuping pretty badly, sprawled on the couch and with a half-filled bottle of wine swaying in his hand as he tried to focus and pour himself another glass. “Wanna... whatsaname... drink? With me?”

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“It doesn’t look like nothing!!” Hands balled into fists as the girl hissed the words at her mentor upon seeing the bruises. "What happened to you?!" [ via bloodiedknives ]

@bloodiedknives

Chuuya frowned; the normal, calm look he usually wore around his protege vanishing in a second to show rage. The very air around him grew heavy as his hand shot forward, grabbing the girl’s hair and pulling her face to face with him.

“I don’t remember fucking asking for your opinion, nor do I remember saying it was any of your business. I can take care of myself, and I don’t need a bratty girl pretending to be my fucking mother, alright? So I got beaten up a bit. Who fucking cares. You take care of yourself and stop stuffing your nose where it doesn’t belong, or someone is gonna cut it off.”

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“It’s nothing.” Barely mumbled words left their lips at the question about their appearance. It was odd seeing somebody nearly untouchable in such a state. "I will be fine, don't worry about me." [ from Star ]

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“...oi, don’t hide from me. Let me see.” 

Chuuya’s hand - surprisingly gentle for a man famous for his short temper - caught Star’s chin lightly, holding their face to the light. He frowned, before sighing and picking a first aid kit from the nearby cabinet, settling on the ground with it and pulling out some bandages and ointments.

“It’s not nothing, and sure I’ll worry, idiot.” he huffed, starting to gently dress the mage’s wounds. “The hell happened? I mean, if you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy. Just... take care of yourself, dammit. You’re not completely unbreakable, you know. And I’ll kick your ass if you’ll go and get yourself killed.”

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✧

send me “✧” to catch my muse in nothing but sexy underwear

Chuuya turned away from the mirror sharply; with the music blasting from his gramophone and his mind occupied, he didn’t notice anyone enter. His eyes turned to Licht, and his expression quickly went from surprised to embarrassed to angry. 

“The hell, Licht? Never heard of fucking knocking?” he yelled, pulling a bathrobe and covering himself with it, hiding the male lingerie he was wearing beneath it; a nice, black thong with bits of lace here and there and some harness-like bits on his upper chest. 

“You better have a fucking good explanation for being here.” he huffed. “And stop fucking looking like that, if you can’t handle the sexy then nobody asked you to look.”

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☠: I'm gone

before my muse disappeared, they gave yours a series of ‘open when’ letters. send a symbol to read them. open when… ☠: I’m gone

My love,

When you will open this letter, I expect I will no longer be alive. 

Please, don’t be saddened by this, my dearest. In truth, we both knew that however sweet our secret was, we were never meant to be; sooner or later, by death, betrayal or exile, we were bound to be parted. 

I do not know how and by which channels have we been found. Despite everything, Port Mafia gave me the benefit of execution without trial; I will never be proclaimed a traitor. I have not been called that, even when I have been given this mission; a mission that will, undoubtedly, end in my accidental death.

I go willingly, though my heart is breaking for all the years; weeks; days and hours I could have, and never will, spend in your embrace. And so, I write these words, with the hopes that those few who remained loyal to me even knowing about my love for you, will pass it on. Even now, I long for you; I wish, from the bottom of my heart, to kiss your icy lips one more time; to warm your skin with my own. I wish for one last embrace, one last proclamation of love, last goodbye.

I have lived my life with no regrets. And though I am sad to go, and leave you behind, I would not have changed a single choice I made throughout it. It has been a good life; and you, my love, were by far the most precious thing in it. 

Please, do not mourn me for long. I have lived for your smiles; don’t let them follow behind me. Take care of Faust for me; he always loved you. I leave Nimue for Gin; please, if it will be in your power, watch over them both in my place, too. 

I need to leave now, my love. I am not scared. I love you; before me, I see your face. If only I could hold your hand when taking my last breath, I would have been perfectly happy to die.

I love you, Fyodor. With all my heart, always.

Forever yours,Nakahara Chuuya

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Best Friend Starters!

{Text}: Go to bed and stop texting me. This isn’t the intended use of emojis.

“Hey, I read about this super illegal thing and I think we should do it.” 

“GET DOWN FROM THERE BEFORE I HAVE TO COME GET YOU!” 

“Do you think foods have feelings? Maybe that gumball I dropped today was sad I didn’t eat him…”

“No, we can’t buy five hundred pugs.” 

“What do you mean I’m too loud? It’s not like I’m SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR!” 

“If I go down you’re coming with me! This is a mutual effort!” 

“I’m not picking your drunk ass up at three in the morning anymore.” 

“Stop coming into my house to sleep on my couch! Someday you’re going to find the door locked.” 

“Oof, get off! You’re too heavy!” 

“I honestly think you belong in a cell, but again, I guess we’d be cellmates.” 

“Now who the fuck took my skittles? It was you, wasn’t it, you smug little-” 

“Somehow I don’t think the teacher believed our story about the sword wielding elves breaking the window…” 

“BUDDY SYSTEM IS IMPORTANT, YOU MIGHT GET LOST! NOW GIMME YOUR HAND.” 

“I don’t care if you didn’t wanna share, it’s mine now!” 

“YOU ARE A DICK. Also I’m at your door, let me in.” 

“C’mon, smile…I’ll tickle you if I have to!” 

“You’re sad. Don’t lie to me. I see the pouty thing you do.” 

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?” 

“You can’t even reach me to hit me, shortie-OW!!” 

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🌹 luxury asks. 🌹

bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

faux fur: describe your wardrobe.

glitter: describe someone special to you.

gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.

jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?

lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?

lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?

pearls: what's something about your personality that surprises others?

penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.

perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?

robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

sheet mask: what's your favorite lazy activity?

silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don't drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?

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Send 🖋 for me to write a drabble with our muses!

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Before my muse disappeared, they gave yours a series of 'open when' letters. Send a symbol to read them.

Open when...

☹: you're not feeling okay

☕: it's too early in the morning

✎: you miss me

❀: it's valentine's and i'm out of town

♕: you don't feel important

♡: you wonder how much i love you

⚯: you need ideas for an adventure

✰: you're staring up at the stars, looking for me

✴: you're angry

✸: you're angry at yourself

☘: you're angry at the world

☏: you need me

☁: things won't stop going wrong

✈: everything's perfect again

✌: you're guilty

❆: it's snowing

☠: i'm gone

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✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ // :P

for every ✿ i get, my muse receives a rose!

Chuuya blinked, staring at the dozen roses being thrust right in his face. His surprise quickly turned into soft, loving look as he accepted the flowers and breathed in their scent.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you, Ryuunosuke.” he said with a little smile, leaning over the bouquet to press a soft kiss to his lover’s lips. “You know dozen of red roses means you’re mine, right? Well... I know that.” he grinned. “And you’re mine, too, my love.”

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♥ ❦ ♤ [ from Star ]

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honesty meme! Send me a symbol for my muse to come clean about:

♥ - Something they like about your muse.

“Uh, they’re pretty chill? I mean, in an annoying, little sibling way. It’s fun spending time with them. And, uh… Like… I really like they’re shorter than me, okay? It’s pretty damn satisfying.”

❦ - Something they hate about your muse.

“That fucking habit they have of poof!ing in on me whenever they well damn please.”

♤ - What they thought about your muse when first meeting.

Chuuya grins lightly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Tiny.”