#chuuya deserves the world

[chuuyahoo]

7 YEARS OF LOVE AND TRUST. NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.

[starswritewhispers]

pick your poison

Chuuya had always found that chasing the sting of betrayal with the burn of anger was far smoother than the jagged edges of heartbreak.  With anger, its aftertaste had the spice of a lie that would weigh down his tongue and dull his senses, but after enough shots, he could forget the bitter taste of betrayal that lingered behind the burn. Heartbreak would refuse to leave his mouth for days, he’d cough and watch his own blood splatter on his fist from the shards still lodged stubbornly within his throat.   The aftertaste of rust would linger on his tongue for months to follow, forcing him to swallow every new sentence with the hint of neveragainneveragain souring every word.  

Anger was better. Anger was easier. When his family the Sheep betrayed him, he downed the anger quicker than the heartbreak could register. It turned on him, the way it almost always did.  He wouldn’t have had a knife lodged in his gut, rat poison sinking into his bloodstream, if he had been better. The Flags always argued with him on that. He still whispers ‘i told you so’ when he drops flowers off at Albatross’s grave. He can’t look at any of their headstones, but he requested Mori to bury him next to his fallen friends when he inevitably goes. Dazai had complained, whining and throwing a tantrum.  The same shit it always was with him, loud cries of but you’re my dog, as if his friends hadn’t just died because of Chuuya’s lack of fucking humanity. It’d be easier to deal with if Dazai really was throwing a tantrum just to be immature.  He clocked it for what it was, the second Dazai’s jaw clenched when he overheard Chuuya’s request, he was trying to goad Chuuya, to annoy him, but it wasn’t out of spite–for once. No, Dazai was trying to hand Chuuya a bottle of his favorite prescription and be the punching bag for the anger that would follow. Chuuya would often find himself sipping a glass of wine and wishing he could find it within himself to hate Dazai.

Dazai, who orchestrated the first betrayal, who had figured out the core of who Chuuya was so perfectly that he knew he’d rather sacrifice his soul than betray the group that had just betrayed him. Dazai, who was the reason Chuuya was in the Port Mafia in the first place, Dazai, the only person in Chuuya’s life that he couldn’t get rid of, whether he wanted him around or not. 

It only started to scare him when he realized the idea of a life with Dazai constantly around the corner wasn’t so terrifying anymore. 

He noticed when the little light in Dazai’s eyes would flicker out completely and they’d go to the arcade, or the grunts he hung around would take him drinking.  When one of them was revealed to be a traitor, Chuuya couldn’t bring himself to talk to Dazai. He knew he should’ve, but the old taste of heartbreak had morphed into a bitter form of cruel satisfaction, rising up into his throat as though it was bile from a hellish hangover. 

How’d it feel to be the one manipulated into losing something you loved?

When the other one had passed, Chuuya did reach out. He ignored the bloody taste of heartbreak and the easy offer of anger in his hands and instead tried to contact Dazai. Grief had held hands with him his whole life and as much as his partner annoyed him, he knew first hand how guilt would follow. Dazai didn’t respond to any of them. After five hours, his calls and messages stopped going through. His worry tasted like soured wine, left in the barrel for eons too long. His mind conjured up countless scenarios of Dazai finally finding a successful suicide route, and whatever rest he had planned to achieve that night was quickly lost in his own mind.

When the news finally broke that Dazai had turned traitor, the chaser of anger hit his throat before the sting of betrayal could even touch it.  His anger stayed outwards, a rare occurrence, but one that he appreciated nonetheless. It tasted like fire on his tongue, sent a warmth running through his veins, and a constant awareness humming in his bones. Anger was always easier.  

By the time Tachihara had messaged him that Dazai was captured with a following ‘don’t do anything stupid’ plea attached, he couldn’t remember what the rust of heartbreak tasted like or how the tang of sourness from worry would crease the lines of his face.  

The only taste that remained was the steady spark of anger on his tongue. He supposed it made sense, in a cruel, twisted way.

It was, after all, the only thing that stayed.

