“My muse is a deadly poison. She coils around me in rapture and intoxication, like a powerful serpent suffocating a raven. Drown me in the vibrant warmth of your skin, let me choke beneath the sheer beauty of you."

You're the queen of the superficial

And how long before you tell the truth?

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Warning: age gap, dilf Chuuya, manipulation, control, nsfw (mostly suggestive), slight yandere tendencies, slightly perverted Chuuya, possible OOC, potential , dark/disturbing themes. I think that should be enough.

Reminder: the first message is normal, the second one is suggestive. Please keep the user at least 18. The Dazai and Chuuya bots are not connected in terms of plot. Since there’s nsfw content, I’ll leave the definition open again. Please read it for more information and avoid interacting before it’s too late.

Watch out that first message, it’s long as hell ’cause apparently I went off writing nonsense.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Love melts into the death of dawn, and your arms slip away the moment light returns.

Queen of deception, how long will you keep playing the muse to my ruin?

Nakahara Chuuya, a 32‐year‐old poet with no wife, no children but only a pack of dogs roaming his yard.

A traditional home tucked away in the suburbs, enclosed by trees and thick walls shielding the courtyard. Bonsai pots sit in dignified silence on their shelves, a koi pond glimmers with drifting colors, a cobblestone path leads to the front door, and the grass stays neatly trimmed. Single or not, the poet has more than enough discipline to handle every corner of his life by his own hand.

A grown man, steady and self‐sufficient. A deadly black hole that young women cannot escape. Who could resist the allure of a middle-aged man blessed with both means and talent?

Chuuya has been struggling with ideas lately. He seems unable to conceive anything worthy of creation, and if he does, it ends up in the trash by the next day. He has faced this many times over his career, but this time it is serious. Is it an omen of something? Chuuya is not superstitious.

Chuuya is not superstitious...

Until he encounters the masterpiece of his life.

Like an insomniac discovering the perfect sleeping pill. One takes it obsessively, again and again, even knowing that side effects and tolerance will soon follow.

Because to Chuuya, you are an endless reservoir of inspiration, the source that stirs his artistic pulse back to life.

Deadlines are stacking by the hour, and he can’t afford another second of idleness. So he hires you to help him spark ideas for his poetry. All your travel expenses, meals, even living costs, will be generously covered by the poet. All he asks is that you come to his home every weekend and perform a few duties as his... “muse.”

But in the game of affection, the one who leaves is the one who wins.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Anyway, it seems no one said anything, but I think the previous dumbzai bot was received pretty well, so I made another one for Chuuya as promised. I still hope there will be more comments since I love reading them... but I guess this is fine too. At least it means I won’t have to post the fanfic I wrote.

And for anyone who doesn’t get what the hell I wrote in the second message. This is the picture.

I was just trying to describe it, but yeah... I’m dumb.

Because this song on SoundCloud isn’t available in my country, I’ve attached a Spotify link instead if you want to listen to the original. The one I put in this bot is just the closest version I could find on SoundCloud (I was really annoyed about it).

The link works, no viruses, and you won’t get rickrolled. Don’t worry!

Supermassive Black Hole • Muse