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"a system of MILLIONS or BILLIONS of stars, together with gas and dust, held together by gravitational attraction; a LARGE group of impressive people".
An independent and selective multimuse roleplay blog for MUSES FROM MULTIPLE FORMS OF MEDIA. Muses featured here range from anime to manga. Please read the muse pages for more information on my portrayals.
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"A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you. And then you have to put it back into the sky. And it's the most painful thing you'll ever have to do and that you've ever done. But what's yours is yours. Whether it’s up in the sky or here in your hands. And one day, it'll fall from the sky and hit you in the head real hard and that time, you won't have to put it back in the sky again. I think that we are like stars. Something happens to burst us open; but when we burst open and think we are dying; we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly more beautiful than we ever were before!"
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A man who simply wants to have a pure, cheerful, and energetic suicide (perferably with a pretty lady). It's said that his bandages hide all of his secrets.
A man whose temper is just as short as his height. Although, control over one's temper isn't exactly needed if said person happens to be a literal god.
A man who uses his outwardly calm appearance to mask the raging firestorm inside. He prefers the sound of a well-oiled machine instead of the never ending screams that guilt his mind.
The cheerful leader of Hello, Happy World! Although her happy and slightly dim-wit demeanor may prove to be too much for some people, her hidden talents more than make up for it.
The best sharpshooter in the entire world! His father was a famous highway man who died in a blaze of glory... or so he's been told. Regardless, it's time for this young man to make a name for himself!
The tragic orphan turned young genius. A young man heralded for his brilliant research in the scientific community, he is now the Order's very own head of ability research.
China's most gorgeous - and handsomest - fugitive. They started from nothing and clawed their way up to becoming the head of a drug empire before running away to Japan for... "legal" reasons.
The Devildom's most reckless "human". Armed with nothing but his fists and secrets of the dead that only he knows, this young man is ready to face his biggest challenge yet: school.
It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's Mary Poppins! Or rather, that's just her stage name. A nanny by day and an actress by night, this capable young lady seems to have everything, except for a family.
The modern Red Riding Hood. Descended from a long line of hunters, he is the first in his family to put down his gun and pick up a piece of paper and some paints, wanting to preserve the nature around him instead of destroy it.
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he’s just sleepily moving to the kitchen for a cherry capri sun with his hair up and his glasses and oxygen on.
HE’S ALREADY IN THE KITCHEN, sleepily sipping from his own strawberry kiwi Capri Sun and making grabby hands at his boyfriend. He’s cold and wants to cuddle Akutagawa, regardless of how small the kitchen chair may be.
he’s a little thrown off by the sudden shift, the fist connecting with his jaw not unexpected just coming a little sooner than he’d thought it would.
his vision only wavers slightly at the other grips at his throat, a sadistic grin ripping at the corners of his mouth as his skull bounced against the wall. he was sure it’d end in a migraine later but what was life without pain?
the knife at his good eye has a chuckle bubbling through his lips as he refocuses on the other.
❝ hit a nerve did i? ❞ he hummed, brows raising. ❝ you seem so much more easy to rile up with akutagawa is mentioned. is that a weakness i smell? ❞ any laughter is cut off a cold shift seemingly flickering across his face, something he was much better at holding.
❝ if so, how pathetic have you gotten over the years? ❞
HIS GRIP AROUND HIS KNIFE AND DAZAI’S NECK TIGHTENS, leather gloves squeaking as he only squeezes harder, silent rage emanating from every inch of him.
If he had been younger, Chuuya would have already impaled his knife into the other’s dead fish-gaze eye, ripping it out with malicious glee before doing the same to his so-called partner’s insides, spreading out his organs like a macabre feast fit for a destructive and chaotic deity as himself. However, delightful thoughts like that belonged to his younger self, the him existing now much more mature and above such an obvious attempt at being killed.
Still, that doesn’t mean he’s not willing to hurt the man in his grasp, physically and emotionally.
He smiles, something just as sharp and cruel and twisted as the knife in his hand as he leans in, letting out a scoff. “Pathetic? Are you sure you should be lecturing me about what is and isn’t pathetic when you’re the one trying to get me to stab your eye out to fulfill whatever sick fantasy you have,” he softly taunts, moving his knife away from the younger’s eye and instead spitting into it, tossing him aside soon after.
“Please. At least try not to act like a desperate whore begging for a good fuck. Contrary to popular belief, most guys aren’t into that.”
He considers walking away, content with the damage having already been done to the sad excuse of a human being before of him, but then he remembers the rest of Dazai’s words and the primal rage buried deep in his bones makes him reconsider, itching to dig in deeper, dig through flesh and bone until he’s holding Dazai’s cold heart in his hand, dig until he can crush said muscle into a mess of tissue and blood.
“And don’t you fuckin’ talk to me about weakness. Last time I checked, only one of us wasn’t strong enough to keep someone we cared about safe.”
❝ well who else would train the dogs around here? you think your little boyfriend would be where he is today without me or my training? don’t make me laugh chuuya. ❞
THE WORDS BARELY LEAVE DAZAI’S MOUTH BEFORE CHUUYA LAUNCHES HIMSELF AT BASTARD, fist connecting with jaw as Dazai’s head gets knocked back with a satisfying smack. It takes what little restraint he has left to not bash Dazai’s skull in, the threat of punishment from Mori and his distaste at staining his new gloves with blood so soon stopping him. Still, it doesn’t stop him from wrapping a hand tight around Dazai’s neck and slamming him into the wall, holding him there with a tight squeeze as he pulls out a knife and holds it up to the other’s uncovered eye.
“You better watch your fuckin’ mouth around me, Dazai, or else you might just lose the one good eye you have.”
HE PASSES OVER ONE OF HIS EARBUDS WITH A SMILE, finally letting his playlist continue playing instead of having one song on repeat now that there’s another listener. Hope you like semi-depressing songs, Atsushi-
WHAT IS HE LISTENING TO? He’ll never tell~! It’s vocaloid. It’s literally only vocaloid. Please call him out; he’s been listening to The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku for 3 hours now-
THEME BY: ETERNALWORKS
