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scholar by day (crying over every possible thing and running on pure adrenaline and the opportunity of validation) scribe at night (watching and reading every single drop of information and opinions of my interests and using those thoughts letting them ooze into my creations and letting it guide me through an ink-black night on a foggy walk)

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*Takes you by the shoulders* I ADORE character profiles and character trivia and likes and dislikes sections. I love knowing this ruthless, heartless, cruel man of a character has a childish dislike for mandarin oranges. I believe in the inherent beauty of all characters, no matter the background or moral stance, being made fundamentally human by assigning them insignificant culinary preferences. I stand by the supremacy of humanizing villains by giving them relatable tastes and trivial interests and ordinary hobbies. I treasure the hidden reminders that everyone is inherently human even when everything else we know about a character might suggest the contrary.

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i miss how freeing it can be to scroll on tumblr and reblog and view people's thoughts and creations. i've been gone for far too long god i adore humans

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harukawa's art is amazing, genuinely so fucking amazing with the way it genuinely made knight akutagawa feel mostly not himself pre-memory gain. he's there but he's an ideal, an icon. bram's last wish—for him to protect—breathed life back into him and whatever he had gained of himself so far naturally centered itself around fulfilling the role of the protector, personifying the knight on the battlefield. which is so genuinely him; that was the original purpose of personifying the beast in the slums, too. being a protector is such an inherent part of him that it can exist without him being entirely awake, just like his resolve to keep his promises. his will was not fully his own before he regained his memories and yet it served that core part of him so wholly in a way he himself hadn't been able to when he had conscious control... until he sacrificed himself for atsushi.

and then atsushi sacrificed himself for him. and now he's truly back. holy shit

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HEY YOU!!

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roommates au sleepover episode

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Tales of Moonlight and Rain by Ueda Akinari

“Our lives are like foam on the water— we cannot know but what they might fade away..."

- Ueda Akinari, "The Chrysanthemum Vow" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

“Yes, strange things happen in this world. Among those who have been born as humans but end their days in foolishness and perversity, because they know not the greatness of the teachings of the buddhas and bodhisattvas, there are countless examples, from the past down to the present, of those who, led astray by the karmic obstacles of lust and wrong thoughts, reveal their original forms and give vent to their resentments, or turn into demons or serpents to take retribution. There have also been people who turned into demons while they were still alive." - Ueda Akinari, "The Blue Hood" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

"No one else can know the resentment of one who dies of longing, waiting for another to come."

- Ueda Akinari, "The Reed-Choked House" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

"He who fails to control his mind becomes a demon; he who governs his mind attains to buddhahood."

- Ueda Akinari, "The Blue Hood" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

"Caught up with my anger, I took Bifukumon’in’s life in the summer of the Ōhō era and placed a curse on Tadamichi in the spring of the Chōkan era, and in the autumn of that year I left the world myself; but the flames of my resentment still blazed undiminished, and I became the Great King of Evil, the master of more than three hundred. When my followers see happiness in others, they turn it to calamity; seeing the realm at peace, they incite turmoil."- Ueda Akinari, "Shiramine" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

“Reduced to this pointless existence, how long should I drag out my life, and for what, lingering in this distant land, depending on the generosity of people with whom I have no ties of blood? It is my own faithless heart that has let me pass long years and months in a field overgrown with the grass of forgetfulness, unmindful even of the fate of her I left at home."

- Ueda Akinari, "The Reed-Choked House" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

"It can be said that an inability to express even a fragment of one’s thoughts is more moving than the feelings of one skilled with words."

- Ueda Akinari, "The Reed-Choked House" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

"Just then, the peaks and valleys shook; a wind seemed to knock over the forest and lifted sand and pebbles twisting into the sky. In the next instant, a goblin-fire burst from below the Retired Emperor’s knees, and the mountains and valleys grew as bright as at noontime. Staring at the royal figure in this light, Saigyō saw a face as red as though blood had been poured over it; a tangle of knee-length hair; angry, glaring eyes; and feverish, painful breathing. The robe was brown and hideously stained with soot; the nails on the hands and feet had grown as long as an animal’s claws: he had exactly the aspect of the King of Evil himself, appalling and dreadful." - Ueda Akinari, "Shiramine" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

"The moment he opened the door, a giant snake thrust out its head and confronted him. And what a head this was! Filling the door frame, gleaming whiter than a pile of snow, its eyes like mirrors, its horns like leafless trees, its gaping mouth three feet across with a crimson tongue protruding, it seemed about to swallow him in a single furious gulp. He screamed and threw down the flask. Since his legs would not support him, he rolled about and then crawled and stumbled away, barely making his escape. To the others he said, 'Terrible! It is a calamitous deity; how can a monk like me exorcise it? Were it not for these hands and feet, I would have lost my life.'"

