#nolongerhuman

[yuriiseon]

For The Quiet Hearts - Dazai x OC Reader (on Wattpad)

 https://www.wattpad.com/1512045018-for-the-quiet-hearts-dazai-x-oc-reader-classified?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=yuriiseon 

I feel like no one ever writes pm!reader fics, so if you’re looking for a port mafia reader ff  then give this one a go! (its my first ever fic 😭)

 ❝I'm not running from the past. It's running after me.❞ 

Yuri Matsuoka is a weapon of the Port Mafia-ruthless, deadly, and feared. As the only double ability user, her powers to reveal truth and destroy have made her a force to be reckoned with. But behind her cold exterior lies a fractured soul, shaped by Mori's manipulations and a life filled with bloodshed. 

Once, she shared a deep bond with Dazai Osamu, but when he left the Mafia without a word, Yuri was left to face her trauma alone. Now, their paths diverge again, but the weight of their past lingers. As she spies on the Armed Detective Agency and gets closer to Atsushi Nakajima, Yuri is forced to confront old wounds and the unresolved feelings for Dazai that still haunt her.

 [I do not own the Bungo Stray Dogs story or any characters within it. This is a reimagining of the story with original character inserts.]

[soukokumychildren]

“Soukoku my children” okay dazai anti!

[wonderingcarly]

“A rope is like a friend!”

Day three: Asphyxiation :frowning:

This is more like before asphyxiation occurs when the rope tightens around the persons neck. I was previously gonan make a…silly version of Dazai happily being content with death— but for some reason I didn’t bring myself to draw that. So instead you get the depressed version of him, which port mafia is the most depressing era of his life from 14-18 of age is crazy— but…this is true for a lot of people

[pagetoscreensaga]

“I like roses best. But they bloom in all four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again.” ― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

[saisons-en-enfer]

Show me

Your pain tolerance

All of your charity

In service to your vanity

[openthedoor-doc]

Jurnal Pengingat (4)

Jumat

Sekalipun aku melewatkan hari Kamis, tidak apa. Lagi pula kegiatanku tidak berbeda jauh dengan hari-hari sebelumnya.

Seharian ini aku menghabiskan waktuku untuk membaca buku berjudul No Longer Human karya Osamu Dazai. Novel semi autobiografi yang cukup depresif dan muram bisa dibilang. Namun, entah kenapa aku merasa related dengannya meskipun tidak secara keseluruhan.

Kupikir, sedikit, buku itu membuatku berpikir kalau kita janganlah terlalu people pleaser dan ingin membahagiakan orang lain. Sekalipun kadang membahagiakan orang lain itu juga menyenangkan. Namun, bagian yang tidak enak adalah ketika orang yang kita beri kebahagiaan itu tidak memberi hal yang setara dengan apa yang kita beri.

Aku juga membuat postingan di Instagram tentang buku itu dan kuberi lagu Weird Fishes/Arpeggi—Radiohead. Setelah itu, kehampaan semakin bertambah.

Why should I stay here? Why should I stay?

......

Yeah, everybody leaves (way out) If they get the chance (way out) And this is my chance (way out)

Perasaanku campur aduk. Aku semakin kalut dengan diriku sendiri.

[lessvlese]

"The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness."

[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"

[radiotown]

ahhh okie dokie then !!!

may i req a warm-colored onyx cream cookie discord layout ? heres sum inspo for u ,, tho if ur uncomf using this, feel free to freestyle !!

shshshs both belong to tempershort on pinterest ,,

ONYX CREAM COOKIE DISCORD LAYOUT.

F2U WITH CREDITS.

No f/o/id/kin tags unless the requester.

Thank you for requesting! ^.^ i hope you like it.

[structure-rot]

name change ( ＾ω＾ )

[radiotown]

Oopsies. swiiishhhh and nomkiwi pancake is done 🔥🔥 rubs my hands together like an evil ant

Hi kiwiii wave. i sure hope an comically large anvil does not fall on your head. pls stand in that red suspicious X painted on the ground while i go behind this tree and untie an rope aha. but do mot worry about any whistling sounds like smth is comically falling on your head do not worry kiwi.

no please not the anvil I have already been anviled 5 times this month I just came back from anvil recovery center

[insufferablewhore]

i’m not very active in the bsd rp community but here are some of my favourite blogs that i think deserve more attention:

@the-real-chuuya

@the-real-poe

@thegreatf1tzgerald

@basementdwellerq

@notes-from-dostoevsky

@prince-of-the-dead (a new blog!! mod is very sweet <3)

@i-like-cowss

@xx-nolongerhuman-xx

@byakkos-plain

@azureapostlesasaki

@casinoownersigma

@chuuya-wine-lover

@portmafiaprincess

more to come!

[nixnephili]

NIX'S BSD GORETOBER

Day 4 Strangulation

NoLongerHuman taking Dazai on a vacation to the shadow realm

-Nix🌙

[bet-on-a-match]

*Casually just exploring the library*

"Are you sure you know where you're going?"

"Relax, we'll be fine....."

"Uhm....Melos? I think we're lost."

