This Gifted intruder… manipulates gravity! It’s Nakahara Chuuya!

|Yuuta & Rika - Polar Star

AAAAAAH YUUTA MY BABY BOY 😭

I am normal about him

Can't win them all over, Eraser😔💔

Low effort doodles. I was bored and caught up on get schooled again after like a year, weirdly enough- for as odd the beginning was, I’m intrigued. 

also hwajin na so uhhhhh yeah I mean lets be real, we all know what I default to when I dunno what to draw. 

🐱 Just a little doodle :> /new pfp ⭐️✨ I love him 💛🫶

Prints available in my shop!! 💌

Pastoral Apollo by John Flaxman (1824)

"My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel... happy!"

You can find Full NSFW images on my Twitter(X)

Choso creature, post-fight with Itadori

Blank meme by Youngmi Mayer (@ymmayer) on Instagram

See, I was dead when I woke up this morning I'll be dead before the day is done

{Dear reader

If it feels like a trap, you’re already in one

Dear reader

Get out your map, pick somewhere and just run

Dear reader

Burn all the files, desert all your past lives

And if you don't recognize yourself

That means you did it right}

Chuuya paces his office. Back and forth across the plush rug. It’s been over a week since Dazai left the PM and he’s not worried. Dazai can take care of himself but at the same time… - no no. He’s fine. Anxiety takes hold in strange ways.

What do I do? He wonders.

Feet tripping to the suite where he sleeps most nights now. Into the bathroom, where he hangs his head low over the sink. The hot water steaming up around his face.

{Never take advice from someone who's falling apart}

Chuuya stands in the mirror picking at his skin softly. Splashing water on his face before massaging the foamy cleanser into his cheeks. Dragging his index finger into the crease between his cheek and nose. Massaging between his eyebrows.

Rinsing the foam from his face, his eyes meet the reflection again.

Depersonalization is a weird thing while you’re going through it.

Not recognizing yourself after growing so comfortable in your own skin.

Unsure of the hands touching your own face that feels numb.

{Never take advice from someone who's falling apart}

Chuuya picks up a towel and pats his face dry. Mouth hung agape as he stares into the plush white cloud in his hand.

The white towel reminding him of Dazai’s bandages and how the towels at his house were picked out by Dazai and how every single thing in Chuuyas life has been so heavily influenced by outside forces. Who even is he without others?

{Dear reader

Bend when you can, snap when you have to

Dear reader

You don't have to answer, just 'cause they asked you

Dear reader

The greatest of luxuries is your secrets

Dear reader

When you aim at the devil make sure you don't miss}

“I’m gonna kill that mother fucker” He says into the towel. A groan of frustration leaving his lips, followed by an attempt at a calming breath.

{Never take advice from someone who's falling apart

Never take advice from someone who's falling apart}

Shakily he moves to the liquor cabinet where he keeps his favorite wines.

{So I wander through these nights

I prefer hiding in plain sight

My fourth drink in my hand

These desperate prayers of a cursed man

Spilling out to you for free

But darling, darling, please

You wouldn't take my word for it

If you knew who was talking

If you knew where I was walking

To a house, not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there}

Chuuya sits slumped in a leather club chair. A bourbon glass full of red wine resting in his fist. Head lolled back and eye lids heavy.

A knock raps at the door.

“Yeah?”

Akutagawa enters tentatively, just barely poking his head through. Clearing his throat before he half steps in the room.

“May I join you?”

Chuuya just looks over and nods, a pout on his face. “Want a drink?”

“You know I do not drink that vile filth.. however I will sit”

Akutagawa sits with his back straight in the chair next to Chuuya.

“Why are you here Ryūnosuke ” chuuya slurs out.

“Your despair” he states plainly.

“It’s that bad?” Chuuya makes no moves to look at him now.

“Mori is concerned” Akutagawa says folding his hands in his lap.

Chuuya cringes and swirls the wine in his cup.

The pair sit in silence for a short time. Neither wanting to confirm how much Dazai’s presence meant to them. Neither wanting to say how affected they are now that he is gone.

But Akutagawa folds, “I miss him” lingers in the heavy tension of the air far too long.

“I know” Chuuya says softly. “Me too”

{Where I pace in my pen and

My friends found friends who care

No one sees when you lose

When you're playing solitaire

You should find another guiding light

But I shine so bright}

Just some Chuuya angst based on a Taylor swift song. This has been plaguing my brain for weeks.

@imafraidoftomorrow

Colored pencil, Lui Ferreyra (print sale!))

B B BUST

serving mental breakdown