#nolongerhuman

[soukokumychildren]

“Soukoku my children” okay dazai anti!

[saisons-en-enfer]

Show me

Your pain tolerance

All of your charity

In service to your vanity

[jackdaw-of-all-trades]

1. A drawing inspired by our god, Junji Ito 2. Reference photo 3. The Fool sketch 4. The Magician sketch 5. Interesting Chuuya bonus drawing 6. A sticker for my phone case 7. And a meme #dazaifanart #bsd #dazai #osamudazai #osamu #dazaiosamu #bsdfanart #bungostraydogsmemes #bungoustraydogsmeme #bungoustraydogs #bungostraydogs #junjiito #nolongerhuman #junjiitonolongerhuman #chuuyanakahara #chuuya #nakaharachuuya #atsushi #atsushinakajima #nakajimaatsushi #bsdtarot #tarotcards #bsdbeast #bungostraydogsfanart #bungoustraydogsfanart #chuuyafanart #atsushifanart https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfhjq9lJXx-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[artis-lined]

Fun fact: I hate reading but not if it's one of Dazai's novels. For some reason I can't sit through crime and punishment, but a book abt a man who was so depressed he could hardly function had me going: "wow! That's my shit right there!!1!111!!!1"

[lenreli]

nolongerhuman - Insects Not Gods

We are the very last generation There is no one coming back for you So tell me one more nursery rhyme About that man that turned water into wine

[wtfvexxi]

Just found out the sample used in Insects Not Gods by nolongerhuman is a quote from Heroes: Man is a narcissistic species by nature. We have colonized the four corners of our tiny planet. But we are not the pinnacle of so-called evolution. That honor belongs to the lowly cockroach. Capable of living for months without food. Remaining alive headless for weeks at a time. Resistant to radiation. If God has indeed created Himself in His own image, then I submit to you that God is a cockroach.

[letrasdeleite]

É na vivência dos sonhos que me cobrem como lençóis que escolho colocar numa cama, é na criação imaginária, que formo a única vivência, só minha. Atingido pelas vagas de um presente que me foge entre as palavras do promissor futuro, curvo-me e recolho do chão a mutável flor da memória. Com o olhar quebrado e surdo aos seus clamores, nego-me, não só a mim como ao sonho. Essa maravilha que polvilha a vida de sabor, de doce, de amargo, de um certo e real pasmo que brota no peito inocente da infância. Chamar-lhe-ei encanto. Uma rodopiante dança de braços abertos, cabeça atirada para trás e harmonia. Há um calor que nos acolhe entre os seus dedos e ali queremos ficar, mas nada é eterno e com a degradação do corpo, segue-se a do espirito. Atirado para uma falsa ideia de real, trono-me vaso por encher. Sonho com a flor que fui, balançando na cantilena prometida, onde desejo possuir o que não posso ter, e no fim, no fim desse devaneio, sou apenas vaso. Seco e vazio. Igual a tantos outros, que aguardam pelo último suspiro do último recipiente que os preservam numa degradada e finita memória. #novoice #noface #nomemory #nolongerhuman (em Escola Artística do Conservatório de Música de Coimbra) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClELrtqDhHI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[nixnephili]

NIX'S BSD GORETOBER

Day 4 Strangulation

NoLongerHuman taking Dazai on a vacation to the shadow realm

-Nix🌙

[youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff]

*Twitter*

Dazai : " @taintedsorrow just pushed me down the fucking stairs ."

Chuuya : " @nolongerhuman obviously i didn't push hard enough since you we're able to tweet this."

[dazaii-osamuu]

*gazes off into the distance, clutching the "No Longer Human" book in his hands*

Another one of you.....

Why do I sense a familiar presence?

-@obayozo-nolongerhuman

Hm? Ah, why hello there. *Dazai glances away from the scenery he was admiring before spotting the man in question.* I will say, you look quite familiar-looking to me as well. Care to join me? *His arms dangled from the railings Dazai was leaning to.*

[alchemist-dazai-osamu]

...

.....

Where did I end up this time.....a library?

-@obayozo-nolongerhuman

(ooc: TEDDY I HAD TO-)

What the—

WAIT I KNOW YOU—

Well, that makes sense because.. I made you..

(OOC: yayyyy!!)

[windyskiez]

What if all three of my (main) rp blogs interacted?

Ft:

@corrupted-bandages -Ability-swap AU Dazai

@poems-and-wine -bta/BunAl Chuuya

@byakko-beneath-the-moonlight -Byakko

~~~~~

Chuuya: Why are you the one getting the most affection?

Dazai: Middle child issue. Even Byakko gets people to stroke his fur every now and then.

Chuuya: Hey!

~~~~~

Chuuya: *Backs away* Good kitty, good kitty.....

Byakko: *Growling*

Chuuya: WHY IS HE MAD AT ME?

Dazai: Isn't it obvious? You smell like alcohol.

~~~~~

Dazai: You're shorter than my chibi.

Chuuya (drunk): You look like a blue mackerel floating in the sky.

Dazai: Well, then you're a glistening slug!

Chuuya: Says the one who loves peach flowers.

Byakko: *Watching them* (Translation: Why am I with these two idiots.....)

~~~~~

Chuuya: What would you do if a talking blue fox came in to steal your stuff?

Dazai: Give it time out on the ceiling.

Chuuya: You think that would work? It didn't budge when I pointed a gun at it.

Byakko: Rawr! :3 (Translation: Eat it!)

Dazai, who's familiar with Atsushi's tiger tendencies: Byakko no!

~~~~~

Dazai: *Slowly lifts Chuuya hat away from his head using gravity*

Chuuya: My hat getting stolen again? Come on.....

Dazai: Hey, Byakko! Fetch! *Throws the hat to the tiger*

Byakko: :3 *Catches it*

Chuuya: ARE YOU GUYS TRYING TO RIP MY HAT TO SHREDS?

Other (side) blogs that I run: @darkness-warrior, @chains-and-flames, @obayozo-nolongerhuman!

:)) @creatorbiaze I made something

[respiratory-kristem]

*stares*

-@obayozo-nolongerhuman

(ooc: Really need to drag this blog out more for interaction-)

…

*stares back*

[corruptionuser]

*Gently pokes*

@obayozo-nolongerhuman

(ooc: Hihi it's corrputed-bandages/bta Chuuya/Byakko mod again!)

Ha? What are you trying to do?

[swimminginyokohamasrivers]

...

*pokes*

Weird.....

@obayozo-nolongerhuman

Ah, hello there.

[lenreli]

nolongerhuman - Planned Obsolescence 

Will you fall in line just one more time March to the rhythm of machinery While you wait your turn to sell your life away For your funeral in their factory