- Ueda Akinari, "The Serpent's Lust" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

The moon glows on the river, wind rustles the pines. Long night clear evening--what are they for?

- Ueda Akinari, "The Blue Hood" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

"Feeling that the jewel of his breast had been snatched from him, that the blossom adorning his crown had been stripped away by a storm, the abbot had no tears to weep, no voice with which to cry out, and in the extremity of his grief he neither cremated the boy nor buried him, but pressed his face to the boy’s and held his hand, until, as the days went by, he lost his mind and began to play with the boy just as he had when the boy was alive, and, finally, lamenting the decomposition of the flesh, he ate the flesh and licked the bones until nothing was left. The other people of the temple fled in a panic, saying that their abbot had turned into a demon. Since then, he has come down the mountain every night, terrifying the villagers or digging up graves and eating fresh corpses."

- Ueda Akinari, "The Blue Hood" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

"The truth is that one who greedily tries to seize it will fail: Prince Shigehito’s accession may have been the wish of the people, but when you resorted to wayward methods and brought chaos to the world instead of spreading virtue and harmony, even those who loved you until yesterday suddenly became wrathful enemies today, you were unable to attain your goal, you received an unprecedented punishment, and you turned to dust in this remote province. I beg you to forget your old resentments and return to the Pure Land." - Ueda Akinari, "Shiramine" from Tales of Moonlight and Rain

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"Sources close to the official investigation have also disclosed that the hyoid bone in her neck was broken. It is the kind of damage that can occur during strangulation. However, the exact cause of death may never be known because when her body was returned during the exchange on 14 February, certain parts were missing, namely the brain, eyes and larynx."

I noticed that a lot of people writing up this story or commenting on it online are confused about why she was returned with missing organs, some speculating that it was because her captors wanted to conceal her true cause of death or extent of her torture. I think that really shows that most of the world can't wrap their minds around a state that operates like the mob. Her captors took her eyes, her voice, and her mind, because she was a journalist, specifically to punish her by taking the organs that symbolize her vocation, so all journalists are afraid.

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I love this name.

Its the mysterious thing called "the heart" that drives them to act, it always has been.

Atsushi. He followed his morals, saving Akutagawa and many others.

Akutagawa. He still kept on fighting, demanding Amenogozen to return Atsushi to him.

Dazai. He ran to save Oda, ultimately being too late. He then followed his heart that Oda set out for him and joined the ADA.

This entire storyline is about following your heart.

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It's the fact that as the Headmaster is helping Atsushi, he's telling him he despises him. It's the fact that the Headmaster says he'll be gone after today. It's the fact that Atsushi doesn't blame himself for what happened to him anymore, and it's because of that realization that the Headmaster can finally leave him alone. It's the fact that Akutagawa realizes that he doesn't care about Dazai anymore, he cares about Atsushi and the lesson that Atsushi was trying to teach him, at the same time Atsushi is learning the lesson that Akutagawa was trying to teach him—that he shouldn't blame himself for his past, just because of the Headmaster. It's the fact that Akutagawa heard him when he was a vampire. It's the fact that their souls are fundamentally connected through everything. It's That Which Drives Us to Act: A Mysterious Thing Called the Heart.

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"W soukoku against the meloni government" THIS IS FRYING ME

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(BSD ch 123 SPOILER )

WELCOME TO THE CLUB AKUTAGAWA

👁️👁️ 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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🌙 "it was like i stopped having dreams / started having manifestations"

it's been a very long time .... i apologize for my inactivity on this app my life has been very stressful as of late and i didn't have any motivation to draw until last week....fufu..... this is relatively simple and objectively not my best work but i just wanted to crank something out and this came into play! do what you want with its story.....turns and walks silently away in the endless whirlwind of snow leaving no trace behind

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Hamlet as a D&D paladin.

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circus days!

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pokes my head out of the hole of soil i buried myself into with promises of a warm refreshing spring equinox:

hey how’s everyone been :D