#dazai is a mood

[ssaraexposs]

Dazai IS a fucking mood

[dazai-on-my-mind]

Too many people are commenting on Fukuzawa not mentally including Dazai when thinking of the ADA and now I'm scared.

I find it hard to believe that the same agency that has multiple plans in place to resuscitate Dazai if he were to take his life would be so eager to just get rid of him.

As much as I'd like to see some sokouku shenanigans this would be a slap in the face towards everything that Dazai's character arc is built on.

[little-blurry-stars5]

[sensitiveheartless]

My head was warm

My skin was soaked

I called your name ‘til the fever broke

(I posted the first half of a vampire Chuuya fic, do mind the tags if you decide to check it out)

[dailynakaharachuuya]

Your warmth.

[kyoukamybeloved]

why are they like this

[botanautical]

i miss you

[iztea]

mood as of late

[inamagicalhallucination]

dazai: do u ever think about how we’re technically brains inside skin suits

kunikida, pulling away from where he was sucking a hickey on dazai’s inner thigh:

chuuya, pulling away from where he was biting at dazai’s neck:

[meddlehaven]

nagumo !!! 🩵

[unicornpopcorn14]

Is there any instance of Chuuya underage drinking in canon??

It's never explicitly stated in SB that he drank with The Flags, and when Albatross hands the champagne to him he doesn't take it.

Maybe stretching it a bit here but, what if he didn't like the idea of drinking at a young age?

It'd be so funny if Dazai urged him to drink at 16 in Bar Lupin and he was like, "no, I'm not of age yet." And Dazai looks at him with the most disgustedly confused expression, pointing out that they've both committed literal manslaughter before the age of 15.

"And that's where you draw the line???"

~~~

Btw, do you think his first experience with alcohol is the night Dazai defected, when he opened the Petrus '89 bottle in order to "celebrate"?

[fyodior]

One ring. Two rings. Three rings.

The grip on your nearly empty wine glass tightens and you grit your teeth in anticipation.

Four rings. What the fuck am I doing?

The line clicks, and your heart stops. He’s there, you can hear the subtle hum of a breath being taken, but silence hangs heavy. Heavier than the iron weight strapped to your chest you’ve been trapped under ever since he walked out the door.

Finally, something. Just one something - a dejected sigh of your name. You know him well enough to see him now: how he’s holding the phone to his right ear and massaging his brow with his left.

“Dazai-”

“Stop,” he cuts you off, words sharp as shattered glass. Your heart stalls and sputters, and you grip your chest as your vision blurs.

“Dazai-” An audible sudden inhale on his end saws the end of your desperate sentence off once again.

Four words said, three of which just names. Yet an entire conversation has already been had, and you both know it. The heartbreak and grief has been rehashed so many times, words are barely even needed anymore. It’s been cut down to its barest bones, a mere skeleton of the hours-long sob sessions of days passed. Words aren’t necessary when every scathing sentence is branded into your memory - vague inhaling and properly timed silence is all that’s needed to set the scene perfectly.

Four words said, four hands bloodied, two hearts irreparably marred.

Though one of you seems to be coping better than the other.

“We can’t fucking keep doing this.” Dazai sounds tired, his hoarse voice likely evidence of his inability to keep a cigarette from between his lips when he’s stressed - you’d bet all your savings there’s one burning in his grip right this second.

You want to throw up. You want to punch, kick, sob, screech at the top of your lungs until you pass out, because numbing the pain is getting harder and harder. Getting kicked in the skull with a steel-toed boot would feel better than this.

There’s a reason you keep calling him, even though you know it’s long over. The fire was stomped out long ago, and no kindling has managed to spark another flame.

“B-but, if we stop this… I’ll lose you forever,” you admit, choking up as your now empty wine glass tumbles to the floor.

Silence. A drag of a cigarette. Silence.

“You’ve already lost me.”

Click.

[demigod-with-a-quirk]

Y/N giving a dead look: I'll come back later chuuya: they looks like they can kill someone Dazai sipping tea: I hope they kill someone

[tittysuckersworld]

roommate(?) au!!!! can be read as kunichuuzai or just kunichuu<3<3 thank you @duckduckgoose-exe and @elkieanddoppo for the help and i hope this is enjoyed!!!!!!!!

[etrevil]

Bro broke the fourth wall just go confirm to the watchers that the "imma kill you bestie" confession was a hundred percent gay

[dailynakaharachuuya]

And, despite everything, we meet once again.