@obayozo-nolongerhuman & @running-till-the-sun-sets

(Pokes his head out from one of the hallways noticing the pair immediately, coming over to the two)

“You two alright?”

[the-real-chuuya]

I was busy but here u go

@the-real-chuuya and @xx-nolongerhuman-xx wedding

The grand hall of the Yokohama Church of Pure Chaos was decorated in an elaborate mix of dark reds and soft blues, perfectly encapsulating the essence of the soon-to-be-wedded couple: Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai. Their wedding was a spectacle—part genuine romance, part absolute disaster, and entirely unforgettable.

The Prelude to Madness

Chuuya stood at the entrance of the aisle, adjusting the cuffs of his black suit with sharp red embroidery, a scowl on his face as he tried not to strangle the person beside him.

“Don’t look so tense, Chuu~!” The designated aisle escort smirked, effortlessly graceful in a wine-red gown. “You’d think you were walking to your execution.”

“Feels like it,” Chuuya muttered, eyeing the altar where Dazai stood, smirking in his ridiculous white suit. Next to him was his self-proclaimed wingman, who looked like they wanted to sink into the earth and disappear.

The Procession

As the music started, the chaos followed.

First down the aisle was the ring bearer, clutching the ring pillow with both hands, looking utterly terrified. Given that this wedding had all the likelihood of turning into an all-out brawl, their caution was warranted.

Next was the flower girl, tossing petals with the energy of someone who had been bribed with sweets and unlimited authority. Right behind them was the second flower girl—who was, in fact, a dog. More specifically, Dazai’s latest rescued stray, now decked out in a tiny tuxedo and scattering petals from a basket strapped to its back.

The crowd cooed. The front row subtly wiped away a proud tear at the performance.

As Chuuya finally walked down the aisle, arm linked with the escort’s, he tried to ignore the banana-costumed individual standing ominously in the third row. (No one was going to ask questions.)

The Ceremony

The priest stood at the altar, flipping through what was clearly a novel instead of a Bible. “Yeah, yeah, ‘dearly beloved’ and all that. Let’s just cut to the important part.”

Dazai grinned at Chuuya, tilting his head. “Took you long enough, my adorable bride.”

Chuuya twitched. “I swear on my vows, I will end you before this wedding is over.”

The priest yawned. “Objections? No?—”

“I OBJECT!”

The hall went silent.

Someone stood, their cloak dramatically billowing despite the lack of wind. “Dazai, you cannot possibly be serious about this.”

Dazai sighed, rubbing his temples. “I already told you—Chuuya and I are meant to be.”

The objector looked as if they wanted to argue more, but the person seated beside them shoved them back into their chair, muttering, “Let them be in love, for God’s sake.”

Just as the tension settled, another voice rang out from the back.

“Chuuya is MY husband, not Dazai’s!”

A random person had shot up from their seat, dramatically pointing at the couple. Gasps echoed through the hall. Security wasted no time, swiftly grabbing the intruder and carrying them toward the exit as they screamed, “Chuuya, my love! It was supposed to be us! Dazai doesn’t deserve you!”

Chuuya pinched the bridge of his nose as Dazai chuckled. “You have fans, love.”

“Shut up,” Chuuya muttered.

The Vows

Despite everything, the vows were surprisingly heartfelt. Dazai’s was filled with his usual dramatic flair: “Even in death, I will haunt you lovingly.” Chuuya’s, in turn, was more of a begrudging acceptance: “You’re the worst, but I guess I’ll keep you.”

Tears were shed. Mostly by the emotional support person, who was now dabbing at their eyes with a handkerchief.

The Reception: Chaos Part Two

The cake, courtesy of the Cake Person, was a three-tiered masterpiece that lasted all of five minutes before being smashed into Dazai’s face.

The drunk guest gave a heartfelt, albeit slurred, speech about the fleeting beauty of love before passing out on the table.

The photographer made sure to capture every embarrassing moment, from Chuuya accidentally tripping over his own shoes to Dazai catching the bouquet and smirking like he had just won the lottery.

As the night came to a close, Chuuya found himself dragged onto the dance floor. He scowled up at Dazai, who, for once, wasn’t smirking—just looking at him, eyes soft.

“You’re stuck with me now, Chuuya.”

Chuuya sighed but let himself lean into the embrace. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

Just as the moment turned peaceful, a sudden splash echoed through the venue.

Everyone turned to see Dazai floundering in the nearby fountain, a random person standing victoriously at the edge.

“That’s for all the trouble you’ve caused!” they shouted before dashing off into the night.

Chuuya crossed his arms, smirking down at his drenched husband. “I think I like them.”

Dazai pouted. “Chuuya, love, aren’t you supposed to be on my side?”

And so, the legendary Soukoku wedding ended exactly as it should: in barely contained chaos, absurd levels of melodrama, and—against all odds—love.

DAMN IT NO

THIS IS NOT TRUE

[pleaseendthevideocall]

*stares*

@obayozo-nolongerhuman

(ooc: ^He gives off black cat energy I thought it'd be funny.)

*stares back.*

OOC: ooo hehe