[lotus-pear]

aaaaa i love ur art sm i was wondering if you could have ever draw rimlaine togheter bc i dont see faanrt of them very often :') or if you could do a little sketch of them if that doesnt bother you..

they literally made me go through all seven stages of grief,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,save me tragic french yaoi,,,,,,,,,,,,,tragic french yaoi save me,,,,,,,,,,

[ssaraexposs]

I love it when PM men go like....

[jaxyza]

and the memories bring back memories bring back you 📸

[petitesmafia]

[points gun at the sun] there can only be ONE

please do not edit or repost! • original illustration by Hoshikawa for Dazai, Chuuya, Fifteen Years Old.

[still-fatemeh]

Deep in earth my love is lying

And I must weep alone.

my poor thing...

[evilkaeya]

LOOK AT HIS LITTLE SHARK TEEF

[goldetrash]

This Wan Chuuya panel 😩💕

Haven't seen the bsd wan anime, but please does this scene happen in there?! I NEED TO KNOW

[diagonal-queen]

adam frankenstein

look at this post if you agree

[kuniipi]

Happy birthday Chuuya! 💖🎩

I wish i could've done something more but I didn't have any ideas 😭😭😭 so i present you this 🙌

[chuuyahoo]

Rant (chuuya)(manga spoilers)

Whats with so many fics making Chuuya use corruption so casually ?? Corruption is a beyond powerful tool that is only used for desperate measures but then at every little inconvenience Dazai will be like "Chuuya we have to use corrupton" and then Chuuya agrees. Like bruh.

Also Chuuya is so pliant to Dazai like ?!?! No ! he once hanged Dazai upside down to a street lamp pole and spun him and made him throw up. Dazai isn't the only one who pranks Chuuya and Dazai isn't always the one who wins.

Chuuye be like "a dog has to return to its master afterall" LIKE NO ?!?!?!? BRUH he of all people would never admit to that , like he would never in a bazillion years allow dazai to call him a dog and get out unscathed much less agree to it !!

CHUUYA IS NOT DAZAI'S PET !!!!!

THEY'RE EQUALS !!!! MF PARTNERS !!!!!!

Also no one writes how much Chuuya has suffered ?!?! its always poor Dazai lost Oda, Dazai is depressed, he trused Ango but-, Dazai being happy and recovering from the mafia. BUT WHAT ABOUT CHUUYA ?!?!? WHAT ABOUT HIM ?!?!?

He lost his memories

He was trafficked

He was experimented on

There's a literal god of destruction inside him torturing him mentally

He cant dream

His brother he didn't even know he had killed his friends and fought him

He found out he's a lab experiment

The flags died right when he had found happiness in them

He had to deal with Dazai ;-;

The sheep betrayed him and stabbed him

He doesn't remember his childhood

He will always come second to Koyou after Kyoka

He will always come second to Boss after Dazai

He will always come second to Akutagawa after Dazai

He will always come second to the people he's most loyal to

He is always used as a pawn

He is manipulated

He trusts too easily and deeply(Dazai dont deserve his trust)

Arthur died

Literally everything important is always snatched from him

Hes suffering

His partner left him

Name one person to who Chuuya is an important priority , who cares for Chuuya as a person , as a human. (Aside from us the fandom) NO ONE !! EXACTLY , either they are dead or dont care.

He deserves the world

Yeah thats all thanks for joining me !

Stan Chuuya for clear skin ;3

[philzokman]

i feel like i’ve been knocked in the head by a steel pipe repetitively😥😥

[nopeleavemealoone]

I can’t talk right now, I’m too busy breathing

[ssaraexposs]

"A manga panel can't destroy you" The manga panel:

[mydearestdrabbles]

chuuya uses his gloves to help ground him when he’s slipping- it’s a small habit but dazai doesn’t let it go unnoticed

chuuya ^pushing his thumb into his palm struggling between headspaces*

dazai *noticing quickly going over to reassure him*: “hi my little star, you’re doing such a good job! you can regress my love i’ve got you!”

dazai *reaches out and holds chuuyas hands in his own moving his thumb over the back of the regressors hands causing chuuya to slip further into headspace”